Lazy Morning

A/N: Happy Birthday, Criosa! We hope you have a wonderful day.

As ever, we do not own Twilight - it owns us.

ooOoo

Alarm

Beep! Beep! Be-

I groan, fumbling blindly on my nightstand for the alarm.

You've got to be kidding me!

Finally, I find Ed's phone, turning the alarm off and flopping onto my pillow. Edward rolls half on top of me, wrapping his arm around me as he rests his head on my back, mumbling, “Sorry, baby... f'rgot...”

With a sigh, I check the other alarms are off before placing the phone back in the dock. There are some days I curse the fact that he never hears the damn thing himself, leaving me the task of getting up on time.



Lazy

My eyes drift closed as I settle in to sleep some more. The last couple of weeks have been hell with work, and this is our first chance to relax together in way too long.

I’m just dozing off when I feel Edward shift to pull himself closer to me, and I smile, enjoying his warmth. His lips gently caress my shoulders as I feel his fingertips trail up my arm.

His tell-tale sign.

I can’t help but chuckle, and he smiles against my back. “I know it’s early,” he whispers. “We can always sleep later… make love to me?”


Soft

“Mmm… I think I can handle that,” I mumble, grinning as I feel the brush of his lips against my back.

Edward pushes off of me just enough to allow me to roll over. My arms wrap around his neck at the same moment his body covers mine and our lips meet. His fingers comb through my hair and trail along my cheek and neck, only to make the circuit again.

“Love you,” he whispers between slow, deep kisses.

My fingers run along his spine, making him curve into the sensation and almost purr.

“Love you, too, doll,” I murmur.


Slow

As one, we roll on the bed so that I hover over Edward. A soft smile graces his lips as his hands drift down my back. When they venture lower, he opens his eyes.

“Can never get enough of you,” he whispers, his voice gruff from sleep.

I lower my head, answering with kisses scattered all over his chest rather than words. When I rock my hips lightly against his, he groans and pulls me closer, his legs falling open.

“Please,” he breathes, squeezing my ass and rolling his hips into mine.

“What do you want, baby? Just tell me…”


Plea

“Need to feel you, baby... please?”

His hands run up my back until he grabs my face and looks me dead in the eye with heat and love and want. “Fill me, Jasper, love me the way only you can.”

I smile, dipping my head to kiss him tenderly. “I do love you, sugar. So much.”

“Show me,” he breathes before kissing me into silence again.

For a moment, I forget his request, so lost am I in him. Edward is everything to me.

He bucks his hips – a silent reminder and plea rolled into one.

Gently, I prepare him.


Connect

He moans lowly when I enter him, and I bite my bottom lip, my eyes fluttering closed at the unparalleled sensation of him tightening around me. “God, you feel so…”

I shake my head, unable to find the words, and he pulls my lips back to his. I put everything into our kiss – my hope and desire, my love and passion. He answers silently, his blunt nails scratching down my back as his legs wrap around my hips.

My world dissolves into heat and pressure, feather-light touches and searing kisses, all enhancing the choreography of our needy bodies dancing together.


Fulfill

I do my best to make this good for him – and to make it last – but all too quickly we both reach our release.

Edward's head presses into the pillow, his neck taut, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent cry.

Beautiful.

I follow soon after, my mouth firmly attached to his neck as I claim him. Edward's breathless “Oh, fuck, Jazz!” and his nails digging deeper into my back make me shudder in delight.

As soon as he feels I'm spent – and I've kissed his tender neck – he pulls my face to his for a languid kiss.


Tender

With whispered words and soft kisses, we shift together. Edward groans when I slip away from him, and he rolls with me, holding me close as we lie on our sides. His head nestles against my chest while his fingers idly trace patterns on my back.

I can’t muster the energy to do anything else, too content to bask in his warmth and affection. He seems to feel the same, pressing his lips to my overheated skin before giving the sweet sigh that means he’s not far from sleep.

A smile on my lips, I drift off to join him.