Life Imitates Art

A/N: Happy Birthday, Nanise8135!  Sorry we’re a little late, but we hope you had a fantastic day.

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

ooOoo

Setting

Standing in the doorway, I watch him for a while. His office isn't like most people would imagine. It's light, with large windows and patio doors that open to the gorgeous view outside. He spends much of his time in here, working hard to bring his characters to life, using his surroundings as inspiration.

He always says that the place where he writes is almost like a separate character altogether.

When you read his work, it shows.

Right now, he's focused, scribbling furiously with his fountain pen, my anniversary gift to him. Grumbling, he rakes his fingers through his hair.


Invitation

Leaning over his table, he says, “I know you're there, Jasper. Stop lurking and come in already,” without looking up. His tone's amused, letting me know he doesn't mind the interruption.

Chuckling, I push off from the doorframe and walk over to him, stopping right behind his chair. Putting my hands on the back of it, I push his seat straight and lean in for a kiss, which he obligingly gives.

“Hey, baby, I didn't want to disturb you. What are you working on?”

He reaches up, running his fingers along the nape of my neck, causing me to hum.


Break

“Nothing that can't wait,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “They're not cooperating anyway.”

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” I always offer, but he rarely takes me up on it.

He shakes his head, pushing his chair back enough to turn around and pull me onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around me, he smiles. “Nope, I'm good. I have everything I could want right here.”

I grin and put my arms around his neck. “Do you now?”

He nods, smiling devilishly. “Mhmm, I do.”

He leans in and nips my earlobe, making me moan as I shift closer.


Help

“Edward,” I groan softly as he continues to lavish attention down my neck.

He hums but doesn’t pause.

“Babe, I thought you had a deadline?”

My attempts to stop him are half-hearted, at best, and he knows it. He sits back with a mischievous grin. “I do, but right now I'm thinking I need some more... inspiration, to make the words come to life. Hmm, come to think of it, I'll have to amend my earlier decline of your offer. You can help.”

My eyebrows lift in surprise. “I can?”

He nods and palms my cock roughly. “Very much so.”


Inspiration

Edward leans in, whispering all the things he wants to do to me. Some of it I recognize as parts from his books; others are completely new.

It all turns me on.

It doesn't take Edward long before he has me panting and on the brink, just from his words and teasing strokes over my jean-clad cock alone.

Scrambling off his lap, I pull him up behind me, guiding him to our room so he can put his words into actions. Never do I love his ability to visualize a scene more than when he acts them out with me.