Sunday, October 24, 2010

from Mac214


Happy birthday, Kassiah!

You are a force for good in this fandom and a great example that we can do more good here by being positive and supporting each other than tearing each other down and attacking each other. Thank you for being you! For all these reasons, the last outtake of Coming Through the Rye is dedicated to you. Hopefully you’ll think that’s a good thing after you read it - I was told you enjoy of the lemons, and I really did try to write a juicy one for you, but it didn’t quite work out that way.

;-p Happy birthday, sweet pea!


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“Hey, guess whit?” I called excitedly as Bella closed the door behind her and walked through the wee hallway to set her messenger bag on the chair in the living room.

She leaned over to kiss me, and I slid my hands against the soft material of her shirt, bunching it along her ribs in my hands and sliding my thumbs against the underside of her tits. As her tongue pushed past my wallies into my gob, I half forgot I really did have good news. We were still newlyweds sort of, but I didnae think I’d ever get sick of touching her.

Bella twisted in my arms and landed in my lap with a jolt, her hair hitting me lightly in the face as she snuggled against my chest.

“I give up,” she answered. “What’s up?”

I was struck dumb for a second because all the blood in my body was suddenly rushing to my tadger, making it hard to think. Bella smiled at me expectantly, and I shook my head, getting my wits back enough to speak.

“Interlukits called this afternoon - I got th’ job.”

Bella bounced on my boaby, now halfway to fully hard and stiffening by the second with the warmth of her arse moving against it. “That’s awesome! I’m so thrilled - when do you start?” She stilled and tightened her arms around my neck in a fierce hug.

I smiled widely against her hair and then winced as her leg pinched my bunnet. I shifted her to the side and adjusted my stonner to a less painful position, grinning apologetically at her when she snickered.

“Next Monday. It’s a relief, fer sure - I hated tae see my savin’s account dwindle.”

Her lips turned down into a frown. “I told you I could cover rent and utilities, Edward. You didn’t need to go halves. I mean, if you’re running low on funds or-”

I cut her off by putting my fingers over her lips and shook my head. “Nae, that’s nae the problem, yeah? I hae plenty, an’ now tha’ I’m workin’ again, maybe we can talk aboot usin’ some of it tae put a down payment on a hoose.”

“Er... really?” Her eyebrows were drawn togither, her forehead wrinkled up.

“Aye. Why not? We’re marrit, an’ we’re gaun tae stay tha’ way. Nae tha’ I mind bein’ all on top o’ ye all the time, but whit if we have bairns? We should hae some space.”

“Speaking of being all on top of you...” Bella swung her leg across me, her knee pressing into the couch next to my hip until she straddled me with our ribs lining up. Even through her suit trousers and the denim of my jeans, I could feel her heat. Just like always, her pussy was like a homing beacon for my cock, and it pressed insistently against my zipper, begging me to set him free. “We should celebrate your new job by, you know, getting naked.”

Her hair swung forward, tickling my neck, as she leaned down kissed my forehead. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I chuckled, nibbling on her chin. Everything about Bella was perfect, but it was times like these - knowing she was as happy about me getting a job as I was - my heart swelled with the love I felt for her. I always wanted her, and I always loved her, but there were moments I realized I loved her so much I never wanted to take my hands off her.

Bella’s kiss dragged down my nose, veering off to the right and leaving a wet trail across my cheek. I sucked her bottom lip into my gob, scraping my teeth gently against her skin. She sighed the sweetest sound, and I smiled. I could barely get my hands between us to slide the top button through the loop of her sark, quickly undoing the rest and pulling tails out of her breeks before pushing both the blouse and suit jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.

With the tops of her soft white breasts rising out of her black bra, I couldnae help leaning into her and burying my neb in her cleavage. Bella’s hands rubbed across the back of my neck, scratching through the hair there while I grunted softly. Her nails were sharp on my scalp, but it wasnae painful - I wanted her to do it more... and harder.

“I wanna see your clatty skids on the floor,” she murmured into the top of my head, laughter in her voice.

I snuffled a guffaw into her bra, kissing the side of her boob before pulling my head away and tickling her ribs. “Clatty skids?” I said with mock indignation. “I’ll hae ye ken I did laundry today. My pants are quite clean, thank ye verra much!”

She groaned and pulled my sweater over my head, the neck getting caught on my ears. Both of us laughed as she untangled me, and I called through the wool, “I even washed a few of yer things, Mrs. Cullen.”

“Oh, Christ on a cracker!” she exclaimed, whipping the jumper away from my eyes. “Does this mean you’re going to have to buy me some new underwear again?”

“Why do ye think I did it?” I smirked at her while I unfastened her belt and the top button on her breeks before slipping the zipper down. She shrieked as I flipped her over onto the hand I slid under back and lowered us both quickly to the floor, my weight pinning her hips to the rug. The sound of her laughter made me grin, although she was still so sexy, every movement making her tits quiver and bounce. “The lacy knickers got tae buy ye last time I washed yer unmentionables were quite fetchin’, they were.”

I hooked my index finger just inside the elastic at her hip and snapped it against her skin while waggling my eyebrows at her.

“You ruined some of my favorite pairs the last time!” Bella snarked, rolling her pelvis up to bump my boaby.

“Och, it’s like tha’, is it?” I braced myself against the floor with one hand and dug the fingers of my other hand into her sides, tickling her again. She bucked and giggled, and then out of no where she farted. Twice.

Bella’s face turned two shades redder than it had been while she was laughing, her eyes going wide and her mouth pinching up. I barked out a sharp laugh, but I did manage to stop tickling her.

“Did you just - “

“Shut up,” she demanded, twisting under me and crawling away.

“No ye don’t.” I grabbed her hips and pressed her flat into the floor as I laid over her. “Ye juist farted!”

“I did not!” She fought under me, trying to throw me off her. There was no way I was going to let her go. I loved her even more than I had just moments before, all because of two squeaking girl farts.

“Oh, please! Ye most certainly did!”

She quit squirming and let her forehead thump to the ground. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why? Ye cannae tell me ye havenae heard me fart a time or twa o’er the last couple o’ months.”

“Yeah,” she said with a snort, still nae moving. “My bathroom walls are thinner than I thought.”

“Bella?” I ran my fingers through her hair, tangling it around my hand as I rested my palm against her shoulder. “Turn o’er an’ look at me, would ye?”

Bella sighed heavily and wiggled her hips. I lifted off her, and she turned over, her face still red.

“I love ye more than ever. Ye hae never been sexier tae me.”

She rolled her eyes and smirked. “Yeah, after I just polluted the living room with my gas.”

“Ye think I’m kiddin’, lass?” I laid down beside her and guided her fingertips to the bulge in my breeks. I closed my eyes and sucked in a quick breath as she grasped my boaby through the denim.

“Only you could be turned on by flatulence.”

“Wait until ye take a shite in front o’ me. I’ll be turnin’ cartwheels, my dove.”

“Uh, yeah. Don’t hold your breath. A girl’s gotta keep some mystery about her.”

“Mystery, is it?” I smiled as she opened my fly and slid over me, kissing down my stomach until her tongue probed my belly button.

Without a word she shoved her trousers and panties down her legs without breaking from the attention she was paying the skin above my pants, and then sat up and tore them and my jeans from me with a fierce yank. I eyed the bra she still wore, my hands pulling her back down to me and springing the clasp at her back with flick of my fingers.

Bella smiled wryly at me and gently traced the ridge of my bunnet. “I believe we have some celebrating to do.”

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A/N: Here’s one last birthday wish to Kassiah!

Glossary:
Wallies - teeth
Gob - mouth
Breeks - pants
Clatty skids - dirty underwear
Bunnet - head of the dick
Tadger, boaby - dick
Stonner - erect cock
Bairns - kids
Sark - shirt
Neb - nose
Pants - underwear
Jumper - sweater

Special thanks to those that edit my work (Viola Cornuta and Askthemagic8ball) and those who preread (Claire, sncmom, JewelzP). Claire made CTtR possible - having a resident of Glencoe, Scotland (Edward’s hometown) advising me on slang and accent was the best thing I could to make everything as accurate as possible. Thanks guys!

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