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I LOVE YOU !!!
xoxoSherryxoxo
Sunday, November 7, 2010
from TwiSherry
I LOVE YOU !!!
xoxoSherryxoxo
Saturday, November 6, 2010
from JoVersify, ECullenitis
Sooo, it looks like I'll have to settle for giving you a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!", a big virtual wet one (right on the lips) *smooch!*, and telling you how much you mean to me... to all of us.
Thank you, Kassiah, for helping to make and keep this fandom one of the greatest and most positive places to be. In a time when cyber-bullying and online dramatics run rampant and have a tendency to spread like wildfire and scare people off, your loyal and hardworking presence helps keep this fandom a fun and constructive place to spend our time. I have never known anything but kindness and love and optimism from you, and while I sat and thought about writing this to you, I realized what a truly rare quality you possess... boundless positivism. You're like straight, unfiltered sunshine, girl. Keep doing what you do. We so love and appreciate your hard work and awesome spirit. It's inspiring. It's infectious. And I love you for it! We all do!
Much Love, Jo!
(JoVersify. ECullenitis)
from Lalina
You were one of my most faithful lovies when I first started in the fandom and I'll never forget your love and support! ILY 4 EVAH!
Muahs,
Lalina
from Bev aka belli486
You are the woman whose name I see almost everywhere I go in the Fandom. While your blood may be as orange as your favorite fruit, you definitely have a heart of GOLD. Best wishes and many happy returns of the Day!
Bev
aka belli486
xoxoxo
from azucena
Kassiah
Mother
Nurturer
Faithful friend
Listener
Advisor
The sun rises and she is already awake
The sun rises and she is already at bake
The sun rises and she is already at rake
As she never sleeps and she never stops
She is always nurturing at every stop
She is a faithful friend and a faithful lover
As she loves us as no other.
She listens to our woes and sorrows
And laughs with us at our morrows.
She is our friend, she is our lover, she is our mother
She is our nurturer, she is our Kassiah.
I love her, she is my friend and she is my mother *grin*
She has helped me like no other.
And now I need to take my Dr. Seus hat and stop rhyming J
Loves you Kassiah Happy Happy!
from HookaShewz
Hey BB I love you lylas. Hope you have a great day cause this is truly a day to be celebrated. This poem made me think of you.
Hooka
from JAustenlover
Dear K:
It's only fitting that such a positive and upbeat lady of the fandom be showered with greetings and love on this special day.
Enjoy!
*air kisses*
JA
It's only fitting that such a positive and upbeat lady of the fandom be showered with greetings and love on this special day.
Enjoy!
*air kisses*
JA
from Sarah(YellowGlue)
Happy Birthday Sweetcakes!! I hope your special day is so so wonderful!
Happyhearts,
Sarah(YellowGlue) xxoxo
Happyhearts,
Sarah(YellowGlue) xxoxo
from bsmog
For your birthday, I hope you get this
.Preferably in a big tub of this
.But if not, know that you already have lots and lots of this
.Happy birthday sweets, I hope it's a great one!
Love,
Britt
from MrsAC
To my hetero lifemate,
Happy Birthday, bb! I hope you take the time today to sit back, relax and soak up all this love. You do so much for each and every one of us that we can't even begin to repay you, but we can tell you just how much you rock.
There is no doubt that my life has been infinitely better since the first day you "put me to work" and now you're stuck with me. Thank you so much for the love and laughter that you bring to my life each and everyday. We may be miles and miles apart, but I couldn't ask for a better bestie.
ickass and oh so kissable.
dorable and full of awesome.
assy and skilled like no other.
weet voice that no one could resist.
ndescribable, but I'm trying.
lways on my side.
ysterically funny.
I love you like crazy,
- Meg
PS. When I left your moms this morning she said Happy Birthday. <3
Happy Birthday, bb! I hope you take the time today to sit back, relax and soak up all this love. You do so much for each and every one of us that we can't even begin to repay you, but we can tell you just how much you rock.
There is no doubt that my life has been infinitely better since the first day you "put me to work" and now you're stuck with me. Thank you so much for the love and laughter that you bring to my life each and everyday. We may be miles and miles apart, but I couldn't ask for a better bestie.
ickass and oh so kissable.
dorable and full of awesome.
assy and skilled like no other.
weet voice that no one could resist.
ndescribable, but I'm trying.
lways on my side.
ysterically funny.
I love you like crazy,
- Meg
PS. When I left your moms this morning she said Happy Birthday. <3
from Regina / Detochkina
Who's there?
Orange
Orange who?
Orange you aware that today is Kassiah's birthday?
Happy Birthday, darling! I wish you a fabulous day! May it be full of screwdrivers, citrus vodka and sweet honey lemon tea (maybe the next morning). :)
Your kind heart, endless energy and zesty wit keep this fandom going, thank you!
Love,
Regina/Detochkina
from BellaLSU
Happy Birthday Girl! I hope you have a wonderful day! I want to thank you for all the fabulous story recs you have ever given me which have led to many hours of procrastination and happiness in my life. You are a great friend, writer, and member of the fandom.
I am still sorry for making you miss the Eclipse previews cause I was late to the Remember Me movie-big oops! I have decided the reason the Twilight cast is spending so much time out at Perkins Rowe is so they can see your pretty face on the signs!.
I'm not a writer-I am a reader, but I did write you a lil OJ for your b-day.
BellaLSU (kaitlyn)span>
Disclaimer: Twilight and all of the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I'm just playing with her characters for Kassiah's birthday.
Warning: I'm a reader not really much of a writer, no beta for this b-day present.
After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I decided to go downstairs to get a drink. I was so thirsty. It was my first time spending the night at Alice's house. We had become great friends in the few weeks since I had moved to Forks. Most of the night was spent eating junk food and watching eighties movies in her room. I got out of the bed and quietly shut her bedroom door. The house was dark since it was 2:30 in the morning. It was going to be an adventure walking down the stairs in the dark in an unfamiliar environment with my graceful feet. I would be lucky to make it back upstairs alive.
Fortunately, I made it down the stairs without breaking an ankle or waking up the house. There was a soft glow coming from the kitchen. I soon realized it was from the refrigerator light. Guess I was not the only one in the house having trouble catching some zzz's. My first thought was to run back up stairs before having to have an awkward moment with one of Alice's parents. Then I caught a glimpse of the beautiful creature in front of the fridge. He was tall and had a head full of sexy hair. I had to keep from jumping with joy when I noticed he was only wearing a pair of boxers with the Cubs logo on them.
I leaned on the back counter to get a closer look at his cute butt. He bent down to get a carton of Florida's Finest and stood back up. From this angle, I could see his face which was so sexy and a bit scruffy. I put my hand on my face and wondered what it would feel like to have his scruffy face touch mine. I watched his every move as he opened the container and started to drink from it. His sexy lips touching the carton was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. My heart sped up as he gulped down the orange juice. I was never so jealous of a piece of cardboard. My eyes stared at his neck as he swallowed gulp after gulp of orange juice. Then a drop of the orange stuff dripped from his mouth down to his chin. He stopped drink and brushed his hand against his chin to wipe away the juice. He turned and caught a glimpse of me and he winked. I had been caught drooling over the orange juice boy.
I nervously blurted out, " I'm Alice's friend and I spent the night. I came downstairs to get a drink. I was thirsty."
As the words left my mouth, I started thinking of that scene in Dirty Dancing when Baby says something about carrying a watermelon and then regrets saying something so stupid. Yep, I regretted the word vomit.
He smirked and said, "Hey Alice's friend, I'm Alice's brother. You want some?"
I turned beet red as I turned his words around in my head to mean something more delicious than some orange juice. I wanted to kick myself for having such a dirty mind. He began to laugh and passed me the carton of orange juice. There was no way I could refuse the carton that he held his lips to just moments ago. I lifted the carton to my lips and took a big gulp of the orange juice. I tried to make it look as sexy as he did, but some missed my mouth and dripped all down the front of my white tank top. My clumsiness never fails to show up. He moved his hand to wipe the orange juice off of my chest which cause my nipples to harden.
He just whispered one word in my ear, "Edward.''
I responded back with, "Bella."
Edward put the carton back in the fridge. Then he kicked the door to close it. We were in the kitchen in the dark. He reached out and pulled me close to him. My heart was beating so fast. Edward moved my hair away from my face. I bit my bottom lip nervously. He pulled my lip away from my teeth with his fingers. Then he reached down and pressed his soft lips to mine. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I kissed him back and threaded my fingers through his messy locks of hair. His scruffy face scratched against mine and I liked it. Edward continued to deepen the kiss and I felt his tongue touch mine. I could still taste the orange juice on his lips. He moved his fingers down the strap of my tank top. Then he moved his hand underneath my breast. Edward kissed along my throat while moving his fingers across my nipple.
My breathing got heavier. He pushed me against the fridge and pushed his body into mine while kissing my lips. I could feel his hard length through the thin material of my pajama pants and his boxer shorts. It pressed against me and it felt good. I continued to rub my body against his seeking friction I wanted more of. His lips pressed against mine once more.
Then he whispered into my ear, "Goodnight, Alice's friend."
My eyes followed his body as it moved across the room. I went back up the stairs and snuck back in bed. Not that it was going to be any easier to get to sleep now. I kept thinking that it must have been a dream. I must have dreamed up that beautiful creature. The boy who kissed me and made me feel so good. I wanted him so much. Never had I wanted a dream to be true so much.
Alice woke me up in the morning to go downstairs for breakfast. Her mother, Esme, had the kitchen table filled with eggs, bacon, and biscuits. The beautiful creature from last night appeared at the breakfast table. His bronze locks were messy from sleep.
Esme said, "Please get the orange juice Edward."
Edward looked up with a crooked smile and gave me a wink. I was so thirsty.
I have decided that the Twilight actors are staying at Perkins Rowe so they can see your beautiful pictures all over the place!
from Amethyst Jackson
Thank you for all the work you do and for being such a wonderful and supportive member of this community.
- Amethyst Jackson
from Courtney
First of all, this page should be half mine since today is my birthday as well. But then again, you've far surpassed me on the awesome scale, so I'll just sit back and enjoy my many o' facebook messages. ;)
Seriously though? I'm so happy that I was able to meet you this year! It wasn't fic that we had in common, but a mutual love of a few book series and being in the same zip code! (Seriously, how did I not know that there was an awesome fandom person a few miles from my house? AND we have the same birthday?!)
I hope you have the happiest of birthdays! Whenever you decide what you want stenciled on a shirt, let me know and it's yours.
-Courtney
from Chicklette
Just a note to wish you a lovely birthday. You are truly one of the most gracious people I've ever had the opportunity to "meet," and I can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you do for fandom. Thank you, so very much!
Best Birthday Wishes!
Chicklette
from Boo aka Cass aka Miztrezboo
Hope you have a fantastic day and amazing year.
Love you SO SO MUCH!
Boo xo
"Ugh, oh my God, you should see him, Rose!"
I hesitate for a second before rolling my eyes, but I figure Bella is so far gone into her 'how hot this OJ Boy is' speech that she won't notice.
"Seriously, I think I come a little when he walks into the store. It's like I can sense his presence, you know?"
She's been watching far too many Buffy reruns... or Grey's Anatomy, that 'seriously' thing annoys the shit out of me and she knows it. Which, to me, says that she is heavily into this retelling of 'the boy that makes her panties wet and her heart implode' and can't see past the love bubbles popping in front of her.
"It's just... he walks in and I get tingles. Tingles, Rose. Tingles!"
"That's probably just the arctic temperature Noob Newton keeps the air in here, purely so he can snort and stare at our boobs."
Bella shakes her head and returns to feeding apples into the juicer. "No, it's not. I know it's different. It feels different. And when he smiles at me, Rose..." she leads off and smiles this goofy grin and it's then I know Bella, my best friend since we were old enough to steal Barbie dolls from each other. Is in it head over heels.
The big one.
The L word.
Love.
I'd be jealous, but she's acting like a complete dork, and it's kind of funny. So I put aside the fact I've been secretly mooning over Emmett, the class clown who gets straight As in algebra and actually offered to tutor me after school--privately at his house, no less--and bask in the glow of her complete and utter boy crush.
The machine is making this awfully strange crunching noise. I look down and see that Bella's stopped adding apples and has somehow managed to throw the keys to the store in there. Our only set and we're the ones closing up tonight.
Fantastic. Just. Fantastic.
Emmett was supposed to be picking me up tonight, and now I'm going to have to either hang around for Tyler to bring the spare set or ring Noob's parents who are out of town and will be royally pissed that B and I have screwed this 'responsibility' up.
Just when I thought we'd finally escaped doing night shift with the Noob...
Back to buying those horrid stick-on unwanted headlight stoppers again. In bulk.
"Oh, shoot, Rose! He's here!" Bella starts preening and primping her hair like she's some sort of bird of paradise, and not the pretty-hot-if-you-like-that-girl-next-door-Joey-from-Dawson's-Creek-look kind of thing.
Bella is stunning without any work or extras that most girls (including me) have to use. She's just... naturally gorgeous. I can say this because not only has she been my closest friend for years, we made out once. Drunk. Very drunk. On Schnapps that we stole from my grandmother's and drank in the tree house Bella's Dad had made her when we were six. I still can't stand the smell of peppermint. It was nice, but I like boys better.
I try not to giggle as I watch the so-called 'OJ hottie' stand just inside the front door, doing a little manly primping of his own. He's tall, really tall, which will make the semi-petite B look like a dwarf if she ever ends up standing beside him. His overly large hands and fingers that look like they'd be at home attached to a spider's body comb back and forth through hair that appears to be almost as untameable as that kid in those wizard books B made me read (and reread the last one to her three times when it first came out because she refused to believe that the owl and Dobby died.)
She's such a dweeb.
I cover a snort with a cough when I see him actually go to check his breath with the palm of his hand like you see people do in TV shows. This guy has no idea how perfect he is for B and I have to wonder how she never saw that he was interested too. Obviously, they've both had their rose tinted glasses on at the same time, negating any chance of noticing the love bug that had bitten them both.
I stand a little away so that I can watch this interaction and pretend to be really busy wiping down the glass counter that I'd buffed to a high polish an hour ago when the last of our customers left. B, of course, stutters and stumbles and drops an empty tray with a clatter to the ground muttering an, "oh shoot!" and this time I can't help but giggle out loud.
I can feel the death rays her eyes are most definitely shooting into the back of my head as the 'spider fingers hottie' clears his throat and finally B looks up. His face flushes the same shade of pink as B's and I can see why she thinks he's such a catch when he straightens his tortoise shell frames before making this squeaking sound which I think is a hello?
Adorkable.
"The usual?" B asks, biting her bottom lip and yet still managing to talk at the same time. Must have been all that ventriloquism we practiced for one of our Brownies badges way back when we were little and B's mom was still around.
He nods and licks his lips and switches his balance from the right to the left foot. Wow. Nice lips. Very nice. Not too full, not too thin, and that bottom one is just ripe for the sucking and nibbling on. I can really get a good look at him now that he's lost in watching Bella juicing orange after orange in the hand squeezers we have here that are normally just for show. Obviously, Bella has figured out the silver twisting knob thing at the top is basically at eye level with her cleavage for the customer on the other side of the counter.
The girl has listened to me over the years.
My eyes drift over his face, chiseled cheek bones and a strong angular jaw that is so sharp, you could cut yourself on it. Thick, dark lashes surround brilliant green eyes, standing out all the more with the magnification of his glasses. I have to wonder if this hair touching thing is a nervous tic or if he has lice or something because his left spidey hand has yet to leave his hair, just brushing it in a constant back and forth motion.
Boy needs a hair cut and fast if he ever wants to regain full motion of that limb.
"So, I--" he begins just as Bella starts the ice machine.
She shakes her head and says, "What?" in return.
He gets louder, "I WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU WERE DOING--" then stops as B turns the machine off and her brown eyes go wide at either the unspoken end of that question or the fact that OJ Boy is being so very loud.
He stumbles and swallows hard, his adams apple bobbing rapidly, and I'm pinching myself to stop the laughter that is dying to escape my throat. This is just too hilarious for words. How my best friend found a fellow bumbling idiot to fall for is beyond me. Must be karma, or kismet or fate or something.
Lord knows she's had bad taste in men starting with Noob Newton when he first moved to town when we were fifteen and ending in that little pup of a family friend of hers three months ago. Ugh, there was just something about Jacob Black that rubbed me the wrong way, even if he was nice to B. Too nice might have been the problem, nobody is that sweet all the time. But, it ran its course and now that she's fallen for king of the dorks here, I suppose I'll have to get used to being relegated to third wheel or forgotten about once more.
Which could be a good thing considering I want to see just how far this 'private tutoring' thing with Emmett McCarty can go. He does have big feet and you know what they say about a man and his shoe size...
"Your juice is--"
"Are you busy--"
They both start and stop and blush and I take back my self imposed rule of only three eye rolls a day because this is just dorktastic and deserves a Rosalie Lilian Primrose Periwinkle Hale epic violet-eyed roll of 'can't you two just shut up and do it already?'
"I'm not."
"Thanks."
They both speak at the same time again and the geek level in the room rises another ten degrees. Maybe even twenty when Bella snorts and OJ boy pushes his glasses back up his nose. Both of them smiling like loons.
It's so cute I almost want to puke. Almost.
OJ Boy takes the cup from B and she takes the money he's holding out to her and when their hands touch they both spring back like someone's attached forty volt starter cables to each of their behinds. It's kind of funny to see both their mouths drop into little 'o' shapes, but even more laughable when OJ Boy manages to throw his drink on himself.
His whole white and mint green striped polo is now covered in pulp and orange liquid and Bella is the same shade as the strawberries we've just gotten in stock. This time I can't laugh, I can't giggle, I can't even manage one guffaw, I'm just in shock.
OJ Boy is shaking his head and Bella is rounding the counter and pressing handfuls of the tiny napkins we have to his shirt. It's not really doing that much but they're both muttering "sorry's" and "so, so verys" over the top of one another that he finally leans back and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand.
OJ Boy just shot up around thirty notches on the Rosalie 'insert random flower name that my hippy parents thought would be cool at the time' Hale scale of hotness. OJ Boy obviously works out. A lot.
If his jaw could slice your skin then the eight pack--the eight pack--this boy was hiding under a thin cotton weave could slide through glass like it was butter. He even has those swimmer's V muscle things that are even more prominent like his hip bones as his arms lift up and the cargo pants he's wearing fall a little revealing the tops of red boxer shorts and a snail trail that leads down, down, down pale toned skin.
Even I can feel the drool building in my mouth.
This sight doesn't even have B pausing for a moment. No, my brave little trooper continues patting at his chest with the now soaked napkins, her fingers inches from the holy land which lies between a man's legs, if endowed correctly. It's obvious, even in the loose shorts OJ Boy is wearing, that he's at half mast from either her touch or being in her presence alone.
Cute. But geekariffic just the same.
OJ Boy finally catches her wrist in his hand, long fingers wrapping almost twice around. She blinks a few times, finally noticing I gather, that he is shirtless and her eyes must have whiplash from the speed at which she moves from staring at his chest to looking up into his eyes.
"It's okay, um..." He pauses, obviously waiting for her name.
"Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella or B."
"I'm the only one that calls you B," I say without thinking, a little affronted at how easily she's giving this guy the right to call her by my nickname. One that I fought for and won against Tyler Crowley in the fifth grade to have sole rights to.
My opposition doesn't factor though as these two continue to make googly eyes at each other. He repeats the word, "Isabella," like he's reciting the holiest of holy names and I swear they both swoon.
I'm not sure if it's possible or if it's even the right term, but I would bet money on it that they both sigh at the same time and sway a little. Double swoon, dwoon, swoonage?
"Isabella, are you doing anything tonight? It's just that I thought, maybe you might want to, oh I don't know, you're probably really busy and there's nothing new on at the movies and--"
"Yes, whatever you want to do, yes as long as it's with you," B interrupts, and my inner best friend is dancing with delight that she is finally being brave like this. The B I know and love is shy and quiet, but this just goes to show that endless weekends of watching Mean Girls and Jawbreaker and Clueless has her finally taking the bull by the horns so to speak, and not being so afraid to speak up about what she wants. Girl power in the form of movies with slight psychopaths in the main roles works.
OJ Boy smiles and again with the swooning and they just stand there. Staring.
"Who you going out with after work B?" I ask, breaking the strange and eerie silence between the love birds and the me with nothing better to do than grab a mop to clean up the OJ spill on the floor around them.
"Edward, my name's Edward Cullen," he says, still apparently lost in B's eyes and just as I'm about to tell her to get out of here early with the shirtless, extremely good looking and buff OJ Boy she says words that I've previously used on her to me instead.
"You'll be alright to close won't you, Rosie? I can't have Edward here wandering around without a shirt on, he might catch a cold." She turns her hand in his so they're locked together and drags him past the staff only line and down the back of the store where the employee lounge aka hallway with a few broken lockers are kept.
I should be annoyed that she's leaving me here, alone to clean up this mess and with no keys to lock up later.
But...
She is my best friend and she is running off with what appears to be the man of her dreams, or AdorkableOJward as I'm sure she'll end up calling him when he's not within hearing range. B always makes up odd nicknames for her boyfriends.
Though I did call Jake the Pup.
In all fairness he was one year and fifty six days younger than her. He was a pup.
I hear giggling and then footsteps again pounding up the linoleum I'll now be mopping up on my own and then with a little wave of her fingers they're both out the front door. The bell above jingles and then I'm alone.
I make a start on cleaning up the juice mess on the floor, having grabbed the mop I'd hidden behind one of the fridges. When I come back around the corner I almost bump into a human wall that was definitely not there before. Large, warm hands reach out and grasp my hips, steadying me. My eyeline is level with a broad chest still encased in a familiar light blue button up shirt, windsor knot still tied tight in a navy tie. I'd know that prep uniform anywhere, especially this tie and this shirt that I've stared at most of class today. When I look up, it's into warm blue eyes, as warm and inviting as the waters off the coast of Mexico can be.
"Emmett?" I ask even though I know who this is with his hands burning into my skin over the awful scratchy black skirt I have to wear, not to mention the unbecoming bright purple apron that makes up my lower body uniform.
He grins and those dimples that have been begging for my tongues inspection all week whenever he's talked to me in class come on show. God, how I want to touch them, poke my fingers in or just grasp his face in my hands and squeeze his squishy cheeks. He's totally adoreable and not in a dorky way what so ever.
"Rosalie, I thought we might get an early start on... ah screw it, I can't pretend. Do you want to go out sometime?" he says in a rush and I can see that he has a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks as he leans down to catch my eyes with his as he speaks.
"No time like the present," I return, loving the feel of his arms slipping around my waist, something I don't think he's realized he's doing or that I actually want him not to do either.
He takes a step backwards and then we're on the floor, me landing on top of him and he makes this 'oof' sound like I weigh a lot. Which I don't.
My hands rest on either side of his head as I brace myself above him, somehow managing to stop myself sinking on him completely in our fall. Damn OJ Boy and B, but then again... when I think about it, now that I'm this close to Emmett, maybe the fruit juice covered floor isn't such a bad thing.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his own hands coming up cup my face, shifting back all the fuzzy blonde pieces of hair that have escaped my bun during the night and his fingers thread them back behind my ears. His thumbs move slowly up and down my cheeks and I don't think.
I don't breathe.
I just kiss him.
I don't even care when somehow I end up on my back, the leftover ice pressing hard like little lumps joins the thick pulp soaking through my shirt all cold and clammy on heated skin. Emmett's hands feel good everywhere and his lips, oh his lips are even better than I thought.
And my tongue gets to taste those dimples and a whole lot more.
Who would have though something as plain as tall OJ to go, extra pulp, would change an ordinary night at the juice bar into something so very extraordinary?
from Dawn / apolloandbaby
I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday, so I went with Rob :o)
I wanted to thank you for everything that you've done for me and everything you continue to do for this fandom. You are truly talented and so special.
There are so many people who love and adore you to pieces and do know that I am one of them. I am thankful each day that I made the trek to LA to meet you cuz my world is so much better with you in it.
I hope all of your birthday wishes come true. Take care and have an awesome bday! I miss you and love you!!
from SubtlePen
You always make me smile. I hope this returns the favor on your special day.
Xoxox
-SubtlePen
I checked the scarf once more, ensuring he couldn’t see. He laughed nervously, reaching for me, but I tucked his hands at his sides.
“Lay still.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “For now.”
I watched his head tilt and turn, listening for clues as I pulled the cloth away from the tray of surprises on my bedside table.
“First one,” I said, dabbing my fingertip against his mouth.
“Mmm. Syrup. Maple syrup.” His tongue peeked out to get every drop.
“Very good.” His correct guess earned him a slow kiss. “Now try this.” I trailed a slice of kiwi along his lips, letting it linger long enough for him to dare a tiny bite.
“Oh, that’s strawb… no, it’s kiwi. Right?” He took a larger taste of the piece I held, and smiled. “Definitely kiwi.”
I bent down and kissed him again, tasting the odd combination of kiwi and maple. “Two for two, Whitlock. Now try this.” I knew he would recognize the scent before he ever tasted it, but I still dragged it across his lips, teasing him with it, pulling it just out of reach when leaned up for more, squeezing it slowly so that random drips landed on his face and neck.
“Edward…” His deep voice offered a thinly veiled threat.
“Yes, my love?” I placed the wedge of fruit in my mouth and loudly sucked out the juice, knowing the sound would drive him wild.
In an instant, I was pinned on my back. The tray of fruit crashed to the floor, and he was using the black silk blindfolded to bind my wrists. His powerful legs held mine to the bed. “You are an evil, dirty tease.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said, watching him stand. He turned to look for something and, as soon as he found it, I knew I was in trouble. In each hand, he had a fist full of orange wedges.
He held up one and examined it, smelling it, delicately touching it with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm. Sweet.”
“Jas…”
He flipped his hand over and squeezed the wedge, drizzling sticky droplets all over my chest. I knew what was coming. He began to lick, starting with my belly, working his way up my sternum and across each pec, slurping up every bit of juice, nibbling at my skin, leaving a sloppy wet trail.
He squeezed another wedge over my neck, and his lips attacked my throat. I was dizzy from the sensation of his mouth on my Adam’s apple, and the erotic scent of oranges in the air. I writhed beneath him, trying to get him to move, wanting his weight over me, wanting his kisses.
“Baby, please…”
He reached up and quickly untied the scarf, and my hands were instantly in his hair, pulling his face to mine. He tasted so good – oranges and sweetness. He pulled back, holding me down with one hand, brandishing one final orange wedge in the other. He looked me in the eye, then down to my ridiculously hard cock, and laughed. He squeezed until his knuckles turned white.
“Oh, fuck, Jas…”
The cold juice dripped along my length, down between my balls to my ass.
I didn’t have to wait long for him to do something about it….
Happy birthday, Kass!
from ThatPanicGirleE
I'm glad I've gotten to know this awesome girl and I wish her the best birthday ever!
<3 ThatPanicGirleE
from Diane / theladyingrey
Like many others, when I heard it was your birthday, I tried to figure out the best possible OJ-ward I could write for you to show how lovely and wonderful I think you are.
Sadly, the only thing I could think of was an AU short with a vampward drinking a tiger. Y'know. Because tigers are orange. See? It's punny!
Get it? Get it?
{{crickets}}
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So, your present from me is that I did *not* write that hot mess. The rest of humanity thanks you.
Happy birthday, sweetie. Thanks for making the fandom a happier, nicer place to be.
-Diane / theladyingrey
from shalu
xoxoxo
shalu
EPOV
I smell orange juice. Freshly squeezed, of course. And bacon.
Fuck. I forgot.
Every year, she makes a huge-ass plate of bacon, a bacon shake, and a fuckton of freshly squeezed orange juice. I really love my wife, but holy motherfucking hell she's gonna fry my ass if she finds out I forgot our anniversary.
I feel like a total asshole—I could've sworn it was next week, and knowing I am not the first guy to do this does not make me feel better. We've been fighting all week because I've been working late and she thinks it's funny to ask if I'm cheating on her, which makes me really pissy. She doesn't really think I am, but she knows how mad I get when she insinuates shit like that.
I think that's her way of angling for angry make-up sex. Damn, she's crafty. I so fucking love her.
Keeping my eyes closed, I spin my brain for an idea. Anything. How on earth do I show her I remember everything about us? Okay, except anniversaries, apparently. I'm a dude, okay? No matter how many times Emmett tries to convince people otherwise.
Suddenly, something strikes me like a lightning bolt. I sit up and nearly start clapping like a five-year-old. I get out of bed quietly as I can, running into the closet and pushing all my shirts back as I dig for my favorite. At the very back, I grip the fabric and yank it off the hanger.
Even after seven years, it still has a monster stain from the orange juice she spilled all over me the morning after that night at Denny's. I'd walked up behind her as she was pouring two glasses of freshly-squeezed. I freshly squeezed her ass, and the next thing I knew I was covered in sweet, sticky citrus. I laughed and licked the pulp off my fingers, but she was so embarrassed, she felt the need to distract me by going down right then and there. I came embarrassingly fast. I nearly told her I was really only fifteen and wouldn't call the cops. Alice, however, did actually threaten to call the cops for scarring her, as she'd walked in on us.
I still don't understand why she teased me for saving the shirt. It's not funny to call me "Monica LeWankski." Emmett disagrees, but that prick would. I did wash the fucking thing, but apparently my laundry skills blow. I managed to set the stain just right. She once tried to make that one of my share of household chores, but after seeing my lack of talent in said department, she won't even let me buy the detergent.
Slipping the shirt on, I neglect to button it up (in hopes that it won't stay on very long anyway) and head out to the kitchen. I realize I'm only wearing boxers with it, but a carefully selected ensemble is not the point. Fuck! Ensemble?! I've been
Bella is humming away as she cooks, as she often does—one of the many things I love about her. Especially given the fact that she does not hum random melodies or Snow White-esque songs. She hums eighties hair-metal. For serious. Currently, I'm being treated to Bellazak version of "Rock You Like a Hurricane," complete with sound effects for musical interludes.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmm! Der-nert! DER-NER-NERT!! MMMM mmm mmm mmm MMM-MM-MMMMMMM!"
I manage to smother the laugh that's threatening to unceremoniously and prematurely announce my presence. I'm safe, and continue to watch her nostalgic performance, her hips swaying wildly back and forth to the beat of her own drummer (obviously) as she beats the eggs into submission.
Wait, eggs? That's odd. She never makes eggs with the traditional anniversary breakfast. Are my parents coming over? Did I suffer a massive head injury? Is Emmett here, demanding a smorgasbord?
I decide to forget about it when my eyes land back on her ass, noting the way it curves (i.e., the way it fits perfectly in my hands). I manage to get right up behind her before sliding my hands around her waist, flattening my palms against her stomach. She freezes, and bizarrely, it takes her a minute to reply, but she moves my hands up to her breasts before she does. I'm totally fine with this.
"Holy snozzberries, Edward, you scared the crap outta me," she says finally, settling back into me. "But not literally, obviously, because that's eight shades of nasty."
I chuckle, pressing kisses against the nape of her neck, working up to her ear.
"I am a sweet-talker," she continues, apparently having her own conversation now. "I'm surprised you don't jump me more often, what with all my favorite fart jokes and inappropriately-timed sexual segues."
Without speaking, I spin her around to face me, diving right in for a good-morning kiss. She tastes like freshly-squeezed orange juice. Fuck me, that's good.
I reluctantly release her lips, and she whimpers. "You're such a great kisser, I don't even care that you obviously didn't brush your teeth yet — HEY! Are you wearing the Monica LeWank—"
I totally can't help the lopsided smirk I throw at her, noting her own dazzling grin as she points at me. Her face is heating up in that BellaBlush™ and lift her by her hips to rest on the end of the counter away from all her preparations. Ducking down, I work her tiny sleep-shorts and panties down her legs as she gasps.
"Omigod, please remind me to clean this counter later," she rambles, panting and white-knuckling the edge (I hope it's in anticipation).
I purposefully ignore her impulse to clean when I'm very obviously preparing to get dirty at the moment. Kneeling and finding myself at the perfect height for returning the favor, as they say, I shift her legs over my shoulders, sliding my fingers (what I hope is) tantalizingly up her outer thighs.
She moans unevenly—a sound I fucking love, by the way. It tells me what I do to her, that she's unraveling ... even if it does somewhat resemble an odd attempt at a Tarzan call.
"Guh ... 'ward ... are you not gonna say anything? I mean, uh ..." Her speech is disjointed, as though she's fighting giving herself over. That kind of worries me, but I continue my seduction plans by placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on each thigh, closer and closer to the ultimate destination.
Another unsteady warble erupts, but this time she laughs at herself. How could I not love this woman? "Dammit, baby," she whines, her tone still tinged with amusement. "I was trying to surprise you this morning. I have news ..."
The way she trailed off at the end stop me cold. She said "surprise" so it couldn't be anything bad, could it? Or maybe she's trying to soften the blow. What the hell could it be? She wouldn't divorce me on our anniversary would she?
"STOP IT." Forcefully, she tips my chin up to look at her. "You're overthinking it, man! You're a doctor, not a mind-reader!"
Involuntarily, I grin like an idiot. She makes me do that, and it's much more than just her horrible Star Trek impressions.
"Now get up here," she directs, pulling at my shoulders. I try to ignore she is totally bottomless, and wearing a skimpy, thin tank top. Impossible. "Continue by looking at my face and not my tits or my cooter."
My eyes instantly snap to her face. "Did you seriously just call—"
"Cooter, Edward," she chastises me. Me. "I've said it before, I'll say it again. Cooter. It's like pussy, but nicer for certain conversations."
Snort.
"Fine," I sigh, smiling at my wife's brand of humor. "So what do you need to tell me?"
I can't help it, but my stomach is suddenly churning and my mind is racing. Don't make me wait all day, woman, I'm at half mast, you're naked and smelling of delicious citrus nectars and bacon, and I'm not sure if you're gonna tell me something terrifying or incredibly fuckawesome.
"I'm pregnant."
Holy shit, it's both. Terrifying AND fuckawesome. I never thought it possible.
I stare at her, my face hanging blank and shocked. She's half-smiling, half making that "is he pissed or happy?" face. Now, she's starting to wonder if I heard her. ANSWER, JACKASS!
I shake my head to break the mental deadlock. "Are you ... you're ... seriously?"
She raises an eyebrow first, then raises a hand to slap me in the face. No joke.
I blink a few times. "Yeah, thanks. Needed that. Really? I mean ... wow. Really?" A grin that could hardly be described as shit-eating (I mean, come on—who would smile while eating shit?), or any other "really big smile" phrase, plasters itself across my face. It's finally hitting me, and while I'm still a little petrified at the thought of us becoming parents, I'm so amazed, the fear doesn't matter. "There's a baby in here right now."
I bring my hands to her stomach, wondering if that's why she froze when I put my hands there earlier.
She cackles, completely amused. "Yes, Doctor. According to three boxes of pregnancy tests, there definitely should be — I mean, that is typically what pregnancy entails. Did they not teach you this in med school? Was this an accredited institution or did you mail in cereal box tops?"
"Bella," I warn, stemming her comedy tirade.
"I tease because I love," she sighs. "And because you're an easy target. OH, and I made an appointment with the crotch doc next week."
Eying her, I raise an eyebrow as she winks. "Crotch doc?"
"Don't be offended; you're in neuro. You're a brain doc."
I love that my wife refers to my profession so casually. No, really; I do. "And you're a scribbler who'll one day get the Nobel Prize for Literature," I tease, leaning my forehead against hers. "Married to a brain doc. I wonder what our kid will be?"
She smiles widely with anticipation and glee. "A right headcase, it would seem."
A loud laugh peals out of me, and I can't refrain from kissing her over and over. "God, I love you," I tell her in a rush of breath, gathering her in my arms. "This is awesome. Really. Just ... wow."
Nuzzling into her neck, I just take a moment to smell her. Her. Just Bella underneath the hunger-inducing food smells.
"You're totally freaked, aren't you?" She asks, giggling into my ear.
"A lot, yeah," I admit, pulling back to look at her and nodding. "Honestly, though, I'm more in awe than anything. And happy. Definitely happy."
She beams, bouncing a little bit.
"OOH!" she squeals, then snickers. "I totally forgot I'm ridin' bareback on the counter, here."
"There was a reason for that," I remind her, leaning in closer to kiss her lips gently. "A really good reason."
Her hands move to hold my face, her thumbs gently grazing my lips. I dart the tip of my tongue out and lick.
"Tease," she accuses quietly.
Kissing her again, I remind her, "I'm not a tease if I intend to follow up."
Her deep brown eyes sparkle as she drops her hands to my shoulders. "Then by all means, Dr. Cullen, get to work."
With one last kiss, I descend slowly, trailing my hands down her sides and over her hips, reclaiming my previous position. I slip my arms under her legs, cupping my hands around her hips to hold her in place (she likes to wiggle).
Turning my head to one side, I return to my initial warm up along the insides of her thighs. Wiggling her ass (see? I told you), she also emits a low whine, and I know she's impatient. "Edwarrrrd ... celebratory Ohhhhhh!"
I nearly lose my composure and start cracking up, but somehow manage to maintain and work my way inward at my own, maddeningly slow pace. Gripping her ass, I move forward, pressing my tongue flat against her. I lick and pulse, suck and nibble ever so lightly. Maybe it's just the orange juice I tasted when I kissed her, but I swear she tastes a little sweeter on these lips than I'm used to. She lets out a guttural moan and starts mumbling incoherently, though I do think I heard something about "best tongue" and "husband." I'll draw my own conclusions there.
I work for a little while, and as usual, she squirms against me, but grips my hair like she's riding a bronco. I know that to be a really good sign, so I begin to hum as I swirl, kiss, suck. The vibrations kick up the speed of bringing her to the brink, and though her legs are acting as earmuffs, I'm pretty sure I hear "ONE MORE! ONE! MORE TIME! FOR THE WIN!"
I'm not going to pretend I understand that exactly, but Bella sometimes spouts pure crazy when she orgasms. It's a huge plus for me. I like to say she's speaking in tongues because sex with me is a religious experience. Well, she laughs.
Her feet lock behind me and I know she's chewing on her lips because her sounds are even more obscured. Retrieving one hand from her hips, I slip two fingers inside her and she bucks.
"YES!! HOME RUN! FIELD GOAL! GODDAMN DESSERT!"
Twisting my fingers to find that spot, I double my efforts, pulsing the tip of my tongue on the love button (I didn't name it that; she did. I swear!). She breaks, her thighs clenching around my ears as her entire body tenses and relaxes in shuddering waves. I can only hear pieces of her verbal rant.
"Son of BITCHCRACKING ... mothercrapping ... holy fuckballs ... so hungry ..."
I continue working her as she rides it out, coming down slowly. Her hands release my hair—which I'm sure looks even more ridiculous than my normal bedhead— and lightly sweep over my cheeks. She's still panting, but I push up off my knees and kiss my way up her torso until I'm face to face with her.
"Goddamn, Edward," she nearly wheezes. "You are too fucking good at that."
Kissing along her neck and jaw, I smile—a little smug, if I'm being honest. "Happy anniversary, baby," I whisper in her ear.
She freezes. "Oh, shit," she groans. "I thought it was next week?!"
from SorceressCirce
You are such an incredibly sweet person, and I'm constantly amazed by how much you do for the fandom. Thank you for everything - especially for tolerating my consistent epic failure ;) I hope you have an amazing day filled with everything you could possibly want.
I prodded Pinkieward a little to get him to show me a scene with him and Bella - I hope you enjoy this bit of a futureshot from JOotG. One of your favorite things makes an appearance...
Love and hugs,
SorceressCirce
I stretched, blinking against the harsh light streaming through the windows as I tried to figure out why I was alone.
I was surrounded by her scent, soft and sweet like her skin, but Bella was nowhere to be found.
With a frown, I sat up and then stood with a groan, shifting my morning wood and trying to will it away before I opened my door and peeked out.
Nothing.
But then came a strange, mechanical noise.
“Bella?” I called.
“In here,” she answered from the kitchen.
Walking in, I found her up to her elbows in orange halves.
“What are you doing?”
Standing on my small wooden stepstool, she watched me with wide eyes. She looked nervous, and I hoped it was just from the noisy juicer. I stepped toward her slowly and brushed away pulp on her cheek before kissing it softly.
Her eyes fluttered closed before drifting open again. “Hi,” she breathed.
“Hi,” I answered, amusement clear in my voice even to me. “What are you doing?” I repeated.
“Oh,” she murmured, blushing and turning back to her work. “I heard you tell Jasper it’s your favorite, so I thought…” She trailed off with a shrug.
I stood back initially, letting her get used to being in the kitchen with me, but gradually I began to help her. Together, we cooked breakfast, scrambling eggs, frying bacon, making toast – so simple, so perfect.
When we sat down beside each other, Bella smiled at me a little shyly. “Thanks,” she said softly.
I nodded, smiling as I took a piece of toast to butter. I wanted so badly to tell her that this is what I wanted – exactly this, exactly her, every morning of our lives.
Before I could, she sipped her juice, spilling some over her chin.
What a waste…
I watched golden juice slip down her skin, swallowing as I imagined the delectable ambrosia that would be her flavor spiced with the tanginess of orange juice.
Before I could stop myself – before I could even think – I leaned forward, licking her chin with the tip of my tongue. I closed my eyes, relishing the sweetness, before I realized what I’d done.
My eyes flew open again, and I sat up straight. “I-I… I’m sorry.”
Bella wore an unreadable expression before her jaw tightened and her eyes grew determined. Then she closed the distance, kissing me hard.
When she pulled away, we were both breathing hard. I searched her face, half-frantic, half-hopeful.
Her eyes held nothing but triumph with a hint of something smoldering in their depths, something I’d been dying to see. It was pride and confidence bolstered by desire that nearly matched my own.
My lips curved into a smile as I took her hands. “Bella,” I whispered, savoring her name on my tongue. “Thank you for this…” She beamed, but I had more to say. “I love having you here with me.”
“I love being here,” she whispered, her eyes crinkling with her smile.
from Nina
I hope you have a magnificent birthday today! You do so much for everyone, I hope you take some time for you today to enjoy yourself! Much love and kisses
xoxo
Nina
from Samantha (playitagainsam)
I'm not sure people tell you enough, or if you're aware, but you are a treasure to the world of fandom. You're the sweetest, kindest, and most helpful to this community, and we're all so grateful to have met you. You're sure to have the most wonderful day with all these people celebrating with you!
Oh yes...you're a damn good writer as well. :)
Have a great birthday!
Samantha (playitagainsam)
from Trayce (aka monamour / @lemonamor)
Here's a birthday blessing for you:
May your day be filled with sunshine & rainbows
May your nite be filled with music & dancing
May your reality be filled with moaning & groaning
May your fantasy be filled with many naked Rob's
MWAH!! Cheers!
Trayce (aka monamour/@lemonamor)
from Kherisma
You are such a sweetheart. You do so much for so many and are so kind. I hope that your birthday is a fantastic day. May you be surrounded by those you love and pampered by in every way possible. CHEERS!
XOXO
~Kherisma
from Victoria (vickitori303)
I hope you're having an amazing day. I want to take a moment and say thank you for my new found appreciation for fics with an OJward. I find myself sighing whenever I read a part where Edward drinks orange juice out of the carton or the glass :)
You're an amazing writer, fic pimper and friend. Thanks for all that you do. Enjoy your special day!
Victoria
xo
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