*Warning: Must be 18 to read*
I’m 7 ½ chapters away from finishing “Clipped Wings & Inked Armor” – throw me a freakin’ party people!!! I know; your fanfic book club leader is aparently a slow reader. In all fairness, I've been busy! But I promise to have this bad boy finished by next Friday and we can MOVE THE F*** ON!! Jeez, I’ve acquired quite the diiirty mouth since being in bed with Tattward. But until then, I wanted to share another dream I had starring guess who…
In case you need a refresher, here is my first dream that started this reoccuring dream series: How many FanFiction Edwards are too many?. And this is my second: FanFiction Edwards continue to haunt my dreams.
Below is the third...
Disclaimer – HA – This character was originally adapted from Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” and recreated for the following author’s own
perverted pleasure. He was not created by me. I’m turning FanFiction on its head and doing FanFiction based on FanFiction characters. Don’t get confused, it’s not rocket science. The cast is as follows:
Clipped Wings & Inked Armor (Tattward) – hunterhunting
A fictional version of me named Olivia (Because it's easier writing this if I don't use my own name!)
The ever-sleeping husband is played by Jake
My eyes snap open in a flash and I’m panting as the fleeting details of a nightmare about breastfeeding three triplet baby boys AT THE SAME TIME quickly escapes my memory. Oh my, I think God is trying to tell me something – he wants me to have three boys someday. Well, for now, I’ll settle for my three FanFiction Edwards (Fifty, Cockward, and Tattward), I think to myself. Ugh, I feel clammy and I’m burning up! Jeez, who turned the heat on? But then I realize that Jake has me pulled into one serious spooning position and his rock hard midsection tells me that he’s probably having a wet dream since it’s 3am. I manage to roll over despite his vice grip on my waist and I drag my hands over his muscular arms as I position myself facing him.
W-W-WAIT! Jake is a big guy, but he’s not this defined. Has he been working out more? My fingers move to his face and line the length of his strong jaw toward his chin and…and…wait – what the hell is this? I feel cold hard steel under my thumb as it grazes his bottom lip. Huh? Is that a lip ring?? Jake doesn’t have a lip ring! What is going on??? I reach up and run my hand through his hair and once again am jolted by the odd texture under my fingers. Jake’s hair normally feels like a silky smooth version of Justin Bieber’s hair, but this hair is thick and feels wavy and chaotic – and what are these, sideburns? Just then Jake flexes his hips forward meeting mine and I’m once again reminded of the bulge between us.
“Mmm…well hello Kitten,” purred the dark figure gripping me tight, that I now realize is not my husband.
WHAT! Tattward? How could this be???
“Edward, is that you?” I whispered, feeling totally retarded because how in the hell could Edward be lying in my freaking bed in the Cali burbs?
“Well who the f*** else would it be Olivia? I thought I was the only one that’s ever been in this bed with you. You’re mine, remember?” He nuzzles his nose in my hair and murmurs “All mine.”
Goosebumps cover the entire length of my body as I wiggle closer to him pressing my hips into his, now moving in some kind of unison. Are we dry humping? God it feels incredible. I could seriously do this for hours, but I do hope we move to first base.
“All yours” I answer back, feeling totally guilty because I’m married and all. At that moment the stupid line enters my head: Jake – you snooze you lose! Oh well, since I’m here, I might as well oblige myself, so I brush my lips against his temple. Edward pulls his face back up to meet mine, practically nose to nose and he sighs slowly. At this moment I’m suddenly nervous that Edward is going to kiss me. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want him to, but for realz, I do have a wedding ring on. I mean, I actually don’t because I don’t sleep with it, but still. It’s not like it doesn’t count when it’s not there!
“Edward, um…this is really awkward because I really, REALLY want you to touch me right now, but um…I’m kind of married.”
I feel Edward scoot back creating an unpleasant space between our bodies. “You’re f****** married? Why the f*** didn’t you tell me? We’ve spent all these nights together and you didn’t think that would be something that I should f****** know?” My eyes have adjusted to the darkness now and I can see Edward’s features turn into a scowl.
“I don’t know Edward…I…I guess I didn’t think it was important or something”, I rambled out knowing how lame I sounded. “You didn’t think it was important? Olivia, I’m f****** in love with you.”
Oh god, this is everything I ever wanted to hear from Tattward, but I knew it was impossible. I mean, how could he love me? I’m just a desperate housewife reading FanFiction! Somehow I assumed this beautiful and dangerous looking man covered in tattoos, piercings, and God’s gifts would choose someone, I don’t know, more angsty and ratty hot like Bella. Why me? And never mind all that – what about Jake? He’s sleeping in some layer of reality right now clueless to the fact that his wife is dry humping her tattooed hero. Suddenly I feel like I’m right smack in the middle of that Leonardo DiCaprio movie “Inception” where I can’t tell whether I’m dreaming or if this is reality. And if I’m dreaming, I secretly don’t want to wake up. I choose this reality Leo, so f*** off.
Oh the guilt!
“Edward, I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. I’m going to need you to get out of my bed.” I say this meekly as if I don’t believe my own words. Besides, our hips have already found each other again and they’re once again moving in unison. We’re having an erotic fight right now in which he’s just told me he loves me and I’ve told him to get out yet we’re still pinned together with no hope of separation.
At this moment I decide that if I’m dreaming it’s harmless, so I’m allowed to indulge, right? I mean, it’s the only time I can, I reason with myself.
“Olivia, I know you love me too. It’s more than this” Edward breathes, as his hand moves down my side toward my moving hip and his lips find my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses up to my jaw.
Oh f*** it. My inner goddess just did a triple back flip landing on the bed with her legs splayed wide open.
My fingers search for Edward’s lips in the dark and I lean in slowly, closing my eyes and feeling the butterflies about to literally burst out of my stomach, and finally – gloriously – they find placement on his soft, full lips. OH GOD!
Suddenly I hear a muffled “What are you doing?” under my lips and I pull away feeling freaked out that I was too forward and Tattward was going to kick me out of MY bed!
“Liv, it’s 3am, I’m sleeping!” Jake whines as he rubs his eyes. “Um…sorry, I just had the urge to give you a lil kiss. I think I must’ve been dreaming about hot sex with you or something,” I chuckled guiltily.
“Well, I’m too tired. Let’s do it tomorrow night. Go to sleep.” Jake rolls over and immediately falls into a sleepy breathing pattern. I lay there in bed, propped up on both of my elbows as I’m bewildered at how real that dream of Tattward was. It was f****** amazing, ohmygod. That’s it, I’m a horrible person.
I sink back down in bed and turn onto my side trying to remember every detail of Tattward; the way he felt under my fingers, the sound of his voice, the feel of his form pressed to mine. Oh lord, I must be freaking crazy and mucho desperado to have so many dreams about my Edwards, but this one didn’t even include Fifty and Cockward! I guess right now I belong to Tattward until I finish CW&IA. I’ll finish it soon, I think to myself as sleep begins to overtake my thoughts and I sink back into unconsciousness.
“You’re mine, Olivia. All f****** mine,” Edward breaths into my mouth as his lips move with mine…
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