How are you my dear friends? I come bearing gifts! So, I saw a few peeps rec’ing this on twitter (particularly @Lady_Packinson ) and I told myself: Okay this sounds interesting!
And it is! So, so freaking interesting!
I’ve seen a few fics in which Bella is an escort but I haven’t read any fics in which Edward is an escort so that alone interested me. (No I haven’t read the Red Line, that’s too hardcore for my wussperv heart. Kudos on you who can withstand that kind of angst.)
So, I made this fanart banner and blinkie for the story after I finished all 9 chapters posted so far. I hope you guys like them!
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Summary: A virgin. An escort. A contract signed. But falling in love wasn’t part of the agreement… AH, E&B
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella & Edward
So, basically Bella is a 19 year old virgin who has issues getting intimate with men. She realizes that she feels like she’s settling with the boys she’s dated so far, and she hasn’t really had the best experiences if we are being honest. Thus, she decides to take matters into her own hands and hires the services of Edward.
We don’t know many things about Edward so far, but my instincts tell me he has a good reason to have chosen that career path. I have a theory but I won’ tell you! 😛
Anyhow, there are parts of the story that have my heart clenching and parts that have my heart beating 100 miles an hour!
“They’re boys, Edward,” she said, as if stating the obvious. “They just want what all boys want, and they usually don’t care much about how they get it.”
He shook his head sadly. “Some guys care,” he said. “And some want more than to just use a girl for sex. Keep looking until you find one worthy of you. Don’t settle, Bella.” He reached out and took her chin in his hand, stroking it gently with his thumb. “You don’t need to settle.”
She stared at him, wondering what planet he came from. Wondering if there was some kind of escort handbook to tell him the right things to say to a girl in any given situation.
“That’s why I chose you,” she said softly.
It was his turn to stare. How did she do that? Grab his heart in her fist so effortlessly, then squeeze until it nearly brought tears to his eyes.
He slid his hand up the side of her face, stroking one perfect rose-colored cheek. He had no more words, and was certain he couldn’t choke them out if he did. So he chose the wordless language of a kiss, hoping it could adequately express his gratitude. He couldn’t understand why she refused to see that choosing him was the epitome of settling. Why she would consider him the sole recipient worthy of her virginity, when they both knew he was nothing but a paid . . .
*heart beating hummingbird-speed*
She let out a tiny cry of dismay as he removed his hand from her and raised himself up on his haunches. He gently pulled the g-string down her thighs, around the crook of her bent knees and over her feet, revealing her freshly-waxed pussy as he freed it from its lace prison. He smiled faintly that she would undergo a bikini wax for him, a total stranger.
Maybe she had sensed that in some ways, she would already know him better than anyone else did.
He tried not to stare at the perfection of the pink, glistening flesh between her parted thighs. His dick twitched, aching to be released from the confines of his pants and briefs, and allowed to explore the fertile playground so close by.
He fought his baser instincts and raised his eyes to meet hers again. Her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, but she held his gaze, almost defiantly. He could see how hard she was trying not to shrink from him; not to give in to self-consciousness. Her legs were closing together, instinctively attempting to shield her vulnerability from his prying eyes and hands.
“If you had any idea how sexy you are to me right now, you wouldn’t try to close yourself off from me,” he said quietly.
So, I realy hope you give this story a chance and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I have so far.