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5/22/2019

Episode Seventeen: Makeup on the Sheets

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Episode Seventeen: Makeup on the Sheets

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

We finished the bottle of champagne, and Edward decided to have a joint before dinner. I took the time to open as many boxes as I could. The back of one hand was ten shades of pink while the other was purple. I had blues up one arm and greens on the other. I had begun to test out highlighters on Edward's forearm.

“I love the gold,” I moaned as I rubbed the powder across his skin. Beside it was a vivid pink and orange. The textures were so nice. They really stood out on his pale skin.

“There was a gold lipstick,” he pointed out as he rifled through some of the boxes until he found it.

“Ohhhh...” I took it out of the box. Pulling out the wand, I inspected the shiny lip gloss. “I've got a bunch of gold eyeshadow, too. I could go as an Oscar for Halloween.” I pulled out my phone and used the camera as a mirror to smear some onto my lips. “Oh,” I giggled, way too pleased with the result. “I'm shiny as fuck.”

He took the wand from me and delicately pushed it around the general region of his lips. “Yes, but how do I look?”

I laughed, leaning forward to kiss him and make even more of a mess with his amazing metallic lips. By the time we were done, we both had it all over our cheeks and chins. He took my phone from me and took a selfie with us doing a duck face, covered in gold. It was incredibly stupid, and I loved it so much.

After cleaning up, Edward and I finished making our meal. He mostly sat at the island though, still smoking, as he told me about his movie.

“I should tell my family after dinner. They should all be awake by then.” He looked at his phone after passing me the joint.

“Your nieces are going to think you're the coolest uncle ever. Especially the new one. She'll be about four or five when it comes out. She'll be the exact right age to be obsessed with the songs. How fun,” I thought out loud with a smile. I passed the smoke back to him.

“If they do a premiere in Sydney I could get them all to come. All my girls.” He rested his head in his hand. “I'm going to be able to do whatever I want to do after this. Disney is basically a license to print money. I'll be able to set up funds for my sisters and their daughters and make sure they'll always be taken care of. I'll be able to buy my parents a house and a new car if they want it. Get them the best nurses when they get older and need more help. My grandparents, too. And I'll be able to do whatever project I want to do. I can just do what I'm passionate about. It won't have to be about a paycheck ever again.”

He tapped the ashes in the tray with a little sigh.

I knew he needed me more to listen than to say anything. Edward had all these things building up inside of him, and he had to get them out. His happiness was almost tinged with a panicked anxiousness that often comes with success. He felt like an imposter. He had worked very hard for it though, and was good at the business end of things. Zafrina, his manager, was really helping as well. I was sure she was over the moon at his success. It probably made her so much money.

We ate a quiet dinner, and I went to get washed up from my day while he talked to his family. He was still on the phone when I got out of the shower, so I decided to blow dry and straighten my hair. Then I decided to use as many of the products that he had gotten me as possible since he was still talking after that. Edward was sitting outside by the pool, and I could see him from my vantage point by the lighted vanity. The glass wall from his bedroom had a good view of his whole backyard. He made such big hand gestures when he was excited. It made me smile.

I dressed in the bra and panties he picked out from Target for me and slipped on a silky red nightgown that I had gotten earlier that day. I even switched out my silver studs in my ears for something more interesting, even if they were just cheap little colored gemstones. It was fully dark outside when he came back inside.

He found me at the vanity, dabbing on some fierce matte red lipstick. Edward stood at the doorway, almost shyly.

“I'm sorry that took so long.”

“You're fine, honey,” I assured him. “I hope everyone is doing well.”

“Yeah, they are. That was a lot of calls,” he answered quietly. “You look stunning. Your hair is so much longer when it's straight. It's almost to your arse.”

I shook my hair loose, showing off how nice it currently looked since I was using expensive shampoo and a leave-in conditioner. I got up from the vanity and did a little spin to show him everything he was getting that night, my hands out beside me.

“How did I do?” I closed my eyes and showed off my makeup to him.

“It's very pretty. You are very pretty. Though it's like you're photoshopped your face in real life,” he teased. “I'm afraid to mess it up.”

“I only put it on so you could mess it up.” I grinned wickedly up at him as I tugged at the bottom of his button-down shirt.

“Well, in that case.” He pulled my mouth closer to his so he could kiss me deeply, passionately. His arms went around my waist, holding me tightly to him with his fingers spread wide over my back and ass. His hand went fully down to firmly grip my bottom, his fingers pushing my dress up some as he did. Soon it was lifted over the cheek he was squeezing, smoothing his palm over the pink lacy boy shorts.

When Edward pulled away, he looked a bit vampish with the red staining his lips, chin, cheeks, neck, and nose. I could only imagine I looked the same. His smile gave away his own amusement at our look.

We kissed in the doorway of his bathroom for twenty minutes before Edward easily lifted me from the ground onto the open counter space on the vanity. His hands were all over my body. Somehow I was able to work off his shirt while he threw my nightgown to the side.

I was going to have bruises all over my chest from him, little round hickeys already dotting my breasts. All I could do was hang onto him as he lavished me with attention. Edward went down to his knees in front of me, pressing my legs apart with warm wet kisses across my thighs. I was so wet already that I had made my lacy pink panties slick. He licked and kissed me through them, one of my hands in his hair while the other kept me upright.

"Damn, damn... damnnnn...." I drew out stupidly when my orgasm hit me, arching my back so hard that I actually bounced my head against the mirror with a sharp crack. He didn't seem to notice the loud thud or didn't care because he didn't stop. When he finally moved my panties out of the way to push his fingers inside, I made an inhuman noise. My legs wrapped around his shoulders, my foot uncontrollably twitching. He was at just the right angle, his fingers reaching deep inside of me. My thighs were trembling as I leaned back against the mirror again. Edward had a very talented tongue. I was surprised I didn't yank his hair out with the force of my orgasms that he gave me, one right after the other.

When he finally pulled away, he kissed me eagerly as he worked off my bra from my shoulders. I pulled it away before helping with his trousers. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding myself to him as I gave him my own hickey on his shoulder.

When the foreplay became too much, I hopped down from the countertop and took his hand to lead him back into the bedroom. I stopped to adjust the blankets, purposely bending over to rub my ass against his erection. He groaned, pulling my hips back against him.

"I want to fuck you like this. I want to fuck you from behind," he said roughly into my ear as he kept us pressed together. Instead of saying anything, I just lowered my wet panties to the ground.

I cried out into the mattress, my face shoved deeply into it when he slid inside. He held onto my hips as he pressed himself in deeply over and over again. Clinging to the sheets, my body bucked without my permission. I could feel him deep in the pit of my stomach. Edward moaned and hissed as he tried to focus on not finishing too quickly. When his hand slid up my back to pull my hair, I came so hard that I could feel myself dripping around him. I felt his entire body shudder behind me before he called out with his own climax.

I crawled up onto the bed, my body completely spent and sending electrical charges up my thighs and stomach. Edward threw the condom away and went to the bathroom to quickly clean up. I couldn't move yet, though. When he came back, he leaned over and placed a kiss on my lips. There was still lipstick on his face.

“Well, your makeup looks wild now,” he said to me, way too pleased with his handiwork.

“That's because half of it's on your bed.” I showed him the sheets. You could see my foundation, concealer, powder, lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara smashed like a weird mask shape on the white sheets. It was horrifying.

“Well... shit,” Edward laughed cheerfully. “Whoops.”

“I'll wash the sheets tomorrow,” I said as he crawled into bed with me. I laid my head on top of his chest.

"I have to go to the studio tomorrow," he told me after a few minutes of cuddling. "I have to do some voiceover work for a commercial. Will you be okay by yourself again? I feel bad, but I can't get out of it."

"No, it's perfect," I tried to reassure him. "I need to finish up your pictures, so I can send them. I'm almost done but, there is always more I can do. What time do you have to go? I'll make you breakfast before."

"Noon. But you don't have to do that. I love your cooking, but I feel bad making you cook for me all the time." He rubbed his finger over my shoulder as he tried to pull me impossibly closer.

"Don't. I love cooking for my friends. And a way to a man's heart and all that," I laughed a little as I traced his tattoo with my finger. "Besides, you're still in the super grateful stage, and it's my favorite part," I dragged my nail lightly along the vine work and roses. "I was thinking breakfast tacos."

“Yes, I would be very grateful for breakfast tacos,” he nodded dramatically. “The way to a man's heart is definitely tacos.”

“You know, there is this myth that the most proposed over a meal is roasted chicken and somehow not tacos,” I joked.

Edward tilted his head in confusion. "How would they know that? If it's true, why chicken? Is it just roasted chicken or does fried chicken count? Or is that too greasy?"

“A roast chicken takes a lot of work and often comes out bland and dry if you don't know what you're doing. I guess it shows a certain level of skill in the kitchen. Wife material. But, is it the same if you go to a restaurant?” I mused with him playfully. “Then someone else is doing the work but does it provide the same desired effect? A placebo, if you will.”

“These are the hard questions that need to be asked,” he teased, making me snort. “I don't think I'd want to propose over food. What if they had garlic or onions? What if they had chicken in their teeth? It's not very romantic or original.”

“Most proposals aren't very romantic, I don't think. Or, original. But I'd rather get engaged over a meal than over a pregnancy test any day of the week,” I answered knowingly.

“Wait... You don't have kids, do you?” He said with a soft surprised tone and wide innocent eyes.

I swatted his stomach hard. He just laughed. "Sorry! I'm joking. I'm joking.”

“No. I just thought I was pregnant and I had a panic attack,” I began to explain to him. “Aiden brought me a couple of tests and handed them to me and said, 'it doesn't really matter. We were going to get married anyway.' And it was negative, of course. It was actually food poisoning, not morning sickness, but somehow we were engaged. We got married a few months later. I was only nineteen,” I told him, lost in my own thoughts. “That is the most simplified version of the story, to say the least. I guess it was romantic that he already knew what he wanted. I don't know.”

“You deserved something more special than that.” Edward traced his finger over my left shoulder carefully.

“I was so young. I was just happy someone wanted me at all, let alone wanted to keep me. He did get me a ring after that. Gave it to me on the first night of Hanukkah.” I reached down and covered myself with a blanket. “I'll take a shitty proposal and a good marriage over a good proposal and a shitty marriage.”

“It's possible to have both,” he pointed out.

“It's also possible we make ourselves unhappy by having too many expectations for ourselves and others. You might not know that yet since you’re young and you’ve reached for the moon and literally made it to Jupiter right off the bat. It's not that you haven't worked for it either. You're just lucky enough not to have that life experience yet. I'm insanely jealous,” I told Edward honestly. He was quiet and pensive, stroking my back as he considered what I said before sighing heavily.

"You're right about expectations. It's an obvious thing. I know we can't have it all, but it doesn't stop me from wanting it."

I lifted my head so I could look at him better. "Well, in your case, you could have it all. So, why listen to me?"

Edward shook his head. “Don't discount yourself or your thoughts and feelings. They're valid.”

"In another life, you would make for a good therapist," I replied to him as I looked into his beautiful green eyes, my chin resting on his peck. He had such lovely eyes, and they were so intently focused on me. “Did it ever get that serious with anyone for you?”

"Um... Not really. Yes and no. I was going to propose to the girl I had been dating before I moved here. I thought that she'd move with me to LA and I'd ask her to marry me on our fourth anniversary in June. Victoria didn't want to move, though. She didn't want to leave Sydney or her friends. Or, her job. She is an interior designer. I understand, I guess. I just wish she told me right away, instead of at the last minute. Letting me plan everything as I did. But, to be honest, I think Vicky was ready to be rid of me."

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

“I don't know. A feeling. She thought I was an immature ass most of the time. She started dating someone pretty soon after, too. I don't think she was cheating, per se, but I think she was thinking about it really hard. I wish her all the best,” he said quietly, a little frown on his face. “I hope the next asshole likes her weird tastes in furniture and burnt toast.”

“Well, her loss,” I mumbled into his chest tattoo as I pressed a kiss against it.

We woke up together that morning to the alarm on Edward's phone. We worked out in his little gym and took a leisurely shower together afterward. Edward helped me with our delicious breakfast of egg and bacon tacos with caramelized onions, mushrooms, fresh tomato, avocado, and cheese. And fruit salad again since he had liked it so much the day before. He mostly handed me things and made the coffee. He was getting good at the coffee, though.

We ate outside under the umbrella. It was a perfect day.

And, that's where he left me to go to work. Outside in the sunshine with his silver box of joints for me if I wanted them later. He kissed me deeply before he left, his gentle fingers brushing the hair from my eyes.

I sat under the umbrella with my laptop until my battery nearly died three hours later before moving to the dining room table. An hour later, I got myself a glass of wine to take the edge off of sending in my pictures to Jessica at Vaudevillian. I looked over them three times then checked them once more to be sure. When I finally sent the email, my heart was in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't look at another picture for a day or so, so I put my computer away. My eyes hurt a little bit. I started Edward's sheets and blankets in the washer so that they would be clean when he got home. Then I decided to make use of his good weed and smoke outside while listening to a book. It was a perfect seventy degrees outside. I stayed out until the book finished a couple of hours later. I had listened to all the audiobooks I had downloaded for the trip.

After taking a relaxing bath in his amazing tub, I decided it was finally time to start dinner. I had decided to make homemade pasta for us. Something with a nice egg dough and a creamy sauce. I didn't have a machine, so I made it all by hand.

I made his bed while the dough was resting. The blankets were so soft and warm. I had admittedly been in yoga pants and a tank top all day, just ready to crawl back into bed again. I was getting spoiled to how good his beds were. They sure as hell beat my couch.

Edward sent me a text just as I was finishing rolling out the noodles with a wine bottle. Of course, he didn’t have a rolling pin. "Would you like me to pick up anything for dinner, or would you like to order dinner?" He asked.

“I'm making homemade pasta if that's alright?” I sent back. I guess I could have asked him before. I was just so used to not having to with Alice. She would eat any of my food at any time.

“Oh, yes, please. Do we have garlic bread?”

"No. If you want to stop and get some french bread, I'll be more than happy to make you some. It sounds good," I texted in return.

“Should I get dessert?” The phone flashed almost instantly. He was such a fast typer.

I thought about it for a minute. “Up to you. We have leftover mousse and whipped cream still. And strawberries.”

“That sounds good,” he sent the message with a heart emoji and a chocolate bar symbol. “I'll be home as soon as I can.”

Cooking in his kitchen and waiting for him to get home from work was somehow giving me a sense a deja vu. I had already gotten used to the space and working in it. It felt comfortable and friendly to me. Though I would have liked better equipment.

He arrived with the bread and a pretty bouquet of yellow roses for me.

“How beautiful. Do you have a vase to put them in?” I asked Edward. The expression on his face made me giggle. It was one of mild panic. Why on earth would he have a vase? “No. That's okay. I'll figure it out.”

A freakishly large clear glass beer stein was used, and I put them in the center of the dining room table.

Edward was so tired from his day. Apparently, it had not gone as smoothly as it had the week before. It didn't bother him that much, it was just stressful. That was anyone's work day, though.

I made him a large plate of pappardelle pasta in a creamy parmesan sauce and a nice salad. He had never eaten anything like it before, praising me repeatedly. “And, you used a wine bottle to make the pasta itself?”

“Yeah. I used to make pasta for the restaurant I worked for on the daily. I could probably do it in my sleep at this point. But, I have to tell you… You seriously need some things for your kitchen,” I replied to him as I twisted the long flat noodles around my fork.

“Do you want to make a video about it?” Edward asked curiously.

“What do you mean? Just listing off stuff you need in the kitchen or just me buying shit for your kitchen?” I questioned jokingly.

"Both, I guess. Kind of. I don't know. You know what a person needs for a good kitchen. You used to cook professionally for a while. And, if we make it into a video, I can write it off as a business expense," he pointed out.

I laughed, “that seems a little shady.”

He grinned a little. “Not if we keep using them in videos. Both of us...”

“Do you even want to make cooking videos?”

Edward picked apart his bread, putting a little piece into his mouth. “I'm already making food videos. You said yourself it makes sense that I learn. You could teach me. You've already doubled my cooking knowledge this week.”

I laughed quietly and wondered how far from the truth that actually was. Probably not much. "I'm not against it but don't we need to be in the same state for that? You've already got your week planned, and I fly home on the second. And, you already have to work on Sunday because of all the rain."

“It's just one place for a watch. It’ll be very short. We could do it after,” he said hopefully.

“The kitchen supply store or Bed, Bath, and Beyond, or whatever, ain't gonna let Seth and Tyler run around with cameras and a boom mic inside,” I pointed out. “Not with such short notice.”

"Oh, well. Perhaps. We don't have to film the shopping, just the end results. All the things and why and what they do. Or we'll just use our phones. But, either way, it'll be Eddie's first fully decked out adult kitchen. And when you come to visit again, we can do some cooking videos together. If you want to. It's up to you."

“Are you sure you want me in so many of your videos?” I asked. I was worried if we didn't work out. He was going to have months of videos with me in them if he wasn't careful.

Edward pretended to think about it for a minute. "You are beautiful and well spoken. Funny as hell. I absolutely do. You know, I posted a video with you this morning, and it already has five million views. The second part of the Japanese stuff. The sodas. It might be the fastest ever for a food one. And the comments are almost all nice. There was a percentage of thirsty ones, too,” he made a little face at the last sentence. “But, it’s the internet.”

“The first already had ten million though,” I replied. “I don't think it's me.”

“It's up to twenty-two million views, actually. Last time I checked this morning. And the one from the jump has doubled its views from just yesterday. By the way, I moved your pay from one hundred to one thousand. I can change it again if it's a problem,” Edward said in passing. He was so nonchalant about money.

“How much are you actually giving me?” I questioned him.

"I'm not giving it to you," he began to say. "You earned it. You did work. Mostly tolerating my buffoonery..." I gave him a look, and he sighed, realizing I actually wanted to know. "Four percent of all the ad revenue and sponsorship, if it implies. Like the jump gets way more because it's sponsored. Way way more. It’s the most I’ve made from a single video already by a whole lot.”

“None of that was work,” I argued with Edward. “I can't imagine what you're getting for each video. Do you do the same with Seth and Tyler? Give them a percentage?”

“They get double that for each one they do. They seem really happy about it,” he told me with a little smirk.

“That's because they're getting paid thousands for twenty hours of work a week. Tops,” I laughed.

“They work on their own stuff, too.”

I chewed on my thumb as I considered my next words very carefully. "Would you promise to let me know if you ever feel like I'm using you? Because, I don't ever intend to but, I just... I don't want to take advantage, and you've already given me so much. I don't ever want to exploit your generosity. It would be okay if you gave me less. I haven't done much of anything."

“You can use me a little bit.” He winked at me. I smirked and rolled my eyes. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my knuckles gently before getting more serious. “You're not. But, I promise to tell you if I ever feel that way.”

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