As most of you are already aware I am away for a while, so this week will be our first, of at least several, FFF Guest Review Weeks.
So many wonderful FanFiction friends came forward to offer to write reviews and recommend their favorite fics for FFF to cover my absence, and I would like to thank you all for the outpouring of love and support, both for myself (MC) and for Rob Attack! THANK YOU!
This week we will have 3 recs from three different reviewers, so without further ado, let’s get started:
The author’s summary of this story is bound to capture your attention: He took my underwear, hung them from his back pocket, then said, “These are mine.” – AH, E/B, Lemons. So yeah, there was no way that I wasn’t reading a story with a description like that. But of course, there’s so much more to the story than just that little sentence and if you’re looking for a fic where E&B are going at it from the get go, go back and reread the title. The story is aptly named The Slowest Burn because while they want each other, there are obstacles in their way, namely the two characters themselves.
Bella Swan has it all. She’s popular, she’s a cheerleader, and she’s got the interest of one of the cutest, sweetest football players in the school. It should be enough, but it’s not. She has two warring sides, the one that wants to be the girl everybody thinks she is and the one that is drawn to Edward Cullen. We find out rather quickly that even as she’s moving ahead with Jasper, she’s had some kind of run in with Edward.
“I waited for you,” he says unexpectedly. I turn away from his hand and quickly his fingers wrap around my chin to bring my face back around. “Were you playing me?” he snaps and just like that I’m scared again. He sees how wide my eyes snap open and releases my chin only to cradle my face between his hands, “Hey, ” he mutters softly and flicks his cigarette to the floor, “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head and feel my throat tighten up. I keep playing that scene in my head over and over with him and that poor guy. A guy who had every right to come and talk to me that night because we went to the same school. For all intensive purposes he was who I was supposed to talk to that night. I’d actually been invited to that party because of him. Rose had set it up, but he was late and I had waited for 45 fucking minutes before I went out back and bummed a cigarette from some guy… a guy who ended up being Edward fucking Cullen.
“I don’t even know you,” I push away from him, “you freaked me the hell out that night, Cullen.” I pause and take a deep breath. Rose will come looking for me soon if I don’t go back out to the field.
“But that guy—”
“I’m not your girlfriend!” I shout at him.
His eyes darken and his jaw clenches in the same way it had that night when he’d told Mike Newton to get the fuck away from me. I take a step away from him and then another and right when I’m about to turn and jog back out to the field, I’m jerked backwards and slammed up against the concrete wall.
“Do you…” he pauses and buries his face in my hair while his hands squeeze my waist almost painfully. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve-” he exhales a shaky breath and slides one of his hands up my waist and over my breasts to cup my face and tilt my face towards his.
I know he means to kiss me, just like Jasper had when we were at Giovanni’s. And just like at Giovanni’s I know that if I kiss Cullen right now we’ll be together. Because I don’t know who Cullen is, but I know he’s intense and completely possessive and territorial. I’ve watched him over the years, unintentionally picking up on his habits. I remember that night, the same way I remember how his lips felt against mine and how his mouth tasted. What it feels like when he bunches my breasts up in his hands. I suddenly have a hard time breathing.
Oh yeah. Edward’s scary and he has a temper but she just can’t resist him. He’s the boy your mom warned you to stay away from, the gorgeous boy from the wrong side of the tracks who does questionable things, gets in fights and has a hell of a reputation. He’s the guy you know you shouldn’t be with, but you’re drawn to him like a moth to a flame, desiring the burn.
“I have to go,” I mutter truthfully.
He slides his nose down the side of my face and hovers his lips over mine. “No you don’t,” he whispers without kissing me.
“Yes I do. Please let me go,” I beg him with my eyes clenched shut. “I can’t do this right now, okay? I just—oh!” I gasp when he thrusts his hips against me and I feel every inch of him pressed along my body. I open my eyes and whimper every time he rubs against me with his hips, causing enough friction between us to start a fire.
“If I see him touch you like that again?” his eyes stare daggers at my own before he leans down and whispers into my ear, “I will break his throwing arm.”
I freeze in his arms. He pulls back and I see that his face has morphed into something that slaps my mouth shut tight. There is so much raw hate and anger. Possession and jealousy. On what grounds does he even have the right to feel these sorts of emotions? It scares me.
Would he really hurt Jasper? I close my eyes and breathe through my nose. Of course he would. My eyes are still closed when I feel Cullen’s fingers slide around my neck and then up into my hair to cradle the back of my head. I allow my lashes to flutter closed and breathe through my parted lips slowly. I can feel his breath on my face and then his nose at my temple. We exhale together and he moves to press his forehead is against mine. It’s calming and alarming at the same time—intense. I clutch at the front of his shirt and suddenly my bottom lip is between his teeth.
I moan like the little closet whore that I am and let go of my inhibitions, there is no use trying to sprinkle water over a blaze this strong. I crash my mouth against his and suck his tongue into my mouth. My left leg rises up to curl around the back of his thigh to pull him closer to me. He grunts and rubs his jean covered hard on against my lower abdomen which turns me right the fuck on because I want it in my mouth. Either there, or lower down between my legs that currently want to spread like fucking peanut butter.
What the fuck? How does he do that? I’m a virgin, a fucking prude and yet I’m more than ready to fuck Cullen right here in the hall at school. The crowd outside roars and I hear the announcer shout out that someone’s made a touchdown. But all I comprehend is the fact that Cullen now has one of his hands grabbing my ass and the other is still in my hair.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers against my lips. “If we don’t leave now, I’m going to rip your panties off and fuck you right up against this wall,” he’s panting and rubbing and I’m hot and bothered and I want him everywhere. His words make my body shiver because I know he’s not lying to me. His hand leaves my ass and I frown against his lips because I want it back, but then I feel the tips of his fingers teasing me in the hottest and wettest spot between my legs.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out and it echoes in the empty hallway.
My moaning just makes him grind into me harder and now we’re both panting and biting and grabbing and stroking. His fingers go from feather light teases to forceful rubbing and I find that I want to do the same thing to him. So I do, I take one of my hands from his wild hair and slide it down his chest while we’re still going at it crazily like two horny ass teenagers. He groans when my fingers tug at his belt and he pulls back a bit so that I can pull at it and then one of his fingers makes it way past my bloomers and my underwear and OH GOD!
“Edward,” I exhale his name shakily and press my forehead into his shoulder.
That’s all from chapter one, by the way. It burns hot between these two, but they both get in their own way a lot of the time. I’m not going to lie; I have wanted to smack the shit out of each and every character in this story at one time or another with the exception of Emmett. Bella is especially infuriating in the beginning as she fights against what she wants versus what everybody tells her she should want. There is a little non-canon stuff in the first few chapters but if my non-canon hating heart can survive it, so can yours. Like Bella, you’ll burn for Edward even if you know he’s not the wisest choice. The heart wants what it wants. Take a rocky journey with these two and enjoy the heat!
Summary for The Slowest Burn: “360 : He took my underwear, hung them from his back pocket, then said, “These are mine.” – AH, E/B, Lemons.
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 23 – Words: 181,182 – Reviews: 3230 – Updated: 11-20-11 – Published: 6-12-11 – Bella & Edward”
Our second Guest Review/Rec was written by my dear RAoR friend mauigirl60 (a.k.a. Bernadette):
This was the most realistic mobster story I have ever read in FanFiction. The writing is crisp and the action is nonstop. By action, I just don’t mean killings and shootings. These characters leap off the pages to tell you their story. This Edward is tough with a tender core that is only shown to Bella at first. The story takes place in Brooklyn and she writes the dialogue with a Brooklyn accent. You can just hear Rob in your mind doing that accent as Edward.
There are lots of dramatic moments, not too much angst but enough to make the story realistic and the push-pull of the relationship between Bella and Edward is centrifugal to the plot, as is the same type of relationship that Edward has with his mob dealings. Humor is literally sprinkled throughout the whole story, even during bloody scenes. It is very refreshing as the author never takes herself too seriously but manages to authenticate and nail down the pivotal mob scenes.
Let’s peek in and see Bella’s reaction to first meeting Edward:
I heard loud music, and stared as a beautiful black Expedition pulled up to the curb. When it idled, I was able to hear the song and smiled. I loved this song. Mobb Deep’s, Quiet Storm.
I turned back to Rose as I now bopped my head along with the beat.
“Who is that?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I have no idea.” We both became quiet, and I continued to bop to the beat. I also took sporadic pulls from my smoke, while Rose just stood there. It was peaceful to say the least.
“Bells,” Rose whispered and nudged my arm. I looked to her face. She wasn’t looking at me, but behind me.
I turned around and the music stopped.
Then, I had to blink as I swore a choir of angels had started to sing. A man—an actual man—emerged from the Expedition. But, he wasn’t just any man. Oh no. He was a gorgeous man. He wore a shearling leather coat, loose fitting jeans, and a pair of construction boots.
I saved his face for last. It was just too much. He wasn’t alone. Another guy—who was also hot—jumped out of the passenger side. He wore a…who fucking cares? His boy—the first one—was definitely the hotter one. This dude looked boring and had brownish hair.
“Close your mouth,” Rose whispered.
I did as she asked and swallowed, as I watched this creature walk toward us. As he got closer, I saw that he had an odd hair color. It wasn’t quite red or brown. It was maybe a dark bronze? He had high chiseled cheekbones, a pair of what I can only describe as—pussy eating—lips, and green eyes.
He looked to me, and I panicked.
“Fuck…” I hissed and turned away from him.
“Jazz hea?” he asked. He had a deep voice—a sexy voice—a voice the tone of sex, if there ever was such a thing.
I clamped my thighs closed tightly.
“What?” Rose asked.
“Jaspuh…is he in?” he asked her, but kept his eyes on me.
I nodded and pointed to the door.
“Thanks.” He winked.
I nervously turned to Rose, and she widened her eyes at me, as Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips and company entered the house. I waited a minute—until he was possibly away from the door—before I grabbed onto Rose’s arms. I started to rock her back and forth while I had a moment.
“Who—the—Fuck—is—that?” I shook her.
She grimaced and pushed me away from her. “I don’t know.”
I squealed while I jumped up and down. “I would totally fuck him.”
Rose laughed at me. “I bet you would.”
I shook my head no because she obviously didn’t understand. “No…I would totally fuck him. Fuck—Rose—Fuck! Who is he?” I shouted.
“I don’t know. Put out the cigarette and we’ll go—”
“No!” I shrieked. “I can’t go in there. What do I say?” I started to pace. “What if—oh God—he’s—Rose—” I started to pant. “I’ve never seen a man that gorgeous before.” I swallowed.
Rose reached over and grabbed my drink. “I think you’ve had enough.”
I yanked it back from her and spilled some, which was total alcohol abuse. “I need it…” I gulped down the rest of my drink. When it was all gone, I smiled while I licked my lips and tried to catch my breath.
“You good now?”
I nodded and threw the cup over my shoulder. “Almost…” I reached over my coat to cup my breasts and lift them. “How do I look?”
Rose giggled. “Drunk and desperate.”
“But…do I look sexy?” I stood straight, while sticking my ass and chest out.
She groaned. “Yes. You’re wearing my clothes…of course you look sexy.”
It’s true. I was so desperate; I had asked to borrow an outfit from Rose. I looked like a Goddamn stripper tonight. She let me borrow a mini skirt, thigh high boots, and a tight fitting top. I didn’t think I could pull it off, but after a few drags from a joint—that I forgot I had—I felt comfortable and confident.
She turned from me and placed her hand on the doorknob.
I quickly pulled her away from the door. “Wait,” I whispered.
She turned back to me. “What now?”
“I—I think I have to fart…” I took another step away from her.
“Bella!” she shouted.
At 44 chapters, this story is very long, with monster, meaty chapters. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time reading. There is so much going on, it’s hard to put it down. There’s also a sequel, “Weather the Storm” that is updated like clockwork every Wednesday so you don’t need to feel that the story will be abandoned.
Summary for Quiet Storm: “”Two weeks. Two years. Who cares?” A lesson in love, crime, and passion. When two young lovers find themselves in the middle of the storm, can love conquer all? AH. OOC. Mafia fic
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 45 – Words: 628,094 – Reviews: 6144 – Updated: 8-24-11 – Published: 12-21-10 – Bella & Edward – Complete”
Quiet Storm Sequel. Two years have passed since the epilogue; do Bella and Edward still have what it takes to weather the storm? Same issues as before, but now we’ve added a few kids. AH. OOC. Daddyward and Mobward. Working summary
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 23 – Words: 223,522 – Reviews: 4247 – Updated: 11-30-11 – Published: 8-10-11 – Edward & Bella
I plan on checking out SexiLexiCullen’s full portfolio of stories as well. I hope you guys enjoy these stories as much as I did!
DeeDreamer became well-known as the Hoorfessor of Smutology on the Sunday Spotlight on RAoR, but she truly deserves to be as well-known for her wonderful writing. I love this Christmas One Shot, Unexpected.
Hands up from anyone who thinks there is a better way to start the weekend than Friday late-night supermarket shopping. Well think again ladies.
He watched me, like he always did.
His green eyes followed me and although my back was to him I felt the heat of his stare – a white-hot pinpoint on my back. I sensed the laser heat of his gaze trailing lower, along the curve of my spine, and coming to rest on my ass.
I turned and glanced over my shoulder, curiosity once again besting me. He was where he’d been moments before, squatting next to the corner display of Sunny Delite, in the middle of unloading a pallet full of other assorted fruit punches.
Tonight, he didn’t lower his eyes when I caught him staring. He held my gaze for a full three seconds before abruptly lowering his long lashes as he bent his head downward and busied himself with his work.
That was a first………..
………That was the first night I’d dreamt of him.
This is how Bella and Stock Boy continue every Friday night and every night she dreams of him. Does he dream of her?
Each night, I’d lie in bed and try to recall more of my dream. A few more images came to mind, but nothing of substance. By Wednesday, I was shocked when on the cusp of sleep, I heard him speak in my dream. I hadn’t remembered that. And his voice…velvet. Sex. There was no other way to describe it. As I drifted into sleep I wondered if I’d ever hear his voice for real, and if I did, if it could possibly do justice to the one I’d fabricated in my mind.
Once again Bella takes great care in her appearance for her opportunity to be seen by Stock Boy, only to be bitterly disappointed at only catching a quick glimpse of him. However she soon regrets wishing for the chance of interaction with him, when she manages to send a bottle of beer crashing to the ground; who else but Stock Boy arrives to clean it. That was not the kind of interaction she had been dreaming about!
“I’m really very sorry,” I tried again. Still, he didn’t look up from his task.
I turned my body to face him completely and ducked my head to tried to make eye contact with him. Abruptly his eyes darted to mine with a look of surprise. “I said, I’m really-” I shouted over the roar of the sucking monster only to be met mid-sentence by utter silence as he powered off the machine.
Stock Boy’s eyes widened and one corner of his mouth pulled up slightly as if he was fighting a grin. I couldn’t help but notice the green of his eyes matched that of the glass I’d broken. I tucked my bottom lip under my front teeth with more chagrin than I thought humanly possibly.
Ugh, could this possibly get any worse?
“…sorry,” I finished my statement in the now quiet of the store.
Stock Boy allowed himself to smile briefly before lowering his eyes and replying with a hushed “‘s okay.” And then be busied himself with his cleaning once more.
It may have been barely a word spoken, but his voice was exactly as I’d imagined in.
Velvet. Buttery. Sex.
I won’t tell you how it ends, but I will give some advice, it’s a very good idea to park your car beside the cart return in a supermarket car park. You may or may not find a bunch mistletoe hanging from the awning, js.
Summary for Unexpected: “Bella keeps seeing the same shy, bronze-haired Stock Boy during her late-night grocery shopping trips. He watches her intently, and she knows it. One night, Stock Boy’s actions are emboldened when he sees a lone bundle of mistletoe still hanging.
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance – Chapters: 1 – Words: 9,603 – Reviews: 88 – Published: 1-1-10 – Bella & Edward – Complete”
Next week, December 23rd, we will be celebrating the Holidays here on RA’s FanFiction Fridays with an all Christmas Guest Review post prepared solely by our lovely Cared. Hope to see you again next week and please share what’s been owning you in the FanFiciton world this week. xx MC