Late Night Coffee

a/n: this is a short and very soft Dano!riddler x reader one shot written as a result of me falling more in love with paul dano after seeing the batman last week!

warnings: this is an 18+ fic which contains mature content and smut! please do not interact if you are a minor! a full list of tags can be found on my AO3 !

word count: 5.8k

i am by no means an experienced fanfic or smut writer so, apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar issues i haven’t picked up on! this was super fun to write and i hope everyone enjoys! <3 please feel free to leave any feedback <3

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The hands of the clock which hung on the wall of the diner ticked past midnight and you let a long sigh fall from your lips. You had been alone for most of the evening, Stan the chef had left several hours earlier, with no one at all to cook for he had seen no point in sticking around. You could hardly blame him as today had been unusually quiet and the lack of patrons had only made your twelve hour shift feel impossibly slow. After locking up by yourself on numerous occasions, the repetition of turning off the coffee machine, securing the till and pulling the storefront shutter down had now become routine to you, the monotonous nature of your days making you feel like a miniscule, unimportant cog in the great machine that was Gotham City. Whilst you were certainly acclimated to being by yourself, both at work and at home, it was hard not to feel lonely in the large, imminent expanse of the urban metropolis that lay just beyond the diner window.

You glanced at the stool to the left of you a little way down the counter, which tonight had stayed painfully empty. A seat, which when filled, usually brought you a much welcomed comfort during your lonely late night shifts now sat vacant. No notebook full of illegible scrawlings on the counter, no half drunken coffee cup waiting to be refilled. No green eyes looking longingly at you behind steamed up lenses. Just empty.

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You had met Edward just over six months ago, when the leaves on the few trees that lined the streets of Gotham were finally turning green – a sight which looked so out of place in the grey, maze like expanse of the city. Much like the greenery of spring, Edward had also looked out of place when he had first shuffled into the diner and taken his now regular spot towards the end of the counter.  He was like a breath of fresh air. Quiet and polite, so unlike your regular patrons, all of whom you were certain belonged to one of the many perilous gangs in the area, and often left you with an unsavoury feeling in your stomach.

In the first initial month of Edward visiting the diner you barely exchanged a word. Polite nods towards empty cups of coffee and the occasional quiet thankyou were the only contact he had made with you as he sat for hours on end writing in a small leather notebook. He rarely made eye contact and barely acknowledged your presence, his sole focus being the many pages of writing in front of him and his constant cups of coffee. Occasionally watching him as he wrote, the sight of his soft brown hair, defined nose and doe-y green eyes became a welcome sight on your lonesome nights shifts. You caught yourself staring on several different evenings at the way he would place the end of his pen beneath his lips when he was stuck on what to write next, running his tongue across his bottom lip. He had a habit of running his hands through his tousled hair as he pondered over his endless pages of notes, always leaning back on his stool and exposing the toned yet soft skin of his torso, a movement that was so simple yet so inexplicably alluring. He was curiously interesting. Maybe it was because he was so unlike your other patrons, or maybe it was just him.

Gradually he seemed to come out of his shell, what had begun with little to no communication evolved slowly into regular smiles and nods whenever he entered the establishment. You thought at first it may have just been him getting more comfortable sitting in the diner, new places were daunting you knew that all too well, but Edwards smiles were only ever directed towards you, never the other waitresses on shift. Whilst his actions were small you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were his favourite.

He broke your unspoken rule of silence two months or so into his visits. You two had been the only people in the diner for several hours, sitting in comfortable silence until Edward finally spoke up.

“I- I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a pen you wouldn’t mind me borrowing?” he had asked softly, pushing his messy hair out of his face as he leant forwards onto the counter. His voice was gentle, with a sultry deepness to its tone.

You were surprised he had even spoken to you; you almost had convinced yourself that you would retain the same waitress-customer relationship for the entirety of his visits. Smiling, you didn’t let your surprise show, yet it felt like a welcomed relief to finally, fully hear his voice.

“Of course.” You had replied with a soft smile, quickly picking out the pen that was holding your bun of hair in place on the back of your head, letting it fall naturally to your shoulders.

His eyes had lingered on yours as you did so before they began travelling slowly down to the nape of your neck and subsequently swiftly back up to meet your eyeline once more, resting there as you passed him the pen across the counter. Your hands brushed, albeit briefly, but the feeling sent a wave of welcomed tension, almost electric in feeling, up your arm and throughout the rest of your body.

Since then, the length of your conversations, and the frequency of Edwards visits had grown and grown. Your discussions at first, were centred around regular topics such as the weather or the horrendous traffic that often blocked up Gotham’s busy roads, but gradually you grew to discuss more personal things. Where you both grew up, your time at school, bad prom dates, a range of anecdotal stories were shared over many cups of coffee and the red diner counter the two of you were so familiar with. You were certainly the more forthcoming person in each conversation, you sensed a nervousness to him that you felt best not to push him for stories of his own life when he seemed perfectly happy to sit, smiling softly, as he listened to you talk. He never judged, never laughed at small insecurities of yours, he just listened and offered comfort where he could. He eventually shared more as your late nights together went on, telling you about his childhood spent in the old Wayne orphanage on the outskirts of town. His eyes fell sad, and heavy when on rare occasions he did reveal aspects of his past, and every now and then when the two of you sat beside each other at the counter he would let his hand gently brush yours, as though your touch was a needed comfort when he revisited his childhood memories.

There were many nights you caught him lost in thought, daydreaming across the counter with his eyes lingering gently on you. His soft, green irises were like melted pools of honey in the dim light of the diner, and you often found yourself focusing on his elegant, taught jawline as he wrote page after page of illegible text in his book, daydreaming just as he did some nights. He would, of course, immediately return to his scrawling after meeting your eyeline, though both of you would have a subtle smile on your lips after catching each other’s glances.

One night in late June, you two had been the only individuals in the diner, a common occurrence especially on weekend nights, when Edward had done something entirely new. You had begun to put away the clean cups and plates into their rightful places ready for the next day of work, when he had gotten up and walked behind the counter and all of a sudden began to help you.

“You don’t have to do that!” You had assured him, immediately taking the cup that was in his hand and placing it in the sink behind the counter.

“I insist.” He chuckled, turning to lean over the counter and retrieve another stray plate which had been abandoned there earlier by another customer. You tilted your head at him in curiosity.

“It’s the least I can do to repay you for all these late nights you stay and keep me company. I’m sure you have better places to be than here.”

You shook your head in response.

“You say that as if I’m not paid to be here Edward.” You laughed, allowing him to pass you the plate so that you could add it to the pile of mounting dishes in the sink.

“Well yes” he smiled coyly “but you were meant to close at 11.30 tonight, yet here we are again at 2am after you’ve listened to one of my many ramblings.”

“I enjoy talking with you, it’s the only thing that stops me..” you paused in embarrassment, looking down at your shoes as you felt hot wave flush your cheeks.

Edward’s hand reached across the counter, his thumb making soft contact with your chin before his fingers caressed your cheek, eventually coming to rest and cupping the side of your face gently. His touch felt like an incredible relief, long anticipated, and you leaned into his hand slightly in response.

“It’s the only thing that stops me feeling alone in this city.”

Edward smiled in reply, his eyes were gentle and reassuring. “I understand, if it weren’t for my time with you, I fear I would be the loneliest person in Gotham.” A soft chuckle escaped his mouth as he laughed at his own words, you knew he thought they were silly or embarrassing, but they meant the world to you.

You both smiled honestly at each other, holding eye contact for longer than ever, before his hand fell from your cheek and he began to collect the crockery that was scattered around the diner. Your face felt empty at the loss of his touch, internally pining for more of his contact, but you resumed your behind the counter cleaning as the comfortable silence returned once more.

This routine continued, and one evening after you had explained to Edward how you thought someone had followed you to your car the previous night, he insisted on walking you to wherever it was parked. It was, in his own words, something he would do for anybody, but his actions only ramped up the sense of security you felt every time he was nearby. It was a genuine feeling of safety and trust, and he was the only person in the world with whom you even remotely identified or enjoyed spending your time with. When he spoke to you there was an earnest respect in his voice, you didn’t have to force yourself to believe that he cared for you when it was so evident in his words and actions. In the large, daunting and dismal expanse of Gotham City, full of far more important and interesting characters, Edward Nashton made you feel seen.

Neither of you ever discussed your feelings for each other. Or rather, you never revealed yours on the embarrassing off chance that he genuinely only saw you as a friend- which of course you would have respected but certainly winced at the thought of. You weren’t sure if you were reading into the small signals he gave you, his light touches in passing and subtle lingering glances at your chest, your hands, just at you in general all suggested he felt the same as you. Though you didn’t dare to assume.

It was the past Monday when you had last seen Edward, five long evenings ago. He had walked you to your car like always, holding his umbrella above you both as you stood saying your goodbyes on the side of the pavement.

“I won’t be here again until next Friday.” He had confessed, a slight guilt in his eye as he spoke to you. Your heart sank in your chest, it was rare that he missed more than two nights at the diner, let alone over a week, and you dreaded to think how lonely you would be without him there as you worked.

“How come?” you sighed, looking up at him, your chest almost pressed to his as you huddled to stay out of the rain.

“Well, I’m thinking of getting out of town, moving on, Gotham’s lost its touch.” He smiled faintly in an attempt to reassure you, though you weren’t sure how believable his story was. Not that he owed you the truth about his private goings on.

“Oh” you sighed in disappointment, though you didn’t want to let him know you might miss him, nor that you wished you could go with him and escape this terribly city.

“Well so long as you don’t find a diner you enjoy sitting and writing in more than this one” you joked as you bit back the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“The diner isn’t what I enjoy, you know that love.” Your cheeks flushed red at the affection he had just shown you; it was unlike Edward to be forward whatsoever so this sudden show of fondness from him caught you off guard. His eyes looked longingly into yours, like he wanted you to beg him to stay, to never leave you alone in this city again. Or beg him to take you with him. The anticipation lingered, the two of you looking into each other’s eyes under his umbrella, the rain pouring down around you, as though the rest of Gotham ceased to exist. You didn’t need it to. You only needed him.

“Next Friday. 11pm sharp. I can’t be there earlier, but I’ll walk you to your car once your shifts up, I’ve got some loose ends to tie up before I move. I’ll make sure you’re safe a-and I want to say goodbye properly.”

His hand that was free from holding his umbrella was now resting on yours, another surprising show of affection that you supposed was his silent way of telling you he’d miss you too.

“11pm next Friday.” You nodded in acknowledgement whilst holding your gaze, it hurt to think that this might be one of the last times you saw him. You took it all in, his sculpted cheekbones, his soft nose and his alluring, doe green eyes, scoring the image of him into your brain so that you might not ever forget it. You never wanted to forget it.

“I’ll be there. I promise.” The air hung thick with tension around you both as you huddled closer to him, your bodies pressed together underneath his umbrella. Edward looked at you with a desperate yearning in his eyes, his gaze flittering between your eyes and your lips, it felt like the city fell silent around you. His beauty unsteadied you, the faint light of a nearby streetlamp illuminating his strong features in the darkness of the night, his lips plush and inviting. It was strange to be so close to him after rarely touching at all over the past six months and it was a miracle your legs didn’t buckle beneath you.

You broke the contact moments later, turning to unlock the door of your car before smiling up at him.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Edward”

He pushed the door of your car shut gently, stepping further onto the pavement as you started the engine and waved at him through the window. Pulling off, you looked into your rear-view mirror, Edwards silhouette lit up by the street lamp on the corner of the road, waving you off into the night.

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It was just gone 11pm on a dingy Friday night in the diner, the lights outside buzzed drearily in the rain and you wandered over to the windows to pull the blinds down, shielding your view of the dull City streets. Your last customer had left about an hour ago and you were more than ready to head home for the night, the majority of your cleaning and preparation for the next day already attended to. You glanced at the stool to your left, his spot, and quickly turned your head away, a wave of disappointment biting at you. It had been four weeks to the day since Edward had told you he would come back to say goodbye. Every night since then you had waited and waited, always holding on a little farther past closing time with the hope might show up; and always feeling more and more embarrassed when he didn’t.

Picking up a cloth from the counter to polish the tables with, you began to drift off into a daydream, your mind hazy and tired after a long days work, when you were pulled abruptly back to reality by a faint tapping noise on the glass of the diner door.

“I’m so sorry we’re just about to clos-“ you were cut short when you looked outside through the glass off the diner door. Edward was stood outside, his clothes drenched from the heavy rain that was falling over the city with no coat nor umbrella to shield him from it. His doe eyes looked back at you through the window with a look of desperation written across his face and he raised his hand slightly, giving you a small wave. He was dressed unusually, in a white shirt and long black tie, both of which were soaked through, exposing his soft, pale skin beneath the formal shirt. The rain had drenched him completely and his soft brown hair was now messily pushed back out of his face, the cold of the outside had flushed his cheeks and his nose and as he stood looking inwards at you, the rain continued to pour and pour outside. You stared at him for a moment, a mixture of stunned relief and anger bubbling inside you – yes, he had finally come back, and for that you were immensely thankful because you had spent every day since his leaving missing him more and more. Worrying about him, every waking moment of your past days had been consumed thinking about where he was, who he was with, if he was safe? If he was coming back? But it was too little too late. You were foolish to have trusted him, to have trusted anyone in Gotham City.

You walked slowly towards the door and as you did a small smile of relief formed on Edwards lips, a genuine sorrowful look engrained in his eyes. Unlocking the latch on the door, you swung it open, though you didn’t step backwards to let him in, remaining in the doorway.

“I’m just about to close, you’ll have to go get coffee elsewhere.” You said bluntly, keeping your eyes fixed sternly on his as you spoke.

“I’m not here for coffee.” He replied solemnly as he nervously ran his hand through his hair- his fingers shaking a little from the cold bite of the rain. What the fuck was this guy after?

“Then why are you are here Edward?” Your hurt was obvious in your voice, whilst you had aimed to act nonchalant about his sudden return the emotions that were clouding your mind prevented you from hiding your true feelings from him.

“I- I came to apologise. I know I’m late. Very late. But I had to see you. I’m so sorry, my work project ran over a couple of days.” There was a pining in his voice that made your heart twinge.

“Weeks.” You retorted.

“I am deeply, deeply sorry. I never intended to-“

“Never intended to what, Edward?” you snapped back at him, though the anger in our voice was slowly being overtaken. “Never intended to lie to me. To leave me here. To let me worry and miss you for weeks and weeks on end, feeling like the stupidest person in all of Gotham for letting you lead me on to believe that you actually liked me?” Tears had begun to sting your eyes, welling up past the point of control, now spilling down your cheeks as you looked into his sad eyes through the doorway.

“You promised” you cried, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt as you began to turn away, intending to slam the door in his face. It was what he deserved.

“I came back for you.” His words echoed around your head as you struggled to grasp the true meaning behind them.

“I’m not naïve Edward! You came back here to cover your ass before leaving again. God, I’m so stupid for ever believing that you cared-“

“I came back to ask you to come away with me! I- I need you to be there with me.” His voice was raised slightly now, and the sincerity in his tone was astounding. You didn’t trust it though why had he taken off so suddenly and left you with no notice of his return? Why did he let you believe he had abandon you, with no intention of even saying goodbye.

“I- Edward I don’t know, how can I trust-“

Edward cut you off, stepping through the doorway towards you and smothering your mouth with his own as his large hands moved upwards to gently cup the sides of your face. You froze momentarily, your body stiff as a board. And then.. it was as though your anger melted away at his long-awaited touch, your body liquifying against him as you kissed him back, his lips so soft and mellow against your own. He released you momentarily and looked deep into your eyes and it was as though he was asking trying to gage if you wanted to ask him to leave or to kiss you again.

I came back for you.

You smiled and reached your hands forward to snag the collar of his drenched shirt, pulling him into you once more. He smiled into the kiss this time, his lips moving ardently against your own as you slowly moved your hands from his collar, lacing your fingers in his wet length of hair. His hands moved with yours, one of them trailing its way down from its resting place on your cheek to the small of your waist where his thumb began to rub gentle circles over the fabric of your uniform. He was tender, your frame delicate in his hands. You moved backwards in unison, one of Edwards’s hands reaching instinctively behind him to swiftly shut the door, flip the latch and pull the blind down to match the rest of the shaded windows of the diner. The whole time he moved his lips stayed on yours, his kisses urgent and eager as though he couldn’t get enough of how it felt to finally be able to touch you, to hold you like he had always dreamt of.

You leant into Edward more, deepening your kiss, your lips parting in invitation. He took the calling lustfully, tilting your head gently to one side for better access as his tongue ran along your bottom lip teasingly before delving into your mouth, a muffled groan escaping his mouth as he tasted you. Moaning against his lips you pressed your body closer to his, not caring about the rainwater from his clothes that was now soaking you too. You wanted, no, needed to be as close to him as possible.

Edward pulled away briefly and looked yearningly into your eyes, his desire for you obvious now as he dragged his thumb slowly across your bottom lip; his gaze trailing slowly down from your eyes to your lips to your chest where it hovered for a lustful moment before returning to look directly at you. He leaned in closer, his lips were now less than an inch away from yours and the hand that was previously resting on your waist had trailed upwards to your neck and his thumb had begun to rub soft lines across your collar bone.

“You are so, unfathomably beautiful.” He spoke quietly but with an earnestness that made your heart ache. A small tear escaped your eye, waves of relief and long-awaited anticipation crashed into you as he whispered the sweet words to you. Edward kissed the spot on your cheek where the tear fell before moving to kiss your other cheek, his lips cold but plush against your warm skin. He looked into your eyes once more and pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed against his, one of your legs falling between his. He lingered momentarily whilst looking at you, taking your beauty in completely before his lips crashed into yours once more. This kiss was different, it was driven by lust and his mouth moved passionately over yours as his hands explored the curves of your body.

He manoeuvred the two of you gently backwards, pushing your body up against the counter which sat at roughly just over waist height on you. Not asking for permission this time, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, the friction between your two bodies pulling a soft moan from your lips. Your hands wandered down from Edwards’s hair, one lingered on the back of his neck whilst you planted the other firmly on his chest tracing teasing circles across his skin with your index finger. His hands moved too, tracing a sultry line down from your face to your white button up shirt which by now was soaked through on one side from your close contact with him. His fingers worked quickly but tenderly to undo each button of your top before it was completely open, exposing your breasts to him. He sucked in a breath as he pulled away for a moment, his eyes raking lazily over your body causing a warmth to flush deep inside of you. Tilting your head to one side with his hand, Edwards began to kiss a soft line across your jaw, his lips dragging wantonly across your skin and earning more delicate moans from you as he went.

He continued his path downwards, working his lips across your neck, initially only kissing you before he reached the nape of your neck where he nipped your skin with his teeth, pulling on it gently and groaning as he did. Eventually he reached your chest, placing kisses on each of your collarbones before bending slowly down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his hand palmed the other. He bit down gently onto the soft flesh, pulling a breathy moan from you as his lips worked fervently over your sensitive bud. He placed a kiss on your sternum before taking your other breast in his mouth, biting and sucking it softly as his fingers kneaded the other, tracing a circle around your nipple before pinching it with a little pressure between his thumb and forefinger. His actions caused a fire to burn within you, fuelled by your longing for him.

Edward continued downwards, tracing a slick line down your stomach with his tongue as he moved to position himself on his knees in front of you. With a suave movement, his hands ran up the outside of your thighs and up under your skirt. You responded, pulling the loose fabric upwards, exposing your bare legs and the dark, cotton underwear that you had thrown on this morning. He leant forwards, his mouth hovering over your cunt before placing a teasing kiss on the fabric of your underwear causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The warmth in your stomach grew more intense with his every move and your whole body flushed with an untamed yearning for him. Edward pulled your underwear down agonisingly slowly, allowing his fingers to graze the skin of your thighs as he moved, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. Using his left hand to steady himself, he swiftly lifted one of your legs, pulling it upwards to rest on his shoulder and exposing your already soaking cunt to him.

He trailed quick kisses and bites up the inside flesh of your thigh before dragging his tongue across your mound, tasting you.

“So, so sweet,” he groaned before he repeated the action, lazily swiping his tongue up your slit before pausing briefly when he reached your clit. He licked it once mockingly before sucking it between his teeth, forcing a loud moan to escape your throat, your mouth falling agape in pleasure. His mouth remained on you for several minutes, sucking and licking at your clit more fervently with every moan he drew from your mouth, his movements driven by your pleasure. Edwards’s mouth withdrew form you momentarily but before you had time to protest, his free hand was on you, the rough pad of his thumb lazily circling your clit. A pressure was beginning to build within you has he stroked your sensitive bundle of nerves. Dipping down slightly whilst securing your leg on his shoulder, he teased your entrance with his middle finger, dragging it up through your wetness.

“Mmph, please,” you begged, your hands laced in his hair once more, gripping tighter as frustration built up within you. Edward smirked, looking up at you with adoration before plunging his finger into you, your walls clamping down around him as he moved slowly inside of you. Gasps of pleasure left your mouth as he continued to stroke in and out of you, pausing only briefly to add his ring finger to your cunt, forcing the pressure in your stomach to build even more. You rocked your hips forwards, pleading for more, and he answered, his mouth making contact with your clit again. He sucked and teased it with his tongue, his digits pumping faster and faster inside of you causing your pleasure to skyrocket even further. Your grip on his hair tightened as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth working ardently over your sensitive clit and each time he groaned the hum of his voice against your cunt drove you wild. The pressure that had been building inside of you began to peak as Edward’s soft lips and fingers worked perfectly in unison to draw your orgasm from you.

“God yes!” you pleaded.

A wave of pleasure slammed into you as you met your climax and Edwards eyes were trained on your face as you came on his fingers, watching your relish in the bliss you were feeling.

Gently removing your now shaking leg from his shoulder, he stood up to face you once more and pulled you into a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt as he kissed you, pushing the wet fabric over his shoulders, your fingers finally making contact with the supple skin of his torso. Pulling you closer, Edward slid his hands down your waist, gripping your ass tightly and grinding your bodies together, his already hard length pressing against your core. You palmed him through the fabric of his trousers, the contact earning several heated groans from him as his mouth moved against yours. Moving your fingers from where they rested on his chest you worked at unbuckling his belt, undoing the button and zip of his trousers before shoving both those and his underwear to the floor. Edward kicked his bottoms off hastily, along with his shoes, and after removing his clothing he gripped your ass tightly and pulled you up off of the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Hands wrapped firmly around his neck, you held onto him as he spun the two of you around towards one of the diner tables, the head of his cock pushing gently at your slick entrance. He lowered you down onto his length agonisingly slowly, burying himself completely in you and letting your walls stretch to accommodate his size as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He remained there for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as he let several gasping breaths escape his mouth before he began lifting you up and sliding you back down onto his cock. He began to move more fervently inside of you and your hands moved from his neck to cup the sides of his face, pressing messy kisses onto his mouth in-between breaths. Edward lifted you hastily off of himself, wasting no time to lay you onto the diner table located behind the two of you before wrapping your legs back around his waist. He leaned down, kissing you with an ardent force, his hands running down the curves of your body, eventually settling either side of your head on the table, before plunging his cock back into you; filling you completely.

His pace quickened as he slammed his hips into yours and the walls of your cunt gripped him in response. Your fingers wandered to his chest, dragging your nails downwards across his soft flesh as the ecstasy built within you, the power of his thrusts climbing as though he could sense your pleasure mounting. Removing his weight from his hands he stood up taller, pulling your legs so that your feet rested on his shoulders, his now free fingers palming and roughly pinching at your breasts. He let one of his hands wander, positioning it over your core as he teasingly swiped the pad of his thumb over your clit, dragging it in circles, his eyes poised on you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Edward’s head fell back in bliss as he increased both the speed with which he moved his thumb over your clit and the rhythmic thrusts of his hips into you, your body becoming sweat incarnate as he pushed you closer to your climax. You clasped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans, curving your body on the table to allow him deeper within you, his cock now hitting your sweet spot with more intensity than you thought possible.

“No no” he protested between groans “let me hear you my love” and you obliged, letting your hand return to his chest as you mewled in response. The tingling in your core grew with every movement of his hips and your nails dug deeper into the skin of his chest as he drew you to the peak of pleasure, thrusting deliciously into you as your walls slammed down onto his cock. A wave of luscious pleasure racked your body as you rode out your orgasm and Edward slammed into you a final time, filling you completely. He leant down to your level, remaining inside if you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you longingly.

“I need you with me, always” he whispered, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his fingers.

“Always” you replied, pulling him into another deep kiss, the rest of the world disappearing around you both once more.

“Now how about that cup of coffee?”