Baser Urges

After dropping the boys off at the Circus, and making sure Damian knew to go there as well, we were on our way back. Or so I thought when Edward pulled into a hotel parking lot and stopped. I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to let him drive. I should’ve argued but I’m just too tired to argue. Go figure. 

“What are we doing here?”

There. Calm and to the point. Barely.

“Discussing the situation.”

Edward at his best. He gets out of the car and goes into the room two doors down from where he parked. I guess it was up to me to follow him or not. Upon entering the room, Edward closes all of the blinds, locks the door and tells me “Sit down, Anita.”

Looking around the room I see a double bed, a chair, a closet and a little bathroom. Jeez, the bathroom doesn’t even have a tub, just a shower. The boys are ruining me with the big bathtubs. To be perverse, I decide to leave the tiny chair for him and climb onto the bed. Thank God I’m not wearing a skirt, I so do not want to flash Edward of all people.

“So, what’s your plan?”

He gives me a dirty look but calmly walks over to the chair. As he is putting his full weight on the chair, I hear a crack and there’s Edward. In a pile of wood on the floor. I bite my lip to stifle the laughter. Standing, he gives me an even dirtier look. As he watches me laughing his look changes. It’s as if he has realized something. As I’m trying to control my laughter to ask him what he’s thinking, he comes over toward me. I realize that I have not even thought about my gun and that’s not good. But he plops down next to me and I take a deep breath, I just have to relax. I trust Edward.

Mostly.

Besides, if he was going to kill me I’d know about it in advance. I mean, his fantasy is hunting me on equal ground just to see who’s better. OK. Off this creepy subject and onto another one.

“We’re alone. Now stop stalling. What’s your plan?”

“You have to run away with me.”

I look at him like he’s lost his mind. “Excuse me?”

“If Olaf believes that you have run away with me, he will track you without hurting your friends and lovers. If he believes that you care more about them, he will use every effort to get to you through them.”

“How much do you know?”

Edward gives me one of his rare smiles. The real one. The one that worries me most. “I know about fang-face infecting you and what the side effect is. That’s all you need to know.”

“If you know about that, then how do you propose I take care of it if I can’t take anyone with me? Because, as bad as it looks like I’ve fallen, I’m still not into casual sex.”

“How do you usually handle it?”

“Well, if I eat a balanced diet and snack between meals, I can usually feed from a distance. But depending on how long we’re gone, I may still need a true feeding. I need to about once a week.”

“Explain feeding from a distance and a true feeding.”

I blush at the prospect of having to describe such intimate details to Edward. I take a deep breath. All right, here goes.