EdwardsChipper's Rec

Fold Your Wings

by: Jadalulu

(Omfg, that tagline gets me every fucking time.)

Hello again, my fellow lickable lovers of all things dark. I think I’ve found a devilishly divine tale – one that, while only five chapters as of this writing, captured my libido just like a glance at my CardboardWard would do upon reading the very first chapter.

*sighs deeply*

I have to give out some licks and humps to my gal, Tiffnificent, who tweeted this a while back and I happened to catch it because it’s chock full of naughty, not to mention an Edward – or Roughward – who is just downright…nasty. *grins*

Summary: "The liberties he assumes with my body should enrage me, anger me beyond my own sanity. But it's just not that simple." Encounters born of need. Consequences neither saw coming. Guard your hearts. Not the ExB you're used to. AH

Now, Jadalulu writes up front that this is not a BDSM story, and if you’re going into it with a MoTU frame of mind, I’m thinkin’ that’s not a good idea either. See, Bella is a working-to-the-bone, relatively-starving grad student trying to make it on her own away from her pessimistic and downright conservative father (Charlie) and a mother (Renee) who seems to be more inclined with “keeping the peace” (a phrase I detest) than helping her own daughter. Bella works as much as she is physically able to as a maid in a hotel while also waitressing at a bar – all while going to school.

The Prologue begins with a flashback – or a flash-forward, if you will – and it’s not until Chapter 1 that we get an idea of our Bella. I’ll say here that I like this Bella, and it’s not often I do because…well, in some ways, I relate to her struggle. The demands of school, earning money for school, and the conservative father all touched familiar chords with me. Now, the rest of the story… Heh, one can dream!

It’s while at her lowest of lows and most exhausted moments that one Edward Cullen drifts into Bella’s secluded little world:

The Jawline of the Gods clenches and he shoves his hands in his pant pockets. He exhales a long, deep breath from his nose again.

"Your name? It's Isabella, is it not?" He can barely contain his impatience. His words are clipped. Testy, this one. Gorgeous or not, I'm not in the mood. His attitude is beginning to piss me off.

"How do you know my name? And what the hell business of it is yours?" I narrow my eyes and fix him with my own impatient glare.

The eyebrows lift and he raises his hands in a mock surrender. "Down girl. Blame the name tag stuck to your tit. Oh yeah, and those pesky school teachers that taught me how to read. Can't forget them. May I?" He unbuttons his jacket, gestures to the seat beside me, and doesn't wait for my permission as he sits. His movements are lithe. He leans forward on his elbows and folds his hands together on the table top. The confidence with which he moves is obvious in his posture. It screams smooth mother fucker. I'm taken aback by how crude he is. In my booth.

I look down at said name tag and feel dumb for not remembering I had it on. A waitress approaches from behind the bar and he waves her away with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. "Please, make yourself comfortable." I attempt sarcasm, but he doesn't hear me as he begins speaking before I'm finished.

"I have a proposition for you, Isabella." There's something about the way my full name sounds coming from his mouth. He has a devious tone to his voice. I know his type. I may not be a social butterfly, but I'm observant and I've had my fair share of run-ins with men like this. Wealthy, handsome, accustomed to getting the things they want without question. Even still, I'm thrown by the effect he has on me. His intentions are no doubt to intimidate me and I'm beginning to feel angry...because it's working. And I hate it. It's been years since I've felt this. Since the last time I saw the disgusted look Charlie always wore especially for me.

"Um..." I'm cut off.

"Are you capable of more than monosyllabic communication or is this conversation going to take all morning? I have shit to do." His barking takes me by surprise and I speak the first thing I think.

"Look, if my conversation skills aren't to your liking, perhaps you should leave me alone. And as for all the shit you have to do, don't let little old me hold you up. Feel free to fuck off." My pride won't allow me to show it, but inside I'm gaping at myself. I never speak like this. Ever. In my head, sure. And occasionally in banter with Angela. But out loud, to another person? Never. Keeping to yourself limits a lot of confrontation. I'm out of my element. Not even in all my years growing up did I ever even bother to speak out against Charlie. I feel like a fish out of water

His eyes narrow and his facial expression is not that of someone who's just been told where they can go. He almost looks...amused. Almost. His scowl is immovable, but I could've sworn I saw his lip twitch. I'm just about to grab my stuff and go when he speaks up.

"I believe you'd be interested in what I have to say. I'm a business man. And I'd like to make a deal with you, Isabella."

His eyes are different now. Instead of the lighter blue from before, they seem dark, a steel gray. They drop to my lips...

Down...

My chest...

Down...

My legs...

Now, besides the Prologue, this little tête-à-tête between our two main characters just made me want to say…

Yippee Ki-yay, Kinksters!!

We have a snarky Bella and, as Jada calls him, a “smooth mother fucker” *drifts momentarily* Yeah, a FUCKHAWT smooth mother fucker – with a proposition.

Where do I sign…?

The Prologue itself, I think, clues us all in to just how this fic will be, but I’m more than anxious to see where Jadalulu takes us with this, which is why I’m recc’ing it now. I have this tingling in my gut that it’s going to be an awesome ride, pun intended, for all of us who have a…penchant for this type of fic. ;)

Okay, go now – read, catch up with me, and then send me a PM or Tweet or email and let me know what you think. We can tingle and oooh and aaah together. *smirks* And don’t forget to leave Jadalulu some love. I hear she may be handing out ShamWows with this fic. Tee hee!

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…