Requested by SpencersLilPsycho

     Edward playfully swung his arm back and forth between him and you. He was so happy he could hold your hand, even if it was just the left.

    You two were walking down the sidewalk back to your house, and had just attended a barbeque about an hour before.

      When you were a child, you had an arm infection from a cut that was caused from running through the patch of woods behind your house. You were chasing your brother in a game of tag, and you'd fallen and scraped your arm.

        By the time you'd washed it, the dirt and whatever else had been on it had settled in, and there were red veins crawling up your arm.

        Long story short, your parents and you made the decision to have your arm amputated to save you. The infection was just too strong.

        Thankfully, the metal arm the doctors gave you was mobile, and you could pick things up, write, and drive.

         And best of all, you could hold Edward's hand.

         Your parents were wary of Edward's hands at first, because you only had one arm and hand with flesh- what if he accidentally cut you?

         But after a few talks with them, they eventually came around. You had a metal body part like Edward too.

          He lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the metal. You didn't have any feeling in that hand, but you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

          "Edward.."

          "I like kissing your  hands, Y/N. And I love holding this one too." He mused, carefully circling his arm around you, bringing you close.

           You reached up and touched his cheek with your right hand, feeling his soft skin and scars under your fingers. He leaned his face into your palm, his eyes on yours.

           They were so soft, as if you hung the stars in the sky.

           "I love you." You smiled. "I love you too, Y/N." He whispered.

           He ducked his head when you kissed him, running your fingers through his hair.

           The hums that left his lips vibrated through your skin when you lightly massaged his scalp, feeling his soft hair through your fingers.

          You were so glad that he could at least touch you and hold your hand, something he'd most likely never had the opportunity to do before he met you. It made you feel closer to him, in a way.

          He'd been so terrified to hold your hand at first, but it took a few tries, mostly on your part, gently coaxing him. When Edward managed to, he nearly cried with happiness.

          Your relationship had went slow, being that he was obviously inexperienced with the entire thing, but you were patient with him. His first time with you was sweet and gentle, a little bit awkward, but it was very sweet.

          As long as both of you were comfortable then that's what mattered.

          A stray wetness rushed down your face, and you pulled away, seeing how the clouds went gray.

         "Uh oh," you started, "We should get inside."

          Edward glanced up, blinking as a raindrop fell near his eyes. "Ooh, good idea. Let's go, Y/N."

          Grabbing his hand, you both raced towards your house, which sat at the middle of a cul-de-sac. It was white and blue, with a wraparound porch, and your house number above the garage door.

           The other neighbors were racing to their homes too, holding their bags or books over their heads to avoid the rain.

           "Get home safe, Edward! You too Y/N!" One of them called, and you smiled. "Thank you! You too!"

           It's stainless steel, so it can't rust, but I don't know about Edward's scissorhands.

          Bounding up the driveway, you let go of him to race to the door and open it.

          He raced in first, before you shut the door, wiping your face.

          "You okay, Edward?"

          "I'm okay, what about you? It was raining pretty hard out there." He mused, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

            "I'm good." You sucked in a breath at how his shirt clung to his body, showing the lines of him underneath. "I just didn't want either of us to rust out there."

          He wasn't super muscular, but his body was still lightly toned.

         "These are stainless steel; that's why they don't rust." Edward explained, and you mentally rolled your eyes.

         Of course. I should've known. He would've been dead a long time ago if they were to rust on him.

         You laughed, walking towards him, pulling him close. "Right, sorry, I didn't know. Mine are stainless steel, so-anyways- come here-"

         He let you kiss him, circling his arms around you carefully.

          The kiss was slow and heated, his lips soft and warm on yours despite having been out in the rain.
         
          Your fingers traced the line of his collarbones, his chest, and his back. He felt so firm and steady, like a tree.

         Edward moaned softly into your mouth as you guided him to your room, gently stripping off his shirt, and then your own.

        Your chests pressing back against each other, skin to skin.

        He couldn't touch you, would never be able to touch all of you, but you could at least touch him.

        So you did.

        Memorizing how smooth his skin was where it wasn't scarred. How his breath hitched when you kissed his chest, neck, and stomach heatedly, never being more than three inches away from him at a time. How his hair, wet from the rain, curled lightly around your fingers when you tugged at it.

         The flutter of his eyelashes when he shut his eyes as he kissed you, how his face still went red as you stripped your pants off and his, before straddling him.

         Your moans and gasps mingled together as you made out, the only sounds to be heard in the tranquil room.

          How the water on his body made it shine as you carefully prepped yourself, before sinking down on him. His face buried in your chest to muffle his groans and gasps, while you began a pace.

           He eventually lay on his back, seeing you in all your glory as you worked him. His eyes were lidded with bliss, his wet hair splayed across the pillows.

          Edward planted his feet firmly, thrusting up into you as you rode him. "I love you, Y/N." He whimpered, flushing as you eyed him. "I love you so much."

          You leaned forward, grasping his right hand with your left one, kissing him deeply. "I love you too, Edward. I always have."

          He carefully circled an arm around you, bringing you flush to his chest. His hips bucked against yours, once, twice, three times, and then relentlessly, until you held him close as he took over, thrusting into you as you made out.

          Between his sensual kissing, his groans, his thrusts hitting a spot that made you whimper and grip him tightly, it was soon becoming too much.

           You broke away, burying your face into his shoulder, feeling your climax coming up any minute now. "Edward- please-" you begged, not knowing if you wanted him to keep going or if you didn't want to finish just yet.

          It simply felt too good.

          "What is it, Y/N?" He whispered, "Do you want it like this?"

           He managed to move your body against his, grinding you down against his pelvis, using his arms as you worked your hips better.

            "Just like that, yeah." You panted, digging your fingers into his skin. Tasting the salt of his sweat as you whimpered into his skin, "Thank you."

             With the added stimulation, the sound of his needy gasps and moans, you let go, him following suit a few moments later.

            You simply collapsed onto him, basking in the scent of rain and sweat and something that was Edward.

             You reached up, planting a kiss onto his chin before putting your cheek to his chest, hearing how his heartbeat gradually began to slow, even though it was pounding.

              "That was...wow." Edward chuckled. "What, more intense than usual?" You laughed.

               "I'm not complaining." He giggled, kissing your head gently. "I liked it. Are you okay? I went a little bit overboard at the end, didn't I."

            He is too pure.

               "You're too sweet, but no, Edward. You didn't, I'm okay, I swear. Just give me a sec." You promised, smiling into his chest as the moment dragged on.