I found this on my computer. It's just a little something that I had stashed away. Anyway, I don't think I'll add anymore to it because it obviously leads to a lemon I never did. But I still like the way it came out. Don't worry, it's not graphic at all.

The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Enjoy!

Ever since that night, after we had conquered the threat of the Volturi thanks to Alice, I couldn't find a good excuse for Bella to lift the shield from her mind again. The little taste she had given me of her thoughts drove me insane with desire some nights; and hungry with the need to know more during the day.

I knew that she practiced the skill when I was not around. The reason being, as she put it, "I want to be able to manage it well as long as possible even with interruptions."

I could guess what she meant by that but did not dare to imagine what she had in store for me last night. Suspicion grew when she courteously excused herself from going hunting with me one weekend and had gone hunting with Alice instead the day before. I knew better than to try and guess at whatever Alice was helping her with, seeing as how Bella wouldn't let me see into her thoughts.

Regardless of the fact that nearly every twenty-four hours passing would bring me back to a bed, or a soft area with Bella beneath me, I could not get over the fact that it felt intensely pleasurable to me every time. Besides the fact, of course, that Bella was increasingly vocal with Renesmee having gone on vacation with Jacob. I had no doubt that Emmett could hear her clearly from their house, and it made the experience something to brag over silently the next morning considering the fact that the bet Bella had won over one hundred and fifty years ago was still in effect.

I pushed the car to its limit, knowing that if anything failed it would be worth fixing to bring me one step closer to Bella. Our home was now conveniently located just south of Portland, hidden within the dense forests beside the inconspicuous town.

I drove the car into the garage without a second thought and within a second found myself in the living room, listening for any sounds. When I could hear none, I looked down at something white that caught my eye… A feather. There was more to the left of it and found the trail leading to the stairs… where I could guess they ended. I followed them cautiously up the stairs and was led to the bedroom, where I looked up and was shocked momentarily by the sight before me.

Bella had covered the room in a thin layer of feathers and sat motionless in the middle of the bed, staring at me. She was wearing the same black lace, er, nightgown I had torn to shreds in a night of desperation so many years ago. The contrast between that dark piece of fabric and her skin was surreal and stunning; I felt my eyelids widen as I took that in.

She chuckled and got up from the bed at human pace, pirouetting as she came towards me, demonstrating every delicious inch of exposed skin, just like that night. When I failed to respond, she began running her hands over my chest, and it helped lift me out of the shock.

I crashed my lips on hers and whispered in between kisses, "Is this what you've been planning?"

My lips drifted towards her neck and she gasped the response to my question, obviously trying to ignore the electricity I knew she felt in her limbs.

"Maybe. Do you like it?"

"Like is an understatement." I moaned as I lifted my head to take her lips with my own.

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