Hello

Everyone always imagines the man being the hero; the one who can kick any bad guy's ass and save the day. But what if the hero is a woman?

This story is one that was drifting through my mind and it probably is all codswallop, but please give me a chance to prove it.
SM owns the characters, but the whacky plot is mine.
Be prepared for some foul language, lemons and action.

Enjoy!

Pulling up to the drive, I put my restored Chevy truck in park and took off my seatbelt with a heavy sigh.

I looked at the reflection staring back at me in the rear-view mirror and hated what I saw. The woman who stared back at me had dull brown eyes that looked too tired to be open. Her brown hair lay limp and slightly greasy against her narrow face that was too pale and looked slightly gaunt. She was a stranger to me.

Millions of thoughts ran through my head as I turned to look at the house in front of me. It was a house that should have been ideal to raise a family in, set back from the city of Chicago. The front of the house was white, but the back was clear glass that overlooked the acres of land and a winding stream that ran through the garden.

This house was also full of secrets; secrets that could tear apart the family that threatened to blossom and thrive in happiness.

I sighed again, and reached for my purse in the passenger seat pulling out my wedding ring and slipping it on my finger.

"Hi Honey!" I shouted as I entered our home. I put my bag by the door, and toed off my heels and walked through to the kitchen where I knew my husband would be.

"Love," he breathed when he saw me. He had his thick rimmed glasses on, and his bronze hair was in disarray. He was the definition of perfection, with his straight nose, high cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. His perfect lips were pouted when he turned around and he had a towel tossed over his shoulder that he placed back on the counter.

"How was the trip?" He kissed me softly, before deepening the kiss and sucking my lip into his mouth. "I missed you." He sighed, releasing me and turning back to the stove as he stirred the pasta that was cooking.

"Me too, handsome." I put my arms around his waist and breathed in the smell that could only be defined as Edward. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. "It was okay; we closed the deal. But I wish it didn't have to be for three days."

"They're always so long." He pouted, turning off the gas and moving the pot to a back burner. He spun around in my arms and held my face in his hands as he kissed me again. He elected a whorish moan from me, as he picked me up and placed me on the kitchen island behind me. "Bella." He moaned into my mouth, as I pulled at his already wild hair making him growl.

He ripped my red blouse from my body and undid my bra, beginning his slow and torturous assault on my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth and sucking, while his hand played with my other breast.

"Edward!" I cried, pushing my chest towards his lips in a wanton way. "I need you. Now." I growled, pushing myself up and grabbing his belt. I undid his trouser button and pulled them down with his boxers, allowing his girth to spring up from its hiding place.

"Mmm, baby." He groaned when I started pumping. He grabbed my ass up from the island, and pulled my skirt up, tearing my favourite panties.

"Edward!" I screamed when he sheathed himself in me, falling back onto the island. He kept pumping in and out of me, making me moan and purr like a cat in heat.

"Play with yourself baby. You know I like that." He panted, grabbing my ankle and placing it over his shoulder, hitting a deeper part of me. I opened my eyes and stared him in the eye as I placed my finger in my mouth, sucking deeply and moaning then trailing it down my stomach to the little bundle of nerves between my legs and rubbing circles. His eyes popped wide and got darker, if that was possible.

"You like that, baby?" I asked, moaning unabashedly. He just continued to growl and slammed umpossibly harder into me, hitting my spot. I came apart with a guttural cry, withering around on the island as he pumped into me, releasing his seed.

"Wow." I said dumbly when he collapsed over me, breathing deeply.

"Uh huh." He smiled at me, reaching down for a kiss. "Is it wrong that I like it when you go away?" I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering where he was going with this. "I just mean we have great sex when you return, love." He laughed as he gave me an eskimo kiss, and I smiled.

"I know what you mean, lover boy." I winked at him and made to get up. "But I am pissed; those were my favourite panties. And now they are just shredded material." I pouted at him, holding up the leg they still hung off, making him hard again as he stared at me.

"I need a shower before dinner now." I said, hopping off the island and backing away from him. "Race you!" I shrieked, running up the stairs to our en-suite bathroom. He grabbed me half way up the stairs and swung me around while I screamed, happy that we had no neighbours.

Half an hour later we sat on the kitchen floor, eating mushroom ravioli that Edward had made earlier.

"Thank you, baby." I said, curled into his side as we ate greedily from our bowls. "How was your day?" I had talked to him while I was away, apart from today as I had been travelling all day.

"Not bad, I was able to correct my findings. We might be onto something, love." Edward was a computer engineer, and was currently building a new type of computer that could be beneficial to many people. He was having trouble with the design and technicalities, but appeared to be on the right track.

"That's great, honey! I told you it would work out." He had been trying to get his project working for the past year, and I hoped he would be able to get it where he wanted soon. He had been very secretive about the mechanics, but I knew he couldn't wait to show me what he had created.

"Let's head up to bed." I pulled Edward up with my spare hand, and put our dirty dishes into the sink.

We fell into bed not ten minutes later, after brushing our teeth side by side at the his and hers sinks, and I cuddled up the Edward.

"Goodnight, my love." He kissed me, and five minutes later I heard his breathing slow down as he fell into a slumber.

I couldn't sleep.

I never could when I returned from a business trip. I stared at my husband and thought back to the first time I met him. We were both twenty-one years old, and were at a mutual friend's birthday.

3 years ago

"Can I get one of those please?"

I looked up from pouring myself a stiff vodka and coke, and was met by piercing green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. Someone whacked into me from behind, and I was propelled forward, spilling the content of the cup all over me.

"Ugh!" I cried in disgust, blushing as I met the angel's face again. "Sorry, I'm such a klutz."

"No you're not. That asshole is though." He nodded his head behind me at the asshole who whacked into me and I chuckled.

"Yeah, you got that right. I'm Bella, by the way." I gave my hand to the stranger, who looked at it unexpectedly, before grasping it between his warm one. I jumped at the shock of our touch, and he chuckled, shaking my hand.

"Lovely to meet you, Bella. I'm Edward."

I awoke the next morning, stiff from the lack of sleep, and feeling my bones protest as I got out of bed to take a shower.

I dressed in the walkthrough closet we had, choosing navy slim pants with a cream jumper. I put some perfume on and some light blush, before making my way downstairs where I knew Edward would be.

He was sat at the island playing with his laptop when I walked in, still sweaty from his workout, and wearing a sweatshirt and shorts.

"Morning honey," I kissed him on the cheek, and grabbed some eggs out of the fridge. "Scrambled or poached?"

"Scrambled please." He got up to grab the bread from the pantry while I cracked six eggs into a bowl and started beating them with some milk. As I put them on the burner, I turned to him as he put two pieces of bread into the toaster.

"What's the plan today?" I asked him, as I grabbed two plates from the cupboard.

"Well, can't you pull a sick day and stay here with me? I can find lots of things we could do to keep occupied." Edward reached around me and grabbed the plates, placing his cool hand on the slither of skin that was exposed on my stomach, making me shriek.

"Stop it, you. You know I have to go in today." I swatted his hand away as he boomed with laughter.

"You're such a bore." He kissed my pouting lips, turning just in time to catch the toast as it popped out of the toaster. "But I love you anyway." He winked at me, making my breathe go shallow, and it took all my willpower not to take my hot hubby right there and then.

Instead I whirled around and grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge and the butter, passing it to him to butter our toast. He placed the plates of toast in front of me, and I set the fluffy scrambled eggs onto the waiting plates.

We sat down at the island and grabbed the salt and pepper we kept there.

"We could be a commercial. Imagine a jingle playing while we did that; we could sell flowers to a florist." Edward laughed, as he folder his toast in half and took a bite. He had already had breakfast earlier before he worked out, but always ate with me as well.

"I've thought that before! High five me for our amazingness." I held my hand up, and Edward slapped it as I giggled; our flow was amazing. We worked well as a team. As Edward worked at home, he took over most of the household duties, such as cleaning and cooking, but we agreed that I would cook breakfast and on the weekends I would make all the meals.

"I really wish I weren't going into work today."

"Me too, baby. But just think; it's Friday today, and tomorrow we can do whatever we want." I smiled tenderly at my husband, wondering what I had done right in my life to deserve this man. "It is I who is undeserving, love." He uttered, raising his eyes to meet mine.

"That's freaky." I rolled my eyes, and quickly finished off my food, grabbing both our plates and quickly washing them up.

I grabbed my bag and shoes where I left them yesterday, and put them on before pulling my keys out and opening the door, feeling Edward approaching.

"Okay, lover. I'll be back soon." I kissed Edward goodbye and laughed at his sad face, before walking out the door. He swatted my ass as I walked away, and I flipped him the bird as I approached my car, hearing his laugh.

The drive to work didn't take long, and thirty minutes later I arrived, pulling into the underground carpark and parking in my designated bay.

I took the elevator to the top floor, pulling out my phone. I had multiple messages from my colleagues asking when I got back, and sighed as I got off on the top floor.

"Morning, Miss." The receptionist called to me as I entered.

"Morning Shelly." I smiled. "How's the kids?" Shelly had worked here longer than I could remember, and had my upmost respect. She was a portly lady of forty, and knew the ins and outs of this office better than anyone.

"They're good, but they do piss me off." She rolled her eyes and I chuckled giving her a wave as I walked to my office, passing colleagues on the way.

I entered my office, and sighed when I saw my boss and Angela sitting in the chairs across from my desk.

"Morning, Bella." Mr. Banner had been my boss for the past five years, but could still scare the shit out of me. He was always dressed in a pressed suit, and his eyes were cold and calculating. "I trust you're well."

"Yes, sir. And yourself?" I asked, placing my bag on the floor and sitting in my seat.

"Nothing to complain about." He looked at Angela, and back to me again. "I heard the mission was a success?" He questioned, although he already knew the answer.

"Yes, sir. All ten men were disposed of, and the package was delivered to Captain Meyer as planned." I stared at Mr. Banner, expecting him to stay stoic, but he surprised me as he always does and cracked a smile.

"Brilliant. You always make me proud." He stood and buttoned his jacket back up, pausing as he opened the door. "I need you in my office in ten minutes to discuss a new objective." He walked out without another word and I huffed air out of my mouth and slumped into my chair.

"I swear- no matter how many people we take on, I will always be shit scared of that man." Angela squeaked, making me laugh shakily. "So, did he realise you were lying?" Angela looked at me steely, asking me the same question as always. She didn't know Edward's name; no one here did.

I thought back to last night, remembering Edward's happy smile as I entered our home. I had taken his heartbeat, while we talked, and he wasn't lying or seem disappointed when I talked about my 'business trip'. I should have been happy that he was still unaware of my double life, but I felt dirty; cheap and disgusting that my husband believed that I was a lawyer and not a CIA operative.

"No. He had no clue." I sighed.

So...what did you guys think? Too pretentious? Just right? Too much? Or a slice of humble apple pie?
Let me know!