You Wanted Normal

By Chocoholic-vamp

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters belong to their respective owners, this is my overactive imagination taking control.

This is dedicated to my beta, Jasper's Sex Kitten she is one kick ass woman, and she encouraged me to continue this since it was in story storage.

Summary: Bella is living the normal life Edward always meant for her to live, but when the past comes back will more than just one persons real life come to the surface?

*****Indicates Flashback*****

I was standing in the middle of my kitchen, chopping some onions and tomatoes for my homemade marinara sauce. It was his favorite especially after a hard day of working.

The sound of the key being turn in the lock alerted me that he was home. The door swung open his heavy foot falls stomping on the mat, probably shaking of the flakes of snow that I could see were falling outside.

"Hun, I'm home!" his deep yet boisterous voice resonated through the house.

"In the kitchen!" I yelled back.

I took my freshly chopped vegetable and dumped them in the pan. Just then two large hands went around my midsection softly stroking my flat stomach.

"Mmm, something smells good." He purred in my ear as he gripped my hips in the most erotic way.

I felt his member stand on attention, and I couldn't hold back the moan that rumbled in my throat.

"Oh God!" I moaned, as his hands roamed down to the hem of my shirt.

"Not God baby," you could hear the satisfied amusement in his throat.

"Jensen… um… oh baby."

My brain could have been a puddle, my core was throbbing and he hadn't even touched me where I most wanted him. He was peppering kiss all across my neck. Just as he was about to nibble at my ear like he new I wanted, the door slammed open, the pitter-patter of little feet entering the house.

"Wipe your feet before you come in or just take off your shoes!" I yelled, to my over eager children.

"Ugh…" I moaned softly as my husband's head fell to my shoulder blades his obvious arousal still making it's presence known in my backside. I couldn't hold in my laugh as I turned in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck

"Later, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," he smirked.

"Daddy!" my little Tasmanian devils yelled, as they came skidding into the kitchen in their socks.

"Hey boys!"

I smiled as Jensen picked up our boys and swung them around their little screams of joy just warming my heart.

I couldn't believe how well my life turned out. After years of isolation and seclusion I finally understood that what Edward did was for the best. He had good intentions he just didn't execute it as well as he should have. Then again, I probably wouldn't have my babies if he hadn't left me on the floor of the woods that fateful September afternoon.

Jake had helped with the hole in my heart but I wasn't meant for him. We dated yes, and we may have been crazy in love for a while, but eventually we saw that it wasn't meant to be. To save each other the heart break we broke up six months in. Now he has Lena, the sweetest girl you could find, she could also rival Alice in energy and stamina during shopping. I guess you could call her my replacement for Alice even if in my heart that role could never be filled.

After our break up I just needed to get away from everything mythological and supernatural. I took solace in going to college majored in English. Hey! I've read more books than anyone I know, it was only natural. I spent three years there engrossing myself in all of my classes never giving anyone a second glance. I wasn't ready, too many wounds were still fresh and jumping into another relationship with my luck would have resulted in some psychopathic stalker; trust me I wasn't willing to risk it.

When I decided who the subject of my thesis would be for my master's I chose to investigate the inner workings of the Bronte family. I traveled to London and well you could say I embraced my life as a college student for the first time. I attended a few parties dated a guy or two but nothing serious.

I was healing, and that's when he waltzed into my life. Jensen was every bit of James Dean personified, just by looking at him you would know that he was the bad boy type. Just like me Jensen was studying abroad, but according to him it was just to test the foreign ass. He returned to the states to finish his own thesis on Washington Irving.

We kept in touch just as friends, an email here and there. There were some visits were he would tell me about his latest conquest. He was either oblivious or trying to provoke my jealousy; my money was on the latter. After a year I came back for good to the states and moved to New York, by then he was working for an editing house and had gotten me an internship in the said company. Same city, and work place, there was no ignoring the attraction anymore. A month in I grew a pair and confronted him. The only thing I could compare it to was to some scene of a prime time drama…

*****

I was once again in the freaking copy room, making copies of the final draft of one of our new up and coming books. If you asked me the book, if you could even call it that, was a full 600 page of crap. It was one of those Idiot's Guide type books the title was genius note the sarcasm, The Wonderful World of Chicks: Get with the Skirts. I could already see the line of Star Wars geeks that would line up to buy it.

While I waited for the poor machine, overworking itself for this piece of rubbish, my mind wandered to Jensen. God that man could send you into a ditch with all the mixed signals he was giving off. I mean for months while we were getting to know each other he bragged to no avail about every ass he nailed. Now, I'm here and you would expect that I see him flirting with every skirt within a mile radius, but no. He is constantly around me and flirts with me, I think, but make absolutely no concrete move.

The sexual tension between us could be cut with a knife and I'm fucking tired of it. The door to the copy room opened and closed behind me. There he was, speak of the devil or in this case think… God that cologne always drives me wild. I hadn't felt even remotely close to this with Edward, and in this case the guy was just too "bad-ass" to do anything.

I turned around and there he was in all his hazel-eyed, light brown haired, chiseled body beauty. I could see his eyes darken as he took in my tight pencil skirt and white silk blouse, nothing too dangerous for the office but still enough to make him squirm. If he only knew what was under it?

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What's gotten up your g-string?" he asked, smirking at his own joke.

"Ugh! Don't give me that, Jensen. I'm tired of your fucking games!"

"Whoa, Bella! Where's this coming from? I ain't playing any games!" he really looked confused my rush of confidence was waning.

"Yes, you are! Every time we would talk you wouldn't shut up about all your damn conquests."

"Bella would you keep it down, we are in the office, remember the place were they give us money. They could fire us for having this conversation here!" he whispered harshly.

"Where else do you suppose we have it then? Ever since I came to work here it's like you're not even the same person. What happened to the glorified player who didn't care what her name was just that she wore a skirt and could hold her liquor?"

"God damn it, Bella! Don't you get it…" the copier beeped when I checked why the dreaded machine interrupted his speech; needs paper, great.

I opened the tray and inserted a generous stack of blank paper to the poor machine. I turned back to him giving my undivided attention.

"I... like you and… it's just difficult I've never liked someone like I like you." His words were strained almost as if he couldn't believe he would admit to that.

"Then do something, were both consenting adults ever thought a simple, 'Hey Bella wanna go out?' would suffice. Man do I have to draw you a map I though-"

I wasn't able to finish my rant when I felt him grab my face and crush his lips to mine. This kiss was raw passion unlike any I had ever had before. We were primitive and neither having to worry about hurting the other in the heat of the moment.

His tongue swept my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I eagerly granted. While his hands began to roam downward, mine found home in his short slightly spiked hair. I felt his hands on my ass, squeezing slightly making me moan into his mouth, as both our tongues battled for dominance.

In a matter of seconds my skirt had ridden up and my legs were wrapped around his waist, felt my back hit the door making his obvious arousal rub against my own arousal. I faintly heard the door being locked and the blinds being closed. God this man was thorough. His lips left mine and I was momentarily disappointed until I felt his mouth on my neck kissing, sucking and nibbling all the way to my exposed collarbone.

Though the office was kept fairly cooled by the A/C, the heat in that little room felt suffocating, in a very good way.

I felt his hands groping and then the buttons of my blouse being undone, the only sound being heard was our labored breathing. My patience was running low I had to do something, so I got to work on his tie almost ripping it off his poor neck.

To ease a bit of the pain or at least make him feel better I returned the favor and sucked on his own neck, working my way up kissing and nipping. My blouse was undone and he got a good look at my girls, at the ripe old age of 24 I was well endowed and hidden behind very sexy nude color Victoria's secret lace push up. If there was ever a reason for me to buy retail it was in my underwear.

The rumble in his chest as he stared hungrily at my chest was enough to tell me he appreciated the extra touch.

"God your gorgeous!"

His hands grabbed on to my already sensitive nipple making me moan in pleasure of his ministrations. I couldn't take it anymore I quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and fumbled with his belt. Taking pity or becoming impatient himself he swatted my hands away and undid his belt and pants.

His hands scrapped erotically up my thighs, to my ass until he hooked his thumbs through my matching lace thong. Gliding it down my legs as I unclasped them from his waist. As he stared up at me from his crouch on the floor, I could see a hungry look in his eyes that made my core quiver. He massaged my thighs frustrating me to no end when he was nowhere near where I really wanted him.

"Ugh! Cut the crap, and stop… mmm… teasing!"

As soon as the words left my mouth I felt two fingers delve into my hot wet core. I couldn't hold in the moan that took me over.

"Like that?" This cocky gorgeous ass of a man asked me.

"Oh God…yes!"

His mouth latched on to my clit and I lost my self behind my eyelids. I saw colors I never knew existed. I quickly grabbed his face and kissed him moaning as I tasted myself on his tongue.

"Man, I need to be inside you!" he panted out.

"Then…what are you waiting… for?" I barely managed get out before he had his boxers down and my legs once again wrapped around his waist.

His thick cock teasing my entrance making me writhe as I searched for any form of contact. Seems he was tired of playing games also, as he plunged deep into my aching core. We both sighed at the feeling of being connected in the most intimate of ways. He waited a few seconds letting me adjust until I move my hips against his as a signal for him to start moving.

His first thrusts were slow and deep wanting to prolong the sensation of being connected.

"Aaaahhhh… faster… Oh God… faster!"

He smiled coyly as I barely manage to breathe, the pleasure overwhelming my body.

"Not God Honey!" he said while moving faster inside my tight core.

"Oh Jensen!" I moaned my stomach tightening readying itself for the overflow of sensations.

"That's…better!" he panted out.

Damn cocky bastard, "God your so tight…baby!"

Now that's more like it, apparently at that moment he decided my breasts had been neglected for too long and released them from their lace casing. His mouth latched unto my left nipple while his hand massage my right. The combination of feelings was sending a clear message straight to my core.

Seeming satisfied with his work he switched his mouth to my right breast.

"Oh… I'm…I'm…aaaah" a suddenly he bit my nipple sending me over the edge. Jensen closely followed, as I felt my pulsing center milk him dry. Both drowning out each others screams in a searing kiss.

As we came down from the pleasure induced high the kiss turned sweet and gentle. Conveying to me that this wasn't just sex, it was the start of something much bigger. He slipped out of me and let my legs fall to the floor, though thank God he still maintained his hold on my waist or I would have hit the floor. He kept kissing me until the copier beeping that it was done with the shame to all self-help books everywhere, ruined our moment. We composed ourselves and made ourselves look presentable.

*****

After that we were inseparable, five months later we both quit the editing house he joined a small independent publishing company. Were his first thriller was published, the few books stores who ordered it were sold out in a manner of days word traveled fast.

Who would have thought the ultimate bad boy would actually be really sweet and one of the most talented horror fiction writers I had ever met. Some of his work could make your skin crawl. Exactly at our one-year mark he proposed to everyone's astonishment even mine. The ceremony was small, my parents, the guys from the rez, and a couple of mutual friends we had. His family and him have a rather difficult relationship, I've never met any of them, but from what I know his mother died when he was a kid and his father was really tough on him. In all our years together that's is the one thing he has yet to open up to me about.

Yet, I couldn't really fault him, he didn't know everything about me either. He knew about Edward and Jake but not all the gory details and I generally refrained from saying HIS name. Of course he knew Jacob they met at our wedding. Our honeymoon was wild to say the least; neither of us came back with a tan. As luck would have it nine months later I was cursing the ground he walked on for touching me and getting me pregnant with not one but two little boys.

Daniel John and Zachary Charles, at 4 years of age were already wreaking havoc at daycare. Man I can't wait for when they start school, I wonder if they will call me into the principles office the first day or just give them each a laminated detention slip. Don't get me wrong I raised my boys to be good and respect their elders, and they do when I'm there, but when their father goes behind my back and corrupts them there's not much a mother can do.

For the first two years of the boys' lives I stayed at home just to look after them, I wanted to raise them not some babysitter. Now, since they get to go to daycare all day I got a job teaching English at the local high school. I loved my students and they loved me, according to one of my students I don't sound like I'm teaching them when I do, whatever that means. Apparently, it means my class has the highest GPA in the county.

Jensen rarely left the house for work but occasionally he was called for some book tour or a screenplay they wanted him to help write. His homecoming was always my favorite part, I would miss him terribly and you would think things after twins would have cooled down, but it was like every time was better than the last.

The memories must have distracted me quite a bit because when I came back he had already put the twins down from their joy ride.

"Go get ready for dinner quirts! Momma made spaghetti PIE!"

"YEAH!" all three of them screamed, my men and their pies.

Wait till they find out I made desert too, my famous Mississippi Mud Pie they will freak. My little boys ran up stairs racing to the bathroom to clean up for dinner. I heard a thunk, and a little scream of "I'm ok!" I laughed unfortunately one of my boys had my clumsiness gene.

Jensen looked at me and said, "What's with the look baby? Where were you just a second ago?"

"In the copy room of Brennan Editors House." I smiled coyly knowing he'd remember quite easily.

Having our first time be in the copy room may not have been ideally romantic, but damn, it sure was memorable.

"Mmm, I remember that. One of these days I'm going to take you back there and recreate that whole scene." He growled as he wrapped is arms around my waist, I giggled like the girl I was as I felt the all too familiar blush creep up my neck.

"Ha, I can still make you blush!" I slapped his arm and shooed him of so he could get cleaned from his flight before dinner.

I finished prepping dinner and started setting the table when Jensen walked back into the room. He had shaved and looked absolutely refreshed after his shower.

"Where are the boys?" I asked since it had been too quiet, God knows what they were up to. "I sent them to watch TV, some cartoon they like was on."

"Oh, alright let me finish setting the table, then we can eat. Can you get the Iced Tea out of the fridge?" I counted in my head 5…4…3…2…1 "Oh Man, you are a godsend!" he came back put the pitcher of tea on the table kiss me on the cheek.

"Mississippi Mud Pie? What did I do to deserve you?" I knew he would love the gesture.

"Danny, Zach, dinner time! Let's go!" Jensen called to the boys.

We sat down and had a nice quiet normal dinner. My boys cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while I took out desert. Once my boys had more chocolate on their faces than their tummies, Jensen cleaned the kitchen while I took the boys to take baths. With the boys in their pajamas, they were ready to be tucked in.

Surprisingly they loved the stories their father told them. Though they certainly never pleased me. Jensen had a knack of depicting things a little bit too graphically for my tastes. Seems tonight would be a Wendigo night, whatever that was. The boys' eyes got wide as Jensen entered the climactic fight between the Wendigo and the hunter.

"One moment he was there growling and snapping at the hunter, then suddenly BAM he disappeared," the boys jumped, but their eyes held nothing but pure fascination.

I shook my head; they were just like their father, fearless and reckless at times. I looked at my watch.

9:30 pm

It was officially too late for the boys to be up, and I was also quite desperate for alone time with my husband.

"Alright as much as I hate to do this, we are pausing the story, it's bedtime for the little Wendigo's," I said clapping my hands.

"But Mommy!!" "But Bella!!" all three of my men said at the same time.

"No buts! Come on it's late, you can hear the rest tomorrow," we each tucked one in, and kissed their forehead.

They yawned and Zach groggily said, "And we are not Wendigo's mommy…"

"…yeah we are hunters! When we grow up we are gonna be just like the men in daddy's stories," finished Danny.

"Right daddy?" Zach asked.

In that moment I could have sworn something happened in Jensen's eyes. I couldn't put my finger on the emotion but I knew there were things he hid from me that I would never know. This moment was one of the few I wish I did know, his body tensed all over and he almost bit out his reply towards his son.

"Yeah bud, you and Danny are going to be big bad hunters, now time for bed," he said tucking Zach in tighter than usual.

I turned on their night light, for boys who were barely afraid of anything; darkness was something that had always freaked them out even as babies.

"Goodnight boys, love you," I said, closing the door behind Jensen and me.

I could tell he still was a little tense as we walked back to our room. With each deep breath he took it was like he was giving himself a pep talk and his shoulders would relax by just a fraction.

"Baby, is something bothering you?" I said, touching his shoulder lightly.

"I'm fine," he told me shortly.

"What happened back there you got all tense, I just want to help," I kept prodding as we entered the room.

"Bella," he said, turning around his jaw tight. I could tell his eyes were warring on what to tell me.

"What?" I whispered.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, we were so close to each other. "Baby I don't want to talk about this not now."

"Why what's so bad about it?" I asked.

He was pissing me off, he doesn't treat his children like that and say it's nothing.

"Damn it Bella! I've been gone for five days I don't want to talk about this," he grabbed me by the waist.

"Is it so bad that after being gone for almost a week I just want to fuck my wife senseless?" he growled in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

My breathing became ragged, my panties became wet and I whispered, "No."

Next thing I knew I was being thrown on my bed, bouncing slightly. He pounced on me then, our mouths colliding, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip growling as I hissed. I could feel his arousal poking at my thigh.

His hands glided down my body, over my neck, to my collarbone, brushing the sides of my breasts eliciting a moan of pleasure. I lifted my leg to his hip aligning my sex with his bulge earning a groan from him as I grounded into him.

"Fuck, I missed you babe," Jensen growled in my ear, his hands ghosting under my shirt.

I worked quickly on unbuttoning his flannel shirt, desperate to see his chiseled pecks and broad shoulders bare of clothing. His hands left my skin momentarily helping me push back his shirt from his shoulders. He took off the t-shirt he had underneath leaving him in only jeans.

We flipped over to where he was underneath me as I straddled his hips, lifting my shirt to reveal the red bra I had on. I knew he would like it, red wasn't a color I normally wore but him coming home after being away for so long warranted the special touch.

I could see his lust filled eyes focusing on my lace-covered breasts. The look he was giving me was setting my body on fire for his touch. His hands went to the waistband of my jeans as our mouths collided once again in a passionate kiss.

He turned us over once he had them undone, his lips kissing and biting all the way down my body. I lifted my hips helping him as he tugged down on my jeans. I was becoming desperate now; his slow pace was working on my very last shred of patience.

He made his way back up my legs after discarding my pants somewhere in the room. Lifting my left leg to his shoulder he started kissing his way from my ankle to my calf all the while keeping our eyes locked in the fierce look. I moaned when he bit the inside of my thigh, his mouth was everywhere but where I truly wanted him.

"Jensen, please," I begged.

He lifted his head cocky grin in place. God how I wanted to smack him. Yet at the same time I just wanted him to fuck me.

"What do you want baby?" he asked, peppering my hips with kisses.

My mind was so fogged up, every touch and every kiss was slowly setting my body on fire.

I found my voice deep inside the fog and said, "Weren't you going to fuck your wife senseless?"

Being the cocky ass he was of course he had a comeback, "Oh I think she is pretty senseless right now, wouldn't you say?"

I groaned in frustration, as fun as foreplay was, I just wanted to feel myself whole with him inside me.

"Would you just fuck me already?" I cried out.

"Now that I can certainly do," he said, winking at me.

We made quick work of getting his jeans undone, our hands bumping into each until I swatted his away. Pushing them down along with his boxers I was granted the view of his delicious hardened cock. His finger hooked unto the waistband of my panties pulling them down my legs painfully slow.

He knelt between my legs once they were off, his fingers stoke down my slit testing to see how slick I was.

"You really this wet for me Bells?"

I bucked my hips bucked into his hands, "Always baby, just for you."

A growl erupted from his chest as he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up aligning our sexes together. Wrapping my legs around his hips plunging myself on his dick. I moaned as he filled me.

He wrapped his arms around my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, as he hungry attacked my mouth. I sighed into his mouth allowing his tongue to invade and explore my mouth.

My hips slowly began to move in a circular motion, our breathing turning to short gasps. I held unto his shoulders for leverage, my nails digging into the muscles of his back. The sensations were incredible. Being connected with my husband, bringing each other the greatest pleasure was just beyond words.

"Your always so tight baby," he growled in my ear making me moan as I felt his warm breath hit the side of my face.

His lips began to travel down my neck; I tilted my head back giving him more access. The hands that were entwined in my hair slowly scrapped down my neck to the bra straps on my shoulders. He pulled them down my arms releasing my breast from their confines. Wasting no times his mouth latched on to my left nipple sucking and nibbling driving me into a frenzy.

"Oh fuck... that feels good," I gasped.

His left hand kneaded my neglected right nipple, rolling and pulling it between his fingers. My hands threaded into his hair holding him close to me, as my hips kept moving up and down his shaft. The hand that held me to him unclasped my bra and through it away from my body.

Once he was satisfied with the state of my nipples, his hands took a hold of my hips increasing the speed of my thrusts.

"Ung yeah," I whined.

"You like that sweetheart?" he said, between breaths.

"Fuck yeah. I love it when you fuck me hard baby."

"Want me to fuck you harder, uh Hells Bells?" he asked with a cocky tone. I could only nod and hum in agreement.

He unwrapped my legs from his hips and laid me down on the bed while lifting my left leg over his shoulder. The new angle allowed his thrust to reach deeper. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"Yes… oh fuck… that feels… Shit Baby that feels…" I rambled incoherently.

The coil in my stomach tightened even more, his thrust came harder. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure increased every second he was pumping in and out of me.

"Damn, you feel so good. I missed this baby, fucking you 'till you can't speak," he grunted.

"So close… fuck I-I'm CO-" he cut me off swallowing my screams in a searing kiss.

My sex clamped down on him as he released his warm seed inside me groaning into our joined mouths. I lowered my leg from his shoulder as pulled out of me. He fell unto the bed next to me his arm wrapping around my waist pulling me to him, our breathing still erratic.

"That was…"

"Amazing as always," he kissed my shoulder cheeky grin in place.

I smiled and pecked his lips lightly with a kiss. "Yes amazing was the word I was looking for."

"I'm glad you're home, it wasn't the same without you. It never is," I said tracing the muscled of his arm.

"Probably as much as I'm glad to be home babe," he whispered.

With a yawn from me, he pulled the covers over us and pulled my back to his chest. Just before I fell asleep I thought, this is how my life was meant to be, normal. Now, I wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: So there ya go! This is the first chapter to my Supernatural/Twilight x-over. I will say this from the beginning because I want no confusion, this is not an Edward/Bella story. R&R! Tell me what you think!