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This story will be told from the POV of Edward & Bella…it is set around the end of Eclipse, and is a 'what-if' experiment regarding what would have happened in the meadow and afterwards if Bella or Edward had decided that they just couldn't wait any longer…

~Meadow Sweet~

Edward:

I pressed her into the gently waving grass of the meadow, and softly brought her lips to mine. I couldn't bear to see her sacrifice what she wanted, yet again, to try to make everyone else happy. I knew she didn't want the giant production of a wedding that Alice was planning…and honestly, there was a part of me that didn't want to wait to make her mine any longer-a part that was terrified that I would lose her if we waited any longer, and I couldn't bear that.

This was our place-our secret spot, where we had declared ourselves to each other. I smiled while my lips moved against hers, thinking that it was a perfect place to seal our physical relationship, just as we had sealed our emotional one here in the beginning.

I aligned my body against hers in a way I had seldom allowed before. I felt her respond instantly. Her heart raced, blood singing in her veins as she immediately arched against me, inviting me to press my hard length to her warm core. Her lips and legs parted, and I slipped my tongue between her lips to taste her while I stole between her legs, arching into her.

God, but she tasted delicious, like summer and honey and lavender and freesia. Even fully clothed I could feel the warmth building in her, her breasts tightened through her thin cotton shirt, the tips scratching against my overly sensitive skin despite the layers between us. I could feel the moisture growing between her thighs, and I ached to finally feel that moist heat against my bare, hard skin.

My breathing quickened with hers, and however unnecessary the air was to my lungs, the increase in breath brought with it a new scent, the scent of Bella's arousal. I traced the skin of her face, and then slipped my fingertips into her hair, feeling the smooth silk of each strand. I could almost taste her desire, the scent mingling with the taste of her mouth. Her hands wound themselves in my hair, and then slid lower, to my shoulders and down, urging me against her, pulling me tighter and closer.

I told myself again and again "take it slow", trying to keep myself in check despite my growing physical response. This ache was always present. I was always aware of every inch of her physically, and that was largely the reason why I tried to generally keep some distance between us—I was constantly on a slow burn in her presence, and it didn't take much for that burn to become a full-blown fire.

Bella moved her head to the left and then to the right and I broke our kiss only to bring my mouth to her neck, where I could taste the faint salty sweetness of her skin, and feel the heat of her pulse throbbing there with my tongue. I slid my hands to her waist, and Bella said something, but it took a moment to register to me because one of her hands was slipping into the collar of my shirt while the other was grasping my hand at her waist and pulling my hand lower, to the edge of her jeans riding her hips. Wait, did she just say stop? But her hand was grasping mine at the same time and slipping my fingers into the warm skin beneath her waistband…Urging me on.

I whispered "why?" into the heat of her throat. She softly said that she didn't want to do "this" now, but she arched her back further at the same time and wrapped a leg around mine, rubbing her heat against the length of me. She must be teasing…her body was saying the exact opposite of her lips. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered "Don't you?" I felt a shiver run through her at the coolness of my breath in her ear, and she pushed her breasts more firmly to my chest. Her other leg wrapped around me, and pulled me completely between her legs, grinding against my aching member, created a building friction.

I wanted to rip the clothes from her body and feel the wet heat of her with my hands. I pulled her shirt up slightly and I felt her shudder again as our skin met where she had tugged my t-shirt up to my ribcage. The spark that was always there was a live current now. Her hands locked in my hair, jerking me to her open mouth, and she sucked at my lip greedily, pulling me into her mouth, echoing the way her body was arching and pulling me into her body below. I ground my hips against hers and she met mine with the same fierceness. She moaned slightly, and slid her hands to my chest, and then pushed ever so softly, but kept her fingers locked in my shirt. I pulled back slightly and met her gaze.

Dear god, did she really want me to stop? Her body was clearly telling me otherwise. "Why?" I asked, "I love you. I want you. Right now." I pressed into her again, illustrating just how I wanted her, and she wrapped herself more tightly around me. Her pupils dilated, and her tongue appeared to wet her lower lip, inviting me.

Her hands sank into my hair again, pulling me to her mouth, sucking at my lower lip while she whispered "wait, wait". She ground herself against me, and I felt her moisture spread further. Was she worried that she was going too fast for me? God, if only she knew..I could have taken her a thousand times over already and there was no need for her to try to slow her pace to mine. I wanted to quicken my pace to match her obvious desire. "Not for me", I murmured, trying to tell her that she didn't have to wait any longer. I was done with waiting.

The rhythm of her hips rocking against me was driving me on. Her racing heart seemed to pound inside my own chest as well. Her hands were inside my shirt, scratching, grabbing me closer, seeking more skin to skin contact. She moaned into my mouth, spreading herself open further beneath me, she whispered "please" as her hands dipped to my waist, and then her hands were against my chest again, pushing me away softly, while her hips still arched and rocked against me. Please what? Please don't stop? Please take me now? Or please, no? I was confused..she was telling in every way possible that she wanted me, and then telling me to wait too.

I could smell the sweet musk of her desire, could feel her wetness spreading through the thin layer of her cotton panties and beginning to soak the denim of her jeans as well. I could tell she didn't want me to stop, so why was she saying to wait? Was this another act of selflessness? Denying her desire because I had always been the one to stop before? Dear God, couldn't she tell the last thing I wanted was to stop? I pulled myself away and rolled onto my back, even as her leg followed and wrapped atop my hips. "Tell me why not, Bella, and this had better not be about me", I said.

We were both breathing raggedly, and she ran her tongue against her lip again. She opened her mouth as if to say one thing, and then paused, as if changing course. She then began to murmur softly, saying that she wanted to do things right, to be responsible, to give her parents the best resolution that she could, and, if we were getting married anyway, to let Alice have her fun. I still had no intention of stopping; I could tell how much she wanted me, her lips saying one thing but her hands winding tighter still in my shirt, and her knee unconsciously pressing against my aching groin. And then she put the proverbial nail in the coffin…she told me that my soul was too important for her to play games with, and that she wouldn't be budged. Her words echoed what I had felt about her for so long. I decided to ignore what her body was saying, and chose to listen to her words instead. We would wait…but, "if you change your mind", I whispered. Her eyes smoldered, and she told me I would be the first to know if she did.

Rain began to fall, and I moved pick her up, to take her home. She paused, looking me in the eyes, and chuckled, telling me that it was a good thing that I was impervious to bullets, because it was time to tell Charlie we were engaged. I laughed aloud, and reached into my pocket to remove the ring that I had been carrying with me ever since that night in my room, when we had made our bargain, and she had accepted my proposal.

I slowly slid the ring onto the third finger of her left hand, and hers eyes locked with mine. I wanted to marry her now, tonight…and then take her and mark her as mine forever, with my body and then my venom. My mouth swam with it suddenly and our eyes stayed locked. The rain fell harder, soaking us, and she shivered. I drew her onto my back and began the run home.

I could feel her body bouncing lightly against me the whole run, could tell the rocking rhythm had aroused her desire afresh, but I refused to comment, I didn't want to push her any further. When we had almost reached the clearing near my home, I let her down. She slid down my back, and I swear she intentionally let her curves brush against me longer than necessary.

She stood and I turned to face her. I couldn't help but to stare at her rain soaked clothes. Her shirt clung transparent to her breasts, and I swallowed loudly as the taut peaks stared back at me. Her eyes followed mine, and she blushed…but her nipples hardened with desire as if I had touched them.

"Edward?" she whispered. She licked her lip and then bit it softly, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to taste her. I brought my lips to hers, freed her lower lip from her teeth with my tongue, and then she opened her mouth and pulled me into her.

Suddenly she was tangling herself around me, and I was lifting her, cradling her bottom in my hands, and she was wrapping her legs around my hips. I gasped as she ground herself against me, and the hardness that had not fully dissipated from earlier grew afresh. The rain that soaked her enhanced her scent and I could smell her arousal even stronger than before.

Her hands became the aggressor… slipping onto my shirt, pinching and pulling at my chest, and then pulling my shirt open hurriedly, button by button. When she had finished, she pressed herself to me, and it was as if she were naked beneath the wet fabric. I couldn't help myself. I thrust up into her, the dampness of our clothes clinging and driving me forward.

Bella moaned, and I slid a hand beneath her wet shirt, and stole up to her ripe breasts. I hesitated at the swell below, and she moved slightly, angling herself so that my fingers grazed her nipple. I groaned, and dipped my head to taste her through the wet cotton. Dear god, she was so warm…so soft. She arched against me in a frenzy, whispering my name again and again. She grabbed my shoulders, and pulled her mouth to my ear. I felt her breath hot against my neck, and then she whispered, "Edward, didn't you say something about Vegas once?"

I pulled away, and looked at her, doing the calculations in my head. The drive would be close to eight hours even if I did 140 or so the whole way, too long. But a flight…I pulled my phone out, accessed the internet, and was pleased to see that we could make Seattle in perfect time for a flight to Las Vegas.

Bella ground her hips harder and harder into me the whole time, and it was all I could do to stay focused on the phone and not tear her clothes off. She was panting by the time that I told her we could make it in less than four hours, find a 'chapel', and then a hotel…she smiled, and I let her slide down the length of me slowly.

"Do you think Alice..no, maybe I should have Angela cover for me.." she whispered. "Good thinking", I murmured, knowing Alice would never approve of a Vegas wedding and praying we could move quicker than she could catch us. God knows I couldn't care less where we were married…and well, we could sort the rest out later. The house was empty…everyone must be out hunting I thought, as we hurried to the Volvo. I held the door for my Bella, and then moved with vampire speed to start the car and the heater as we raced to the airport.