I present the morning after for your enjoyment.

His hands moved under the hem of my shirt and brushed against the undersides of my breasts, causing me to catch my breath, before dropping again to the waist of my sweatpants. He ran his thumbs under the elastic as if asking permission to remove the offending garment.

"Edward…" I whispered, my eyes closed.

"Yes, Bella?" I could hear the triumph in his voice.

I opened my eyes. "It's just U + UR Hand tonight."

Turning on my side I opened my book and started reading where I had left off.

I turned a page. It made a loud sound in the stunned silence following my little pronouncement.

I turned another page.

And another.

Edward hadn't moved a fraction of a millimeter since I rebuffed him. He sat at attention on the edge of the bed, in more ways than one. I could smell his arousal – the tempting scent assailed my sensitive nostrils. I could feel the anger flowing off of him. It pounded my back as I studiously ignored him.

However, I was strong. I wouldn't cave and make the space between us, emotional and physical, disappea. I could tell, from the sounds and smells in the house that Tanya was gone. I knew her departure had been at Edward's request. Jasper had told Alice that Edward told Tanya to leave after the three of us had left for the club. Alice had told me. But it wasn't enough.

I wasn't ready to forgive him yet. Edward was going to have to make this right.

When Edward finally moved it was with a swiftness that surprised me, even though I had been waiting for it to happen. In the fraction of a second it took me to flip over and look at him he was gone. The door slammed in his wake.

I let out a shaky breath. I hadn't realized I had been holding it. I sat still a few more seconds before settling back and returning to my book. Edward hadn't left the house – he was pacing downstairs.

Despite the hour he moved to his piano. The first notes came crashing out. Anger, no fury, came pouring from the fine instrument. I'm not well versed enough in the classics to know if it was an established piece or if Edward was extemporizing. It was a powerful melody. I listened and heard the self recrimination. Edward wasn't angry at me, or even at Tanya, for that matter. He was angry at himself. Of course.

He carried on this way for quite some time. My attention was wholly focused on the sounds coming from downstairs. When he stopped the silence was deafening. Then, quietly, I heard him start to pick out the notes to Clair de Lune. This song was special to us, a connection we had made early in our relationship. I silently thanked Renee for exposing me to it. Then, finally, he moved on to my lullaby. He'd played it for me so many times and hummed it to me more times than I could remember, but this was different. I swore the piano was talking to me. Never before had he played the song with such feeling. Edward was apologizing to me in the most eloquent and personal way he could.

I wasn't angry anymore. As the final notes drifted into the ether I stood up and went to the door. He was there, of course, when I opened it. He didn't meet my gaze. He stood before me with his eyes cast down, his shoulders slumped. His chest was heaving slightly with emotion.

"Bella, I –" His usually velvet voice was raspy.

Suddenly, I didn't need to hear it anymore. No further apology was necessary. Grabbing his hand I pulled him to me. We literally crashed together from hips to lips.

Edward's right arm snaked around my waist and pulled me tightly against him. He took two steps forward, pushing me back, and swung the door shut with his foot without breaking our kiss. A tiny part of my brain was marveling at how warm he felt to me now. His left hand disentangled from my right. He raised it to my head and snapped the band that held my hair in its ponytail. He ran his fingers through my hair as it cascaded around my shoulders and down my back. His hand went to the back of my neck and he wrapped his fingers around a fistful of my hair. He pulled my face even closer and used his grip in my hair to tilt my head.

Considering the violence of his embrace his tongue's tentative request was almost comical. He barely touched my bottom lip with the tip of his warm tongue. He slid it left, then right with no force or expectation of permission. With a sigh I opened my mouth and granted him access. It was hardly a favor. The taste of honey, lilac and sunshine exploded in my mouth, flooding my senses with their magical flavors.

I hitched my right leg over his hip in an effort to get even closer to him. He moaned, his breath vibrated in my throat giving the illusion that my heart had once again started beating in my chest. We were literally coiled around one another.

His arm dropped from my waist to the back of my thigh and hoisted my other leg up so he completely supported my weight. Our tongues continued to battle in my mouth as he walked me to the bed. He wrenched his head up giving me unfettered access to his neck. I latched onto the sensitive area below his ear and he gasped as he laid me across the bed, falling, heavily, on top of me.

"BellaBellaBella," he prayed.

I traced the lines of his face with frantic hands before moving to his chest. There wasn't a chance I'd have the patience to undo all those buttons. Grabbing the front of his shirt in both hands I tore the fabric apart as I would have a tissue in my previous life. I ran my hands across the smooth planes of his chest before wrapping my arms around him.

Edward had continued his religious devotions while I was busy. Placing my hands on the sides of his head I pulled his mouth back to mine, effectively quieting him.

His hands went to the hem of my shirt and he tried to pull it over my head. I broke away from him long enough for the offending garment to slip over me. I heard Edward's breath catch as his used the space between us to look down at my breasts. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but prior to my change it had been hard for him to be that close to my beating heart. He had taken many opportunities since my change to make up for lost time, but I had a feeling that my breasts simply appealed to the 17-year old in him.

It was my turn to pray as he lowered his head, kissing the top of one breast then the other. His wicked tongue darted out and circled my already erect nipple. His thumb ran lightly over the other one. The sensations added to the amazing fire building low in my abdomen.

I was chanting his name in a whisper as his head moved back and forth over my chest. He continued until my lips could no longer speak his name coherently. He raised his head and returned his mouth to my own. I could feel the smile curling the corners of his mouth.

A small voice in one corner of my mind was screaming at me. Don't just lay there, you fool! My eyes snapped open and I took advantage of my newborn strength to flip Edward onto his back. Though he was aware of the strength of my desire he had always taken the lead in our lovemaking. This seemed to be a good time to change that.

Taking advantage of his momentary surprise I trailed kisses from his mouth, down his neck and chest to his stomach. My aggression seemed to shock him as he lay very still. Working quickly, I undid his belt and the button on his pants. Working the zipper down with my hand I took advantage of the slack in his waistband to kiss him lower and lower.

The hiss emanating from his tight lips was as feral as any I'd heard when he fought James and Victoria. "Bella… Bella…" He wasn't praying now. He said my name like it was an expletive. I liked it. Edward had only cursed once in my presence in all the time I'd known him and that was when Tyler Crowley's van had been trying its best to end my life. I found his current loss of control incredibly sexy.

Enough.

Grabbing the waistband of his pants and underwear together I pulled them down and off. Tossing his clothes into the corner I sat back to take in the sight of my completely naked and incredibly gorgeous fiancé. He reached for me but I evaded his grasp. Straddling his legs I bent my head to take just the tip of his rampant cock in my mouth. Again he hissed, arching his hip automatically. I moved my head back to maintain control over how much of him I took into my mouth.

Around and around I swirled my tongue. I heard a snap and felt the bed shudder. Part of my brain was amused. We needed a stronger headboard. I moved my mouth down the underside of his dick and lapped gently at his sac. The sounds coming from him now were strangled. I was almost fearful that he was going to do himself an injury.

I continued my ministrations only with my mouth. I knew he wanted more, but I wasn't ready to give it to him, yet. His hips continued to jerk involuntarily as I moved my mouth. I licked, sucked and gently nibbled every bit of him.

"Enough!" he roared.

Yeah, I had seen that coming without Alice's assistance.

A small smile froze on my face before Edward literally attacked me. This was no figurative bone jumping or rough sexplay. He attacked me like I was his prey. It had never been like this before. Our lovemaking was usually a consummation of our feelings. Sometimes it was more frantic, especially when we were both close, but never before had it been violent.

His attack had been instinctive; there was no subtlety or finesse about it. He had jumped up and taken me down from behind. His teeth were at my neck, he was snarling. He might have literally ripped into me if my newborn strength hadn't allowed me to escape. I was also feeling a bit heady with power… I had caused him to lose control and it was nice to have the tables turned like this.

Instead of thinking I shut my eyes and let my most basic instincts take over. My nostrils flared and I dropped into a hunting crouch. My eyes snapped open just in time to see Edward rush me once more. I growled and met his attack head on, knowing that he had no interest in hurting me, but taking extreme pleasure in the fact that I could drive him to this. His iron control when I was still human had often left me wondering if he wanted me at all, much less this badly.

Our bodies crashed together with a thunderous sound. I heard Emmett laughing. He wasn't even trying to conceal his amusement. I think it was the laughter that brought Edward back to me, as well. He allowed my superior strength to bear us back onto the bed where I fell atop him. I glued my lips to his and he thrust his tongue into my mouth once more. The sounds coming from his throat this time were less feral, more seductive than before.

A small thrill ran through me. I had always believed Edward's voice to be the sexiest sound on earth, but that was only before I heard him moan with pleasure. The thrill I had felt joined the fire building inside me and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

"Edward, please… now." A human would not have heard the request.

I knew the effect saying please had on my lover. He wouldn't deny me. Gently, now he rolled over until I was nestled under him. Running his hands along my side he again came to the waist of my sweatpants. Hooking his thumbs inside the loose material, he slid them down my legs, until I could kick them off. I hadn't bothered with anything underneath so I was now completely exposed to his gaze.

"Beautiful," was all he said.

He ran his hand up the length of my leg until it rested at the juncture of my thighs. I sighed and parted my legs for his patient fingers. With the skill of the pianist he was he explored the area between my thighs. His fingers moved gently between my venom moistened folds, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves then teasing my eager opening.

I moaned and turned my head into his shoulder. I was close. Too close. This wasn't what I wanted. However, perhaps he felt he still owed me. Applying more pressure he gently kissed my exposed necks and continued to work his hand between my legs. His fingers stroked me as my hips rose and fell. He kept pace with me, never rushing, never stopping. I gasped as I reached the point of no return.

"Ed… ed… Edward… oh, oh, oh…" His hand froze where it was allowing me to move exactly as I required to reach my climax. The release was incredible, unforgettable; the closest I ever intended to get to heaven.

Spent, I collapsed against him. I felt him gather the comforter around me as he shifted to hold me more comfortably.

No, wait, this was wrong. What about him?

"Edward," I started.

"Shhhhhh… Bella." He started to hum my lullaby.

"No, no…" I wasn't angry, but I was insistent. Pushing the covers aside I threw my leg over his hips. Feeling his erection against my belly was stoking the fire once again.

"I want you, Edward. All of you."

Raising my hips I reached down to guide him to my opening. Settling down slowly until he was firmly engulfed, I rested a moment. His hands moved to my hips drawing me up then down. Once he set the pace he moved his hands to my face and drew my mouth to his. I continued my movements as the fire started to burn hotter and hotter. Again, my body craved release and I increased the pace – grinding my hips against him to apply friction where I needed it most.

I noticed his breath coming faster as his hands moved to my hips once again. I twisted against him once, twice, three times more before I came again. The force was less this time, but much more satisfying, as if I was finally done. Small waves of current emanated from my hot, wet center, as my muscles contracted around him again and again.

Edward tightened his hold on my hips and pushed me to the side. I complied easily, allowing him to turn us over. Once I was underneath him again he placed his hands on either side of my neck. I raised my knees and spread them wider. Edward moved quickly against me, thrusting in and out in an addictive rhythm.

"Oh God, Bella…" A half dozen thrusts was all it took to allow him to join me on the other side. He collapsed against me and I gladly bore his weight. His chest heaved against mine as I ran my fingers through his messy hair.

"I love you." We had spoken at the same time.

He raised his head to look at me. "Bella, I am sorry."

"I know, Edward. I know. But I'm not." I gave him a wicked smile. "It was worth it."

He shook his head slightly then grinned at me. "Perhaps I need to incite a jealous rage in you more often."

I grinned back. "That won't be necessary."

So, that's the end. Hope you enjoyed. Check out my current WIP, The Harder they Fall. Link is on my profile. It's an all-human Cinderbella story.

( A/N – The piece that Bella didn't recognize was Prokofiev's Piano Sonata No. 7. Listen to it here -- youtube dot com/watch?v=Azo68LgdqTQ)