Hello, my lovely, loyal, lucious concubines. Too much alliteration? Eh. Anywho, I wanted to recap on my last chapter of IA:SI, the letter that Edward and Bella got, well, it was sent TO Edward, from a secret admirer. My stupid brain didn't comprehend at first, how some people may have misconstrued it as being for Bella, from Edward. Well, it wasn't soo...im glad that's all out of the way.

Going on.

Um, this chapter is mostly fluff--nothing too dramatic. It's fun, supposedly funny, and sexy. Two lemons, my awesome readers. I hope you like them--so juicy and lemony.

I may need to start up a lemonade stall--this is ridiculous.

Oh, and wouldn't it be lovely if I got, say...thirty or more reviews for this chappie? I know--blackmail works wonders, right? It worked on Blood Moon. I asked for firty or I'd withhold the next chappie, and they gave me fifty--who knew? Haha.

Oh, and rejoicing this week for Team Edward or anti-Taylor Lautner fans. Rumours are spreading that the 17 y.o is infact batting for the other team. My opinion? It's ludicrous, obviously, I mean, with a bod like that? Though I suppose, therein lies the irony. Hot guy--has to be gay? Not always, but anyway. What I'm happy about is that it may knock the Team Jacob fanatics down a peg--that'll teach em for turning to the dark side (as opposed to Edward). It may screw with their minds a little--they wouldn't want to root for the smexy teen if he's going wayward **wiggles eyebrows** But anyways, on with my story!

I don't own Twilight. Just Teacherward *licks lips*


"Um, what the fuck is this?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at Edward.

His eyes were wide and uncomprehending. Innocent.

"I have no fucking idea." He assured me.

I batted the stiff cardboard of the letter on my hand, pacing the length of the bedroom. Edward watched me from the corner of the bed, a worried expression adorning his face. I continued to shake my head and grumble curses as Edward looked on in concern.

"Bella, you're going to wear yourself out. This is obviously stressing you. Sit down." He told me.

"Of course I'm fucking stressed out! Someone is either pretending to be me and send you gifts—" I waved the card around in the air. "Or they are severely delusional and/or have developed a crush and have decided to stalk you!" I cried in frustration.

I heaved out a deep breath and stared him dead in the eye.

"Do you know anything about this?" I asked flatly.

Edward's eyes scrutinized me for a moment, widening then becoming the same shade of incredulousness that mine were.

"How could you even think for a minute that I'd keep something like this from you? I swear, Bella. I know less about this than you do!" he promised.

I held my stance, steadily raising my head and letting my hand drop limply by my side with the card still in my grasp. I swallowed loudly, rubbing my other palm over my face.

"I'm sorry, Edward." I murmured, apologetic.

I hadn't meant to sound so rash and upset—not that I wasn't. I shouldn't have been taking my anger out on Edward—the innocent party in this instance. But he was the only one here to yell at. I had let my temper control me—fucking hormones, they took away my free-will.

Edward sighed then.

"It's fine. I'd be reacting the same way if it was addressed to you." He said softly, relaxing a little.

I smiled tightly before bringing my fingers to my mouth, gnawing on my thumb nail as I kept pacing. This was insane! I suppose I wasn't handling the situation as good as I could have been. I remained vexed, trudging around the room. Exhaustion catapulted me into an irritated slumber after that. The troublesome predicament we found ourselves in; I may have overreacted in calling in that.

So, maybe someone had developed a crush on my fiancée, there was no need for my initial concerns. Edward was a grown man—in control. He loved me undoubtedly, and I in return. However, I found it hard to restrain the ridiculous jealousy that I exuded—knowing Edward and mine's past. I felt ashamed of thinking about Edward ever repeating that little indiscretion; in turn, cheating on me and destroying a magnitude of trust we had built, destroying us altogether—by having an affair with someone. I was being outrageously foolish. I didn't want to be so stupid as to ensue another argument with Edward over this. In the end, he would just end up deducing it as my lack of trust for him. Which was untrue, extremely so. I trusted him immensely. He was the sole person in this world that I depended on without a doubt. Having this hanging over our heads was going to be a strain—but it was a little glitch in the larger scheme of things.

I knew, deeper down in my conscious than my shallow thoughts of distrust and incredulity, that this would all fizzle away sooner or later. It could have just possibly been a prank. I told myself this over and over as I woke early that next morning. I had had a nightmare—they were getting increasingly vivid as my pregnancy delved into it's next month. Tonight's agenda involved finding myself lost in a hedge maze—not so scary right? Fucking wrong. I was a pretty cool customer when it came to these type of things, never in my life had a maze become so terrifyingly threatening. But, my fucked up pregnant brain couldn't help but torment me with images of fake-titted whores. Every corner I turned, would be another one, rubbing up against my fiancée. I had my arms circled around my baby belly, scrunching my face up and closing my eyes to expel the horrific sight from my mind. When I opened them again, the scenery had drastically shifted from the dark green hedges to my old English classroom. As I stood there, waiting for Edward to arrive, I realised I had been holding a baby the entire time. I looked down at them with a fond admiration—they were finally here. A noise had alerted me to another's presence, the sight I beheld was not one of joy. It was Edward, wrapped in the embrace of another woman. They were attacking each other like animals. I had begged him to stop—offering him to hold our child, but he refused. "There's no time for you anymore," he had sneered in disgust. I had recoiled, clutching our baby to my chest before it disappeared completely, leaving me with a distant sense of loss. "I don't want you anymore. You're nothing to me."

His hurtful words resounded in my head like the painful clashing of cymbals. I had awoken quite hastily after that, willing my body to surface out of unconsciousness and swim back to reality where I was sure the real Edward would never say anything like that to me.

Dream Edward was a real bastard.

I was covered in a sheen of sweat, clutching my still present belly under the coverlet. I looked to my side at Edward who stirred at the small disturbance. I slowly lowered myself back into the pillows, regaining a small feeling of serenity, basking in real-life, and not the dreamscape my subconscious fears had dredged up. I refused to fall back asleep, even though my body would have thanked me—but I was too fucking afraid of going back to that horrible place. In my mind—a world like that had me shaking more than a world with dragons and zombies and mother fucking vampires. For once, real-life was safe and comforting, a place I'd rather be than in a fantasy world; one with endless beginnings and endings, but included a snarky Edward who feasted on slutty blondes.

I managed to fucking fuel my unnerving dread of losing Edward to someone better, in all aspects, by thinking over the opportunities and dynamics of a relationship he could have with someone outside of ours without any of my knowledge. I was plotting my own fiancée's affair, as if it were a governmental conspiracy. I was treating it like a fucking puzzle. I shook my head at myself, laughing at my own internal antics as I stared at the dark ceiling.

Edward moved a little more, making a low grumbling noise, signalling that I had woken him. I bit my lip in regret—he could always tell when I was tense, sleeping or awake. The fact that our connection went so bone deep gave me some consolation.

"Honey, what's on your mind?" he asked, his voice hoarse from sleeping.

He still didn't open his eyes. He was facing me while lying on his side with his arms hugged around his pillow. He looked half-asleep, but I knew he was listening intently.

"Nothing," I lied in a whisper, hoping his bullshit detector was on inactive.

No such luck.

His eyes opened and landed on me. I shifted so I could face him properly, mirroring his body's position.

"Bullshit," he mumbled, reflecting my thoughts back at me.

How could I have ever had any doubts about us? He knew me as well as I knew the fastest route to Krispy Kreme. He was infallible. I sighed, subconsciously displaying my uneasiness from before.

"Something's not right," he went on softly, clearing his throat so he didn't sound like a chain smoker.

I looked down at my hands, clasped tightly in front of me. It was his turn to sigh. Instead of ignoring my muteness, he shifted again, sitting up and rubbing his hand over his face, blinking rapidly as if it helped him wake up. He didn't say another word as he gathered me up easily in his arms, pulling me to his chest and tucking me into his side, caressing my belly with his hands. He tenderly kissed my hair before leaning his cheek against it, stroking my torso softly until I caved under his will.

"I had a nightmare," I confessed unwillingly.

Well, it was sort of unwillingly; he used his mind tricks, physical contact fell under that category somehow. Was dazzling a sort of hypnotism?

"What was it about?" he asked genuinely.

He was always so fascinated by the inner-workings of my mind, a sort of muse of his that was never left unnoticed by me, and never failed to perplex me that he found it so remarkable. I always thought I'd be used in a brain research study, not because of Edward's interest, but because I thought they'd want to use mine as a dummy—how an average person's cognition works, compared to a genius or something. But, apparently, I was special—Edward's incorrigible statement, not mine. I played with his fingers. He ran his index finger over my knuckles, then up the length of my ring finger, gently running it over the diamond that symbolised the impending commitment we were both involved in. However, another commitment loomed, a more pressing and irreversible one. I glanced at my swollen stomach—our child. I remembered his cruel words, words that were not his, but had hurt me all the same. I couldn't hold back the irrational flood of tears for the man in my dreams who did not resemble Edward's personality in the least. I was being stupid and insecure, crying over something I had conjured up during a restless night of sleep and not something based on actual fact or even something that had actually occurred at all.

"Honey," he started, clear worry toning his voice.

"Please tell me, Bella. It hurts to watch you upset and not know how to help." He pressed, hoping to receive some sort of explanation from me.

I sighed, wiping under my eyes and decided it was best to be out with it. I was too jaded by everything right now to even bother with lying—I was exhausted, they would end up sounding like lies anyway. And, why should I feel the need to lie to Edward? We didn't do that—why should I sully our relationship with starting the habit now?

"I had a dream that you were with another woman," I blubbered out, my voice barely audible between the desperate sobs.

Edward sighed beneath me.

"We were back in Forks High school, in the English room. I had our baby in my arms as you came in the room with some tramp," I sneered the word, even though she wasn't real person.

Nevertheless, she was still a tramp, real or not.

"You were being..." I searched for the correct word and decided to choose one that wouldn't leave me shuddering in disgust.

"Passionate...with each other." I told him.

His hands continued to stroke my belly; it comforted me.

"I offered to let you hold our baby, but you wouldn't take it. Then you said that you didn't want me anymore, that I was nothing to you." I was successful in hammering out the last of my words before fully breaking down.

"Shh," Edward soothed lovingly.

"Bella, it was just a dream. I wouldn't have done that to you, ever. Who does this Dream Edward think he is?" he said lightly.

I coughed out a strangled laugh.

"He sure sounds like a mofo." He noted.

"But Bella, what happened last night...it doesn't matter, really. I know you're worried, but you don't have to be. Hell will freeze over before I decided I didn't want you anymore." He said seriously.

I sniffled.

"But what if it freezes over tomorrow?" I queried, quite serious myself.

"Maybe I'll use another circumstance," he mused.

He was contemplative for a moment.

"How about...never," he whispered into my ear.

"Bella, I couldn't imagine a life without you. It scares me that you're scared. I just...I have to stress this to you that I can't go anywhere." He said, his voice growing louder and more certain as he pronounced each word.

I moved my head to look up at his face, bathed in the beginnings of the morning sunlight.

"But...you don't know if you'll love me as long as you say you will..." I said in a small voice.

Edward sighed in exasperation. He grasped my shoulders and moved me off of him. I was about to object and say that I didn't mean to make him upset, until he turned my body to face his. He leaned down a little, steadying his eyes with mine. He ran his hands down my arms before moving them to gently cup my face. He held me firmly.

"Stop it, Bella." He almost growled.

"You still have no idea, do you?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"No idea about what?" I replied.

His thumb rubbed under my eyes to gather the tears.

"You have no fucking idea that whenever you're away from me, I can't fucking breathe. You have no idea that every day, I worry that you'll leave me after realising I'm not good enough to breathe the air around you," His voice cracked.

I sniffled, listening to his every word, his every breath as he poured his heart out.

"If you're in a crowd, I don't see anyone else. As fucking crazy as it might sound, if I had to choose me or you, you would always win out. If I had to choose between you and the rest of the world, everyone else, you would always come first. I can't stand it when you're in pain, emotional or physical. You mean everything to me, more than anything has before. I could be a poor man, living on the street and pissing in a tin can, but if I had you, I'd consider myself luckier than anyone else in the world. I love you. It's time you stopped being so stubborn and fucking believed it when I told you." He finally finished.

I sucked in a breath, a few more tears streaming as I watched his burning eyes fade a little. He had gotten so worked up. And I had been the biggest piece of shit to him. I may as well take a dump straight in his face, with the way I've been acting. And all along, I thought I was the one hopelessly lost in another person. He was just as fucking bad.

"I have been...such a whiney little bitch," my voice full of amazement.

"You know," I started, letting my arms wind around Edward's torso.

He smiled, seemingly satisfied that I believed him now.

"You should write that down, you could put it in your wedding vows. That shit would have the whole place in tears."I said, smiling through my own tears.

He chuckled, kissing me on the forehead.

"Seriously though, you could write kickass greeting cards. You put that on a piece of cardboard with a glass of champagne in the other hand and you're fucking ready."

Edward rolled his eyes before bringing my face to his, crushing his lips against mine. I sighed against his mouth, closing my eyes and tasting his lips.

He snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He leant back, rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him so I was straddling his hips. He brushed my hair from my face before reclaiming my lips. It was passionate, searing with emotion.

I lavished in these moments. I would file these away, keeping them buried inside me so I could reminisce about this time when I was an old woman—hopefully with Edward by my side.

Our lips parted invitingly. His tongue slid into my mouth, gaining him a lusty groan from me. We broke apart for a moment. His hands were firm and urgent against my waist, pulling my tank top up and over my head. I threw it off of the bed, my eyes following his own as they skimmed up my naked body. His eyes darkened. I bit my lip. He sat up slowly, his large, warm hands palming my thighs, gliding over my skin to my ass, sheathed in lace panties. His fingers clutched onto the silky material while his eyes bored into mine with a sudden thirst. I could feel my stomach begin to quiver, the familiar warmth spread throughout my entire body and the moisture that seeped between my legs. He carefully lifted me off of him so I was kneeling above his hips. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his already close to exploding erection. I licked my lips as he let me settle over his tip. His fingers pulled at my panties again and I knew what would come next. With a sexy growl, they were ripped from my body, flicked off to the side before his hands tightly grasped my hips.

I moaned as I let my entrance run over his head, gathering my wetness. I shuddered in raw need. He seemed to share my feelings, his teeth were gritted and his eyes growing darker with hunger every second that ticked by. I let out a shaky breath before finally gliding down his shaft, letting him inside me.

"Ahh, fuck," he hissed, his fingers digging in slightly.

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I slowly rubbed my hips against him. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my arms flailing back before gripping the crumpled sheets at my sides.

I bucked my hips faster, feeling him fill me completely. There would never be anything like it.

"God, you feel fucking great," he growled.

"Fuck, Bella," he groaned, his head falling back in the pillows as the muscles in his abdomen tensed and relaxed.

I ran my fingertips down his chest, he grunted in response, liking the sensation it caused.

I breathed in raggedly, heaving up and down, the motion and the friction between our legs was getting me higher. I was growing close to a climax, shuddering and clenching.

Edward's hands moved up my thighs to my hips, one stayed there between my legs, gently flicking my tender clit which caused me to gasp and thrust faster. His other hand grazed lightly over my stomach before covering my right breast and squeezing gently.

Edward sat up, his abs clenching and our movements becoming more frenzied.

I wailed in ecstasy as he licked his tongue over my hardened nipple. He groaned against my tender skin, taking it in his mouth and sucking gently.

His tongue ran up my chest to my collarbone. I grasped his shoulders firmly, nails biting into his flesh.

"Fuck!" I cried, pleasure rippling through me.

Edward grunted against my neck, moaning gutturally. His arms snaked around my back, holding me to him as I continued to rock against his hardened cock.

He licked and kissed along my neck, raising goose bumps. I shivered, my eyes rolling back in my head. Edward shifted a under me whilst flicking his tongue out to my neck, just below my ear. I gasped at the added sensation. He was hitting a rather tender spot inside me, his tip coming into contact with my right spot. I cried out, unable to take it.

Edward growled into my neck, nipping at the flesh there.

"Jesus!" I shouted.

I moaned as his other hand squeezed my ass, pushing me further against him. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I had fallen from the precipice into the pool of pleasure that was radiating through my body in a mass of convulsions. I tightened around him—groaning loud and uninhibited.

Edward's body began to tense just after mine, he bit down on the skin at the base of my neck just as he came inside me. He let go, breathing hot and heavy onto my shoulder as he loosened up, relaxing his tightened muscles.

"I love you." I whispered.

I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

"I love you, too."

With that, he gently kissed the area he bit down on. The tender flesh was soothed under his soft lips.

It was a healthy way to start the day—it was also followed by another two rounds of hot sweaty, wake-up sex.

~~~___~~~

My nasty semi nervous breakdown had dissipated over the next few hours.

It was a Sunday today, so, we decided to hit the town, just a day out for the two of us.

We followed down the main streets, window shopping before ditching that and arriving at the mall. It was a fucking huge bitch—the size of three footballs fields, or more. It had three or four stories, I wasn't sure, looking up gave me vertigo.

It was funny, I used to look into my future and get vertigo—the idea of planning ahead had me scared and uncertain. Now, with my future solidly at my side, the vertigo disappeared.

I was a transformed woman, really. And I could say that without feeling like a giant douche, because I was a grown woman, not some pubescent or 'coming of age' woman, like your Dad tells you you are just because you had to buy a box of tampons. I was really feeling myself growing into my maturity.

As I linked my fingers with Edward, grinning up at him in triumph, it was easy to see just how far I'd come from the scary little teenage freak show that fell in love with her teacher. Although, I knew I still had that element inside me, no matter how many tequila shots I drank.

Being a teenager was all about competing, achieving your goals, winning. Well, I fucking hit the mother lode with this one. I squeezed Edward's hand, as I caught sight of a baby goods store.

He grinned and let me lead him as I weaved our way through the bustling crowds.

Any other day, I would have poked my own eyes out, but there must have been something in the air. I felt like being cheerful. Maybe a dentist office exploded, leaking happy gas into the city.

Whatever the reason, I was surprisingly happy to go shopping. I found a gap in the throngs of people standing in my way. I gripped Edward's hand behind me and began ploughing through these mother fuckers. My eyes made purchase with the glass windows of the little shop. I entered without hesitation, pulling Edward in with me, away from the craziness.

"Fuck, maybe they need the fire department out here," I commented, blowing a stray piece of hair from my forehead.

"Why is that?" Edward asked, amused.

"Well, jeez, those bitches need to be hosed down! There's more screaming and caterwauling than an Aerosmith concert," I chided, slowly walking through the fixtures.

Edward chuckled and shook his head.

We stopped at a rack of tiny little onesies. I clucked my tongue and sighed.

"They are so fucking adorable!" I squeaked, picking one from the rack

It was white, thick cotton and had a picture of Kermit the frog on the bib. I moaned in awe—I just wanted to cry it was so fucking cute. I also needed to buy the kid some little mini shoes so I could stare at them too. And, I also wanted a shirt that said 'newbie', 'all mommy wanted was a backrub', or 'my mom is a fox'. That would be awesome. Edward stared at the little bib for a moment before a sly smile crept across his face. I frowned.

"Don't you like it?" I asked, pouting.

He laughed.

"No, no, it's not that...I just...I couldn't help but think of a joke after looking at it," he smiled.

I waited.

"Okay, well, why can't Miss Piggy count to 70?" he asked.

I stared at him, dumbstruck. I was never good at figuring out jokes. I shook my head and shrugged.

"Because she gets a frog in her throat at 69." He giggled, covering his mouth.

A shout of laughter burst through my lips before I could properly contain it. That was funny. I would have to keep that for later. But, two could play at that game, I did happen to have some very filthy jokes up my sleeve. I playfully slapped Edward's arm as he snickered.

I rolled my eyes, putting the little onesie over my arm and continued my searching.

I smirked to myself and decided to humour him.

"What's the speed limit for sex?" I asked, eyeing some cute little mini Nikes.

"Um, I don't know, what?"

"68, because at 69 you have to turn around." I giggled to myself.

Edward chuckled. Not much of a reaction aye?

"That's not so dirty." He said.

"The idea was there," I defended.

"Okay, what is the meaning of trust?" I asked seriously, although what I was about to say was in no way serious. Edward looked at me levelly before shrugging.

"Two cannibals giving each other blow jobs."

Edward snorted then covered his mouth again. I laughed along with him, peeking over the clothes racks towards the sales assistant who was growing increasingly uncomfortable with our crude exchange of sex jokes.

"Okay," he smiled conspiratorially.

"What's the difference between jam and peanut butter?" he asked, grinning, his eyes alight with a child-like playfulness that tugged at my heart. But, unfortunately I had to burst his bubble.

"Heard it. The answer is, you can't peanut butter your dick up a chick's ass." I said, smiling coyly.

Edward sighed, defeated.

I laughed and trotted over to the girl's section. They had beautiful little sundresses—every colour available, it was a fucking rainbow junction. Edward bought me all the baby clothes I picked out, ater losing our little battle. The next place we paused at was a lingerie shop. I groaned inwardly when Edward wanted to take a peek. I sighed and let him have his fun—it wasn't everyday he could come here, after all, it would look a little gay.

The woman behind the desk smiled at us as we entered and made a move to assist us. I bit my lip and averted my gaze, growing embarrassed already as Edward held up a pair of silk panties and a garter belt. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the woman to seek someone else but she appeared at our sides regardless.

"Hello," she said sweetly. I sighed and smiled back tightly, Edward remained in awe as he stared at the material, or lack thereof.

She glanced to Edward sceptically then back at me.

"Um, is this your brother...?" she enquired brazenly, motioning toward Edward who dropped the panties and turned his attention back on us.

"Uh," I frowned, a little burnt by her assumption.

"No, he's my fiancée." I corrected with a slight feeling of victory—fucking bitch.

She was blond and fake—just like my nightmares. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Listen lady, I don't know what you do with your brother but why the fuck would I be in a lingerie store with mine?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

Her eyes shot straight to my belly and her eyebrow cocked menacingly.

She smirked.

"Forgive me," she murmured sarcastically.

"Oh, I'll do more than that, bitch," I spat angrily.

Edward started to move closer to me, probably for safety reasons. I mean, the girl was a string bean, she wouldn't be able to survive if I clawed her fuckin' face off. He was moving his hand toward mine, preparing to pull me back before I went postal on Tits McGee here.

"Excuse me?" she snapped, mirroring my pose as if she was tough—oh no, honey.

"Ladies, come on," Edward coaxed but I kept going.

"You know, maybe you assumed that because you think you're hot, that you would have had a chance with him...but I gotta say, I'm surprised you don't shatter the mirrors in this place."

The girl scoffed and stepped closer, getting into my face, I clenched my fists but felt Edward's hands circle around them, restraining me.

"What are you? 17? And pregnant?" she sneered reproachfully, as if she was all high and mighty.

Where the fuck did this stranger get off on lecturing me?

"I'm 19, you inarticulate whore. And I'll bet your vagina has more diseases than a third world country!" I screeched.

She lunged, Edward took the moment to swing me out of the way and drag me the hell out of that fucking store before I really tore that slut up. Tits McGee shrieked profanities after us but Edward grasped my hand tightly, not letting me go until we were well away from the lingerie store.

We stopped outside of a Krispy Kreme—just the right kind of antidote to the situation. Edward halted, hastily sauntered over to the counter and bought me a donut. He sat me down at one of the tables and handed it to me with a serious expression.

I ravaged the donut, biting into it harshly as I stared at him.

My mouth was full of food but his eyes looked extremely fiery.

"You know," he began, his voice a bit strained and husky.

I perked an eyebrow—I knew that voice.

"That was really fucking hot what you did in there," he commented, watching my tongue as I licked the sugar off my lips.

My mouth curled into a lop-sided smile—my mouth was still full at this point.

He kissed me on the lips, gathering some sugar with his tongue. God, I fucking wanted him so bad. I glanced around us at everyone we were surrounded by. I wouldn't be partial to a public fuck.

I groaned as his eyes darkened a few shades, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and standing up. I discarded the last few bites of my donut, in search of a private enough place to ravish my fuck-hot fiancée.

It sure shows how hormones can affect your mood. I had gone from giddy, to furious, then straight back to horny like I was this morning. Just thinking about letting Edward fuck me in a changing room had me growing uncomfortable between my thighs.

We found an almost empty clothing boutique.

Fucking perfect.

I slowed my jogging to walking, attempting a look of casualness and not look like I was going to defile the dressing room. We nonchalantly shuffled past the few other patrons, goofy, excited smiles on our faces. I grabbed a shirt off of one of the displays, making it look like I had pure intentions on entering the small corridor.

I pulled Edward closer then shoved him through one of the open doors. I ran in after him, closing the door and locking it. As my back was turned, Edward's mouth claimed my neck. I gasped, my arm moving around to hold his face there, running through his bronze locks. I tugged hard enough to make him growl against my skin. My heart thudded as I thought about how spontaneous this was, how at any moment, someone could realise what we were doing in here. My cheeks flushed uncontrollably, Edward kissed up and down my neck, nipping at my flesh and causing me to whimper as my panties pooled with moisture.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth as he pulled my woollen cardigan off my shoulders. He then gently trailed his fingers over my bare arms, gently tugging the straps of my tank top off. I was breathing hard, my heart labouring with the intensity.

He didn't bother with teasing me—this was all about hunger and insane desire for one another.

Apparently being feisty seemed to turn him on—I should do it more often.

He turned me around, pulling my shirt all the way off, practically ripping the material. I was wearing one of my white lace bras beneath it today—this just made him go fucking bat shit crazy.

He grasped my hips, pulling my jeans down until they circled my ankles. I breathed hard but smiled in satisfaction. I was in my underwear, half-naked while he was still dressed. That wasn't fair, it was about to change. I brought his face down to mine , running my tongue over his bottom lip before opening his mouth with mine and plunging my tongue in. He groaned, I pulled his body closer. His hands worked over my body, unclasping my bra and hooking into the waistband of my panties as I tore his shirt from his chest and brought his jeans down to his ankles which he proceeded to kick off. I brought his boxers down after that, revealing his awaiting erection—throbbing with need.

I moaned as he finally got my panties off my legs, his fingers exploring my sopping wet folds causing me to whimper and moan against his hard shoulder.

He growled into my hair, his tip grazing across my naval. He hissed as I grasped it tightly in my hand. He grasped my shoulders then, turning me around and bending me over the little bench that sat on the side wall of the cubical. He kicked my legs open, spreading my hot centre for his full viewing. He leant down, his head grazing my entrance as his hot breath hit my ear. He kissed my neck, brushing my hair back with his right hand as his left squeezed my ass. I whimpered, needing him inside me. He chuckled, his stubble tickled my cheek before his teeth grazed my earlobe.

"Wet for me already, Bella?" he asked mockingly.

I nodded vigorously, panting away.

"Do you want it, Bella? Tell me." He growled.

"Oh, fuck yes, Edward. Fucking, fuck me already!" I hissed, trying to remain inconspicuous.

He groaned softly before plunging inside of me. His hands grasped my waist tightly, not wanting to send my head bashing into the wall—not that I cared at the moment.

He moaned as he entered me again and again.

I was purring like a kitten, his cock filling me, hitting me in just the right spots.

Pure fucking bliss.

I held on for dear life as he pounded me into oblivion. Each thrust was met with a whimper of my own. I was sweating slightly, my skin flushed with a shade of pink. Edward panted behind me, his throbbing shaft sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.

He was going so deep!

Our bodies slapped together rhythmically, creating a sort of natural melody, better than any birdsong I've ever heard.

He fucked me hard, and he fucked me well.

My hands clenched into fists as I neared what was soon to be a fantastic orgasm. I drew in short, shallow breaths, feeling him strain to keep pumping when he was ready to let go too.

I bit down on my lips to keep from wailing, or screaming out his name, although he wouldn't be too upset about that part. My inside walls clenched around him and he couldn't take it anymore. He moved his hand around my thigh, coming in between my thighs from the front. He began to stroke me gently. I shivered, going up on another orgasmic high only to feel that point of ecstasy and the wave of pleasure that toppled down after it. Edward's hands tightened, his movements became faster, speeding up almost to the point of my third climax when he finally came, exploding inside me like Mt. Vesuvius. I tried controlling my breathing as he slowly extracted himself from me. He leaned down then to place soft, tender kisses over my shoulder blades and spine.

I shuddered once more—I fucking loved shopping.