a/n: This is my first lemon... with a little transition thrown in as well...

I do not own Edward and Bella... but I really like them very, very much...

The next thing I remember is waking up under my blanket in a pitch black bedroom. I look over at the alarm clock on Edward's side of the bed and am relieved to see Edward blocking my view. At least he came to bed tonight and didn't fall asleep downstairs on the couch. I sit up and look at the clock… 4:47am. I notice the alarm had not been set and crawl over the top of my husband and lean over to turn on the alarm. As I pull back I feel his arms wrap around me holding me in place, against his chest. I try to push away, but he won't let me go.

"Edward," I whisper. He leans his head up and kisses my throat and then my chin. I can't help myself, as angry as I have been over the last few days, all I want to do was be with the man I love. I tilt my head down crushing his lips with my own. His hands find their way to my hair and he begins to push and pull, guiding my face where he wants it to be. His mouth finds my neck where he begins nibbling and sucking until he reaches the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, knowing that caressing that spot would completely dissolve any reservations I may have had. He was playing me perfectly, making me want him.

One hand releases my hair and comes to sit on my shoulder. His fingers began tracing the edge of my tank, running firmly down and around my back and then as light as a feather when he reaches the front. After the first circuit, when his fingers come to the top of my breast I lean into his hand, seeking more friction. He smiles against my lips and sighs, "What do you want Isabella?"

"You, baby, I want you," I whisper and grind myself against him.

He kisses me again and then pulls back, "Yes, I can tell that you want me," he nips at my collar bone, "but what do you really want right now, right this second?"

"God, baby…" My forehead falls to his shoulder. I turn my face so my lips are against his ear, "I want you to show me how much you love me." I feel a tear fall from my eye, "I need to feel it, baby, please," I beg.

He slowly rolls us onto our sides and then he kisses me gently. "Anything for you, my love," he whispers in turn. He kisses me again, this time he deepens the kiss as he wraps me tightly in his arms. He slows the kiss and pulls back. He sits up in the bed and asks me to do this same. Once he has me sitting up in front of him, he places his long, lean legs on either side of me. He rests his forehead against mine while his hands ghost up my arms, to my shoulders, up my neck, causing me to shiver, before eventually stopping on each side of my face. I feel him lean back and I looked up into his eyes. "I love you Bella, so much," he sighs and then, before I could answer, he kisses me again.

As he kisses me his hands make their way to the bottom hem of my tank. His fingers begin to trace around the waist of my pants tickling me and making me squirm against him in the process. He smiles against my lips, amused at my predictable reaction. His hands snake under my shirt and then he gently pulls it up over my head. His mouth begins to make its' way down my neck to my chest where he begins teasing me through my bra. I reach down to pull his shirt over his head as he reaches behind me to undo my bra. He pulls me to him, crushing me into his chest and sighs into my hair, "You are so beautiful." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his sweet mouth. It is so easy to get lost in him when he is being so adoring and attentive.

He pushes away from me slightly and begins to pepper my chest with nips and kisses. I arch my back granting him easier access to my chest. When he gets to my breasts I lift my legs over his so that I am almost straddling him. Once he begins to lick and ..god. nibble and .. suck, I am lost. I want him so badly that I am panting and my body is aching for him to do more. I need more. I push myself forward so that our centers are perfectly aligned giving me just enough friction. But, it's really not enough and I grind down harder needing more.

Edward groans against my breast and I know that he wants more, too. He picks me up and lays me back down on the bed. His lips find mine and our kisses become more heated and even more intense. He finds his way over to my ear, where he breathes, "I love you," sending chills down my spine. He kisses down my neck, to my shoulder and then across my collar bone. He makes his way down to my chest and lingers for a moment, teasing one nipple with his mouth while rolling the other between two fingers. He's only there for a moment before he continues to kiss his way down my body. He lingers around my navel and then sits up between my legs. Edwards' eyes meet mine and he smiles, "You are…. So…," he shakes his head and then his hands reach up to the waistband of my pants as he asks, "Lift?" I quickly oblige and raise my hips. As he pulls my pants away from my hips he place a kiss on each hip bone and then at the top of my sex. My hips buck forward and I become very aware of the throbbing between my legs. He continues to leisurely pull my pants down my legs placing sporadic, wet kisses on my newly exposed skin. Edward shifts for a moment as he, not only finishes removing my pants, but takes his off as well. The cool air, and the loss of my very hot husband, raises goose bumps on my body causing me to shiver against the bed.

In an instant, Edward is naked and back beside me on our bed. He begins kissing the crook of my elbow as one of his hands finds my breast. He begins to tease me with his hand as he works his way up my arms to my neck. His hand begins to trail its' way down my stomach. He teases around my navel and then heads further down, tickling as he goes. His fingers gently stroke my engorged lips and I gasp.

"Love, you are so wet," he says into my ear. He gently bites down on my ear lobe and I push myself against his hand.

"Please, baby?" I whine. I want him so badly that I am on the verge of begging. I arch against him and his fingers slip inside me while his thumb brushes my clitoris.

"Yes, okay, Love." He hovers over me, positioning his body between my legs. He leans down and kisses me. I feel him begin to push into me and I moan. He absorbs my moan with his mouth and tongue. I push up with my hips wanting all of him. Our movements are slow and steady and they feel so good. He leans back onto his knees and lifts me up by hips so that my butt is off the bed. He knows that this angle will send me over the edge, but he ensures this by stroking my clit with his thumb. I can feel it building and I move my hips against his, pushing myself over the edge. I begin to shake and writhe against him and he holds me up keeping us together.

I open my eyes to see Edward looking down at me. He smiles and I smile back, as I try to catch my breath. "I love making you cum," he says with his crooked-grin plastered on his face.

"I love it when you make me," I joke back. I reach up and stroke his scruffy cheek, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He shifts and leans forward and kisses me. He begins to move again, slowly at first and then the next thing I know he has rolled us over so that I am sitting astride my beautiful husband. I look down at him and I can't help but smile. His hair is a disheveled mess, his green eyes are sparkling and his defined chest is damp with sweat. He's the epitome of sexy.

I lean down and kiss him and begin moving my hips against his. It feels so good. His hands are on my hips helping guide my motions. I sit up and keep moving against him and I know it won't take me long. One of his hands comes between my legs and works my clit while the other teases a nipple. And that's all it takes to make me cum, again. While I spasm around him, he thrusts up into me reaching his climax.

I fall down against his chest and he wraps his arms around me. He rolls us onto our sides and we fall asleep together. Completely in love and satisfied with one another… at least in this moment.

The alarm goes off too soon. It's 7:00am and I could really use a couple more hours of sleep. The kids' alarms start going off and I pull myself up and out of bed. I look over and saw that Edward was already gone. I don't even remember him leaving. I must have been exhausted.

I get dressed. I get the kids moving. We go downstairs. They eat breakfast, brush their teeth and hair and then head off to school. Jason wakes up and comes downstairs. We have breakfast together. Today is Friday and today I clean the bathrooms and vacuum the entire house. Jason follows my upstairs as I tow the vacuum up behind me. He sits in the loft and begins watching cartoons. I start on our bathroom and am immediately disgusted by Edwards' facial hair that is scattered all over the sink and counter. It's just one more thing that I have to clean up every single week. It's just one more thing that I have to take care of that isn't a mess that has anything to do with me. UGH! I begrudgingly clean up the hair and then finish the rest of the room. When I get to the kids bathroom I am absolutely disgusted by how filthy they are. I bite the bullet and get it done, cussing at every turn along the way. After I finish the bathrooms, I vacuum the bedrooms and the loft and then head downstairs for lunch. Jason and I eat and then I continue cleaning, first the half-bath and then vacuuming the other rooms.

I finish in plenty of time to take a few minutes for myself. I make up a cup of tea and turn on the TV. I feel better today and I have in the last week and I want to figure out why… Edward was sweet yesterday. He was sweet with kids and sweet with me. He hadn't made love to me like that in quite some time. I honestly couldn't remember the last time it was that tender and that sweet and was all about me. I realize that he has once again, he has dazzled me with his charm and a sweet look. He came home, yesterday, and played the computer rather than eat supper with his family. When I asked him to come and talk to me he refused and continued to play the computer. All he did was just pay a little more attention and even that was at his convenience. I shake my head in frustration. I head to the kitchen for my cell phone and see that I missed his lunch-time call and I decide to call him back.

"Hello, love," he answers.

"Hey, Baby. How's your day going?"

"Good so far. You sound better today, how's your day been?" he asks.

"I cleaned the bathrooms, which was absolutely disgusting."

"Fun…"

"Yeah, right. Do we have anything going on tonight?" I ask.

"Nope," he answers.

"Well, we need to talk to night." There is a noticeable pause on his end of the line.

"Ummmm... Why don't we go out to dinner tonight?"

"Who can we get to watch the kids on this short of notice?" I know that if we go out to dinner we won't really talk and that he's trying to get out of talking to me.

I hear him sigh, "Let me call my Mom and see if she can take them for the night."

"Oh, ok." Maybe we will get a chance to talk.

"Let me go and I will call you after I talk to her."

"Ok… love you."

"Love you, too."

We hang up and I decide to head up to my room and drink my tea. The kids will be home soon and I just need a few minutes to myself. Jason is still in the loft, but now he's looking at books while cartoons play across the TV. He's such an easy going little guy.

My cell phone chimes and I look to see that it is a text from Edward.

2:36 Mom said she'd come and get the kids around 4 –E

I text him back

2:37 K –B

The kids will be excited. They haven't spent the night at the Grandparents house in a month or so. I sit down in my chair and finish my tea. It only takes me a few minutes and then I head to Jay's room to pack him a bag for the night. The older boys can do theirs when they get home.

a/n: We get to meet Esme in the next Chapter... and maybe e and b will have a "real" conversation... who knows?!

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