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1:09 A.M. The death toll of people and rescue workers continues to climb as the missing persons are found.
1:11 A.M.
"Oh, Bella, Bella, Bella," Edward repeated, stroking my face as I lay in his arms on the floor.
"Edward?" I whispered, my eyes finally opening little by little.
"Yes, my love. I promised you I'd come back in one piece," Edward whispered, kissing my forehead.
"But…you're missing," I sobbed, tears falling freely from the creases in my eyes.
"I was. But I'm back now. I'm here," He smiled, his own tears forming. "When I was under the rubble trying to escape, your face, and Schuyler's, were the only things going through my mind. You both are my life."
I sobbed, leaning up to kiss him for the first time upon his arrival. The life in me was back again.
"We lost Mike and Eric," Edward's voice cracked with despair as he remembered his fellow firefighters.
"Oh, Edward," I breathed.
Edward stood up, carrying my exhausted body with him. I was amazed he still had the strength to do even that.
"I meant what I said, I love you more than you know." Tears began to roll slowly down Edward's cheeks as he walked up the steps.
"I know," I fought back more tears. Edward gently lay me on the bed, staring into my eyes all the while. Finally, he lay ontop of me, his soot-covered body enveloping my own. Normally, I would have protested about my dirty husband, but tonight, I barely noticed. He trailed kisses all over my face and neck, as we both silently cried.
Touching each other gently, slowly, and carefully, we began to undress. Our grief for the events of the day turned into a burning passion for one another. Our kisses hungrily searched for each other, building up an intensity of emotion.
Our love-making had never before been so sensual, passionate, or full of desire. All of our emotions created beautiful movements, moving in sync with one another. We connected with each other, both physically and emotionally. And for those precious moments, everything was right in the world.
Afterwards, I lay in Edward's arms, protected and loved.
I'll be coming home,
Wait for me.
The song played on.
Now, it'll be continued (and extended) from Edward's/Jasper's POV, and maybe even Alice's, Emmett's, and Rosalie's...
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