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IMPORTANT: I have wanted to post for a while now but my health issues have been really bad lately and so I have not been allowed on the computer because I MUST avoid stress at all costs. So what I did because I really wanted this posted, was write it in a notebook and my cousin typed it up for me and my mother posted it.

The indecision in my bronzed haired husbands eyes was easy to read. He was torn between wanting to give in to his body's demands and do what in his mind he considered the right thing. He wanted to be a noble and 'save' me. Funny thing was he wanted to save me from himself. Shouldn't he of thought of that before marrying me?

I may be known as the heartless bitch of La Push and I won't deny that. Just because I am apparently heartless, it does not mean I can't see my husband's point of view on this entire situation. I understood why Edward considered himself a monster. The reasons were the same ones I used to define him as a soulless killer before I had gotten the chance to meet him. Though over time my opinions of him and the rest of his family had drastically changed.

While I still did not overly like the fact he was of the undead variety, I could no longer blame him for what he was. Even if I still held the resentment for him I once did, it wouldn't even come to close to the hate he held for himself. Edward would never ever be able to let go of the past. And people thought I was bad with how long it took me to get over the whole Emily and Sam thing? Atleast it hadn't taken me over a century.

"Leah..." My name was a whisper on his lips as his eyes drilled into mine almost as if he were searching for something. Some clue as to tell him what I was feeling and thinking. What was he looking for exactly? If he was searching for hate he wouldn't find it.

Well he wouldn't find hate for him anyways. I held plenty of hate inside of me just not for him. I held hate for Sam that much was obvious. The first man I had ever loved and gave everything I was to. I hated him for turning me into the bitter bitch everyone hated.

I hadn't always been this way you know. I used to be sort of nice. I used to smile and laugh. I used to have hopes and dreams for the future and nothing could ever bring me down. I was the girl everyone went to when they needed a cheerful lift.

That all changed when Sam crushed the girl I once was and transformed her into who I was now. The good thing about what my douche bag of an ex did? He brought me Edward Cullen. If not for his betrayal of my heart I would've never found my soulmate.

On a side note, I may not like the fact my soulmate was a bloodsucker but if not for that little kink in his personality we would never have met. If that had happened I would still be the heartbroken Leah of my past. Someone I never wanted to meet again if I could help it. Though if Edward made the wrong move in the next few minutes, I would be reunited with that girl alot sooner than I wished.

A cold hand resting against my cheek brought me out of my deep thoughts. Geeze since when did I have deep and meaningful thoughts? The Cullens really were a bad influence on me. If I didn't keep and eye out they could end up convincing me to go back to school and getting a degree in something like medicine or a docurate in Astronomy or something. It seemed like Carlisle would never listen to my rant about how not everyone could be an Einstien in training.

Frowning, I looked up into a pair of golden eyes full of pain, a bit of anger, and...Lust? "Edward?" I spoke softly and then I mentally cursed myself for being so weak.

Since when did I start acting all shy and unsure? Where was the confident kick ass she wolf that was me? Why was my behavior suddenly so different? Deep down I knew what was wrong. I was scared. Well terrified would be more accurate of a term. I was terrified of loosing my leech. If I lost him I know I wouldn't be able to recover like I had with Sam. Sure I had turned into a bitch when Sam left but atleast that was some semblance of living.

Your probably thinking, 'it wouldn't be to bad to deal with. It's not like she imprinted or anything.' Well this my reply to all you fuckers who think that. Go and suck my giant non existant penis! And while your down there you can suck my non existant balls too.

Just because I happened to not imprint on Edward, that does not mean we don't belong together. The only thing my not imprinting means is that I truly love him and wasn't forced to love him. So I say high five to me for finding love the normal way, the human way. Besides, Edward once told me he was glad I had never imprinted because he wouldn't know if I loved him because I wanted to or because I had no other choice.

He also told me that another reason he was happy for the not imprinting was because when a person imprints their mind seems to 'dim' or so he says. He said it was almost as if the part of their mind which was free will had been stripped away making their minds signifigantly smaller and only focused on one thing. To make there imprints happy.

Edward told me he couldn't live with me if I was like that. He said it would be to hard, knowing who I had been before the imprint imprisioned me. He claimed he couldn't bear to see the zombie I would turn into. A mindless drone or as he called it, 'Stepford Leah.' I wonder now if he still beleived that. I'm thinking right this moment he did wish I had imprinted because then I wouldn't argue with him about the no sex rule.

"Leah," He paused for a moment and instead of speaking he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand before flipping it over and trailing his fingers over the length of my face. He repeated this action a few times before he finally continued speaking. "Why do you torture me so? You must know I only want what is best for you. I love you and as your husband it is my job to take care of you."

Against my wishes, I could feel my lips pull away from my teeth as a snarl made its way past my lips. "I never asked for you to take care of me did I? Also, I didn't realize how much of a hassle it must be for you to look after me. It is your job after all." I snapped as I rose to my feet and pushed his hand off of my wrist.

How dare he refer to me as a job? What was I then? Just some task he had to complete? Marriage shouldn't be referred to as a job. I mean sure it was something you had to work at but it wasn't a job. Marriage should be something you wanted. Did he even want to be married to me? Did he really love me at all? Or had I just been a cover? The final peice to play the part of loving mother and wife since Bella left?

Before I could even take one step he was blocking my way. His ice like hands clutching my bare shoulders and his fingers digging into my skin. When I tried shrugging his hand off the grip only tightened. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin and a slight sting caused me to realize how hard he was actually clutching me. His nails were digging into my skin and it actually hurt a little bit. This bit of news suprised me since I had never known Edward to hurt anyone or anything besides the animals he hunted.

When I put my hands on his chest and pushed trying to knock him off balance, he did not move and inch. His body was like granite and I knew I couldn't move him in my human form. I could always phase but then again that took energy and I really didn't have any at the moment.

I was strangely tired. Not the normal need eight hours of sleep tired either but like dead tired. I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up. My body was tired and so was my mind. I was damned tired and I just wanted to rest. Why couldn't Edward let me rest? What else did he want from me? I had him given my heart and soul. When I tried giving him my body he didn't want it. What else was left?

I felt cold fingers under my chin and soon I was blinking tiredly into his golden orbs. "What now? What do you want from me? For fucks sake Cullen there is only so much that a girl can take before she cracks and goes all-"

My rant was suficiantly cut off when his cold marble lips molded with my warm ones. Being caught of guard by the sudden move, I briefly considered the idea I may have hit my head harder than I thought when I fell from the cliff. Deciding I didn't care if this was real or not I began to move my lips against his.

His cool, overly sweet, (and unneeded) breath fanned over my face and the scent made me dizzy with desire. Moving slowly so not to startle him because real or not I wanted this to last, I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. Sometime during this maneuver I realized this was no delusion and I really was kissing my husband.

Joy suddenly replaced my earlier anger and feelings of tiredness. Overriding the joy though was an intense wave of want. I needed him and I planned to get what I wanted. After all wasn't that the plan from the very start? Maybe this day would end even better than I could've hoped for.

Removing one of my hands from the back of his neck I tangled it in his hair. I tugged roughly and felt him growl against my lips. I could not help but smile at his reaction and tugged even harder on his bronzed locks. My other hand which was still resting on the back of his neck, slowly traced circles on his pale skin. When my fingers suddenly relaxed and then tightened causing the nails to sink into his flesh, his hips bucked upwards into mine.

Cool hands traveled down my back to cup my ass. I groaned in delight as his cold fingers caressed my russet skin. He let his hands rest on my bum for a few seconds before easily lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. I made sure to lock my ankles together so I could more easily press my lower body against his.

Damn his stupid designer jeans! Clothes really should be illegal. Wait I take that back. It should only be illegal for Edward Cullen to wear clothes. There that was much better. If I wasn't careful I may end up seeing Billy Black or Charlie Swan in the buff...Do I even need to say eww?

My husband never moved his lips from mine except to let me get my breath. Currently his tongue was flicking against mine. It was a strange feeling to have his tongue in my mouth. The only way I can describe it would be to say it sort of reminds me of sucking on a popsicle. That is what the cool temperature reminded me of anyways.

I rotated my hips and I could feel him stiffen against me. I repeated the action while sucking on his tongue. Don't think I was doing all the work though because my bloodsuckers hands weren't just holding me to him. While one hand rested against my back to securely hold me to his body, his other hand had some how made its way from my waist up to my breast which he was now fondling. His thumb made quick fast paced circles over my nipple cause my body to uncontrobably arch into him.

When I pushed my body into his this caused my neck to be bared when I threw my head back at the feeling of him pressed against me in my most intimate spot. His lips left mine to attact themselves like a leech (no pun intented!) to my pulse point. I whimpered when he sucked the skin into his mouth in his way of marking me since he couldn't bite me unless he planned to kill me. His tongue swept over the patch of now purple flesh when he had finished.

Without any warning to him I grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it down the middle sending buttons flying in every direction. I pushed the now torn fabric over his shoulders and down his arms. Leaning forwards I pressed a kiss on his shoulder before slowly peppering kisses down his chest. My eyes watched his close as a small smile overtook his expression and he sighed in contentment. All part of my plan.

Since he was distracted and had his eyes tightly closed, I slid one hand down his chest over his abs and to the waist band of his jeans. I held my breath and mentally cheered when his expression didn't change. He must not realize what I planned to do. I knew if my hand reached my destination then he would be helpless to say no. If he tried I was damn sure my hand could change his mind if you get my drift. My hand could be very convincing when it had to be.

My fingers undid the button with a speed I did not even know I had within me. It was all going according to plan until I got to the zipper. As I began to slide it down I felt his cold fingers which were hard as steele, lock around my wrist as he tugged my hand away.

"Leah no. You know why I can't." I felt despair begin to surface and I tried with all my might to squash it back down. I should have known better than to get my hopes up. I rested my head against his shoulder so he would not be able to see my defeated expression.

"But," My head snapped up to look at him in wonderment. But? But what? This could only be good news right? "You were right about me being selfish my love. I never took the time to realize that by protecting you I was also ignoring your needs as a woman. I was a selfish bastard and for that I am sorry. I promise you I will never do something so uncaring in the future. I won't make love to you Leah. I cannot risk you just for my own pleasure. Yet, I know I cannot ignore your needs. So I have come to a compromise."

A compromise? What kind of- Oh my god! Edward had moved so quickly my mind did not have time to process this. Before I could blink I was on my back in the soft sand with my husband between my legs. I had forgotten about being naked and because of this the feeling of his tongue against my entrance startled me.

"Never again will I ignore you or your needs Leah. Let me prove my love for you. Let me give you this." He whispered against my thigh before lowering his head once again.

His hands gripped my thighs before lifting them over his shoulders so he was able to get better access. I could feel the muscles in my thighs tighten and quiver when his tongue traced the pattern of my outer lips. My fingers wanted to grab something so they settled for tangling in his hair.

I thought I would scream when his tongue finally entered me. The cold caused a sweet tingling to ripple in waves from my toes to the top of my head. My head lolled to the side so it could rest in the sand. My breathing was erratic and I could hardly form a thought. The quick pace of his tongues movements made a fog fill my brain.

He was moving faster than a human could and I can't tell you how good it felt. Words cannot describe the feelings he was creating. They were coming to fast and it made my body and my mind numb with pleasure. He would first slide in as far as he could go, swirl his tongue around as if savoring my taste, and then pull his tongue out to repeat the process.

"Edward, Edward fuck! Feels so..fuck fuck fuck Edward!" I panted and cringed when I noticed how needy I sounded but Edward must have enjoyed my flustered state since it made his movements speed up.

"Come on Leah. Cum for me my darling. Cum for me Leah." The way he growled my name plus the feeling of his tongue on my clit was enough to throw me over the edge. My thighs tightened and locked around his head, holding him in place and my back arched. My hands fell from his hair as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over my body. The only sound I could make was saying his name over and over again.

I lay there in the sand trying to catch my breath while Edward kissed his way up my body. When he reached my lips he ran his tongue (how he could still have the energy to move I couldn't comprehend) over my lips until they parted and he explored the cavern of my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and the taste was actually not half bad since it was mixed with his unique flavor.

When he was satified with the exploration of my mouth he turned to lay on his side. Bringing his arm around my waist he pulled my body into his and kissed my shoulder blade. "Satisfied love?" His tone was content.

Turning in his embrace until I faced him I streched before punching him lightly in the arm. "You cheated!" I declared and snuggled deeper into his embrace. "Don't think your off the hook leech. Just because you distracted me for now it does not mean you win. I will have my way and you will fuck me. Next time I assure you you'll be the one begging for more as I plead with you to cum for me."

Our eyes locked and I could tell from his expression that he both feared my promise while at the same time he craved it. No more words were spoken as we just enjoyed the bliss of the moment and watched the sun set. Our disagreement could wait until tomorrow I supposed. For now I only wished to enjoy some quiet and relaxing time with my stubborn yet completely loving husband. Besides whether he liked it or not I had already began to form a plan as to how I could thank him properly. Tomorrow was going to be fun that was for sure.

AN: I really hope you all liked this chapter. It is really hard for me to write romance scenes for some reason. I think it's because I get embarrassed for some reason. That and the fact I feel as if turns out to be horrible. I do try my best though and I will admit I think I am getting better at writing smut. Anyways as you can see Leah got something in this chapter. Not exactly what she wanted but it was something. The next chappy is already half written in a notebook so next time my cousin comes over I will try to have her type it up for me. Anyways review and let me know what you thought! By the way, the next chapter may be the last. I haven't decided if I want another shorter chapter after this next one.