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I really need some kind of feed back on the song stuff. I don't mind if you guys do or don't like it, but I need to know whether to keep it or not. I have to go through my iTunes picking out the songs before I post so if it's just a wasted effort it would be really good to know. If it's an appreciated effort than I will continue to post them. I enjoy this part of the story process, but I would like to know your thoughts on the song thing. Thank you very much!

TUNES FOR CHAPTER SIX - VOGUE:

Buddy Holly - Dearest (for when Bella wakes up until Edward leaves.)
Joshua Radin - Girlfriend in a Coma (for Bella's appointment with Carlisle)
The Eames Era - Little Brother (while the guys are at the tux fitting)
Feist - I Feel It All (when the guys come home to Bella doped up)

This chapter felt insanely long to me, but it's SMUT-TASTIC so be happy!! :D YAY HAPPY!

My thoughts on this chapter are restrained because it is so late where I am. I will simply say this: "I wrote it, and it was good."

I also like this chapter for a certain personal experience that I will share with you at the end in my closing author's note.

Please read, enjoy, and review! Your reviews are making it possible to want to stay up until one o'clock in the morning finishing off a chapter. Needless to say, they're very important to me!

I awoke groggily and wondered if I had just dreamed the entire morning. The only proof that I hadn't imagined it all was the fact that I was still in the same robe I was wearing in the basement. Edward was next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist. He was watching me as the battle internally tried to decide if I had walked up here myself or if I had been carried.

"Hello." Edward said quietly but happily.

I just smiled and waved drowsily my throat hurt immensely and I was afraid that talking would make it worse.

"Your throat sore." he asked. I nodded and got up off the bed. "I'll be right back." His words echoed in the emptiness of the room. A glass of water, companied with a white crazy straw was in my hands in less than a minute.

"Alice said that she'd be up here in a few minutes to ask you a few questions. How are you feeling?" Edward wouldn't stop staring at me like he was searching for something to show on my face.

There was a dull ache in my lower stomach, but I'm sure it would hurt worse when I moved around. "I'm okay right now." I croaked.

"I wish I could say you didn't have to talk." Edward chucked.

I shrugged; the sleepies in my eyes weren't helping with keeping me awake. I wondered why I was tired from just a 5-10 minute procedure. "How'd it go?" I asked, hoping Edward knew what I meant by my question.

He did, "Carlisle gave you morphine after you began to wake up from the anesthetic."

"Why didn't he just give me pain killers?" I asked confused.

"We had morphine on hand." Edward said simply, when I still looked confused he continued, "For when you change. Carlisle got some before graduation, just in case. Either medication worked fine. Carlisle said you'll just be uncomfortable for a few days and that any 'activity' for you down there is strictly prohibited. For a few days at least."

I almost laughed. "Well isn't that fantastic." I said sarcastically.

"You're not the only one upset." Edward confessed.

There was a knock on the door and Alice walked in, dawned in a royal blue dress that she and I had picked out together. I didn't want to restrain what they wore to me wedding. I wanted Alice to be able to party in whatever dress she wore. She was the only bridesmaid I had. Angela was going to on some European backpacking expedition on the day of the wedding. Rosalie actually turned down my request, Edward wasn't too happy with her for that one. But in all honesty Alice was the only friend that's always been there for me.

"I love it." I said simply. Alice had only worn the dress once to pick it out. The fitting had only made it look even more perfect on her. It was simply and chic and what we both wanted.

"I do too!" Alice said excitedly. "I can't wait to wear it all day. And it's so comfortable, I'll be able to run around doing everything with out having to worry about how I look."

"Like you really need to worry." I laughed huskily.

"It looks really nice, Alice." Edward spoke.

"Thanks!" Alice smiled giddily. "Bella I'll be up with some samples of flowers. Carlisle said it be good if you didn't move unless you needed to."

The flower picking went by slow because there were three opinions: Alice, Edward, and my own. The bouquets were easy, for it was only Alice and I; we decided on an arrangement of light purple tulips. As for the wedding as a whole went Edward needed convening when it came to flowers. The boys were wearing tiny handkerchiefs in their tuxes so it's not like the flowers would be on the guys. We threw color combinations and elaborate picture imagining in his face. He finally gave in despite his love for the all to classic rose. We let lavender tulips be the main flower for the wedding.

Alice left to place the order and to my discontent, Edward got up off the bed and grabbed my backpack.

"Where do you think your going?" I said looking at him, a little upset.

"Charlie wouldn't like if you were gone for too long." He said
"What time is it?" I asked.

Edward glanced out the window. "It's almost five o'clock."

"But what if I don't want to move?" I held my form again the bed.

"I'll just have to carry you no matter if you wanted to go or not." Edward laughed and pulled back my covers and I was instantly cold.

"I have to change first." I said in disbelief.

Edward looked at me, as though testing me. "Do you want to do everything yourself then?"

"I don't see why not." I forced all of my effort to push myself up off the bed and was in instant pain. I winced and groaned horribly. It was like spontaneous, intense cramps. I collapsed on the bed in a heap of ache.

"Do you want my help now?" Edward asked; there wasn't a smile on his face because I was in pain, but he definitely had the 'I told you so' look plastered to his marble visage.

"I don't want this to be the first time you see me completely naked, if that's what you're asking." It would truly be a wasted moment.

"You have underwear on." Edward coughed almost laughing at the fact that I didn't notice.

I moved my hips a little and felt it for the first time against my skin. "Okay, then yes, help would be great."

Edward lifted me from the bed in the slightest to untie the knot at my back; he removed the gown from me and folded it before searing in the backpack. I lay fresh on the bed, in only my simple blue undies I had on before the examination. Edward retrieved a bra of mine that wouldn't match my bottoms. I slipped my arms through the straps anyways and Edward lifted me again to clasp it to my frame. "Is this torture for you?" I asked, shifting my breasts in my bra until they were comfortable.

"It would be a thousand times worse if you weren't in pain." He smiled, putting a shirt on over my head. "But nonetheless it is extreme torture." Edward scooted my legs over to let them hang over the edge of the bed. My hips were still on the mattress so I wasn't in all that much pain. He began to slip my jeans over my bare legs and up to my thighs.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." Edward said leaning over me so I could reach him. He stood up straight with the hips of my jeans in his hands and pulled them up over me. My feet were only grazing the floor.

He zipped and buttoned them for me, before setting me on my feet, watch my face for discontent, it only hurt immensely when I bent at the waist. "We have some aspirin downstairs for you. Carlisle said that that should keep most of the pain away."

"Where is Carlisle?" I asked.

"He's in the lab in the basement. He told us strictly not to bother him but I can still read his thoughts." Edward was collecting my things from the bathroom and stuffing them in the backpack.

"And…?" I asked, not daring to move that much.

"He's very focused, and thinking about some medical terms that I don't quite understand."

"Well I'm glad I put my egg in the right hands." I smiled.

"And my seed a like." Edward laughed, taking my hand and leading us to the kitchen downstairs. Edward picked me up by the hips so I wouldn't have to fight the stairs. Everyone, save Carlisle and Esme, was in the kitchen leaning over some papers.

I had to stop my spying on the papers as Edward helped me into a seat at the table. When he stood to fetch me a glass of water and some pain relievers, the papers between the family members were gone. I eyed them suspiciously.

"It's a secret." Emmett grinned like a toddler getting a new toy.

Jasper nudged him with his arm, giving him the question 'Why?' in his look.

I was about to roll my eyes when Edward appeared directly in front of me again, handing me my pills and water. When he sat down next to me at the table I could have sworn that there had been some words exchanged between the vampires standing around the island while Edward had conveniently blocked my view. No doubt that human ears could not have heard the words spoken.

Fine, I thought to myself. Someday I would definitely get them all back for this. "Edward, can we have a word?" Jasper asked. "It'll only take a few minutes." Edward, Jasper, and Emmett went outside through the back door. Alice nearly hopped over into Edward's empty seat while Rosalie took her precious time in joining us.

"So give me all the details." Alice really did jump, unlike Emmett who held it in.

"Alice, this is something that I just won't tell you, so just bud out, okay?" I joked. We laughed, including Rosalie, and I decided to go ahead with it, despite my blushing. If all of us had been human we would have popped popcorn and sat in our pajamas, but that was just something that wouldn't happen.

I reassured them that their advice had been well taken and Alice spoke. "Jasper said that Edward feels so incredibly giddy with himself. Like it was the best thing since fast cars."

The saying was since sliced bread, but I let it slide smiling at its replacement.

"You really think he honestly enjoyed himself?" I asked foolishly.

To my surprise, Rosalie answered, "If you seriously have to ask yourself that question then you really don't know how much of a virgin Edward is."

"It's hard to believe that any many would resist the touch of a woman for almost a century, and with Edward's looks it seems impossible." I said honestly.

Rosalie didn't meet my eyes. "I can understand what you mean but Edward's always been old fashion. Just little things like shorter hemlines took forever for him to get over, he found it absurd." Alice nodded. "And it wasn't easy for him to accept how mine and Emmett's relationship was going when we weren't married."

"Oh I remember that." Alice said, the memory coming back to her. "He was so ashamed." Rosalie shrugged one shoulder.

"It was on the cusp of the sixties, no one waited anymore." She reasoned.

The men returned at that moment and Edward grinned at me brightly; glad to see that I survived the inquisition. He walked over to me and stood behind my chair, placing his hands on my shoulders. Edward leaned over the back of my chair and I felt his breath on the side of my cheek. I turned so that our faces met and he kissed me on the mouth, a little more passionately than I expected. His lips were so tender and lingered on every pull of my lips.

We pulled away, still staring at each other and I had completely forgotten that his family filled the room, along with their silence. "Aw…" they all cooed.

"Did you guys see that sweet dear?!" Jasper exclaimed.

"I know!" Alice spoke in astonishment.

"It was so cute!" Rosalie chimed in.

"Adorable." They all looked out the window that was turned away from Edward and I, going on about the false woodland creature. My partner and I laughed quietly, letting out foreheads touch as we looked at each other.

Edward and I laughed as Alice pointed out a bunny, and he helped me stand. The pain wasn't that bad anymore, my medication was kicking in and I sat in the car by myself just fine.

We were finally far enough away from the house for me to be comfortable to talk. Although I was sure the whole family was now watching out the front window, pointing out the sweet little human.

"Before today I would have been able to tell you the limits to making me blush that much for that long of time, but now…" Edward and I looked at each other, he was grinning my absolute favorite smile at me and I smiled back. "This just open up all new realms of possibilities."

"For both our sakes, I hope those realms are never, ever explored." Edward pulled me into his arms in a quick motion; not caring if we were out of rang of the visitors at the zoo or not. He pushed his lips on top of mine, moving them in ways that he rarely used. We were ripped apart as, even I, heard a "woo hoo" echo from the house.

"We're going to have to get used to this kissing big in public thing." Edward confessed, continuing our walk with an arm around my waist.

"Well, we only have to do it once." I smiled.

Edward laugh, "If you believe that you're going to get away with only one kiss from me on our wedding night, you are surely mistaken.

"How long do you think I have to wait before you can do things to me?" I asked as we passed the end of his driveway. My thoughts were still on yesterday morning.

The question must have came out bluntly because he looked taken aback. "Um, Carlisle said that when ever you stop feeling discomfort." Edward glanced over at me; I had my eyebrows raised. "When you stop feeling discomfort without being on any pain relievers."

"Well I hope that's soon." I slumped in my seat.

Three days passed in total sexual irritation. I had promised Edward I would lay about the way I was feeling. I woke up that Friday morning, Edward lying next to me, and was elated as I sat up and no pain arose from my abdomen.

"No pain?" He asked excitedly. I shook my head. "Charlie left hours ago." Edward was beaming with joy.

I grabbed his face to mine, pulling him into a deep kiss without thinking. I pulled away almost instantly after I had realized.

"I can't kiss you right now." I said kicking the covers off of me..

"Why the hell not?" Edward asked, almost angrily.

"I have morning breath." I admitted rushing to the bathroom.

Edward was right where I left him when I returned and I hopped onto him straddling him. We moaned in unison as our lips met and his hands running over my backside. I separated our jaws to remove my shirt, and Edward followed my lead eagerly. We were insanely horny. It was something that neither of us would ever deny.

His hands were on my dangling breasts and I leaned over him with each leg of mine on either side of him. I was instantly glad I hadn't worn a bra to bed last night. His cold palms over my hard nipples were enticingly torture some and were relieving my sexual frustration at the same time.

Edward flipped us gracefully and I groaned as his purposefully ground his hips into mine, I could feel his flesh aching for me already. He pulled away from me and started undoing the drawstrings on my sweats; I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans while he did this. Both of us were breathing heavily and urgently as we worked.

I watched him as he slipped them off me and let his hand feel my (thankfully) smooth legs. Before his light fingers reached my pink thong, I tugged on his jeans and he helped me slide them off of him.

Our lips met again and I felt his hand cup my center as they had just before his brother walked in on us. I moaned deeply and lifted my hips to his hand that started to rub me through my panties. "Edward, touch me." I commanded huskily.

I could have heard him growl, "What do you think I'm doing?" He asked, his lips sucked in a piece of my neck between his lips and I gasped.

"I mean skin to skin." I said clearly.

Edward didn't bother to slide off my underwear, I heard a rip of fabric and barely heard Edward's apology as his cold fingers met my skin.

"You're so wet, Bella." Edward spoke into my neck. One of his fingers pushed passed my folds to run up from my entrance to my bundle of nerves. It stopped there and put some pressure on it. The sounds of my moan echoed in my room and I grabbed the top of my headboard to stabilize myself.

Edward's finger massaged around my entrance before sliding a finger inside of me, I threw my head back and moaned his name loudly, writhing beneath his hand. His lone finger drove in and out of me fiercely and I felt myself begin to clamp around him. I felt a second finger enter, widening and stretching me. I opened my legs more to him, screw promises not to have sex, I wanted his cock to be the one spreading me wide.

His form sank away from me and I opened my eyes to see his face edging nearer with my center. I saw him swallow hard before dipping his head in between my separated legs. I became aware of his cool tongue gliding over the midpoint of my lips. Gasping for air, I held his hair tight against me as he sucked and licked my clit.

"Oh, god." I said noisily. "Yes. Edward." My moans were deafening as his tongue became more fervent.

Edward's fingers slid into me again and I trembled. I was fantastically close; my muscles were twitching around all corners of his two fingers. One last hard intake of my clit made me explode. I convulsed under him as he slid up to kiss me hard. My lubricant was on his lips and I tasted it as he kissed me. His hand was wet on my hip but I didn't care.

We were breathing hard, well, I more than he. I had almost forgotten how he must have been feeling, completely neglected. I felt guilty and let my hand inch it's way down his chest. His words stopped me.

"Wait." He said, his eyes still closed. "Come with me."

I walked naked through the halls to the bathroom, following Edward. My legs were shaking and expression became confused as he closed the bathroom door. "Edward, why-" His mouth was on mine, starving for more, as he push me back towards to opposite wall of the bathroom.

I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers as they ran through his hair. I moaned into his mouth as his hold on my hips lifted me a little off the ground. This was obviously was a good thing. A tiny, almost nonexistent growl was in the back of his throat. His hands were no longer on my hips and his lips were no longer on my mouth. They met up on my throat. I thanked him silently for the permission to breathe.

"We're in here," He said almost breathlessly as he pulled away from me and yanked down his boxer briefs to release his erection. "for the shower."

I nearly moaned hungrily at the thought alone. Taking my hand, he pulled me to the shower. I stepped in, instantly drenched. The hot water enticed me and made the heat in me grow. I turned and waited for him to join me. Edward climbed in and stood next to me, basking in the kindness of the hot water. He finally looked at me and smiled as he pulled me into another hug.

I spoke into his ear over the running water, "My blood is hotter for you than this shower is." He pulled back at my words and eyed me, a brand new hunger in his eyes. A kind of hunger I was completely new to. Our lips met for a minute or two before he pulled back, our foreheads together. "I need you to touch me, Bella." He barely spoke. Our hands touched at the same time, his now on the back of mine, guiding me. My hand wrapped around his penis and I was surprised to feel how extremely hard it was. Maybe it was because it had been so long, but it had never felt this firm before.

My hand moved up and down his shaft. His groaned loudly and I noticed that his eyes were closed. Taking advantage of this, I looked down to see. I gripped my hand around him tighter and started to pick up a little speed. Another loud groan escaped him.

"Bella…" he breathed, a growl in the back of his throat. I grinned at his trust, feeling good in knowing that I was making him feel this way. "I want my mouth on you." I whispered, now staring at his closed eyes. They flew open and met my lustful gaze.

"Just make sure you don't-"

"I know." I interrupted him, kneeling before him.

My tongue touched the tip of him and he leaned against the back of the shower wall, his growling becoming constant enough to seem like a purr. I kept my hand moving as I took his head into my mouth. He moaned my name and placed a hand that wasn't bracing himself on the back of my head in my wet hair. I though I heard him say the word 'more' and I complied, taking him in my mouth all the way. The hand of that wasn't on the base of his cock held his testicles in my palm, rubbing them. Edward's breathing was uneven, loud and coupled with moaning my name as I continued.

I picked up speed until he was repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. I hummed into him, sending vibrations up his shaft. To my surprise he pushed me away and stood me up. Quicker than I could think his hand replaced mine on him and I understood a few moments later. He was responding to me more now, thrusting his hips into my hand with the tempo I set. He was trembling. "Bella." He spoke clearly in passion and lust. I felt his cool release spill on me, noticing it only due to the different temperature between the hot water from the shower and the slightly cold liquid from him.

He moaned again and I watched him as his head thudded against the shower wall, one of his hands releasing my hip and coming to rub his face before looking at me with piercing eyes. I was taken into his arms, and I heard him whisper thank you seductively. I smiled, feeling accomplished.

My smile was replaced with a lustful expression as two of his fingers slipped into me. I opened my eyes with a moan and look at him watching me. His thumb circled my clit while his other two fingers drove into me. "I have to let you know," He began to say, "You taste sweeter than anything else I've ever tasted." I moaned at his words and he took this as a thank you.

He kissed me softly before bending down a putting one of my legs over his shoulders to get access to my soaked pussy. His cold tongue licked me from my entrance to my clit once again. "Oh, Edward…" I moaned. His fingers entered me like before. I lost all control and felt myself start to shake. His mouth and fingers would switch up positions periodically until I arched as my orgasm hit me like a ten-foot wave. I gripped onto his shoulders, as his fingers pumped my second orgasm to it's fullest. I quivered and yelled his name over and over again until I had called out to all kinds of gods, including Edward himself.

He licked me once more before releasing my leg and standing before me. Edward's cock was erect again and wanting more. We wrapped out arms around each other and stood in the hot water, the love from us both connecting our hearts with another unbreakable thread. "I love you." He spoke sweetly into my ear. I kissed his shoulder and smiled, "I love you too, Edward."

We pulled away from each other and smiled, a new and nice kind of embarrassment. Edward grabbed the soap bar and my personal sponge. It wasn't until he touched me with the lathered sponge that I understood. Sighing, I let him wash and touch me. It wasn't lust anymore, just pure love for one another. I could see a different want in his eyes. The want I understood as the one that wanted to analyze and pick out every freckle, scare, or birthmark. He washed from my neck all the way down to my toes, to my tickled delight.

When he finished with me I did the same. I thought I wasn't going to find any permanent marks like mine, but I was wrong. He had several, tiny freckles on his shoulders that looked as though they were frozen under ice. Present, but unreachable… untouchable. A barely there crescent shaped scare was also on his shoulder. I traced it with kisses before washing over it. There were more minor freckles dotted on his thighs and I connected them and realized they formed into an obscure triangle. I smiled and said, "You're imperfections are well decorated." He laughed.

"I guess yours are as well, but I would never call them imperfections." There was silence between us as I washed his long arms. "Some one once said that a persons personal spots are their own story and that they are the maps to their heart."

"That some one he was talking about must have had a lot of freckles." I played, looking at him. He chuckled.

"A map is a map, Bella." He said shaking is head. "Whether you have a ton of little circular cities or just a few."

"Enlighten me." I said, wanting him to prove his point.

"Well for starters," He took the sponge from me, and placed it back where it belonged. "This scar that you have right here," he pointed to the bottom of my foot where I had stepped on one of Reneé's sewing needles as a girl. "That was probably out of your control. I mean, you can barely watch out for dangerous things now much less when you were," he examined it once more, "nine?"

"Eight and a quarter. They had to operate to get out the needle." Edward made a 'ouch' face.

"And this one on your calf." His thumb moved over it. "You were, what, thirteen? Shaving for the first time?" His eyes moved from my scar to my eyes.

"Second time." I grinned.

"Oh and what about those knees!" He said laughing to himself. "They should have screwed on knee protectors on you from birth!"

"I bet you can't guess this one." I said pointing to the one by my hipbone.

"That particular one did stump me." He looked confused but the act fell into a smile. "For awhile, at least." I laughed. "Rogue letter opener?"

"Unfortunately." I laughed.

"Now this one," He picked up my left arm and examined the jagged cut on the top of my forearm. "I noticed this on your first day at school."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked perplexed.

He smirked sheepishly, "The freshness of the cut enticed me. Even though it was some what healed, I could smell the fresh blood pumping closely to the surface of your skin." I laughed and this surprised him.

"Bella, you are such an interesting creature. I love you."

I blushed, "I love you, too. Now continue." I pressed.

"I'm going to guess that it was a wired fence." He said looking at me.

"You guess correctly. I tripped on a walk a couple months before leaving Arizona. Unfortunately I fell onto the fence." His face said the words 'I know.'

He grabbed my hand and traced the crescent shape on my hand that matched his on his shoulder. "I know this one too well." He kissed my scared palm. "And this one" he reached in inside of my arm and said, "I don't like this one." He only looked at the scar that I had received from my tragic birthday party. "It's a reminder of the way I felt for those few days before I left."

I looked down, not wanting to think about it. We were hardly aware that we were still in the shower, naked together. My voice was barely above a whisper, "You're an uncountable amount better than that."

"I know" was all he said. His fingers lightly traced from my hip to the valley between my breasts. I shuddered. "You know, I barely remembered any of the older ones. I only remembered them when you pointed them out to me. In a few years…" I trailed off. Not know how exacting far to go to make him feel better. He seemed to know what I meant either way.

"That takes us here." He held his hand stead fast to my heart and I felt it pound against him. "Scars are especially never forgotten about here."

I closed my eyes. No, he was not going to bring this up when we had just spent a very special moment together. "Edward, scars are supposed to be painful. The word 'scar' has negative connotations. That doesn't mean the deed was or never will be forgiven." We stared at each other. "Everything you are, everything that we have and that we will spend together, all of that happiness… All of the hurt has been repaired a thousand times over with the love and bliss you've given me. The promises we've made to each other should tell you that none of that matters, that all of it still and always will lead to one conclusion: I have and always will love and cherish you for all the days of my life. There's going to be bumps and hard spots, it's natural, and expected. When you concentrate on all of the pain, Edward, it's hard to really appreciate the good and the happiness. As far as I'm concerned, you're the only one still appraising that wound to see what it was really worth."

His arms locked around me in a tight hug and he trembled slightly. Silent sobs. I knew that if he could, iced tears would me making their way to my shoulder. "I know," was all he said.

We stood there for what seemed like hours but it was really only a few minutes. Edward released me and turned off the shower. He grabbed two towels from the closet on the adjacent wall and handed one to me. I dried off, sneaking glances at him, and I noticed he was doing the same. We smiled at each other and laughed.

"What are you looking at?" I asked slyly.

He looked thoughtful and serious when he answered, "My future wife." He knotted the towel around his waist and I my chest.

I smiled, "Well, you're exactly right then, aren't you?"

He gave his crooked grin to me, "Five weeks," he said, it wasn't a question, "are you getting scared?"

"No," I laughed out. The unsure reaction I experienced in accepting Edward's proposal had ebbed away as I saw the beauty in it. Thoughts like 'Edward and I made into one' and 'by the power of God vested in me' it made this easier. I knew now that Edward is doing this for me as I am doing it for him. We love each other, and we want for that love to grow more. Plus, we have even more motivation to get married as soon as possible. Rain, sleet, or snow I will marry that man on the thirteenth of August.

"Are you?" I asked, truly intrigued to hear, but already knowing his answer.

He looked at me thinking, "After than experience, I am the complete opposite of scared. I'm energized with passion to make you mine and have it be known for a fact. Not just for you and I though, but for everyone. The fact that you will be mine and that people will know it, and then later I can make you mine-" He broke off into silence which sounded like it should be followed by yummy noises. "It's going to be the best day of… ever." His eyes spoke his dreams to me, and I melted.

His arms wrapped around me, both wrapped in our fuzzy towels. "Bella," He spoke, breaking our kiss, "I can not wait to be able to make love to you all day long." He exhaled enthusiastically and spoke the next words slowly and separated. "I want you so, intangibly bad." I grinned. "And not just now," he continued, "all the time. Every time I see you, every time we touch, every time your smile meets your eyes. All the time. I want you all the time."

"My blood or my body more?" I asked.

He shook his head, disappointed, hating that he was misunderstood, "You, Bella, you. Your blood and your body put aside, they don't matter. I want you. I love you. No matter your blood or your body. You."

I instantly felt terrible for asking that stupid question, but he knew that I was apologetic without saying a word. I picked up Edward's briefs and handed them to him.

He would have flushed, "Thank you." He said shyly. We left the bathroom and headed for my room.

"How is Carlisle doing?" I asked. From what was being said, the doctor had been locked in the basement for the past days, only coming up to shower and hunt once.

"Well Esme is still the only one he doesn't mind down there but that's understand able." He answered the question in my eyes, pulling on his underwear to cover his now flaccid penis. I was clad in my underclothes now, making faster progress than Edward for once. "She's his mate, it's natural for her to have a calming presence. Every time I check on him he's poured over some books."

"Has he joined the two together yet?" I asked.

Edward shook his head. "He wasn't to get it right the first time, to make sure he knows at least something will happen. Last night before I left to come back here though I heard him think something about a trip." We both shared looks of confusion. "Why don't we both go and ask him today?" He suggested.

I nodded and crossed the space between us and wrapped my arms around him. I spoke into his chest. "I have had the best morning since Sunday, before Emmett walked in."

"I didn't even make you breakfast." We laughed and he continued, "I agree, it has been a wonderful way to start the day." Edward kissed the top of my head before separating us wide enough to touch my lips sweetly with his.

The kiss was tender with love and I could feel his adoration for me come through his silent heart. An unexplainable heat pooled between the both of us as our kiss continued and I could have sworn I felt the majority of the warmth pulsate from him. When we pulled away I stared into his eyes lovingly, and couldn't believe how lucky I truly was to be wrapped up in the arms of this magnificent creature that cherished me just as much I treasured him.

Once again it is way to late for my frail body to truly analyze tunes at this hours. Or, in all honesty, I'm much to lazy to do it right now. They'll be posted with the next chapter.

STORY TIME!

My personal experience from this chapter is the scene where E&B kiss and the Cullen's blame their cooing on the false siting of woodland creatures.

I (was) apart of the high school band at my school. On the way home from on of our football games that situation presented itself to me.

I have a clever bunch of friends, and when a little special friend of mine simply wrapped his lanky arm around me for the first time the bus charter we were riding on errupted with "aw's." It was the cutest reaction to a first embrace I've ever encountered. I still love it very much. To no one's surprise however, we actually did pass a flock of deer about five minutes later.

Thought I'd share. I'm a little more awake now than I was yesterday and I'm not satisfied with the comedic presence in my A/N's. so here's a joke that all you LOST fans out there may recognize:

What did one snowman say to the other?

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"Smells like carrots!"

Heh... gets me every time.

Hope everyone enjoyed, please review and have a good day tomorrow!