(A/N): This chapter belongs to Athey. I did not write it! All rights to Stephenie Meyer! Thanks for bearing with me getting the origional chapters out!
BPOV
Much to my annoyance, Edward had been practicing some restraint with our physical relationship these last few days. Admittedly, it was nothing like the first time around, where I was lucky to get a quick chaste kiss on the lips. He had even given me a hickey Friday afternoon. Part of me was relieved that the small bruise-like mark was low enough that any of my normal shirts easily covered it up; another part of me wanted him to do it again... and again... and again.
Part of me wanted to tell him that I wouldn't mind my neck looking like a freaking cheetah, if he would just keep going like that.
The weekend had come and gone with very little to talk about. Nothing comparable to our night up in his bedroom, after the fiasco with Rosalie and meeting the family. I tried to talk with Edward about it, without sounding insanely sex-crazed... And I was grateful that we were at least loosing ourselves to our passions a little. But, other than the night on his couch, we hadn't even really removed any clothing.
Even Friday afternoon when he gave me the hickey, I'd been wearing a button-down shirt and he'd only unbuttoned it half way to gain better access to my upper chest. Nothing more.
Edward did seem to have some fairly reasonable excuses as to why he was refraining, though. First and foremost, he said that while his mind remembered learning to gently handle my human body in the throws of passion, his body still needed to relearn the motions. He wanted to take it slow to avoid any unnecessary damage.
He didn't openly freak out over the hickey, but it had served to remind him that very little effort on his part was necessary to bruise me. He said he wanted to work his way into more intimate things, slowly.
I hate slowly.
He also pointed out that he was afraid he would have trouble stopping himself from going 'too far', and wanted to wait until I was on birth control.
Then he pointed out that even though we both remembered being together before, technically we were virgins again, and he wanted our 'first time' to be special. He wanted to take me out on a real date, or something, and then maybe take me somewhere that we could be alone for the night. His suggestion was that I should start telling Charlie about my growing friendship with Alice Cullen, so a sleep-over could happen over a weekend sometime soon.
This was frustrating because I knew it would be at least another week or two before a sleep-over at a friend's house would seem plausible to Charlie.
The most ridiculous reason; one that he himself even admitted to realizing how stupid it was; was his not wanting to 'soil my reputation' at school. He didn't want to give the other students the idea that I was loose or easy.
When he'd admitted that to me, I honestly gaped at him in shock for a full minute. He'd done that nervous thing where he runs his hand through his hair and tried to smile at me sheepishly. I told him I didn't care what the guys at school thought, but he pointed out to me that if they all thought I was willing to sleep around with people, their fantasies would only intensify, and his being with me would serve as even less of a deterrent then it did before.
I understood the scenario he was worried about. The idea of a new girl showing up in school - immediately finding the hottest guy and then starting to mess around with, and even sleeping with him. It could give the other guys hopes that I'm loose and then they all start banging on my doorstep hoping to be next in line. And of course, Edward would have to listen and see all their teenage hormone-induced fantasies all day at school.
So I totally understood. I realized he had a point.
I still thought it was silly.
I also hated that it meant he intended to keep things chaste at school. But during Monday, it became obvious to me that, while he had every intension of remaining chaste, he was having just as much trouble... if not more, than I was.
I got another fruit bowl at lunch and he groaned as if he were in pain and asked me if I were trying to kill him.
Admittedly, I had picked it up entirely because of how he's responded to it last Friday. It was quite comical to see him squirming with his own desire for me. Something I didn't really recall happening at all, our first go around.
He was always so controlled. So reserved.
Of course, our first time around, he'd been controlling his hormonal urges for the better part of a century, and had never personally had sex before. Add to that his own intense fear and honest belief that if we were intimate in any way, he'd kill me.
Now he had to act the prudish part, but with full perfect vampire recollection of our intimate time together, and the confidence that came with having successfully been intimate on several occasions.
The things that were stopping him before just weren't there anymore. And his reasons for holding back now, were weak, to say the least. Frustrating, more than anything else.
For both of us.
The self-doubting, self-conscious part of my mind, was actually afraid of how good our "first time", would be for Edward. I was human. Fragile and breakable. His perfect vampire recollection not only gave him access to his memories of our time together during our honeymoon, but also our time together after my change.
Would sex with breakable Bella be full-filling enough, now that he had memories of sex with vampire Bella to compare them to? At least the first time we were together, and I was still human he was as much of a virgin as I was. He'd never had sex with anyone before – human or vampire.
I could only imagine that the newness of the experience would intensify things enough to make up for the slow pace and... weak friction.
I blushed and buried my face in my arms on the cafeteria table.
Edward looked down at me with a single cocked eyebrow, curiosity dancing across his eyes.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Nothing." I mumbled into my arms.
He screwed up his mouth and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"I cannot wait until you're changed and you can take that shield of yours down and let me in." He sighed wistfully
I looked at him surprised for a moment before letting out a weak chuckle. "You honestly think I'd take it down and let you in, right now?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Of course not... I know how much you love that you can keep me out."
I grinned smugly at him before picking up my half-eaten slice of pizza and taking another bite.
After a quiet moment he turned to me with a curious expression. "Do you remember what it felt like? When you pushed your shield away?"
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"I mean... how you did it. When you controlled your shield as a vampire. Do you remember how you did it? How it felt?"
I looked across the crowded room, staring at nothing in particular as I mulled over his question. I shrugged. "Sort of. Yeah."
"I wonder if you could do it at all now... even as a human."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "You think that'd even be possible?"
He shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe. Maybe not. Might be worth trying."
I paused in thought for a moment before smirking at him. "You just want to get in my head." I playfully accused him as I glared at him through narrowed eyes. He laughed in return.
"I was wondering..." he began, a few minutes later after I finished up the last of the food on my tray. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "When do you think you'd want to sit with the others? Alice has been begging me to drag you to the table..."
"Oh..." I looked at my empty plate for a moment, chewing on my lower lip, "I know Alice wants me but... well, are you sure the others –"
"Bella, don't be absurd." He sighed and shook his head, giving me a weak grin. "I know you're nervous but –"
"Not just Rosalie," I cut in, "I don't want to make Jasper uncomfortable either. Lunch is already his hardest time every day, since he's got to deal with a lot more students all at once, then he has to deal with in normal sized classes. Not to mention he's sitting with the rest of you and absorbing any thirst the rest of you are suffering with."
"Jasper's fine. Besides, he and I both acknowledge that it's important for him to start adjusting to your scent now. Honestly, he should be spending more time around you. Not avoiding you. In fact, the whole mess with your 18th birthday probably never would have happened, if I hadn't been keeping you so distanced from him all summer long. It took me time to acclimate to being around you, and I should have realized that repeated exposure was necessary to Jasper as well. I thought I was protecting you by keeping you away from him, but all I did was set him up for failure. I absolutely don't want any sort of repeat of that."
I nodded in agreement. "True. I hated how Jasper blamed himself for all of that. I never did."
Edward was quiet, but nodded. We rarely broached the subject of his time away from me. This was probably the most discussion that we'd dedicated to the matter; aside from promising each other not to repeat it; and even now we were just dancing around the topic.
Edward's head popped up and he looked over towards the table all of his siblings were sitting at. I followed his eyes and saw that Jasper was eying us with a confused and curious look on his face.
"Did you tell him anything about it?" I asked, looking back at Edward.
"I guess I didn't... no."
I paused for a moment, mulling over the words in my mind before I met Jasper's eyes again and spoke aloud – knowing that he'd still hear it fine, even from across the noisy cafeteria.
"During my 18th birthday party, I got a stupid little paper-cut while unwrapping a present. It caught you off guard, and Edward over reacted..." Edward narrowed his eyes at me, but sighed and nodded his head. "Being the world-class klutz, that I am, I went and fell back through Esme's glass coffee table, cutting my hand... Nothing happened really... Emmett and Edward got you out of the room, but it still freaked Edward out."
Jasper looked down at the table, his eyes thoughtful and concerned. Alice was rubbing his shoulders soothingly and speaking into his ear.
"I never blamed you, Jasper." Edward said then. "I... well, I blamed myself more then anything. The things that happened that day did trigger a set of events... but none of it was your fault. Don't let it worry you."
Jasper looked concerned, but smiled and nodded at us. Edward turned his attention back to me. "So? Do you want to continue sitting on our own a few days more or...?"
"Tomorrow is fine. As long as everyone is okay with it..."
He grinned. "Tomorrow it is."
As Mr. Banner placed the small box of slides on our desk, I let my eyes roam over the worksheet for the day's lab.
"This is so bizarre..." I murmured under my breath to Edward."
"You haven't been remembering the assignments of most all of your classes?" He asked me, slightly surprised.
"They're a lot more vague... But some are pretty annoyingly familiar. But this is like... I remember it verbatim. I could probably write the answers down from memory and get it right."
He laughed. "That's all I've been doing for the last week. It's even more annoying than my usual high school repetition. Most teachers use the same types of assignments over and over, from any school. I get a lot of repeated labs and projects. But at least each time the teacher puts a slightly different spin on it. Puts slightly different questions on tests. Does things in a different order... But now? Everything is verbatim to my memories. It's mind-numbing." He exaggerated a heavy sigh but smiled at me. "So what's so special about this class, and this day, that you remember it so clearly?" He asked jokingly, shooting me a crooked smile.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I don't know... something about this day just made it stick out more, in my memory, I guess."
Mr. Banner called the class to order and told everyone to get started on the lab. We giggled at each other as we passed the microscope back and forth, double-checking each other's answers, the same way we had, the first time we'd done this lab together.
Shortly after we'd finished the lab, which was still long before everyone else in the class, Edward turned to me with a thoughtful expression.
"Bella... we should discuss what we're going to do about tomorrow morning."
"You mean the car crash?" I whispered back.
He nodded, and I sat thinking for a minute.
"I don't really want to let Tyler crash his van... I know he didn't get hurt too badly, but if we can do something to prevent it, I think I'd like it if we would."
He sighed, but nodded. "I thought as much... Jasper suggested coming out to the parking lot a few hours before school starts tomorrow and putting down a lot of salt on the icy patch that he slips on."
"Would that be enough?" I asked.
He shrugged. "We can't say for sure. Alice can't see the car crash clearly since Tyler hasn't decided to speed yet." He was thoughtful for a second before he smirked and chuckled under his breath.
"What?" I asked, curious.
"Rosalie suggested that we just slash his tires tonight, so he can't drive his van to school at all."
"Rosalie? She suggested that? When?"
"Yesterday evening, when I was talking with Alice and Jasper about this."
"So is she... more accepting of this whole... memory thing?" I asked hesitantly, not really sure how to best word my question.
"She seems to be growing into the idea. She still has trouble believing it, but she's not in such a staunch denial mode anymore."
"Well... that's good." I said quietly, looking at my hands.
He smiled softly and rubbed his hand up and down my back, soothingly. "Don't worry about it so much, love. It'll probably take some time, but she's already growing used to the idea."
I nodded and smiled back weakly.
"Alice actually said that Rose's idea would be more likely to work."
"Slash his tires?" I whispered, raising a single eyebrow uncertainly.
"It'll be a lot cheaper for him to replace a couple tires then get a whole new vehicle. Not to mention the hospital bills." Edward responded with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess so... Can't you just, break something small in his engine instead? So he just can't start the car, but it'd still be cheap to fix? Or... Oh! I know, if he had a dead battery, he couldn't drive the car to school."
"True, but he could always just get a jump-start from his parents. Doing something small to disable the car might work, as long as it's something that they can't fix before school starts."
"Okay, well that sounds like a plan." I said with a determined nod and he smiled and chuckled at me.
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EPOV
I can't believe how fast Bella hooked up with Cullen... Man, that's so not fair. She's totally all over him too. They're always together. I've got no shot at all.
Mike's thoughts flitted across the surface of my mind, but I ignored them. Eric Yorkie's thoughts had been much the same during the last week as well. I was glad that they were starting to accept that Bella was now 'on the market'.
Geez, I wish I'd been at that damn ski lodge four years ago. Maybe Edward would be all over Me now. He's even shunning his family to sit with her. I guess she thinks they're freaky too...
Jessica Stanley. She'd been silently fuming with jealousy all last week, and it wasn't lessening up at all.
Edward. Freaking. Cullen. Even Edward Cullen is all over her. What. The. Hell. And Tyler! He's being such a jackass, always gawking at her. He's supposed to be dating me !Am I seriously not enough? What the hell is so freaking spectacular about her! And Cullen always has his hands all over her. Always wrapped around her waist when they're walking, or running his fingers through her hair. Gawd, it's disgusting!
Lauren's thoughts were laced with venom and hatred. I cringed and focused elsewhere to allow her thoughts to fade into the din of noise that constantly filled the back of my mind.
Edward, please please please talk to her today! I want you guys to sit with us! I swear I'll personally tackle Rosalie if she decides to say anything nasty to Bella.
I grinned. It was Alice. Her mental pleading didn't go unnoticed. I decided to bring the topic up before lunch was over.
Eddie! Is it true that you're seriously spending the nights with her? Is that where you've been? Like... just watching her sleep or something? Holy crap that'd be boring... Orrrrrr... maybe you're doing something else? Huh? Haha! Just remember little bro, you said you wanted to wait till she was out of high school before you two made a little half-vamp to join the family. Although, honestly, if you did do that a little earlier than planned, it'd probably make Rosie happier...
God I hated it when Emmett called me Eddie... or 'little brother' for that matter. I was older than him by three decades for god's sake... But I knew he had a point about Rosalie softening up at the notion of a child. That didn't change the fact that it was absolutely out of the question until Bella was done with school and we'd had a chance to renew our vows... or, well... make them in the first place. Depending on your point of view.
I let my eyes wander down to Bella's face. Her eyes were distant and she was absently chewing away on her slice of pizza. I really needed to make it a point that she eat a wider variety of food for lunch. The school actually had the pizza catered by one of the local pizza places, rather than make it here, so apparently it was of a higher quality than most of the cafeteria food. Maybe I'd start making her a packed lunch.
She'd been better about allowing me to pay for her lunches, but she still tended to scowl at me a little when I cut ahead of her to get to the cashier each day. Of course, with a packed lunch, I'd still be paying for the ingredients, but it was easier to distract her from that detail since I wouldn't be paying for it directly in front of her. Add to that the sentimental value of having prepared it especially for her, and hopefully she'd be openly accepting of it.
This whole thing would, of course, involve spending additional time around human food, but it was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make.
My eyes roamed her face. God, she's beautiful... I thought to myself as I smiled down at her. My mind recalled the image of her appearance after the change. To me the changes really weren't very drastic. She was always beautiful to me. The change would only intensify the beauty that was already present. Adding definition to some features while adding more softness to others. And her body...
My eyes wandered lower and I caught myself. Not like I could see anything with her sitting to closely to the cafeteria table anyway, but I had to work to keep my imagination from running away with me.
I took in a deep lung full of her scent. The fire in my throat reacted, but I ignored it. It really wasn't that bad. I'd been going out for quick hunts every other day during her dinnertime ritual with her father. My mind remembered how to deal with my reaction to her blood, but my body was still learning.
This was one thing I was not willing to risk.
With my thirst as well sated as it was, I had found myself more and more frequently reacting to the scent of her blood in different ways. I could already smell the slight differences in her from her cycling hormones. She'd be starting her monthly in only a few days. I was torn between being incredibly excited, and being completely terrified.
Just thinking about being with her during that time got me aroused. I had already proved to myself that I could perform cunnilingus on her without hurting her. So little of my body had to interact with hers during the act. It was much harder for me to accidentally bruise her somewhere like that. All I really had to do was remain very aware of what my teeth were doing.
But that previous experiment hadn't involved her blood. Mentally, I felt secure in the belief that I could hold myself back. That I could maintain control. But that was a mental state strengthened by over a year's worth of memories in controlling my blood lust for her. Would the two-week exposure that my body had endured be enough? Would my physical instincts overpower the mental blockade I'd successfully built during the first time we were together?
Menstrual blood wasn't nearly as tempting to us as fresh blood. If it were a problem, Jasper would never make it through a single day in a gender desegregated high school with us.
I wondered absently if exposure to her monthly blood would affect my eye color at all... I doubted it. It would be such a meager amount. Bella's periods had always been rather light, a fact that I had always been grateful for in the past. And after this first cycle she'd start her birth control pill and they'd likely be even lighter after that.
Now that thought was almost depressing.
I chuckled at myself. If only Emmett knew what I was thinking...
I glanced back at her and caught her blushing fiercely and buried her head in her folded arms on the table. She looked a little worried and my curiosity at her hidden thoughts only magnified.
"What?" I asked her, frustration getting the best of me.
"Nothing..." she mumbled into her arms.
Internally I groaned in frustration. Would it ever not drive me insane to not know her thoughts?
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I hated her comforter. No, scratch that... what I hated was that she needed it. I hated that I was so cold. I hated that I could hold her closer or feel her skin against my own.
I glanced at the glowing digital alarm clock that sat on her nightstand. It's was 3:48am and Bella was sound asleep.
While I was home, during Bella's dinnertime ritual with Charlie, Alice had offered to take care of Tyler Crowley's van, so I wouldn't have to worry about leaving Bella tonight. Surprisingly enough, Rosalie interrupted, saying that she could do it instead.
I was honestly shocked by the offer, and pointed out that Bella had preferred the idea of simply damaging something internally that would be cheap for him to fix, but impossible to take care of before school.
Rose said she realized that, and I caught from her thoughts that she, Alice and Emmett had actually discussed this earlier when I was with Bella at her house after school. Rosalie insisted that she'd do a much more efficient job of damaging the necessary components of the car, then Alice would, since Rosalie actually knew her way around a car engine.
Alice pretended to be insulted, but I could tell that, internally she was rejoicing, and had actually intended for events to unfold like this. She'd been playing her cards hoping to work it so Rosalie would become more involved and openly accepting of what was going on in my life.
I was silently thankful to Alice and made a mental note to get her a gift or something later.
No gifts necessary, Edward. Just talk Bella into a shopping trip sometime soon! She had thought to me. I'd rolled my eyes dramatically but nodded and smiled.
So, Tyler would be taken care of. Alice said that after we'd committed to disabling his van, her vision of the next morning showed a frantic Tyler arriving very late to school in the passenger side seat of his mother's Honda.
Car accident averted.
As I was about to leave home to head back to join Bella for our nightly routine I caught the edge of Esme's thoughts. While a big part of her was absolutely thrilled that I'd been so happy and light during my brief visits home, another part of her was quite sad that she saw so little of me this last week.
She realized I'd heard her and mentally told me not to let it worry me, but asked that I bring Bella to the house this weekend, if at all possible.
I felt bad for neglecting my family so much, but couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. It was already incredibly difficult to spend any time away from Bella. Even staying away from the time that Charlie arrived home from work, to the time that he went to bed, felt agonizingly long.
My need to be near her was like a screw going straight through my chest. Sometimes it felt like it was wound so tight that it almost felt suffocating. School would kill me if it weren't for my ability to watch her through the eyes of her classmates. Knowing that, at the very least, she was very nearby, was my only consolation. But when I was completely distant from her, my chest ached horribly.
It was getting worse too...
Even when I was with her. Near her. Holding her. It wasn't enough. I wanted to hold her closer. Hold her tighter. I wanted to breathe her in. I wanted to be inside her...
I let out a long slow breath, trying to calm myself down. She was asleep. I wouldn't disturb her. But looking down at her angelic face, bathed in light moonlight made my dead heart ache.
I felt spoiled. I wanted her to already be my wife. To me, she already was, but I wanted the rest of the world to know it too. Hell, honestly, part of me wanted her to already be a vampire. But that was selfish of me. There were so many important things that needed to come first, and honestly the biggest reason part of me wished her to be a vampire already was because I wanted to be able to make love to her, the way I remembered.
But I also wanted a child.
I wanted it so badly.
I would not force that upon Bella until she was ready.
High school graduation. I could wait... right? I'd waited so long to finally find her. Why did a year and a half feel so damn long, now? It felt like an eternity, now that I had something to legitimately look forward to.
"Mmmmmmm... Edward..." she whispered out in a breathy voice.
My attention immediately flew back to my angel's face. She was still sleeping. I could see her eyes moving beneath her lids and knew she was in the middle of another dream cycle.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly and I could see her begin to writhe beneath the covers.
I heard her heart rate pick up slightly and just barely made out the sight of her arm moving downwards, beneath the heavy comforter. Was she...?
My breath caught and I lay perfectly still. Several nights so far, Bella had obviously had fairly erotic dreams, but aside from some small moans, and the scent of her arousal, she had done very little outwardly in reaction to them.
I'd never witnessed Bella pleasure herself. Somehow it was an insanely erotic notion to me. Her breathing picked up and she began making the most delicious little whimpering noises. I saw the comforter begin moving in the spot where I knew her hand was. Even through the thick blanket I could smell her.
I choked back a moan and felt myself harden to the point where it was quite literally painful. She was moving her body now. Breathing my name and making mewing noises as her hips moved with her hand under the blanket.
I laid there, transfixed with her movements and found my own hand trailing down to my throbbing member.
At first I just lightly pressed against it, confined as it were within my trousers. I hissed as the contact and slipped my hand back to unbutton and unzip my pants. The release of pressure was a relief at first, but the throbbing continued as she continued to writhe and quietly moan beside me.
Lightly I ran my hand over myself, still held within the confines of my boxers.
God it feels so good...
But I wanted to feel her heat and moist softness around me. Or at the very least, her hot delicate little hand wrapped around me – not my own hard, cold one.
She had touched me like that during our honeymoon. The feel of her soft, hot, and delicate, human hand on me had nearly been too much and I'd nearly embarrassed myself within minutes of her starting her efforts.
She let out another strangled moan, calling my name into the darkness of the room while she bucked her hips more impatiently into her hand.
The sound of her was nearly my undoing, and without even realizing it, I'd let myself spring forth from my cotton boxers and was actively stroking my shaft in rhythm with her own movements.
Part of me was aware that this was wrong. I couldn't believe I was allowing myself to do this while she slept. It was indecent.
The horny monster inside me pointed out that the simplest solution my moral dilemma was to simply wake her up. Then I could pleasure her with my hand. Help bring her release, and hopefully, she could bring me mine.
Hesitantly, my freehand traveled to the edge of the comforter and raised it slightly, pulling it down and folding the corner back, exposing more of her upper torso to the cool air of the room around us.
The aroma of her arousal that had been trapped beneath the blanket flooded out and I moaned loudly in response as it overwhelmed me, stroking myself even harder.
"Bella..." I pleaded quietly, my voice hoarse. I leaned my lips closer to the side of her head, my lips brushing lightly against her ear. My breathing was rough, and I realized that by leaning in closer, my arm was now brushing up against her repeatedly as I continued to stroke myself. Despite my realization, I couldn't regain enough of my senses to stop.
"Bella, love... please... please wake up." I whispered into her ear again, letting my breathing fan across the side of her face before delicately tracing my lips along the side of her jaw and neck.
"Hmmm... Edward... Edward?" As her consciousness began to stir, I saw her hand stop moving against herself. My pace slowed as hers did, but I continued to gently stroke myself, even after her hand had completely stilled.
"Mmmm... yes, Bella. Are you awake now?" Her heart was still racing from the intensity of her dream, and the scent of her arousal still permeated the space around us.
Finally my hand left my member and I snaked it underneath her comforter and lightly I trailed my hand up and down along her outer thigh, and burring my face in her neck again, inhaling her scent and licking along the column of her neck. "Bella..." I moaned into her skin.
She gasped in surprise, probably both at my sudden attentions, in addition to the temperature of my skin against her hot heated thigh, and her eyes flew open. "Edward?"
"Bella –" I gasped her name, "I need you..." I whimpered into her flesh. I didn't even know what I was asking for. What it was, specifically, that I needed. I just needed her.
"Edward?" She gasped, still confused in a haze of interrupted sleep.
My hand slipped around to her inner thigh, lingering only momentarily before my hand covered hers, our hands separated by the thin fabric of her panties and pajama pants.
She gasped at the sudden realization of where exactly her hand was and her hand jerked as she made to remove it from her panties.
"Please don't." I said, holding her hand where it was.
"Oh god, Edward... what was I–?"
I cut her off, pressing my lips desperately to hers, and snaking my hand upwards towards the elastic band of her sweats, slipping my fingers beneath them and sliding my hand down along her wrist following it beneath her panties and cupping the hot moist mound beneath her own hand.
"Oh god, you're panties are absolutely drenched." I groaned into her lips.
I could feel the heat rise in her cheeks and saw the flush cover them in the pale moonlight.
I slipped my hand underneath hers and maneuvered my fingers between her slippery lips, gently tracing circles around her already swollen nub.
She moaned and her hips bucked up against my hand. She was already so sensitive thanks to her erotic dream and self-ministrations from earlier.
"Oh Edward..." She cried out quietly.
"Bella, please touch me." I groaned
Her eyes went wide for a moment before suddenly becoming heavily lidded. Her hand slipped out from beside mine in her panties and slipped out of the blanket towards my groin.
She gasped as she discovered I was already out and exposed for her, but didn't hesitate to wrap her tiny hand completely around my throbbing shaft.
I cried out a groan and bucked into her hand.
"God, yes, Bella... Please... You're hand is so hot... so soft..." I moaned, panting.
I slipped my hand lower, inserting two fingers into her and bringing my thumb up, circling her clit and pressing into her in a smooth rhythm.
She stroked me hesitantly at first but quickly gained confidence in her movements and the feeling of it became insanely familiar. She was remembering this too. I groaned in pleasure as she sped up and varied her technique in the way she knew I liked.
"Yes... yes!" I hissed, thrusting into the heat of her hand as it overwhelmed my senses and sent electric jolts through my body. I attacked her lips with my own, pulling my free hand up underneath her neck and holding the back of her head to me gently.
Her grip was faltering slightly an I felt her walls clenching around my fingers as I continued to stroke her swollen nub, and pump into her, matching the rhythms of her stroking me. She was whimpering and gasping erratically, her hips thrusting up into my hand and her breath coming out ragged.
"Oh Edward... yes... Oh god, I'm so close... I'm... oh.. oh, oh, Oh..." She panted the words into my mouth and I groaned in response.
"Yes, Bella. Please, love. Come for me. I want to feel you come for me."
"Edwaaaard... Ooooohh!" She cried into my mouth, her hips bucking frantically into my hand, as I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, milking them. Her ministrations on my shaft all but stopped as she rode out her orgasm. I stared at her face, watching the flurry of different emotions that flew across it, memorizing every detail. I loved watching her face as she climaxed. I did that to her. I made her feel like this.
Her heart was racing and her breathing ragged. Slowly she came down from her high and she opened her eyes again to look at me. Her lids were heavy, but her face was content. I smiled down at her.
As her breathing returned to normal, her eyes flickered with awareness and her stilled hand slowly began stroking me again. I moaned and my eyes almost closed shut at the sudden return of her hands attentions.
My hand slipped from her bottoms and I trailed it up her stomach, underneath her thin top and along her outer ribs before resting it along the outer edge of her breast.
I kissed her lips, trailing my tongue along them and tangling with her tongue. The taste of her was magic and I moaned into her mouth, tangling my fingers in her hair and tracing my thumb along her nipple as she rhythmically squeezed and stroked me.
I could feel the coil tightening and the feeling was amazing.
I was panting and thrusting, strangled cries and whimpers escaped my mouth as I felt myself falling over the edge.
"Bella... love, oh god... Bella I'm... I'm..."
I bucked erratically, groaning and crying out her name as my seed spilled out over her tiny hand.
I shuddered and gasped with the force of my orgasm, my body jerking for several seconds afterwards as I slowly came down.
My breathing quickly returned to normal, being unnecessary as it were, but my mind and body was still reeling from the feeling. Even my self-inflicted orgasm from several nights ago, in order to provide Carlisle with his 'samples' paled in comparison to what I had just experienced.
It seemed that my memory of the sensation of our interactions, and the actual real-life feel of it, weren't even comparable. It was amazing.
"Wow..." Bella whispered the word, her own breath still slightly ragged and heavy. I met her eyes and smiled.
"That was amazing..." I said in awe, unable to contain a wide grin.
She giggled and buried her face in her pillow, trying to hide her blush.
"It felt even better then I remembered..." The words escaped my mouth and I paused, looking her in the eyes. "Was it okay for you?"
She cocked an eyebrow, looking at me like I was mad. "Are you kidding?" She gawked at me for a moment longer before she began giggling again.
"I'm sorry I woke you up." I apologized sheepishly.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head disbelievingly. "Seriously Edward, anytime you want to wake me up at 4am to do that, is absolutely fine with me."
I chuckled and nodded.
Bella's eyes looked distant in thought for a moment before another blush covered her cheeks. "When this whole thing started, was I..." she hesitated, apparently unable or unwilling to say the actual word, and her blush grew an even deeper shade of red, "masturbating...in my sleep?"
I chuckled again, but deeper and huskier this time. "Yes... and it was absolutely beyond amazing to witness. Unfortunately, I didn't quite have the self-control necessary to remain uninvolved."
"Unfortunately?" She scoffed.
I ducked my head bashfully, grinning slyly. "I've never witnessed you doing that before. It seems a vulgar thing to admit, but it was ridiculously arousing to watch."
Her breath caught, and her eyes looked heavy with lust. "Actually..." she hesitated bashfully, "I think I'd probably find watching you pleasure yourself, pretty arousing too."
I gasped and realized that I was immediately hard again. I groaned and chuckled at my own ridiculousness. "Dear lord, that's hot." I whimpered pitifully.
She burst out in stifled laughter, burying her face in my neck to try and muffle the sound.
"Geez, I feel like such a horny teenager." I chuckled to myself, only causing her to laugh more.
"Well, depending on how you look at it, technically, we both are horny teenagers." She said, grinning at me, mischievously.
I chuckled, nodding.
"I never even felt like this before. I put so much effort into remaining chaste and keeping you safe..." I paused briefly, "And after we were married, it just wasn't the same. We weren't hiding from your father, or sneaking around at all. We were married. It was to be expected."
She nodded, silently agreeing.
"Yeah, this really does have more of that forbidden excitement thing going on." She was quiet for only a second before her eyes grew wide and she looked at me with some fear, "Charlie didn't hear any of that, did he?"
"Do you honestly think I'd still be laying here if he had?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"Oh... I suppose not."
I chuckled, and began to shift away from her in the bed, turning away and reaching towards her nightstand.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"I was going to grab some tissues... or a towel."
Understanding crossed her eyes and she pulled her hand out from its place under the blanket where it had laid since I had so unceremoniously expelled my seed upon her. "I guess that's probably a good idea."
I quickly retrieved a hand-towel for each of us, handing her one, and using the other to clean myself up before securing myself back in my pants and crawling back in bed with her.
I pulled the comforter tightly around her, and once again, silently hated the forced separation required by my cold temperature.
She nuzzled into my chest and sighed happily.
"I'm going to buy you an electric blanket." I said suddenly.
Her eyes popped open and she looked at me confused. "An electric blanket?"
"So we won't have to have the comforter between us anymore." I explained.
Her eyes grew alight with understanding and then her mouth twisted in thought. "Why didn't we ever think to do that before?"
I chuckled. "I did actually... I just wouldn't let myself do it the first time around."
"Why?" She blanched at me, puzzled.
"My temperature required that we always keep a barrier between us while you slept. The comforter was just another layer of protection. If I'd gotten an electric blanket, it would have removed that barrier."
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "Sounds like something you'd think."
I chuckled lightly and grinned. "Yes, well, it is late, and we have school tomorrow. You should get back to sleep.
She sighed and nodded, but smiled once she had her head buried in my shoulder again.
"I love you Edward." She said with a content smile.
"And I love you my Bella." I said, kissing the top of her head.
