You know, sometimes cooking leads to hot kitchen sex ... well, if you're cooking with Edward.

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"So, Bella, you ready to do some cooking?" Edward asked me after a moment of silence.

"Yup. And I'm hungry, too. So, if you screw this food up, well, you're going to be paying for it for a long awhile. I doubt you'd be able to walk for a few weeks," I told Edward.

"Uh, huh. Now, you want to cut the onions?" Edward asked me.

"If I do I just might end up crying. So … why the hell not? I love onions," I told him.

"Good," he told me, shoving them my way. I got to work, he got to work, and he finished with lightening speed. Which meant he was watching me cut up me onions with a smile on his face. I didn't really appreciate all of the staring he was doing at me.

"You want a tip on how to cut things more quickly?" Edward asked me.

"Um … sure?" I responded as Edward came closer to me, pressing his body against mine and taking my hands in his. Man, he had nice hands.

"Here,just follow my movements," Edward said to me as he started to guide me through the motions. He was a really good cook. Kind of on the professional level. Hm … maybe he did something with cooking for a living … but why wouldn't he tell me that, then? And how would he know me … My mind was churning,grasping for answers, but I really wasn't getting any. Edward's close proximity had my brain much too foggy for any thinking to go one.

Hey, Angie, you know what I think Bella should do?

Do I even need to guess. Grow up, Dean, they're having a special moment. Okay, don't ruin it.

Not my fault. The idea passed through Bella's head, so therefore I must comment on it.

Hush up, Dean. You'll get to voice your opinion soon enough.

But Bella needs to have steamy kitchen sex!

Stop whining, Dean. Wait a little while before we really talk to Bella, okay?
Fine. Party pooper.

I shook my head slightly, clearing my mind of everything, even Dean and Angie who seemed to just be getting more and more vocal about things, for some reason that I didn't really care to have explained to me. Edward was releasing my hands when I regained awareness. "And that's all there is to it," he explained. He set down the knife in our hands and turned me around.

His hand brushed across my cheek. "Bella," he whispered to me.

"Hmm?"
"Can I kiss you?" he asked me.

Do it! It may turn into fucking!

"Don't you think that's kind of dangerous," I whispered to him as his head came closer and closer to mine.

"I don't think shopping will be that bad," Edward mumbled, his lips almost brushing mine.

Ooooo, look at that Bella, he just offered you hot kitchen sex! Do it! You'll survive shopping. I'd deal with shopping in return for some kitchen sex.

Dean!

What?
Can it.

Fine.

I pulled away from Edward, Dean was cursing at me yelling at me and telling me that I just missed out on some awesome kitchen sex and all because I was scared of shopping. Apparently Dean didn't look all that far into the future.

Edward kissed the top of my head. "Maybe you'll let me kiss you when all of this is cooking is done, hm? We'll have some time to kill," Edward said to me.

"Maybe. But we'll have to clean up, too, while the food is cooking," I told him.

"Of course. Then lets get too it," he said to me.

What seemed like moments later we had our meal cooking and the counters cleaned off. And now we had nothing to do but talk. Or fuck.

"Shut up," I said to Dean.

"I wasn't even talking," Edward said to me, looking confused. I turned bright red, my signature blush spreading across my cheeks. I must have actually said that out loud. Oops.

"Did I say something?" I asked him, playing innocent. I didn't particularly want him to know that I was talking to imaginary things in my head.

Hey! We are not things!

Yeah! What Angie said!

"Yes, you did. You said 'shut up', if I heard correctly," Edward said, walking close to me again. Damn he was fine. And my resistance was wearing thing. It was about paper thin right now. If one wrong thing was set on it, it would either rip, or fall down, unscathed, but fall none the less. I was betting that this time, the paper would rip.

"I don't recall saying anything," I told him, Edward's chest was almost touching mine.

"Maybe I just heard wrong. You were distracting me, after all," he told him, looking down at me under hooded eyes.

"How was I distracting you?"I asked him.

"You were standing there, staring off into space, and I was looking at you. You are much too beautiful for your own good, you know that, right?" Edward asked me.

"Sure." I don't think my mind could comprehend sentences longer than one word.

"Hm. So, can I kiss you now?" Edward asked me, one of his hands lightly touching my back and sliding slowly up spine to the base of my skull.

"Yes," I replied, out of breath. I think the paper just ripped.

"Good, because I was going to kiss you anyway," he told me right before his lips crashed to mine and I lost all coherent and rational thoughts.

Yeah! Get some, Bella!

Bella, you should really stop this before things go to far. I don't want to have to sit through shopping torture with you.

Hot kitchen sex is more than enough to make up for going shopping. Now can it Angie and let them do the nasty in a very hot way. Bella deserves it.

You're an ass, Dean.

I try.

"Edward," I said against his hungry lips.

"Hm?" he managed to get out.

"We should really stop," I told him, my hands tangled in his hair, but not really ready to go anywhere.

"I promise I'll protect you from Rose and Alice," Edward told me, pulling away from me.

"So you'll be my knight in shinning armor?" I asked him.

"Of course," he promised me. I smiled and attacked him, jumping up slightly so I could wrap my legs around his waist. My paper had broken in half, and he had said he'd protect me from the horrors that are Rose and Alice … and shopping. And now, as Dean would say, I'm going to get me some hot kitchen sex.

They grow up so fast . . .*Dean's eyes filled with tears and he dabbed them away with his red 'Hell' handkerchief*

Oh, don't be such a baby.

I ignored the two annoying people in my head and focused on the way Edward's body felt pressed up against mine. I let out a soft moan when I felt Edward's tongue infiltrate my mouth to war with mine in an intimate duel.

Edward's hands had moved from my hair to my ass, cupping it as he held me up against him. I felt him walking somewhere when I felt him set me down on a counter top. I whimpered slightly when I felt him pull away from me, but it wasn't for long, he was soon back, attacking my lips with his, his hands roaming my torso as mine roamed his.

His lips released mine and he moved to place kisses on my neck, brushing my hair gently out of the way as my head fell back and I groaned at the sensation. I ran my hands down Edwards back slowly, looking for the hem of his shirt. I was tired with the troubles that clothing could cause. Especially in this sort of situation.

At the same time that I found the hem of Edward's shirt, he found mine. Therefore, we were both shirtless within a few seconds. I took a moment to truly appreciate just how amazing Edward looked. How did I, of all people, get as lucky as to get a man like this? And all I had focused on had been getting rid of him.

Edward pushed me back on the counter I was on, his lips on mine. When my back his the counter, Edward decided to pay more attention to other places on my body. He spent some time nipping and kissing my collar bone, causing me to moan at the feel of it. When he reached my breasts I could have sworn I heard him mumble something like, "Stupid underwear. Always getting in the fucking way," before he continued on.

He discarded my bra quickly, throwing it randomly to the floor. I think it might have landed in the sink. I'm not sure, though. That thought process was chased out of my mind when I felt Edwards lips on my erect nipple, his hand massaging my other breast. He sucked and nipped at my nipple, causing me to arch into him. I groaned in pleasure as he continued his actions, just on my other breast, now, switching focus.

Before my mind could be too clouded by what Edward was doing, I managed to get four coherent words out "Your. Pants. Off. Now," I said. Edward chuckled as he pulled away, yanking off his pants and throwing them away. He came back to me.

"If my pants are off, I think your's should be, too," he said to me in a husky voice. I whimpered as he removed my pants and underwear. My stomach knotted and my heart raced in anticipation. I felt Edward move close to me again, I could feel his breath on my skin as he lowered his face to my sopping wet core.

He slipped one finger inside of me and groaned as I did. "Bella, you're so fucking wet," he mumbled, earning a moan from me. He placed an open mouthed and sloppy kiss on my clit, before he began sucking on it and moving his long, cool, finger in and out of my center, pumping it painfully slowly. I let out a porn star moan when he added a second finger as he increased his pace. I could feel myself being wound tighter, and tighter. I was close.

"Edward, I'm so close …," I gasped out.

"Just let it go, baby," he said to me, biting my clit lightly, sending me over the edge. My back arched off of the counter top as I let out a moan as my orgasm clouded my vision. When I had come down from my high, Edward removed his fingers from me. "I need to be inside of you, now," he said.

I just nodded, at loss for words, especially since he was so hard and huge. He slid into me as I sunk down on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kissed me hard as we groaned in unison at the feel of being joined in the most intimate way impossible. Then he thrust into me as my back slammed against something cold. I think it was the refrigerator.

"Harder, Edward, harder," I gasped as he continued to hammer deep inside of me.

"I'm getting close, Bella," he said to me. I moan loudly at his words, getting close myself. Soon enough, we were being swept away by our pleasure, groaning in rapture at just about the same time.

When we came down from our high, we were both panting, our chests heaving. Edward still had me up against the fridge (I was right), and he was still inside of me. "We should probably put cloths on," I said.

Edward grinned. "We probably should," he paused, "But that doesn't mean I like that idea."

"Can you let me down now?" I asked him. He let me down and we gathered our articles of clothing, dressing quickly. As soon as our clothing was on, the time to our food went off.

Then, of course, as Edward was setting up for our meal, my phone range. The caller ID read "Alice".

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