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Chapter 10

Birthday

(Bella POV)

"No."

"Bella…"

"No. Absolutely not!"

"If you don't tell me, I'll just call up Jackie. He'll tell me."

"He loves me more than he loves you, and I'll make him swear not to tell, and what makes you think he knows anyway?"

"Then I'll have him steal your wallet and get it from your driver's license."

"Then I'll just have to bake my license in a pie tomorrow at work."

"If you don't tell, I'll have to torture you."

"Exactly what does that mean?"

We were on his couch, I was reading the latest Food & Wine magazine, he was reading the newspaper. He dropped the paper, leaned over, kissed me, and took the magazine out of my hand, dropping it to the floor. I was wearing his pajama shirt and my underwear; he was wearing his pajama bottoms. He unbuttoned the shirt, and kissed down my neck until he reached my bra.

"You can save yourself the frustration if you just tell me."

"Not happening."

"Too bad."

He lowered his head, and licked my left breast just where the lace met my skin. He was going to play dirty… I was going to let him. He licked my nipple through the fabric, and I gasped a little. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and getting the desired result, he gently started nibbling on my left nipple through the lace. He looked up at me, but I shook my head no. He shrugged and moved over to my left breast, giving it the same attention.

I was getting wet. He knew what he was doing, but I wasn't going to give in. I was determined not to give in. Then he pulled down the fabric of my bra, and came back up to kiss me. God he was an amazing kisser. He gave me those soft little kisses on my lips, short, and just slightly wet – and he would not stop. As he was kissing, his hand was flicking and pinching my nipple, making it tender and making me breath heavily. Oh, he knew what he was doing alright.

I was starting to feel a familiar ache and heat in my panties, and I desperately wanted him to take care of that. So I pushed my hips toward him, but he wasn't having it. He pushed me down, and put all his weight on me, not letting me move. And the goddamn kissing, he wasn't stopping. I could feel him getting hard, pressed against me. Between the kissing and my very sore nipple I was getting weak in my resolve. But I had to get the upper hand!

I reached down, and wiggled my hand between us. I could feel his belly button, and let my hand travel further south. Two could play this game. I found what I was looking for, and started rubbing it with my palm through his PJs. He groaned, but all he did was keep kissing me, and reached for my other breast as he pulled the fabric down and started flicking and pinching my other nipple.

Oh god, I was so wet, and the aching… all I wanted was him inside me. I kept rubbing but I had to up the ante. I slipped my hand under his pants. I couldn't believe his will power. He was rock hard. That didn't stop me from wrapping my hands around his shaft and slowly squeezing while I rubbed up and down. His head fell back, and he hummed.

I was feeling slightly smug when he suddenly stood up. He grabbed me, got me on my feet, and took the shirt off throwing to the ground. Then he reached around, undid my bra like and expert, and pulled it off of me. I thought I was about to get what I wanted, but he pushed me back on the couch, and with full access now, grabbed my breasts and squeezed and fondled as he gave me those goddamned sexy little kisses on my neck. I was completely wet, and I knew my panties were too. I needed him so badly, but he wasn't giving up.

I got my hand back on him, and starting rubbing him, up and down, and up and down. He moaned, he threw his head back, he hummed, but he always came back to my lips or neck and kept kissing. I could actually feel my self radiating heat, I didn't know he had such amazing will power, and I apparently didn't.

"Edward, please, touch me."

"No."

"I want you inside NOW!"

"Then tell me."

"No dammit!"

With that, he pulled down my underwear, lowered himself on the couch, and starting kissing my inner thigh. By now it must have been pretty obvious to him how good he was at this version of torture.

He looked up at me, "you're in heat. I can do something about that you know."

I gave him the best steely glare I could muster, and he smiled a cocky little smile. He put his head back down, and the son of a bitch stuck his tongue inside me. He gently bit down on my clit, then started licking it over and over and over, and I could feel myself melting into the couch. I could feel myself reaching a climax, and he could too, because he shot up, and stood over me.

"Tell me." And he took off his pants. He was rock hard and waiting for me… "tell me Bella." He took my panties completely off. "Tell me," and bent over grazing his dick over my tits.

He kneeled on the floor next to the couch, leaned over, nibbled my ear, and whispered "tell me, angel."

That was it! I couldn't take it anymore, "September 13th!"

No sooner had I said it then he had gotten back on the couch, raised my hips, and entered me. We both gasped together, the relief was so sweet. Since we were both so close to the edge, it didn't take long. As he was sliding in and out, I felt myself come; he felt it and started moving faster. A few minutes later, he gave me a final thrust, and collapsed.

After we had both caught our breaths, he got up, and walk toward the bedroom, "now that wasn't so hard was it?"

If I had thought I could move, or think, or even talk I would have done something. As it was, he had left me on the couch, a naked, sweaty, sticky mess – and oh ya, and he knew my birthday.

I got up a few minutes later, completely week in the knees. I put on the PJ top, and slowly walked to the bedroom. He wasn't in bed, but he was in the bathroom. He had drawn a bath and was getting into it. I took of his shirt and stepped in with him. I tried to think of something clever to say, but I couldn't so I just leaned up against him, and let him wrap his arms around me.

"So your birthday is next week."

"Yes."

"And you didn't want me knowing because…?"

"Because I don't really like parties, and I'm afraid you're going to do something elaborate and spend too much money on me."

"Bella, why can't you let me spoil you?"

"You do Edward, in all the ways that count anyway."

"As endearing as that may be, you have to let me do something!"

"Fine. You can take me out to dinner. But nothing over the top, I mean it."

"Promise," and he kissed the top of my head.

*****

Thankfully my birthday was on a Friday, and I had taken the entire weekend off knowing that all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Edward. A car was coming to pick me up at 7:45pm to get me to the restaurant. He hadn't given me any clues, and for some reason Jackie wasn't around, so I didn't have my sorely needed Fairy Godmother to help.

Luckily Jackie and I had gone shopping at the end of summer sales, and I had a pretty new navy blue dress that I thought would work for any place he might bring me. It was a knee length wrap dress that stopped just above my knees; I put on some silver flats, let my hair down, because I knew that's how Edward liked it, put on some mascara and lip gloss and waited for the car to come by.

At 7:45 on the dot my buzzer rang, so I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. We went over the Brooklyn Bridge, and found our way to Edward's neighborhood. Maybe he was cooking for me or something? But we took a left instead of a right, and stopped in front of the small family owned Pizza place that he had taken me to last week. It was a cute place, and I smiled because he followed my wishes. Dinner, nothing over the top.

I got out of the car, and walked through the doors. Edward was sitting in the middle of the restaurant, at a table for two. There was no one else there except for the waiters. I walked over to the table; Edward stood up and kissed me.

"Happy Birthday, angel."

"Thanks. Hey why is no one else here? It's a Friday, it should be crowded."

"Oh that, well I rented the place out for the night, it's just you and me."

"Edward, that was very sweet, but I thought I said nothing over the top."

"Hmm, yes you did didn't you. Well then I guess you'll be really upset when you open my present."

"Edward no! I told you I don't need anything."

Just then my cell phone rang. I wouldn't have answered it normally but it was Ang, and I hadn't heard from her today, so I apologized to Edward and answered the call.

"Happy Birthday Bella!" I could hear Ang, Jess, Eric and Mike on the phone yelling in unison.

"Thanks guys! It's so good to hear from you!"

"You look really pretty tonight Bella," I could hear Mike yelling into the phone. Edward started laughing.

"Mike," I said slowly, "where are you?"

"Oh, we're in the kitchen Bella!" and with that all four of them, plus Jackie, burst through the kitchen doors and yelled, "surprise!"

I was speechless, and giddy, and laughing, and crying. It was by far the best birthday surprise I could think of, and I knew the mastermind was the man sitting in front of me smiling from ear to ear. Before I could kiss him though, I was being pulled and passed from friend to friend and barraged with hugs and kisses. When everyone had settled down, the waiters pulled more tables together, and wine and bread was brought to the table.

It was a wonderful night. We drank too much, had too much pizza and everyone had a great time, and thankfully everyone got along. At about 1am when we all decided to call it a night. Edward had pulled a few strings with a buddy of his who owned a hotel nearby, so my gang walked a few blocks back to their rooms, and Jackie was sent home in the car. Since their train was Saturday evening, we all made a plan to meet again for lunch… a late lunch. Edward and I walked back to his place, full and a little tipsy.

When we got upstairs, I turned him around and lay a huge kiss on his lips.

"That was amazing Edward, how did you pull it off?"

"My spy on the inside, Jackie. He found Angela's number on your cell when he was having dinner at your place one night. So I called her the next day and arranged it with them."

"You're wonderful Edward Cullen."

"As are you Bella Swan," and he kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me, all the way to the bedroom. When we got there, there was a small box on the bed; it was wrapped in silver paper with a big red bow. "Bella, before you go on a tirade about presents, open it."

I sighed, sat down on the bed, and opened it. Inside I found a black velvet jewelry box. I panicked for a moment, but when Edward sat next to me instead of kneeling, I was relieved; it was way too soon for anything like that.

I opened the velvet box, and chocked back my tears. Inside, was a delicate gold chain, and hanging from the chain, was a small gold angel. I stared at it for a minute, unsure of what to say. Not only had this man known me well enough to give me my friends for my birthday, but he was also making me his own. I couldn't count how times he had called me 'angel.' How many times it made me feel special and beautiful, and yes, his.

It might have been silly and old fashioned, but being 'his' made me feel safe and sexy, and loved. He took it out of the box, and put it on me, fumbling with the clasp a little. I kissed him, took off my shoes, and lay down on the bed, and he followed me. I wiggled on my side, and he spooned behind me. In the lowest possible voice I could muster, I said, "I love you." I said it to myself, under my breath. It didn't matter if he did too, but I knew how I felt and it just didn't seem real to me unless I could say it out loud.

Edward kissed the back of head, and whispered "I love you too."

(Edward POV)

I knew I wanted to bring her friends to the city for her birthday. Not only did I want to meet them, but I knew Bella would love to see them. I was nervous when she opened the box though. I wasn't completely sure that she wouldn't slap me across the face to be honest. But when I saw her reaction, I knew I had done the right thing. I wanted people to know she was mine, that she belonged with me. It might have been a prosaic notion, but then again, I wanted to Bella to feel protected and loved.

I don't think she wanted me to hear her say 'I love you' under her breath. Maybe she thought it was too soon, or maybe she was embarrassed - but I answered anyway. I needed her to know I felt the same way.