Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, the brilliant Stephenie Meyer does.

Edward humored my attempt at escaping until we reached the stairs, then he scooped me up into his strong arms. "Where do you think you're running off to?" he whispered while his hands tried to pull away the sheet. I quickly glanced at his naked body and giggled. "Let's go play a little piano, shall we?"

I nodded and slowly exposed my thigh to Edward's hungry gaze. He stared at my naked leg before flying down the stairs and setting me gently atop his piano. My sheet fluttered to the ground as I positioned myself comfortably. "Go ahead, Edward," I murmured. "Play."

"I will only play under one condition," he stated while moving his face inches from mine. I desperately wanted to kiss his lips, but I restrained myself and looked into his sparkling eyes. "Lay down so your body is spread across the top. I want to be able to play and look at your stunning features." I blushed and pushed myself farther back on the piano top. It was slightly chilly, but I was used to the cold. It only made me more aroused.

"How's this?" I asked while spreading my legs and lying on my back. My arms were stretched above my head to enhance my chest and my feet fell over the piano's edge.

"Perfect," he sighed and sat on the matching black bench. Edward played the first note and I closed my eyes. I could feel his gaze sweeping across my body, but I didn't care at the moment. I concentrated on Edward playing my lullaby, naked. My arousal was beginning to intensify at the images I was creating in my mind. I sighed and casually brought my hand to stroke my breast. "Damn it, Bella," he nearly moaned. "You're making it very difficult for me not to take you right now."

I didn't respond, instead I opened my eyes and glanced in Edward's direction. His fingers were soaring across the keys while he ogled my naked body. My arousal was becoming uncomfortable, so I tried creating friction with my thighs. "Edward, please," I groaned. "I need you."

He immediately stopped playing and appeared at my side. "What do you need my dear, Bella?"

I scooted my body closer to the edge and sat up. "I just need you," I practically begged.

Edward pulled me against him and wrapped my legs around his waist. "You have to tell me," he huskily commanded. "Tell me what you want me to do."

His games were beginning to take a toll on me, so I bit his earlobe and muttered. "I want you inside me. I want you to lay me across this piano and claim me as yours."

"That can be arranged." With that, he pushed me so my body was once again flat and climbed on top of me. I leaned up and roughly attached my mouth to his while he thrust his full length into me. "Oh Bella," he gasped and began to pump. My legs instinctively wrapped around him which only increased his depth.

"Ah, ah!" I groaned while lifting my hips to meet Edward's. The piano was wobbling, but neither of us cared.

"I love to be inside you," Edward moaned and forcefully bucked his hips. "You're always so ready and wet for me." I closed my eyes and arched my back, already feeling on the edge of pleasure. "No, Bella. Look at me while I thrust into you," he commanded and dipped his head kiss my breasts. "Say my name. I want to hear my name leave your swollen lips."

I resisted closing my eyes at Edward's commanding tone. There was nothing sexier than a commanding Edward. "Ed-Edward!" I screamed as my orgasm came over me in one powerful wave.

"That's a good girl," he praised. Edward's thrusts were getting longer, which only meaning he was close. I leaned forward to tease his nipple with my teeth and successfully made him cum. His body dropped and shuttered on top of me while I stroked his smooth back.

I ran my fingers through Edward's hair and moved his head so it was placed above my breast. "Was this as good as your fantasy?" I asked and lightly ran my other hand down his arm.

"That was so much better than anything I have ever imagined. You are unbelievable for wanting to do such a thing with me. I was sure you would be disgusted."

I kissed his head and continued to play with his hair. "I would never be disgusted, Edward. I am always open to trying new things with you."

He chuckled and hopped off the piano. "That's good to know for future reference. Now, let's go get you some food." I smiled and rewrapped myself in the torn sheet, following Edward into the kitchen.

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I will never understand why Edward can cook so well when he can't even eat. I was already on my second helping of his delicious blueberry pancakes. However, he still held his odd fascination of watching me eat. It wouldn't be so bad if he was still naked, but he had insisted on getting us clothed. Something about not being able to resist me...he is so absurd.

As I lifted another bite of the heavenly pancake, a big drop of syrup fell onto my oversized shirt. "Darn it," I muttered while reaching for my napkin. Edward chuckled and continued to watch me "be human." I was too busy glaring in his direction that I didn't notice the close proximity of my orange juice and knocked it all over me. "Damn it!" I cursed and jumped up from the table. My hip tapped the fallen glass, resulting in it crashing on top of my bare foot.

"Bella!" Edward yelled while jumping up to catch me before I hit the ground. I could tell my foot was bleeding and tried to push Edward away.

"I'm fine, Edward. Please go for a minute, I will take care of this," I gasped as the smell of blood reached my nose. I hesitantly glanced down to see a large cut across my big toe, otherwise everything looked fine.

"I'm alright, Bella. Here sit." Edward set me onto a nearby chair and lifted my injured foot. "I'll go get the first aid kit and fix you up. Just don't breathe in through your nose," he said and gently kissed my forehead. I nodded and shut my eyes.

Seconds later, I felt cold hands run across my foot. "Edward, are you sure you can handle this?" I asked tentatively. I opened an eye to see Edward putting a bandage over my cut. How did he do that so fast?

"I am and was completely fine. It was only a small gash that needed slight pressure to stop the bleeding." He grinned crookedly and laughed. "Of course you're looking a bit disheveled."

I glanced down at my damp t-shirt. "Yuck," I muttered. "This needs washed."

I stood from the chair and was promptly picked up. "You can't walk in your condition," Edward teasingly scolded. "I will carry you to your destinations from now on."

I sighed. "This is just an excuse for you to carry me without some kind of complaint, isn't it?"

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. "I don't really need an excuse to carry you, but if one is offered…" I just laughed and decided to give up. "Where to my lovely wife?"

"The washing machine," I giggled, suddenly getting a very tempting idea.

AN: I'm sure some of you can see where this might go ;) I will give credit next chapter, but for now I hope everyone enjoyed this one haha. The reviews have been amazing!