Angel

Chapter Ten

I woke up and found Bella still asleep. She was hugging the pillow with one leg hitched up and the bed sheet wrapped around her legs. I smiled, seeing her milky skin. The moon seemed to make her skin almost shine. She laid naked next to me, sleeping peacefully. I stood and grabbed my sketch book and black stencil. I sat on the couch, and started to trace her. As I watched her sleep, and sketched her, I kept on thinking of what she'd told me today. Cindy. She'd lost Cindy. And I'd lost Tony. It brought me peace, to know that someone understood how I felt. Bella had cried for me, my son, and her daughter. She'd cried for herself too. And I think we both finally were able to let our guilt go. I knew at least, that I was ready to look at my future...with her. I couldn't see my future with out Bella. I hadn't felt like this ever. With a one track mind, and Bella standing at the other side holding our son in her arm, holding hands with our daughter at the other side, a ring on her finger, and pregnant with another baby. That's what I saw and would have some day. I knew this.

I was also glad that in some fucked up realization, I'm glad Alec never fought for Bella. He was incredibly stupid for not ever fighting for her, for letting her just like that, but his lose was my gain. I would never repeat Alec's mistake, not when I know that it's Bella who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I also understood him. I'd spent my share of years yearning and feeling guilty over Tony. I knew the pain of losing your whole life from right in front of you. I still strongly believe I would have never let Bella go though, if I where in Alec's position. I would have fought to make things better for her, to make us stronger from this sort of pain.

As for Tanya and Jane, I couldn't give a rats ass about them. They could go to hell for all I cared. Jane hurt Alec and Bella, and Tanya hurt me. Those sort of people made me believe in the death penalty. The sort of people that just shouldn't exist in this world, where they do more harm then good, even if Tanya had once been somewhat...genuine. [A/N: Don't bite my head off please. I strongly feel this way for the death penalty. Just one opnion of millions. Just speaking my voice out.]

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I probably spent hours sketching her when she finally noticed I wasn't in bed. She smiled and sat up. I had to sketch that later too. I'd done only two, and that was because she'd moved. The first had been the one I had woken up to, where she laid on her stomach. The other was when she turned on her back. This one was a little more …erotic to be honest.

"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily. I smiled and walked over to her. I sat in front of her and she crawled on my lap. I showed her the picture. She blushed and took it. She was looking at the one where she slept on her stomach. She traced the side of her breast with her finger, tracing down her waist.

"I'd never seen myself like this." she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well…I've heard from others that I was beautiful, with a fucken gorgeous body and I quote others too." she laughed. I stayed quiet though, knowing there was more. "But I always saw myself plain." she whispered. I was about to argue with that and tell her she was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, but she spoke first.

"But when I saw the first sketch you drew of me the other night. I guess it made me feel…"

"beautiful." I answered for her. She smiled and nodded.

"you have no idea how beautiful you are Bella. How fucken sexy you look." I whispered into her ear, taking the sketch book and turning the page. She gasped. Through the mirror, I saw she was looking at the picture with wide eyes. She touched her face first, tracing down to her chest and her breast. I think she blushed even more when her finger tips brushed over her nipples. She went lower and stopped. She turned to me, with tears falling.

"Do…you see me…this way?" she asked. I laughed but nodded.

"Bella…your beautiful. Your….breath taking." I whispered. She smiled and kissed me.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." I knew what could probably make her think she was even more beautiful. Let her see through my eyes what I saw.

"Come on. I'm going to show you something." I whispered. She nodded. Bella climbed into my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I felt her lay her head against my shoulder blade. I grabbed the roll of pictures from her purse and the memory card."What are we doing?" she asked confused, kissing my back. I smiled and kept walking down the stairs, across my studio and into a red room.

"Don't worry baby, you'll see right now." she nodded. I sat her on the counter and she seemed slightly shocked. There was pictures 8x10s hanging around the red room. She stood and checked picture by picture.

"I didn't know…" she whispered.

"I sort of do a little of everything you know. Sculptures, paintings, sketches, drawings, and photography too." she smiled and glanced at me.

"Edward…have you ever…taken picture or drawn them like mine?" she asked. I chuckled and shook my head."No, you're the first person. I never really found that interesting until you. Ever since that night while you cleaned my wounds. You seemed so concentrated on making sure you got every part cleaned. I just wanted to capture you on my sketch book. Then when I saw your rose tattoo, I needed to sketch you naked. By the way, what does that tattoo mean?" she giggled and looked down on her right side.

"That one was just a high school moment. It has no meaning. Which usually, most people would want it to mean something, but I just…liked it and got it." I understood. I had my own high school moments, where you did it to just do it.

"While I sketched you tonight…I sort of wondered about getting a tattoo." I whispered to her. She smiled and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah." I whispered.

"And?" she asked.

"I want to."

"Tony?" she asked. I knew she'd understand."Yes."

"I think that's a great idea Edward. Do you want me to help you design it?" I turned to her, shocked.

"You designed those?" I asked. She laughed and nodded.

"This…and this is all me." she smirked, waving her hand over the tattoos.

"That…is fucken hot baby." I whispered and kissed her lips. Bella moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Fuck me Edward…here…everywhere…just fuck me." she begged. I groaned and rubbed my cock against her stomach.

"Not now baby. I want to show you something first. Give me 30 minutes and I'll fuck you." I smirked. She pouted but nodded. Bella moved around the room, looking from picture to picture. I worked on the roll. After waiting for them to dry, I went quickly to my computer and got the other pictures to print. I grabbed one of the scrap books that I kept around that were still empty. People liked buying them, so I kept them for those who wanted to buy them with a picture I had. I started to place the pictures inside the book. After a while, I finished. Bella was still standing in front of my pictures. I smiled and threw her over my shoulder.

"Edward." She shirked, slapping my ass. I laughed and turned to bite her hip. She squealed and pinched my butt cheek. I just rolled my eyes. I threw her on my bed. Bella giggled and sat up. I sat against the head bored and felt her sit on my lap, straddling my waist. I took the book between us and gave it to her.

"Bella…this is what I see. This here, shows exactly how beautiful you are." she nodded and took it. She opened it towards the first page and gasped. Her mouth fell slightly open in shocked. She looked at me and then back at the picture. I smirked. The picture had Bella laying on the bed, her back arched, and her hands gripping to the sheets while I licked her. She had this beautiful dazed look on her face. Her bottom lip was between her lips and she was looking at me hungrily. She changed the picture. This next one was different. We were both on our knees, her back against my chest, my hands on her breast, my mouth on her shoulder, and her hands tangled into my hair. In this picture, you could see my dick thrusting inside of her. Even as I took her like this, you could still see her beauty. The next picture…well…that one was one of my favorites. When I took her up against the wall over her head board. She had her hands up against the wall and over her head, like she was trying to grip to something but there was nothing around. Her legs wrapped around my waist and my hands on her waist, holding her against the wall. She closed the book abruptly. I was shocked, thinking she'd probably felt disturb. But she placed it down on the night stand and looked at me with this hungry look in her eyes. I moaned, just seeing her eyes hooded with lust and raw need.

"Edward….I need you to fuck me…now." She demanded, digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Shit baby." I picked her up and pressed her against the wall over my head board. I kept thrust inside of her, needing to be as close to her as I could. She moaned above me and gripped to my shoulders.

"Faster." She hissed. I smirked and thrust faster, harder. She gasped, feeling my quick movements. Her legs wrapped around me tighter, trying to meet each of my thrust. This was all pure raw need. To be closer, together, and to be…one.

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I was in love with Bella Swan