Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga and all respective characters, names and related details are the property of Stephenie Meyer, Little Brown publishers and Summit Entertainment. I'm the psychopath that came up with the rest of this stuff.

Warning: There be lemons here! Finally!

Approx: 11 Pages/ 4,395 Words

CHAPTER 10: WHO IS SHE

I was just settling in to bed when my phone chirped with a text message. I reluctantly kicked off the covers and twisted around in bed to snatch my cell off the nightstand. To my surprise, I received a text message from Edward.

I didn't even know I had his number!

All he wrote was "Just checking to see if you got home safely", and yet it set my heart thundering in my chest.

I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the sleepy fog from my eyes so that I could text back. "Thanks, I'm safe in bed."

I sat cross legged on my bed, watching the screen intently, holding the phone up in my hands in front of my face like an offering to some higher power.

I smiled giddily when my cell chimed a second later.

"Saved my # on your cell when you fell asleep in the car. Do you mind?"

My fingers blazed across the tiny keys. "Definitely not. S'good to hear from you."

"Did I wake you up?"

I giggled. "No. Just in bed. You?"

"Can't sleep. Thinkin bout you."

My heart raced and I felt dizzy. "What about me?"

"About what you said tonight."

Uh-oh. The next text came immediately.

"I wanted to ask you something."

Red alert! Red alert! Abort ship!

He didn't say anything for a minute. My shaky fingers grazed over the keys. "Weighing the pros & cons?"

"I'm curious, but don't want to pry."

I wasn't sure what to say. My stomach was twisting, squeezing down tightly on the ever present knot. Though I was scared, I wasn't ready to end the conversation. "Go for it."

It took a minute for his next text to arrive. "Have you ever found it?"

A second later, another text.

A one word clarification. "Release?"

My stomach flipped and tore open within me, bile and knots and butterflies running rampant throughout my system.

Still, there was another chirp.

Another clarification. "Not even alone?"

I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I just stared blankly at the words on the screen.

I turned different answers over in my head, debating on how much I wanted to reveal. Maybe this was too personal. Yet, somehow, I knew if the situation were reversed, that Edward would tell me. He had said he wanted to know more about me. So he was pulling on the frayed ends of my cloak, trying to unravel my secrets one thread at a time.

Another text.

It had been three minutes since his last, and he had taken my silence as proof that I was offended. "Sorry. Forget it."

I gripped my phone tightly, trying to still the trembling, and answered in two single words. "No. Never."

The bile and knots and butterflies oozed out into my extremities, spreading their warmth and acidity. Still, I pushed on, trying to relieve his worried mind. "S'okay."

There was silence on his end. Sleep no longer eluded me; I felt exhausted. And vulnerably naked. I felt the overwhelming urge to cocoon myself in my blankets, covering every inch of my body protectively. "Get some sleep. I'll talk to you soon."

He responded with a simple "G'nite."

I pulled the thick blanket around me and curled in on my side, hugging my knees to my chest. I drifted off almost immediately - green eyes on the back of my eye lids, peering down into my soul.

Tuesday put me back in Felix's custody. For his next Project Discovery assignment, he decided to spoil me with childlike abandon. We spent the day at a traveling fair that was currently operating out of Port Angeles. I kicked his ass at bumper cars, but he beat me at our race down the giant slide. We played every game on the midway at least once. If I beat Felix at a certain game, he would insist that we play that one over and over again until he could finally declare victory.

We ate grilled corn, cotton candy, fried dough, shish-kabobs, popcorn; we consumed every carnival delicacy aside from ice cream. Felix rubbed his right arm, saying that he learned his lesson about letting me eat frozen dairy products. I didn't mention that Ali would be even more upset about the rest of the day's menu items. We could keep that our little secret.

We arrived at New Moon a little early to freshen up for our shift. I emptied my pockets in the process of changing my clothes and was surprised to see that I had missed five text messages amidst the noise of the fair.

They were all from Edward.

The first message came in around ten a.m. "G'morn. Sleep well?"

I didn't get the next text till after noon. "What're you doin?"

The next was at one thirty. "Are you mad at me?"

At two thirty, he texted "Please talk to me."

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to upset you." It had been an hour and a half since his this last text came in about three o'clock.

I quickly dialed his number. I sat on the make-up chair in the dressing room, half dressed but anxious to ease his worried mind.

He answered the phone on the first ring. "Bella! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked. It was none of my business-"

I interrupted his rambling. "Edward, it's okay. I'm not mad. I went out to a carnival with Felix and didn't realize that I couldn't hear my phone ring until right now, when I saw you're messages."

He let out a ragged breath. "God, you don't know how good it is to hear your voice. It's been rough here today and, on top of that, I've been berating myself for screwing up last night." I sensed the return of the broken man.

"I'm sorry. Really, it's okay. You said you wanted to know me and, well, I guess that's all part of it. What's going on? Is Bree okay?"

There was a despairing sigh on the other end of the line. "She went into kidney failure this morning. They have her on dialysis now."

"I'm so sorry Edward. Is there anything I can do?"

"Well, can I see you tonight? After your shift? Bree's parents will be here, so they'll keep me updated if anything happens. I just really need to get out of here for a little while. I sent a tow truck for my car this morning. It's in the shop now, so I'll have it back in time to give you a ride home from work, if you want."

"Yeah, that's fine." Actually, it was more than fine. My body tingled, craving his nearness.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Great. Thanks." I heard shuffling and muffled voices in the background. "Bella, the doctor just came in to talk to me. Have a good night at work, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay. I hope its good news."

"Me too." He mumbled, but there really was no hope in his voice.

Knowing that Edward would be coming soon made my shift drag on painfully. Even Jess'crazy antics and another round of table dancing didn't help my anxiety. I stared at the clock over the bar, willing the hands to speed up and bring the green eyed man back to me.

We started cleaning up early, everyone ready to run for their cars at closing time. I assured Mike and Jess that I would lock up. When it was just Felix and I, we sat at the bar sipping scotch. I thanked him again for an awesome day. He joked that he knew it was worth throwing the games if it would make me happy. I swatted at his chest playfully.

I had already told him what was going on with Edward and explained that he planned to give me a ride home, but Felix insisted on sticking around with me at the bar until he actually arrived. A few minutes after closing, Edward texted me to say that he was on his way and that he was sorry for running late.

I finished my scotch, wandered into the back to gather my things so that I'd be ready to leave when Edward got there. I pulled my purse from my locker before heading over to the dressing room to pick up my discarded clothes from earlier in the day.

I was surprised by a gentle rapping on the open door. Edward leaned casually against the frame, a suede jacket hanging limply over his arm. A beige button up flowed over pressed khakis. His hair was slightly rumpled and it was apparent that he hadn't shaved.

"Felix let me in. He said to tell you good night." He looked exhausted, but there was still a sparkle in his eye.

And there it was. The awkwardness.

I wanted to hug and comfort him. I wanted to tear his clothes off and lick his body. I wanted to talk to him and try to solve some of his mysteries.

I settled for the least problematic of the three, walking over to wrap my arms around his waist. He embraced me and squeezed, resting his cheek against my hair.

He pulled back, his fingers grazing along my jaw, nudging my chin for me to look up at him. "Do you trust me, Bella?" His voice was low and husky, rubbing raw over my skin.

The question made me wary. "Why should I? I hardly know you."

He brought his face close, his nose languidly circling mine, bringing his lips irresistibly near. "That's true, but it hardly answers my question."

He shifted his weight, slowly edging me backward into the dressing room. I closed my eyes, answering honestly and relinquishing all control to him. "Yes."

The edge of the sofa hit the back of my knees and Edward lowered us down smoothly. His hands caressed from my shoulders, his fingers grazing along my collar bone and up along my throat until he was cupping my face sweetly. His eyes deepened to a forest green, burning intensely into mine. I could feel my heart banging around in my rib cage, struggling to break free.

"I want to try something." He lowered his head to suck along my jaw, still holding my face between his hands like a cherished treasure.

I placed my palms on his chest, soaking in his heat as I massaged the skin there. "Hmm?" I was beginning to breathe more rapidly under his attention.

He lowered one hand to my neck, my pulse racing beneath his palm. He kissed his way up to my ear. "I want to do something for you, Bella. I want to help you find release. Will you let me try?"

My body was a chorus, tuned and ready to sing for him. The ache in my stomach exploded, setting my skin on fire. The knot tightened and laced up around my diaphragm, squeezing, making it difficult to breath. My groin quivered, instantly growing slick with desire. My nipples elongated, reaching out for him. My hands wandered up to caress his throat and neck, feeling the muscles tensing just beneath the smooth flesh.

And still, his leather voice pressed on, tendrils seeping into my brain and wrapping around my consciousness. "I don't want anything in return Bella. I just want to make you feel good." He massaged my earlobe with his tongue as he sucked it in between his heavenly lips. "I need to make you feel good." The gravel was back in his voice, signaling the return of his deepest craving.

"Yes." I hissed. I thrust my hands into the hair at the back of his neck, lolling my head back to expose more of my throat to him. He gripped the hem of my plain black tee shirt and slowly eased it up over my head. He stroked his fingers from my temple downward, easing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. I urged him to look into my eyes as I reached behind to unclasp my bra. I held the front of it with one hand, easing the straps off of my shoulders before slowly lowering the cups to reveal myself. Only when my chest was completely bare did his eyes venture downward, breathing in deeply at the sight of my flushed, round breasts.

He looked back towards my face quickly, his eyes burning with urgent need. He lunged forward as if to kiss me, diverting his attention back to my neck and throat at the last moment. My hands tangled into his wild bronze hair, pulling him to me greedily. He pressed in on me, pushing me backward so that I was lying down. His hands eased around my naked waist, over my hips to the front of my jeans. With obvious effort, he stilled himself momentarily. When he moved again, his fingers slowly and deliberately unbuttoned my jeans. He pressed the zipper in as he pulled it down, applying the slightest bit of pressure to my quaking stomach.

He moved to the far end of the couch and pulled my feet into his lap. He slipped off one sneaker and then the other, a smile flirting along his swollen lips. He pulled one sock off, taking a moment to massage my foot before repeating the actions with the other.

With my feet undressed, he slunk towards me so that his face now hovered over my naked abdomen, his breath fogging over my flesh deliriously. He lowered his head, his lips mere inches away from my body, and looked up at me. As our eyes met, he wrapped his fingers into the waist band of my pants, erotically sliding my jeans and thong over my hips, down my thighs and off of my slender calves.

My breasts heaved with my rapid breathing as I lie stark naked under appreciative green eyes. His lips parted as his gaze roamed over my body. My skin prickled under his stare, as if it were a physical touch along my hypersensitive flesh. "My God, you're beautiful." His tone was reverential.

This was so incredibly new to me. James had never done this. He had never undressed me carefully, as if I were a fragile and priceless treasure. I had never lain naked before him as he stared adoringly at my fully exposed body.

In the past couple of months, I had humped and screwed and fucked every which way. But none of those men looked at me the way Edward looked at me now. I had seen lust, passion and hunger, but the look in Edward's eyes was entirely different. He sincerely appeared awe-struck, like I was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He settled into the corner of the couch, pulling my legs into his lap and massaging my feet while his eyes concentrated on my face. "I want you to touch yourself for me, Bella." The butterflies raged an all out war. "Show me how you want to be touched."

I was scared. Masturbating had never ended well for me. It had only served to bring me to the brink and then leave me terribly frustrated and unsatisfied. I didn't want to do this in front of him.

I suddenly felt very small and insecure.

"I don't want to." I pouted, fighting back tears. "I…I…I don't know how." It was barely a whisper.

He drew in a deep, calming breath, and the emotions in his eyes shifted slightly. "Run your fingers through your hair, Bella. Feel how soft and silky it is. Feel how it thickly wraps around your fingers, drawing you in." I did as he asked, surprised by how nice it felt. I had never thought much about my hair before, but in his words, I could truly appreciate it.

"Now, move your hands to your throat. Feel the warmth pulsing beneath the skin. Feel your life flowing through your body. Do you know how important that is? That feeling right there? The steady beating of your heart? Your precious, Bella. Your life is precious."

His voice sounded too far away. I wanted these words whispered in my ear as his body pressed down against mine. "Touch me, Edward. Please. I want to feel you."

His face contorted with some inner struggle. "Let your hands be my hands, Bella. Feel me through your touch."

"It's not enough." I whimpered.

"It has to be." His quiet tone was strained and determined.

"I want to run my fingers along your collar bone. I want to feel the way your skin flows smoothly over it, like satin stretched over glass. I want to trail my heated touch over your breasts. Feel their gentle weight in my palms. I'd squeeze them and knead them. I'd pinch your nipple between my fingers, pulling slightly as it swelled beneath my touch. Would you like that?"

"Yes." I moaned. My hands followed his instructions, bringing the fantasy to life.

"I'd dip my fingers into your sweet mouth, Bella, letting you suck me in. Then, when they were wet with your taste, I'd rub them against your taut nipples and blow softly across them, making them stiffen even more intensely in the cool air." I did as he said and, even without the feel of his breath, they reacted.

I arched my back and squeezed my thighs together. Edward groaned deep in his throat.

"I'd tickle lazy circles along your tight stomach, marveling in the softness of your flesh. I'd trace the sensual smoothness of your curves, around your waist, over your generous hips, my fingertips grazing over your strong thighs." I had my eyes closed now, imagining the words coming true - that the hands running over my skin belonged to the gorgeous man who was just beyond my reach.

"I would trail my touch up along your thigh, sliding my fingers between them, feeling the warm embrace of your skin. Can you feel me, Bella? Can you feel the strength and desire of my touch?"

"Yes Edward." I crooned. "You feel incredible. Please, don't stop."

"I'd slide my hand up between your thighs, Bella, until my fingers swept across your beautiful pussy."

I moaned, thrusting my hips forward to meet my own hand. The word "pussy" on Edward's sensuous tongue could be lethal, seriously causing a woman to implode with desire.

"Oh God, Edward." My voice was desperate.

"I'd slide my hand over your pussy, palming gently against your clit. How does it feel, Bella? Are you wet for me?"

"Soooooo wet, Edward! I want you so bad…"

"I know Bella. God, I want you too." I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to ruin the illusion, but his voice was tense as if coming through clenched teeth.

"I want to slide my fingers along your wet slit, feeling your heat engulf me. I want to feel your muscles contracting eagerly beneath my touch. I'd push tight little circles over your clit, slowly dipping my fingers into your moist warmth."

"Yes Edward! Yes!" My hips began a steady, pulsing rhythm against my hand as I pictured Edward's masculine, slender fingers stroking in and out of me.

"God Bella! You're so hot! I want you so badly!" His breathing was ragged, his voice coarse. "I want to feel your tightness clenching down on me as you scream my name. I want to feel your body pulling me in, stroking me as I push into you. It's driving me crazy Bella!"

The knot pulled tighter than I had ever felt it before. Electrical currents pulsed through my limbs uncomfortably and my body trembled as every muscle began to tense and flex. I was losing control of myself, feeling my body quiver and shake under some foreign direction. "Oooooooh! Edward! It's too much! I can't take it anymore. I have to stop. I can't take it."

"No Bella, don't stop. Ride it out. It will feel so good honey. Just a little more. I want you to cum for me, baby. I want to watch you cum."

My fingers continued to rub against my pussy frantically, but the uncomfortable pressure had built to the point where it was unbearable. My eyes shot open and I found Edward watching me intently, his jaw tense and eyes wide. "I can't Edward! I can't do it! I need you!"

I could feel the desperate, frantic pleading in my eyes.

He deliberated for a second, growled like a feral beast and then swept me up into his arms, bridal style. He crossed the room and set me down on my feet so that I was facing our dressing mirror. He stood behind me, his eyes fierce. His arms wound around my waist. "Look at you, Bella. You're absolutely glorious."

It was incredibly erotic watching our reflection as he dipped his lips to my neck and began kissing and sucking. "You are a Goddess, Bella. A sexual, sentient being." His left hand moved down my abdomen, pressing against my mound, pulling me back towards him so that I could feel his bulging erection against my lower back. "Can't you feel how much I worship you?"

I moaned with delight, wrapping my arms behind me to grip his hips as best as I could, rubbing myself against his engorged cock greedily.

His right hand crossed my chest, palming my breast as the fingers of his other hand pushed in between my folds, stroking my slick walls and flicking against my twitching clit. I bucked against him, writhing with the impossible need to be closer to the hands in front of me and closer to the body behind me, all at the same time.

"Open your eyes, Bella. I want you to see how beautiful you are. I want you to see how incredible it is, the way your body dances against mine. Can't you feel it? Can you feel the power you have over me?"

The knotting, the tensing, the trembling grew out of control, rendering me incapable of speech.

"I'm bowing down at your altar, Bella. Take it. Give in. It will be wonderful, I promise. Let me take you there. I'll carry you. We'll fly together. And when you start to fall, I'll catch you. I'll be right here. Just let go. Trust me."

And I did.

My entire body spasmed as I moaned and cried out his name. The knot didn't unravel like I thought it would; instead, it ignited and burst into a million sparks that showered down within my body. Fireworks exploded behind my clenched eye lids, a private celebration of the euphoria this amazing man was bestowing upon me. I soared, as he said I would. I touched heaven and floated momentarily before slowly drifting back to earth, back into his arms.

My body felt heavy and limp. Edward picked up his jacket and swathed me in it, the satin lining clinging to my damp skin. He carried me back to the sofa and laid me gingerly on top of him so that my cheek rested on his chest, just above his heart.

My body went numb while my brain and heart attempted to expand in order to fully grasp all the complex sensations and emotions that had suddenly been thrown at me.

Edward cradled me in his arms, nuzzling his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent. My fingers wandered aimlessly over his chest. "Edward?"

"Hmmmm?"

"What's your last name?"

I could feel his cheeks pull up into a smile. "Cullen."

And so it was that Mr. Orgasmo finally had a name.

I listened to the steady beat of his heart, trying to slow my own to beat in time.

"That was incredible. Thank you."

He chuckled darkly. "The pleasure was all mine, I assure you."

I grinned, nuzzling up into his throat. "Oh, I find that highly unlikely."

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone.

As he flipped it open, I asked "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just wanted to make sure I hadn't missed any texts." He closed his phone and palmed it, resting his hand over mine on his chest.

I suddenly had to know more. I had to know more about the woman who could intrude on this intimate moment between us. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Why is Bree in the hospital?"

I could feel his body stiffen beneath mine; could imagine the pained look on his face. I almost regretted asking, but if I could expose myself to him as I had, I needed this in return.

"She has pancreatic cancer."

"How old is she?"

"Twenty one."

"So young…" I hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"It runs in their family. Her uncle died from it at the age of forty."

"Is she dying?" The words were quiet; weightless.

"Yes." The answer hung in the air.

I tried to process this. His words from earlier came back to me.

"Feel your life flowing through your body. Do you know how important that is? That feeling right there? The steady beating of your heart? Your precious, Bella. Your life is precious."

Had he been thinking about her, even then? I found myself feeling absurdly jealous of the mysterious woman currently lying in the hospital bed.

His phone vibrated against the back of my hand, startling me. He flipped it open quickly.

"Shit!" He sat up quickly, dumping me unceremoniously off of his lap. "I have to go!" He jumped up, patting his pockets chaotically.

"What's the matter? What's going on?" Panic ran through me as I pulled his jacket closed around me.

"She's crashing!" He jumped off the couch, diving into the seat cushions. "Shit, where are my keys?"

I patted the jacket, feeling the weight of his keys swinging in the right hand pocket. I pulled them out and thrust them at him. He snatched them quickly, his eyes frantic. He raced toward the door.

As he pulled the door open, I called out to him. "Edward." This was terrible timing, but I had to know. I couldn't let him run out, back to her, without knowing who she was. He stopped abruptly, turning back to me impatiently.

"Who is she to you?"

He clenched his eyes and dropped his head as his hand clenched around the door.

"My wife."

A/N: OME! He's married? Bet you didn't see THAT one coming! Don'tchya just love cliffies?

I managed to get the Volturi off my back…for a little while. My Smut Dealer is appeased that the reviews are starting to come in…but she's still demanding more. She's a vicious MoFo! So, if you continue clicking that little review button for me, I'll do my best to find some more lemons for you…I promise.