Here it is...the final chapter! Well, not the final, final chapter as we still have a lil epi that will post in the next couple of weeks:)

Thank you all for your support and wonderful words of praise, encouragement, and constructive criticism. They helped make this experience so much more fun!

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Alright, without further adieu...

Chapter 10

Showdown at Dusk

Edward was alerted to the nearness of the Volturi guard the minute Alice's vision took hold. They were around a bend in the canyon that he and Bella had exited earlier and were coming forward at a steady pace.

"They're here," he said resolutely.

He could sense everyone behind him tense in preparation. Bella's pulse soared on wings of nervousness and anticipation; this only served to heighten her already mouth watering scent. If she kept it up, the Volturi would slaughter her simply because they wouldn't be able to stop themselves.

Stepping back slightly, Edward spoke to her in a smooth calm tone, praying his own trepidation didn't show through.

"Swan, it'll be okay. Wherever you go, I'll be right behind. We are all here to protect you." He reached back to wrap his cool hand around hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks, and Edward if you get staked or burnt to a crisp or whatever the hell it is that kills you, then be prepared to meet me on the other side for the beating of your life, 'kay?"

Bella's half-hearted threat made him laugh. "If I don't make it, then you have my express permission to go postal on my ass."

Turning around fully, he saw Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper walking ahead of the front line of the guard.

"It's good to see you three," Edward said.

"As it is you, son." Carlisle was pulled to a halt fifty yards from Edward.

"Ah, isn't this splendid? A family reunion, of sorts. Carlisle, let us not be rude, please introduce your lovely family to me." The man who spoke was short with long, straight, dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. His features were sharp, almost hawk-like in appearance and his voice carried the melodic cadence of a born and bred Italian.

"Aro, please meet my remaining adopted children: Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, and Alice." Carlisle gestured to each and in turn they bowed their heads slightly in acknowledgement.

"The pleasure is all mine. Now, my brothers and I would very much like to avoid a confrontation. If you will kindly hand over the human woman, we will return those of your family in our care, and we'll be on our way," he said flippantly.

Dude has balls the size of Texas. Edward heard Emmett's thoughts and nearly choked trying to hold back the laughter.

"I don't believe that is possible. You see, we've all vowed to protect Isabella with our lives. The world deserves the truth that you and your court would hide."

"It seems we are at an impasse. You will not surrender what we need and we will not let her or any of you leave here alive. Guards, begin!" Aro yawned.

-BS—

In milliseconds, Bella felt the air of moving bodies whoosh past her in all directions. The sun had set completely, forcing her to engage her night vision goggles. The scene that awaited her was terrifying and beautiful wrapped in one hell of a warped package.

Bodies flew and the sounds of stone meeting stone surrounded her, filling her head 'til it pounded. She was still surrounded by her guards, realizing quickly that their ranks had grown by three, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle. She thanked whatever forces were at work that they had made it away from the Volturi's front line with all body parts intact. Except, she thought, Jasper might be missing an ear.

Whatever, dude has supersonic hearing with both so he can afford a downgrade.

Slowly, her circle of protection widened and moved to take her out of the fray. They were gaining ground…but suddenly everything changed. The group was being pushed closer together in seconds as wave after wave of attackers lunged forward. Bella was forced into a crouched ball, unable to actually move anywhere. Horror stricken, she witnessed her protectors being picked off, one by one, the victims of an invisible predator. They writhed on the ground around her, unable to respond to her questions as she went to each of them. Edward was her last stop, and it was all he could do to grab her arm and whimper for her to run. So she did.

After just a few short strides, her ankle was attacked by hands…large, cold hands. (this fragment doesn't make much sense. You may want to expand on what the hands were doing to her.) Looking down, she could barely contain the shriek that threatened to rip its way through her throat.

A legless body was attacking her as it tried to climb its way up her body. She used her unhindered leg to kick the disabled vampire, finally getting it to release her other leg and allow her to gather her wits. It continued to crawl toward her with a fierce determination and sneer on its face. Looking around, she grabbed the first thing she could find to defend herself, a really large rock.

Without thought, she hurled the rock at the head of the crawling vampire but it did little to deter it. The rock broke into a million little pieces and didn't even leave a dent. She continued to back away as the damned creature clawed through the dirt in her direction.

Picking up another rock, this one quite a bit larger, she repeated her action and threw it at the body on the ground. Again the rock was simply pulverized into dust; it didn't hinder the vampire's progress at all.

"Leave me alone, you motherfucking, legless shit!"

Frustrated with her inability to stop the approaching vampire, Bella picked up any pebble or loose dirt she could find and hurled it as fast as she could.

"Why... Won't... You... Just... Fucking... DIE!" She screamed in frustration.

Just as she was about to completely lose it and start stomping on the thing; she felt arms around her and a large hairy mass next to her. Turning in the arms that held her, she looked up into Emmett's face as he grinned ruefully at the suddenly terrified, motherfucking, legless shit on the ground.

"Bellsy, we'll take it from here. You just stay close to the shifters and try to find a safe place to camp out 'til this is over, okay?" Emmett had to yell his instructions for her to hear them over the din of battle.

"Okay. Be safe, Emmett." She gave him a quick squeeze and turned to find a way out of the middle of the fighting.

Trying to stay close to the larger bodies of the bears and wolves, Bella made her way through the moving mess and into a very small cave. From her vantage point, she could still see the fighting but had lost track of the Volturi rulers. It was hard to calm herself enough to sit quietly in her stone sanctuary with adrenaline coursing through her veins. But sit she did. She sat so long that she nodded off, which was her first mistake.

The feeling of being pulled roused her from her nap and she opened her eyes to a scene that shot panic through her system faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle. The short blond vampire girl in the Volturi's main guard had hold of her right leg and was pulling her toward the small grouping of leaders several yards away.

Bella ran through her options quickly and decided the best thing to do was to not fight; that would likely end up with her gaining a broken bone and no more freedom than she currently had.

"You know, I'd walk if you'd just let my fucking leg go."

"I'm sure you could but that would take all the pleasure out of dragging you, now wouldn't it?"

Great, Bella was being dragged to her death by a sadistic pre-teen with the strength of ten men.

Fucking perfect.

By the time the duo reached Aro, Bella's back was scratched and bleeding. The look on the faces of the vampires with Aro spoke volumes, but she knew she was safe for a little while as he needed her and dead bodies don't give directions.

"What do you have there, my darling Jane?" Aro asked.

"I have the human woman, Master. My talent doesn't seem to affect her." She pouted.

"Very good, Jane. Now, now, dear, we mustn't pout when things don't go our way. There are plenty of other bodies for you to punish right now. Go and have your fun. If I need you I will send Renata."

Bella could feel Aro's beady eyes raking over her. He was lecherous and the evil rolled off of him like heat off of pavement.

"It seems your motley collection of protectors failed in their mission, little one." He grabbed Bella's hand in his own. A look of complete amusement lightened his face before he continued. "It also seems that you are completely immune to all of our talents. Pity I have to dispose of you when the tablet is found, because you would make a delightful addition to my fold. No matter." He sighed. "Since we will not be able to resolve this as easily as I'd hoped we will have to find a nice quiet place away from this ruckus to pry the information from you. Renata, carry our guest please."

-BS-

Edward searched frantically for any scent of Bella. He had finally broken away from the fighting after that crazy blond nut job was done with her mind fuckery, and he immediately began looking for the woman at the center of the drama. He followed her scent to a small cave and then found traces of her blood on the ground for several yards before it abruptly ended.

Standing on the last spot he could smell her, he huffed in a large, unnecessary breath before marching back over to the fighting. Kicking both limbs and the occasional odd survivor hell bent on continuing the fight out of his way, he checked on any from their side that had fallen, noticing that there were by far more casualties for the Volturi than their own.

On one side, he noticed Jasper and Carlisle gathering bits and pieces and throwing them into a fire that hissed and crackled with every new addition.

"Bella's missing. I'm going in deeper to find her," he said resolutely.

"Take as many of the shifters as you can, and remember to check with those stationed along the ridge. Be careful, son." Carlisle reached in to give Edward a one armed hug.

"I will."

After gathering Emmett, shifters and a few of the Southern coven together, Edward laid out a plan of attack. They would split up and each group would take one path into the canyon. If all went well, one of them would find Bella while the other denied the Volturi the ability to retreat.

-BS-

When Bella came to, everything was too dark and smelled of damp earth.

I'm in a cave. Figures.

As her thoughts brought about an audible grunt, she felt the air around her swirl violently and then cold, hard fingers attach themselves to her upper arms.

"I see our captive has decided to awaken and just in time. I was becoming quite impatient. Now, I have some questions for you, pet." Aro purred grotesquely.

"Oh, really? Well, I doubt I'll be much help, you egomaniacal little bat!"

"Are insults really necessary, Isabella? I simply need to know where the tablet is. It's a fairly straightforward question. I would much prefer not to have to torture you, though I know my dear brother, Caius, would take extreme pleasure in doing just that. So, it would please me if you would simply answer the question. Afterwards I can kill you quickly and painlessly."

Bella's small laugh turned into something dark and menacing before she could even contemplate answering him.

"Aro, what makes you think that giving you the key to continuing your charade is any better than being tortured? I will never tell you where it is. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, dickhead!"

"Very well, torture it is. Caius, do what you must but be sure not to kill her and draw as little blood as possible. We shall wait outside to avoid any…accidents."

As Bella peered around the inky hole she sat in, she could discern movement through the little light coming in the cave opening. This was it. She would die in a cave in the Grand Canyon to protect a world she had never imagined could really exist. She just hoped it wasn't in vain, because that would really piss her off.

"Well now, we're alone at last. I think I'd like to see just how much you can take, my little human."

And with that the beating began. Bella's screams for mercy went unanswered and every now and then Aro would saunter in and ask where the tablet was, expecting her to have had enough and give in. Each time she refused to answer. This happened four times before Bella lost count; the next thing she could remember was hearing bones crunch and feeling a searing pain in her thigh. She promptly passed the fuck out.

-BS-

Edward's and Emmett's teams both heard Bella's screams at the same time, and they raced to the source. The minute they reached the area outside the cave, three of them fell to their knees as the crazy blond attacked them with her mind. Edward was able to scoot around the perimeter and avoid her notice long enough to knock her down. Meanwhile, Emmett took on the other woman that was always at Aro's side.

Dude, these chicks fight dirty! Emmett's mind chuckled as he fought to keep Renata's hands away from his "family jewels". Her persistence was admirable but she made one mistake and lunged when she should have ducked, allowing Emmett to get his hands around her head and pull swiftly. Edward bit, clawed and finally ripped Jane's head from her shoulders just as she had begun her slow torture. He sat on her torso when he was through to rid his mind of the lingering pain she had caused. One of the shifters immediately grabbed her head and started a fire.

Having disposed of two of the bigger threats, they made their way into the cave to hear Aro and another man in a heated argument.

"I told you not to kill her! Why do I trust anyone else to take care of things appropriately? And you…you're a leader! Bah! Bring her to me gently before we lose all hope of ridding the world of the tablet."

Before anyone had a chance to touch Bella's unconscious form, Edward ran full force at the man Aro was arguing with while Emmett took down the last two remaining guards; Aro was left on his own. He started forward in an attempt to reach the girl before Edward or Emmett could scoop her up but was stopped by the menacing tone of Edward's words.

"Don't touch her. It's over, Aro. Admit defeat and surrender, or die. The choice is yours."

"Defeat and surrender have no place in my vocabulary. As for dying, I would like to see a young whelp like you try to bring down the majesty of my reign."

"Your time is up, and when I throw your body onto the fire I will feel no sense of remorse for having been the one to cease your endless prattle about the way our lives should be lived. Volterra will remain the capital of the vampire world, but its rulers will have been whittled from three to one. Marcus is well aware of your involvement in Didyme's death, and we received word just today that we have his blessing and backing to protect the tablet as well as Bella."

"That traitor! After all I've done for him. That woman wanted nothing more than the status that went along with being mated to a king! She was useless." Aro continued to rant as Emmett carefully made his way to Bella's side.

Her pulse is weak, Edward. She's dying. There isn't much time.

Edward's mind spun with the implications of Emmett's revelation. There was nothing else to be done.

"I'm sorry to cut your monologue short, Aro, but it seems as though the young woman on the ground is dying, and I'd never forgive myself for allowing that to happen. Emmett will take care of you. I hope you rot in the fires of hell, and the devil makes you his bitch."

As carefully as they could manage, Emmett handed Bella's broken body to Edward before launching his hulking form on a retreating Aro whose speed and size were obviously no match for Em's.

Edward sunk back to the ground and settled Bella into his arms, her bottom resting on his outstretched legs.

"Why did you do this, Bella? We could have caught them. You didn't need to sacrifice yourself when victory was so clearly ours." If Edward could have wept he would have.

There was no welcomed snarky return from his beautiful girl's lips; only uneven breaths mixed with the sweet smell of her blood as it trickled from the side of her mouth. His long silent heart ached with phantom pressure. He would change her though he couldn't imagine his life without the grounding presence of her own rhythmic heartbeats. He felt selfish for wanting her to be with him always and for taking her life but without this she would die anyway. Feeling the need to put words to his pain he began talking to her.

"You've really left me no choice, Swan. I can't live without you, and I'm not really all that hot on dying. Damn it! I know this is a truly selfish thing to do, but you can't give me an answer. I'm going to make you like me, Bella. We can be together always, and I promise to find a way for you to see your family and friends again, though you can only be honest with Angela. Forgive me for this, sweet girl."

His hand wiped the sweat and grime from her face as he lifted her breast to his mouth. If he had to change her, then he would take first from the one place he knew he wanted most: her heart. He drank greedily, only stopping to seal a bite and move onto another artery, knowing this would speed up the process, even just a little. With every suck and gulp, he had to fight the urge to drain her completely; his feelings for her were the only thing that stopped him.

Once the deed was done, he simply sat and held her, wishing he would have met her when he was young and human. As the hours passed and Bella became vocal about the pain she was enduring, Edward tried desperately to focus on what life together would be like. He had hoped to have the chance to court her, even though they had already screwed that up with the whole "hot animal sex" back in Washington. He supposed it wasn't too late to follow through with his initial intentions; they just wouldn't be following the same rules his parents had over a century ago. Lord knows he couldn't keep his hands to himself for more than a few minutes while in her presence, let alone keep his dick under control long enough to propose without fucking her silly.

At the five hour mark, his thoughts were interrupted by the soft murmurs of voices outside the cave entrance. His family and the remaining vampires and shifters had congregated to decide when they should interrupt his time with his mate, for that is what she was and he hoped that didn't disappoint her when she woke.

"You can come in. It's begun."

A symphony of shuffles made its way closer until he was surrounded by those he had fought beside earlier. A firm hand found purchase on his shoulder before the owner spoke.

"You did the right thing son," Carlisle said.

"I hope so, Carlisle. It wasn't easy but I was able to control myself. Is there anywhere we can take her?"

"I have a cabin about fifty miles away. It's stocked with linens and large enough for your family. You're welcome to use it," Maria whispered.

"Thank you, I think we will. I'm very grateful for everything you brought to the table, Maria. You are an extraordinary woman." Edward gave her a grateful look.

"Thank you for giving us back our souls."

"We didn't give you anything you didn't already have, other than knowledge. I think I'm ready to get her someplace a little more comfortable, Carlisle."

Edward stood, refusing to hand Bella to anyone, and began walking to the cave opening with everyone else trailing behind him. The fight was done, as was the cleanup. The only evidence that something monumental had happened were the fresh gashes in the walls of the canyon and the scorch marks on the ground. They had left their mark, and it had been worth it. Edward could only imagine the ghost stories that would be born from the sounds that had echoed off the rock that night. He was sure they would be truly entertaining and just hoped that dead vampires didn't like to haunt places.

-BS-

Fire. Ice. Everything nice!

What the fuck? They play show tune inspired shit in hell?

Bella's mind was awash with pain and really poor attempts at hell-inspired show tunes, it seemed. This caused more pain but of the mental variety instead of the physical.

She tried to move her limbs but it was if they had been set in cement; they were heavy…too heavy. Everything was heavy, and she could barely vocalize the pain sweeping through her. Somewhere on the edges of sanity she could hear the voice of God. She was sure it was Him because it was beautiful, and during the short bits of time that the pain receded enough for her to concentrate, it set her mind ablaze in light. He was singing to her, not the crappy shit the devil would have you listen to in his dominion but something ethereal and calm. Then, much too soon the pain would fill her up again and God's melody would be relegated to the outer limits. If she could just focus on that she might be able to live her lifetime in hell and not…

Wait a minute! If I'm in Hell then why the fuck would God be singing to me? Dude gave up on me! This isn't right…

Before her thoughts could continue she realized the pain was lessening and the heaviness in her body was lightening. Perhaps she wasn't in Hell, but then where was she?

-BS-

Time passed in short bursts: seconds, minutes, hours. Everything ran together as Edward sat trying to soothe away Bella's pain with the only tool he had at his disposal, his voice. There were moments when he was sure she could hear him; the perpetual mask of pain she wore would slip, and her mouth would turn up at the edges. It would kill him a little more when the mask would resume its place and the almost-smile would fade.

Most of the time, Edward hunched over her still form, himself in agony too, but there were the few minutes when her ramblings would take on a more Bella-esque quality. He only hoped she remembered some of what she was dreaming because he had to know why she muttered about Hell, fucking show tunes, and God's voice. He was sure there would be quite a story behind it all.

The only time he permitted himself to leave the room was when Rose and Alice shoved him out. They were determined to clean Bella up and have her wake looking "marvelously poised"-Alice's words-rather than caked in dirt and blood. After thinking on it, he agreed that it would be a much better way to wake up to a new world. When they were done, he promptly kicked his family out and told them to await him and Bella in Alaska. They would have to leave their cabin in the Canyon and avoid returning to Forks until they knew Bella would have no problems being around humans.

As the end of the third day approached, his anticipation became fevered and his foot tapped uncontrollably in such a violent manner, that it brought down several pictures on the wall of the bedroom. What would she be like when she opened her eyes? Would she remember him? Would she remember his reason for changing her? Would they still feel that overwhelming connection? Would she allow him to still fuck her silly?

What? I'm a guy!

He could hear each and every tick and tock of the clocks throughout the cabin. She had to be close to waking. To soothe his nerves, he began singing again and his fingers played the melody on his legs. He closed his eyes to imagine they were a piano instead.

He was lost in the music when something touched his hand, causing him to jump like his ass was on fire and put his leg through the floor of the cabin on his way down.

"What the hell?"

"Edward?" He heard her voice and focused all efforts on releasing his leg from the mangled wood, so he could go to her.

"I'm here, Bella. Are you okay? Do you remember what happened? Do you need something?"

She chuckled but remained lying as she was with her eyes closed. "Slow down, Trigger. I'm not sure about anything right now, but I need to know if we're dead and in Hell. If we are, then I believe I owe you a beat down for not only getting yourself killed but letting me get killed too."

Shit! She hadn't wanted to die but here she was…dead as a fucking doornail. Shit, shit, SHIT!

"Well, the good news is you're not in Hell, and I made it out without a scratch on me. Which is actually more than I can say for Jasper, but we did find his ear so it's all good now. Uh, what was I saying? OH, right, not Hell. Um, the bad news is you are…kinda…dead."

"What do you mean 'kinda dead'? Either I am or I'm not or… OH, you changed me?" Bella lifted her head and opened one eye. Her gaze pinned Edward to his seat, his leg still stuck in the gaping hole in the floor.

"Yes?"

"That sounded like a question, Cullen. Either you did or you didn't. My guess is you did because otherwise I really am in Hell and your leg will be stuck there for eternity just so we can't touch each other. That would suck major donkey balls."

She continued to ramble about donkey balls, sucking, and the unfairness of the devil's devices while Edward's small chuckle turned into loud belly laughs.

"Stop! Please, for the love of God, stop talking about sucking any kind of balls! My dick can't handle that shit coming out of your mouth! I did change you. I just wasn't sure it's what you wanted. I thought you might go postal on my ass even though we're both on the earthly side of the pearly gates!"

"Oh. OH! So I'm a vampire, huh? That must be why the clock sounds like it's sitting inside my head. Good to know! OKAY! What do we do about…" Her voice faded as her hand flew to her throat and her head tilted back, her nose twitching. "What is that? It smells like really rare roast beef."

"In theory, it is. What you smell is the herd of cattle about ten miles down the road. You're hungry, Bella. That burn you feel replaces the human rumble of an empty stomach."

"Hmmm," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I suppose there's no time like the present to figure this shit out, huh?"

"I suppose you're right, my dear. Shall we?" Edward offered her his hand to help her rise completely from the bed. "And when we're done, I have a few more ideas on how you can stretch your new and improved body." He wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Dude, a proper date is dinner and then nookie. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

-BS-

"So how long do we have until we need to meet your family in Alaska?"

"Erm, doesn't really matter. It's gonna take me a bit to fix the damage we've caused here. Maria would burn me alive if she saw how our fun has fucked with her cabin."

"Speaking of fun…" Bella wrapped her hand around Edward's wrist and spun him to meet her nose to nose. "How about we fuck with her house one more time? Ya know, one for the road and all that? Then I can help you fix'er up better than new!"

Bella caught a low groan, or possibly a growl from Edward before he was on her like white on rice.

"God, woman! You drive me crazy. How is it possible that we can still want each other after so much already?"

Bella didn't answer, unless ripping every shred of material off his body was considered an answer. Her hands worked their way from his face to his torso and then lower. She felt his cock harden and throb as she worked it over with sure hands.

"Bella. Don't. Stop."

And so, she didn't. Turning their bodies quickly, she hovered over him bringing her lips to his cock and licking the tip. Over the two days since her change was complete, she had memorized everything that made him moan, squirm, and grunt in satisfaction. The licking thing worked like a charm, and she received all three.

As she continued her adoration of his nether regions, she could feel Edward tug at her hair. It was annoying, as she was very much enjoying her current occupation.

"Cullen, if you ever want me to blow you again you'll cease and desist. I'm enjoying myself down here."

"God, I must be fucked up, but I need you to stop. I want to try something."

This one little phrase peaked Bella's wandering newborn mind and she looked up.

"I'm waiting."

"Come here and lay down."

Such a simple request shouldn't make her pussy clench, but it did. As a matter of fact she began wondering if she could crack a nut using only her vag muscles. That would be handy except she didn't need to eat food anymore and she was fairly sure her friends and family wouldn't appreciate the party trick.

She did as she was asked.

"I want to make love to you, Bella, slowly, lovingly, and without destruction. Do you think we can do that?" As Edward spoke, he peppered her belly and breasts with feather light kisses. In her human life it would have tickled, but now it merely worked to heighten her already smoking senses.

"I can try…for you, love. Make love to me, Edward. Please."

Her quiet request was met with a passionate kiss. Edward's hands roamed every inch of her body that he could reach without breaking the kiss. Bella's hands found themselves woven into his hair as she soaked in the meaning of his gentle caresses. He loved her: body, mind, heart, and soul. But what was more stunning was that she reciprocated tenfold.

Their thorough exploration continued as Edward made his way down her body, paying special attention to the swollen peaks of her breasts and milky curve of her stomach. The sensations were at once, overwhelming and perfect.

"Edward, please. Your mouth."

Her writhing body lying beneath his seemed to drive him further; but never so much that he lost sight of his original goal. He leisurely brought his finger down her swollen lips and teased her entrance before making his way to her clit. Her sigh of pleasure was his indication that he had hit his intended target.

With a smirk he bent his head, inhaling her unique scent. He flicked his tongue out to tease her clit just a little more before going in for the kill.

Moans of desire echoed off the walls and ceiling creating a symphony of sounds. She was close, and they both knew it. He continued his intimate kisses while tickling her entrance again. suddenly, he plunged his fingers into her dripping pussy and curled them to hit her sweet spot. After a few pressured strokes, she came undone below him, clawing his head and whimpering his name.

"I will seriously never underestimate the power of a finger again," she said, panting.

Rather than chuckle, Edward made his way up her body and stared down at her lovingly.

"And I will never underestimate the power of your voice. You could make me do anything with a simple request."

As he bent down to kiss her slowly, he heard what he imagined a sob would sound like.

"Bella, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really. I…I've just never felt so loved or cared for. Wild Kingdom-style fucking is definitely still high on my list, but I think this whole making love thing is growing on me."

It was just like her to take something sweet and perfect and joke about it. But if she didn't it wouldn't be Bella, and Edward loved all of her, snarky asides included.

"Shut up and let me continue to make love to you, you crazy, dirty mouthed, beautiful woman."

As he said the last words, he pushed into her with painstaking slowness, relishing the feel of being surrounded by her. Never breaking his gaze, he pulled out almost completely before pushing back in. The euphoric feeling of orgasm was building quicker for both of them than it ever had before, but they longed to hold on to these amazing feelings. Their bodies continued to work together in a rhythm only lovers knew; only their keening moans were an indicator of the closeness of their goal. With one final crash of hips and legs and the stuttering squeeze of hands entwined, they came together.

Making love was indeed going to be high on both their lists from then on out.

All righty! I have a few rec's but should have a lot more when I post the epi (which I have started but is not done;).

http:/www dot fanfiction dot net/s/6294495/1/ Pistols and Petticoats by Saltire884...This is a wonderfully gritty story about the old west. Edward is a loner who wins Bella in a card game. The thing is, she's far better off with him that she was with her father. Great story with a wonderful plot!

http:/www dot fanfiction dot net/s/6195062/1/ We are Three by Withaplomb...Edward and Bella have a one night stand that is simply amazing but afterwards life takes over and they don't reconnect...until Bella finds out she's preggars. This is heartwarming and so far, low on the angst. I also happen to be the prereader for this lil gem so I think it rocks!