A/N: Thanks, always, to TwiSNFan, Louisemc86, mcc101180 and RaindropSoup. I didn't think I was going to get this out today, but I wanted to make an extra special effort for the girls on Twitter and Facebook. You've been so supportive while I'm going through a rough patch. This is for you, ladies.

P.S. Breaking Dawn 2—wow.


Chapter 10

Hangdog - While lead climbing or on top rope, to hang on the rope or a piece of protection for a rest.

This is happening. The Bulldozer—Edward—is kissing me. And I'm unable to move.

For all of about three seconds.

What starts out as a simple, gentle pressure gradually builds. His lips move, and I find my own moving with them. His hands slide from my face to rest in my hair, weaving through and giving a gentle tug at the roots. My hands, on their own accord, rise from my sides to rest on his biceps for the briefest of moments before I move them up to reach around his neck. The brownish-reddish-goldish hair I've had my eye on for so long is now literally at my fingertips then grasped in my hands. He moans, and I'm done for.

His tongue swipes my bottom lip, and my mouth opens, inviting him in. The slightest of touches to my own tongue gives me just a taste, and dammit—now I want more. My body tingles everywhere, and I feel like a live electric wire from my scalp to my toes. I tilt my head slightly to feel more of him; he does the same. I fit perfectly here, in his arms, against his body—and I wonder how I never quite noticed that before.

He presses one final, closed-mouth kiss to my lips as he pulls back and looks down at me, his hands sliding to my waist. My chest strains as I try to gather breath.

"I want to apologize."

"For kissing me?" He's kidding, right?

He chuckles. "No, I won't apologize for that."

I'm still breathless. "Good."

He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his green eyes earnest. "I haven't apologized for that night in the lobby of the gym. It was rude of me, and I behaved in a way not fitting of a gentleman." He pauses, and gives me sheepish grin. "So, I'm sorry."

I blink. I wasn't expecting that, but it's okay—he's not expecting this.

In a move that's completely unlike me, I reach up behind his neck and pull him to me. His hands sink into my hips as he draws me closer, and it's hard to tell where he starts and I stop as our lips move together. This kiss is not like the previous one, which is made even clearer when my tongue fights with his. I hear him moan, or maybe it's me, as the edge of the bed presses into the back of my knees. I'm at that point between falling backward and pulling him against me when he stops, wrapping his arms around me and groaning into my neck. My breaths come out in heavy pants, and when I open my eyes, the room seems brighter, the colours clearer.

"Bella…"

"Yes?"

"You're making this really hard right now…"

I giggle, 'cause the next line is right there—that's what she said.

He groans again. "You can't say shit like that, really."

"Oh my God, was that out loud?"

"Yes."

"Do I do that often?"

He chuckles, and I feel the rumble vibrate through me where our chests are pressed together. "Yeah, you do."

I close my eyes and grimace. "Shit, I'm sorry."

He pulls back and rubs his nose against mine. "Don't be. It's cute."

I roll my eyes. "If you say so."

"I do." He exhales through his nose. "I'm going to let you get to bed." My ears redden, and he hastily adds, "And I'm going to mine."

Really? What? No! "Okay."

His arms are strong as he holds me and presses his lips to my forehead. "Goodnight, Bella."

-~[YD]~-

In the darkness, I feel the bed shift. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but the cool breeze that comes with the covers being lifted gives me goose bumps. Well, maybe it's not the covers.

Maybe it's him.

I smile as his scent surrounds me. His voice is low when he whispers in my ear. "I couldn't stay away."

Unable to say anything else, I arch my back as his lips work their magic on my neck, teasing me just below my ear. "You smell fucking amazing," he murmurs into my neck, and I roll my body toward him as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hair tickles my hands where fingers meet palms, and I steer his head to find my lips. "Had to be near you…couldn't…"

One kiss blurs into the next, which blurs into the next, until we're not coming up for air. I can taste him, smell him, hear the sound of our lips moving and the air being drawn through his nose. I'm drowning in him—and I never want to surface.

He pushes me back into the mattress and rolls his body over mine. I can feel him along the length of my body—one part more prominently than others. I moan into his mouth, which only urges him on.

After pressing a final kiss to my lips, he pulls back for a moment. "Bella," he says, stroking a stray piece of hair from my forehead. "I just wanted to say that…"

My breath catches. The way he looks at me makes my heart skip a beat before starting again at a slower, louder cadence.

"Yes, Edward?"

He opens his mouth to speak. He pauses as if the words are caught in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he starts again…

Bzzzzzzzzz…

"Edward?"

Bzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzz…

What the…?

My chest heaves, and I open my eyes. A bright stream of light bursts through the crack in the curtains, and I can hear the heavy sound of rain hitting the porch. Sadly, the rain is drowned out by the incessant vibrating of my phone on the nightstand.

I snatch it up and slide the unlock bar, annoyed at myself for setting an alarm—although I can't remember setting it. Yawning loudly, I open my messages—there are two new ones:

Bells - Need 2 cancel 2day. Weather 2 bad. Careful getting out of cabin - roads will b bad. Talk soon. Jake.

B - Didn't want to wake you. Em got a msg from Jake. we're heading back to Seattle early. Edward said he'd drive you home. Will call you ~Alice x

I look at the time on my phone—how did it get to be almost noon? Double-checking the messages, I see that Jake's was sent at seven AM, Alice's at eight-thirty.

I snicker to myself—of course Emmett and Jake exchanged numbers at some stage. That was always going to be a match made in heaven.

After the Bulldozer had given me a very chaste kiss goodnight on the forehead, I climbed into bed and prepared to have a good night sleep. Then I'd tossed. After that, I turned. Then I tossed some more. At about three AM, I got out of bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen. At five, I watched the first light of the morning sky break over the trees through my window. It was after that that I finally fell into a long-overdue slumber.

Dragging my weary, sore body from the twisted sheets of my bed, I stagger to the bathroom and take in the birds' nest on my reflection's head. Reflection's cheeks are flushed and her eyes, although slightly bleary, are brighter than I've seen them in a long time.

With a smile, I gently touch my fingers to my lips, feeling where his kiss took me by surprise last night. I smile wider and blush when I think about where Dream Edward continued what Real Edward started. Then, to add to the solo girly-fest I've got going on in my bathroom, I giggle and do a little wiggle dance.

Letting the water heat in the dream-shower-from-extreme-happy-places, I shed my sleep clothes and soak up the rushing water that cascades over my body. I hum as I lather myself with body wash and do a little dance as I towel off afterward. I dry my hair and give it an extra brush before grabbing my phone and skipping barefoot from the room.

As I get closer to the kitchen, I'm drawn to the smell of coffee. The sound of half a conversation gets louder, and I realize Edward is on the phone.

"No, I haven't seen her this morning…" I watch from the doorway as Edward pours a cup of coffee, the phone braced between his shoulder and his ear. "Yes, I did…" he chuckles "…yeah, she accepted…I know…Yes, I know…I gotta go…Mom…Mom…I will…Love you, too…Bye."

He presses the screen on his phone and turns around. When his eyes fall to me, he grins. "Good morning, sleepy head."

I look up shyly. "Good morning."

He sets his coffee down and walks over to me, taking both of my scratched-up hands in his smooth ones. Turning my right hand over, he traces the silvery scar with his thumb before kissing it gently. Consistent with my girly-ness this morning…er…afternoon, I blush.

"Hmm," he says. "I like it when you do that." He leans down to gently kiss my lips. "Good morning."

I laugh. "You said that. Besides…" I nod to the clock "…it's afternoon."

"You're right." He smiles. "Good afternoon, then."

"Good afternoon."

He kisses me again before pulling back with a hum. "So, breakfast?" He crosses the kitchen and returns to the coffee machine.

I follow and stop at the island to perch myself on one of the stools. "As appealing as that sounds, I think we need to get going. Jake texted me and said the roads might be bad."

"Yes," he says, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to me. "I spoke to the others before they left this morning."

"You did? Why didn't somebody wake me?"

"I wouldn't let them," he replies, as if it should be obvious. "You had a big day yesterday, and a late one last night." He winks at me over his own coffee.

I smile as I take a sip from the steaming cup. "Thank you."

"Anyway, apparently Jacob texted Emmett to cancel today and suggested leaving early. The others left at about nine."

I look at the clock. It's almost one PM, and a quick glance out the window tells me we should probably hit the road, too. "It's really coming down. We really should go…I'll go pack my stuff."

Placing his cup in the sink, he quirks an eyebrow at me. "Kiss first?"

I giggle. "You had one…or two"

Edward strides toward me, wrapping his hands around my waist. "Maybe I want another."

His mouth reaches mine, and resistance is futile. "Okay," I mumble against his lips. He chuckles and, after a moment, pulls away from me.

"I'll tidy up here. We can grab something on the road."

"Thanks." I start to walk toward my room when a thought randomly pops into my head. "Shit, I was supposed to see my dad. He lives in Forks. I know it's out of the way, but…"

From across the kitchen, Edward smiles. "I can take you there. It's no problem."

"Awesome," I say with a grin. "Hey, there's a diner in Forks. I'll treat you to a piece of pie. They make the best pie."

He grins back, his eyes twinkling. "I'll take you up on that. Now go pack—I'll start loading the car."

-~[YD]~-

We're in the car, and we're both soaked to the skin. The rain is pouring down outside—we had to run for the SUV, and even in that one trip, we ended up drenched. Edward has switched on the window demister, and the rain is falling faster than the wipers can clear it. We've locked up the cabin, extinguished the fire, and straightened the rooms. Edward is going to drive me to Forks first before doubling back through Port Angeles to drop off the keys. I hold my hands in front of the heater vent in an attempt to defrost them—the bad weather appears to have really set in. I only hope we can make it down the muddy drive and onto the highway.

Edward is taking the bends on the slippery road near the cabin extra-carefully. I get the impression he doesn't drive in weather like this very often because his hands are gripping the steering wheel so hard that I can see the whites of his knuckles. His brow is furrowed, and he is focusing intently on the road ahead.

A few bends later, I open my mouth to ask if he's okay. Before I can speak, he slams his foot on the brakes. "Shit!"

The car slows before going into a skid, sliding through the mud. Edward turns into it, and the car's rear end slides around. I gasp as we come to a stop—the SUV is perpendicular to the path of the drive. My heart is pounding as the front of the car is directed toward the trees. I look over to Edward—his eyes are closed, and he's pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Edward?" I ask, tentatively placing my hand on his bicep.

"I'm fine," he replies through heavy breaths. "Give me a moment, okay?"

"Sure." I look out my window to see what made him stop so suddenly. The little creek we crossed on the way in has become a raging torrent, white water and all, rushing over the top of the tiny bridge. We look to be just feet away from being taken away with it.

"Damn, that was close," I whisper.

"Too close," Edward replies in a pinched voice—his hands are shaking.

"What do we do now?"

"We'll have to go back to the cabin." He nods in the direction of the rushing water. "There's no way we're getting through there."

I nod. "Do you want me to drive?" He still seems a little freaked out.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm okay." He carefully turns the car around—managing to avoid the water that seems to be slowly creeping toward us—and starts back up the drive toward the cabin. After another trip through the rain to the shelter of the porch, we walk around to the mud room and enter the cabin through the kitchen.

I pull my phone out of my backpack. "I'd better call the owners. We'll need to let them know about the keys."

"I'll start the fire." Edward is already walking toward the great room.

"Okay." I scroll through my text messages until I find the number Alice messaged me last week. I call the cabin owner to let her know we've been rained in, and she doesn't sound surprised. She tells me not to worry—there are no imminent bookings on the cabin given that the season is changing. I'm instructed as to the generator is, and she tells me where spare fuel stored in case we need it. I thank her, and she replies that it's no problem before asking us to drop the keys off once we're able to get out.

She can't promise when that'll be, though—it seems like the storm is building.

After hanging up, I walk into the great room where Edward is crouched in front of the fire. It's beginning to blaze, and I can feel its warmth from where I stand in the doorway.

I take a moment to just observe—with my work, I do a great deal of people watching. While I enjoy imagining the stories attached to the people, I, for the life of me, can't figure out the man who's across the room from me right now.

At times he comes across as standoffish and aloof. He has an aura to him that screams self-confidence; however I've seen that mask slip on more than one occasion. Take just now in the car, for instance—the skid caught him off-guard. Although he'd been driving carefully, when it came down to it, the situation became out of his control. It was then that I'd noticed his eyes widen, his breath quicken, and a sheen of sweat appear across his forehead.

Right now, seated before the fire, he appears calm. Relaxed.

He really is an enigma.

From his position, he stands up and squares his shoulders. I see him cock his head slightly before he turns to face me. A half-grin breaks out on his face, and he walks slowly toward me.

"What did the owner say?" he asks, pausing at the couch to lean against the back of it. He folds his arms and looks at me intently, and I get the impression he knows I was watching him.

"She said it's fine for us to stay. Apparently there's a storm rolling in. She mentioned there's a generator out back."

"Good to know."

"We might be out of here before it gets that bad."

"I doubt that." He smirks and runs his hand through his hair. "But, okay."

"What are you saying?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"You're new to Seattle, right?"

"I grew up here," I reply indignantly.

"But you haven't lived here for a while, right?"

I consider this for a moment. "I moved away after high school."

He walks closer. "All I'm saying is that once a storm rolls in, it tends to hang around."

I straighten my spine. "I know that."

"Yeah, and all that water rushing through the creek?"

I nod.

"Well, we still need to get whatever's coming from upstream." He grins crookedly and saunters toward me. "We could be here for days."

"Days?"

"Uh huh." That scent I've come to associate with him becomes stronger as he nears.

"Oh." With every step he takes, I further lose the ability to speak—let alone think—coherently.

Edward places one hand on my waist. His eyes stare deeply into mine. They're twinkling with…something. "We'll have to find a way to…entertain ourselves. But it's okay, I have some ideas." His voice is husky.

I whimper, just a little.

He looks at me from under his lashes. "So, I was thinking…"

"Yes?" It comes out as a squeak.

"Scrabble?"

I pull back and look at him. "Excuse me?"

He grins, that crooked grin causing his left eye to crinkle slightly. "I asked if you wanted to play Scrabble. You like words, right?" He releases my hip and walks to a shelf by the flats-creen TV that's stocked with board games.

"Um…er…sure."

Holy shit, he's killing me.

Feeling flushed, I blink and tuck my hair behind my ears. "Actually, first I'm gonna go…um…" I thumb in the direction over my shoulder "…unpack, and um…ouch!" I back into a lamp table, the lamp adorning it swaying slightly. I reach out to steady it, preventing it from falling and making for a rather expensive trip. "Yeah. Unpack and freshen up." I'm still walking backward. "I'll be right back."

I flee from the room, swiping up my backpack as I go, and head for the room where I spent the last two nights. Once I'm in, I shut the door, press my back to it, and slide down before hitting the floor.

-~[YD]~-

Edward avoids me once I emerge from my room after my little freak-out. It took a very serious conversation with my reflection in the bathroom mirror for me to be able to walk back out into the great room with everything looking under control.

As soon as I'd returned, he disappeared to have a shower. When I sat on the couch next to him, where he was lounging back and watching TV, he got up to get a drink. Now, it's almost as though he can't bear to be in the same room as me—which is weird.

It's also very frustrating.

Giving up on trying to make further conversation, I decide to start preparing dinner when I realize I need to call Charlie. I told him I'd be there by now—he'll probably be worrying. I go to my room and flop onto the big soft bed, holding my phone above me to dial the familiar digits. My dad answers in his usual gruff fashion, and I can't hide my smile.

"Hi, Dad, it's me."

"Hey, Bells," he greets, his voice taking on that softer edge he seems to reserve just for me. "I was just about to call you. Where are you? You're not driving in this storm, are you?"

"Relax, Dad. I'm not on the road, but we didn't even make it out of the cabin—the stream broke its banks."

"You're staying at the Youngs' place, aren't you? Pinewood Creek Cabin?"

I look around me and stifle a snort—that this place is called a "cabin" still cracks me up. It's far bigger than any house I've ever lived in. "Yeah, that's it. We're still here."

"How are you girls holding up? You might be stuck there a few days, but I know Marina usually keeps the place pretty well-stocked."

I pause—I was never able to lie to Charlie. "Actually, Dad, the others kinda left…"

"You're there by yourself?" I can hear his keys jangling—he's probably getting ready to come rescue me right now.

"No, no…I'm not here by myself." I clear my throat. "One of the guys from the group is with me. He drove me up here—he's Alice's cousin."

I can almost hear the cogs turning in my father's head. "One of the guys?" he asks steadily. "Wait, are you there, alone, with a man?"

I nod, although I know he can't see me. "Yeah."

"Isabella, are you out of your mind?" Chief Swan is in full effect. "You cannot stay there, alone, with some strange man. That's it, I'm calling the station. I'll get the guys, and we'll come and get you. Stay put."

I close my eyes—I totally saw this coming. "Dad, come on. I'm fine. He's very…" I struggle to think of a word to describe Edward in a way my dad will be okay with "…nice."

Through the phone, I swear I hear Charlie's moustache twitch. "Nice, Bella?"

I trace a line on the comforter on the bed with my finger. "Yes, he's um…a doctor." There. He should be happy with that.

"A doctor?"

"Yes…"

"What kind of doctor?"

Shit, I have no idea. Someone told me once, I'm sure of it. "A…bone doctor?"

"Orthopaedist?"

That'll do. "Yeah."

"I still don't like it, Bella."

I sigh. He's probably getting Search and Rescue lined up on his cell phone as we speak. "Come on, Dad. You're being a bit ridiculous. I'm fine."

"Ridiculous?" Oops. Wrong word. "You think being concerned about your welfare makes me ridiculous?"

Shit. "Did I say that? I meant protective." I hear him breathe out in a huff. That seems to be a better word. "Really, Dad, I'm okay. There's plenty of food here, and Mrs. Young told me where to find the generator and extra fuel."

"Well…" he draws out the word "…if you say so. I know you've been plenty of places on your own, and you've always taken pretty good care of yourself in the past." He clears his throat. "And me, too, when I needed it."

I let out a breath I'm not aware of holding. "Thanks, Dad."

"You've still got that pepper spray I gave you? I want you to sleep with it under your pillow tonight."

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay. I just love you, Bells."

"Love you too, Dad."

"Call me tomorrow, okay?"

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

I put my phone down on the bed next to me and cover my face with my hands. A voice from the doorway makes me jerk my head up suddenly.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just needed to call my dad. He was expecting me."

Edward leans his shoulder against the frame of the doorway. I lean back on my elbows and look at him. He quirks an eyebrow at me, and I fall back with a huff. Now he's talking to me? "Are you just going to stand there all day?"

"Actually, I was going to see what you wanted for dinner."

Sweet and sour chicken seems appropriate.

"Sorry?"

"I said, 'I don't mind.' Whatever you can find."

He crosses his arms, still leaning on the doorframe. He's wearing a t-shirt, those damn forearms on display.

So, I'm a little worked up—it's been a while, okay? And his kisses, which I haven't had since this morning…

He pushes off and walks down the hallway, leaving me to my own thoughts—which are loud.

I don't get it. Last night, he kissed me with so much passion that I thought my heart was going to stop. This morning before we left, he was affectionate, with little kisses on the lips and forehead and gentle caresses. Now he's all standoffish again.

Come to think of it, everything changed after we had to turn the car around.

It's probably for the best—I'm not sure that's somewhere I want to go right now. In fact, I'm sure it's not. With kisses comes sex. With sex, for me anyway, comes relationships. And with relationships come cheating assholes who sleep with skanky-whore-sluts literally right in front of you.

Yep. After the whole thing in Arizona, my heart's still fragile. So as frustrated as I am—there's no way I'm letting that happen again—it's best to let it go. I'm just going to enjoy the next…however long I'm here…and the beautiful cabin. Maybe I'll check out the big bookshelf in the great room.

Feeling lighter having had my epiphany, I sit up on the plush bed and take a deep breath. I hop up, heading for the kitchen. Edward is chopping something, while something else delicious-smelling simmers on the stove.

"Mmm…that smells good." My stomach growls, agreeing with me. I take a seat at the island. "Do you need a hand?"

He pauses. "I'm okay with the cooking, but maybe you could get some drinks?"

I busy myself, opening cupboards and finding glasses. "Wine okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Red or white?"

"White would be good. It'll go well with the chicken sauce for the pasta."

Placing the glasses carefully on the counter, I turn to the fridge to retrieve a cold bottle of wine. Rose rearranged the fridge yesterday, so I have to reach down to grab the bottle. Edward makes a strange noise from the other side of the kitchen, almost sounding as if he's in pain. I straighten quickly and turn around.

"Are you okay?"

He turns quickly from me and very industriously stirs the sauce. "Yeah...I…sauce. I…um…burnt my tongue tasting the sauce."

I pour a glass of wine and hand it to him. "Here, this might help."

"Help? Oh yes, the burn." He winces—it must have really hurt. "Right. Thanks."

"O-kay then," I mutter—what did he think I meant? I take a sip from my own wine—which is really good—and settle myself at the island. "So, where did you learn to cook?"

He sets down his glass and fills a pot with water before placing it on the stove. "My mom. She made sure I learned the basics before I moved out to go to college. She wanted to make sure I didn't live off of ramen noodles and beer."

I giggle. For some reason, I can't see Edward being the noodles and beer type and tell him as such.

He gives me one of his uneven grins and takes some salad ingredients from the fridge. "Not really, no. I tend to prefer the finer things."

"Right. Like fancy cars and clothes."

He begins slicing a carrot. "I prefer things that are aesthetically pleasing and well-made. The car is more of a practical choice."

I think about his SUV. "It is a bit of a soccer-mom car."

He pauses mid-slice. "A soccer-mom car?"

"Yeah."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, Edward, I hate to break it to you…" I lean forward and drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper "…but it's a Volvo."

He considers me carefully. "It's the safest car on the market."

I snatch a carrot stick from the pile and take a bite, speaking between crunches. "Dude…my truck would totally crush your family mover any day."

He snorts. "Yeah, if it was dropped from a great height."

"Please."

"Bella, need I remind you that your truck is parked outside Emmett's gym—which is in Seattle?"

I reach for another carrot and yelp when he smacks my hand. "So?"

"So, it's not moving. It's not going to be crushing anything any time soon."

"But it could."

"But it won't."

A thought hits me, and I reach for my phone. "I should see if Emmett can move it for me. I don't want anything to happen to it."

"It's highly improbable that anything will happen to your truck, Bella."

"You don't know that."

"Believe me." He leans forward. "I know."

I roll my eyes. "Pfft."

Edward turns back to stove and stirs the sauce. "Oh, Alice left a bag for you. She said she was supposed to give it to you on Friday, but she forgot." He nods toward the hallway. "It's over there."

I hop down from my stool and walk over to the bag that I didn't notice earlier, crouching to unzip it. Just inside is a note, scrawled by Alice's hurried hand.

.

B,

Just in case.

A x

.

Instinct tells me not to remove anything from the bag, so I rifle through the fabric from my crouched position. Considering there's silk, lace, ribbons, and other textiles not usually associated with daytime outerwear, I hastily close the bag.

"I'm just going to drop this in my room," I announce over my shoulder and scamper down the hallway, not waiting for a response. Closing the door behind me and pulling out a couple of items, my initial suspicions are confirmed: Alice has included a variety of bras, panties, nightgowns—if you can call them that—and a black satin robe. Huh. Just in case, indeed.

Shaking the thoughts of wearing this stuff for anyone from my head, I return to the kitchen. Edward has served up our dinner and is carrying the plates to the dining table.

"I've set up at the table in there." He nods toward the dining table. "I thought we should make the most of the fire, what with the weather still raging outside."

"Sounds good," I reply. I collect my wine glass and the bowl of salad before following him into the great room. We settle at the table opposite of each other.

Edward offers his glass toward mine. "What shall we drink to?"

I think about it for a moment. "How about we start with a nice dinner?"

"That sounds like a good place to start. Here's to you, Bella."

I clink my glass against his as his gaze fixes on me intently.

The room is briefly illuminated with a flash of lightning before a crack of thunder sounds.

Then every single light in the cabin goes out.


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