Hey guys, sorry for the long wait, but I'm getting discouraged. For the last chapter I only got two reviews. That's sad considering it was over 3,000 words. You guys aren't leaving me much love, so I hope that changes soon because I am telling you, the later chapters will be up in 'Oh Hell' ally, if you've ever read my oneshot. This chapter has a little bit of teasing, to be warned.

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Chapter 11

"Hi Bella!" Abby skipped up to me in the park. Her long hair was flowing behind her, loose and free. She was wearing a cute little yellow sundress with pink flowers all around it. She had a pair of those kid sunglasses on, yellow and in the shape of stars. Her sandals were bright white with little yellow stars around the thick band that went over her cute little, shocker there, yellow painted toenails.

"Hello Abby, how are you?" I smiled as she grabbed my hand. Her's was nice and soft, warm and comforting.

"I'm great. I'm glad you keep coming to visit me." She grinned before pulling me along with her.

"Well Abby, it's starting to seem like I don't have much of a choice." I laughed along with her as she pulled me through the small trail running through the forest. "Where are we going?" I asked, instantly worried, but not wanting to leave the girl alone.

"To visit Daddy. He wants to see you." She kept a firm grip on my hand, pulling me faster. I had to run to keep up with her. She was fast for someone who was only three feet tall with little legs.

"Abby, I don't think that's such a good idea sweetheart." I tried to get her to slow down, but already we were nearing the light through the end of the forest. "Sweetheart…"

"Abby, honey where are you?" I heard a sweet velvet voice ask the entrance of the woods.

"Here Daddy!" she cried, finally letting go of my hand and jumping into the arms of the man before us. I couldn't make out his face yet. I cautiously stepped forward. He looked my way, and I gasped.

"Bella?" It couldn't be, "Isabella?" No, "Bella!" I opened my eyes quickly, looking up into Edward's face. I yelped and ended up tossing myself over the edge of the small cot. I heard a bark of laughter and then Edward looked over the edge, giving me a hand. On impulse I pulled with as much strength as I could muster. He gave me a funny look when it didn't even cause him to topple a little. I groaned.

"Couldn't you have played along?" I asked sullenly with a small pout.

"Why don't you try that again?" he asked with a gleam in his eyes.

"Nope," I turned my head, crossing my hands over my chest. "The time has passed." I heard his quiet chuckled before he leaned down and picked me up, setting me on the edge of the bed next to him. This was the first time I had a chance to look at him, and it appeared he was already dressed. I flicked the collar of his polo and he caught my hand.

"I have to go to work, but I wanted to let you know before I ended up going."

"Oh, thanks for your consideration." I smiled and snuggled back into the pillows. They smelt like him. I closed my eyes, but after a few seconds I sensed he wasn't leaving so I cracked open my eyes again. "What's wrong?"

He looked away with a blush. "I was wondering, did you realize, or even know for that matter, that you were sleep-talking an awful lot last night?"

I groaned and buried my head into my pillows. "I know I do, yes. But I was at least hoping you wouldn't be able to hear anything."

"Well, I heard a lot of jumbled phrases, but I could piece them together for the most part." He said shamefully.

"Terrific." I muttered. "What'd I say?"

"Well, you were," he coughed lightly, "Talking about me some," I looked away and blushed, remembering that particular dream, "and then you stopped, and restarted talking about someone named, Abby..?" he trailed off, asking if that was the right name. I nodded my head, screwing up my eyes to try and remember what it had been she wanted to show me. "Then you started talking about her dad and the woods…"

"Yeah, I don't remember it clearly exactly." I told him. He didn't press for more information, but he did ask one question.

"Who's Abby?"

I looked over to him. "A little girl I met at the park one day. She was very sweet, and very inspirational." I smiled back at the memory.

"Oh, was she now?" he too grinned.

"Yeah, just like you." I closed my mouth up tight. I hadn't wanted to remind him about his portrait. I was hoping he would have forgotten. He smiled wider.

"Lovely, a reminder. And when will I be able to see this portrait?" He leaned over me, forcing me farther back into the mattress. I closed my eyes, not falling into his unique green ones, trying to keep a firm lock on my control, but then I never expected his tongue to snake out and lick at my neck. A groan came from somewhere in the room. I blushed before opening my eyes, realizing it was my own. His eyes were darker and his breathing was slightly labored. He leaned down and suckled on my neck, inhaling, causing me to moan as he continued to lick at the skin. He sucked hard and then soothed it with his tongue before pulling back. "I have to leave, already I'm late because of you, you little vixen," he kissed my closed mouth quickly before sitting up. "but we'll continue this later, don't worry." He left, closing the front door behind him after saying a quick goodbye.

I sat still, trying to control my raging hormones and breathing. I glanced at the clock. Eight-fifteen. If he was late, then work must start at eight for him. I winced, thinking he stayed a few extra minutes because of me. I hoped he wouldn't get in trouble. Even if it was early in the morning, sleeping next to Edward had given me the most peaceful sleep I've ever gotten.

I got dresses in sweat pants that I rolled up to my knee and a t-shirt to match. Today was the day. I was going to finish Esme's painting. I got out all my supplies, everything I was going to need to put the finishing touches on the portrait. Then I froze, remembering Edward's portrait. I rushed back into my room and grabbed it from the closet. "I'll put you away before the real you comes back." I promised the painting, and myself. I wasn't ready for him to see it, and I wanted to see how serious he was about this morning. A shiver ran through my body as I hurried back into the kitchen. I put my music on loud, clearing my head of anything but it and my painting. This was it.

I sang along to the song I was listening to, a new song I heard from Emmett days ago.

Here's to the note she wrote, well raise the bottle
Oh, got drunk and made out with a model
What the hell is going on tonight?

I tweaked a few things here and there on the drawing as I hummed along, not yet knowing all the words, except for the chorus. I had all their hair done, Esme's face, the top half of the clothing. I started on Carlisle, deciding to finish him before I began working on Esme or Edward.

It seems I'm stuck in game mode
The settings are hit it and quit it, don't go home alone tonight
Girl, you're alright, girl, by my side

You weren't the best I've ever had
You weren't the best I've ever had

I paused briefly in my humming to concentrate on Carlisle's suit jacket. It was a grey, navy type of color. I studied it for a few moments as I tried to see what colors would be good to blend and create the right shade to match. I mixed a few blue-grays and dark navies until I had an almost exact replicate. Coloring with one pastel first, I colored in part of his suit, the darker part the light didn't touch. It was almost hidden in the shadows of the large room.

We're the boys with the cars that show off our scars that get the girls that rock your world
Don't you wish you knew what it was like to be me?

I finished half of his suit, making sure I left enough room at the bottom so that my hand didn't smear any of the pastels accidentally. I began mixing a light shade for the other half, first trying a little bit of white over top of the other color.

Here's to the note she wrote, well raise a finger
Obscene gestures, so she said
But I only said sweet things to get you in bed

I paused in finishing the entire jacket of the suit, glancing at the clock before getting up to make some breakfast. I sang along as I made a bowl of cereal, standing near the sink while I ate, I finished listening to the song. I already had it on repeat, so it began again before I had to walk over and change it. I shrugged, decided to listen to it again, and washed my bowl before setting it on a towel to dry. I dried my hands thoroughly before returning to my workstation. I stared at Esme's dress, a unique combination of gold and green, with a small beaded bodice, Esme was a petite woman, and began planning. I grabbed all the colors, bringing them closer to me. I picked out the lighter and darker greens I thought would go good together, and grabbed the silver and gold while at it. I dabbed a little water into a tray and scraped off little pieces of the colors, mixing them to form a liquid combination. I added flecks of gold in my concoction and a small dab of silver. I swirled them around, mixing them until they blended. It was perfect. I began working on her dress, careful and attuned to the simple yet delicate design.

And she was touching, teasing me
Her game was good, but I was playing easy
See I had the will to leave it alone

Finished with that up to where I stopped on Carlisle's suit, and noticing it was a little past ten, I stood up to stretch, keeping the music going on the same song. Don't you love the ones that don't get old? I sang along as I stood studying the picture Esme had given me. Next would be Edward's little outfit. And his cute little teddy, Killer. I still laughed at the name. It was adorable. Edward's outfit was white mostly, with beige and just a splash of green, like his mother's dress, to bring out his sparkling eyes. I used the same green form Esme's dress to add the color needed to his outfit. The bear was slightly trickier. In the picture the light it was in was darker than I wanted it to be, thought it would look good in. But I didn't want to lighten it incase the bear was really that dark in person. I studied his eyes instead, little button eyes that were a solid black color. Now that was easier to deal with. I did the eyes, finished Edward's outfit, and the whole left side of the drawing, including Carlisle. His pants were easy enough to color in, and the carpet was a plush dark redish-brown color, also easy enough to mix together. Glancing at the clock again I realized it was almost lunchtime. I sat staring at the picture, trying to figure out what to do about the bear, when two things happened at once. I was singing along to the next part of the song, and the front door to my flat was being slowly pushed open. I didn't notice until it was too late.

Though her words were mean she still escorted me home

And she said, "You're with the best you'll ever have"
And I said, "You're not the best I've ever had"

Singing those two sentences I felt myself seized from behind. A quick yelp escaped me as I came face to face with Edward. He was grinning down at me evilly. I barely got out his name before he bent his head and crashed his lips onto my own. I gasped into his mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair. I heard his groan and then his tongue was exploring my mouth. My body was flush against his and I could feel his happiness from down below. I giggled and pulled back. Edward moved his head to my neck, moaning again when he saw his little love bite from earlier.

"Edward," I tried to be coherent. "Edward, stop." I laughed as he sighed and pulled away. "What are you doing here?" I asked, slightly breathlessly.

"Early lunch. Thought I'd stop by and see what you were doing. And of course, kissing you was just an added bonus." I flushed and turned back into the kitchen.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked shakily.

"You." I spun around.

"Edward…" he changed topics almost immediately.

"What are you listening to, naughty, naughty Bella?" he asked playfully, coming back towards me until he had me trapped against his hard angled body and the sink.

We're the boys with the cars that show off our scars that get the girls that rock your world
Don't you wish you knew what it was like to be me?

"Oh my god. This one's amazing. He's not like all the other guys."

"Dude, I think this girl's falling for me."

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if I should, but it would be so easy."

"It's um," damn, I used to know. "A Day Away, and the song is…" I trailed off even more, trying to turn my head. He gently bit my earlobe, causing me to groan again.

"What's the song called, love?" he asked huskily. He began tracing patterns on the exposed part of my stomach where the shirt didn't completely meet the sweats. He knew what it was called, and he was torturing me with it. "Isabella?" he asked, kissing the side of my neck, no doubt feeling the erratic beating of my pulse.

"It's called, um,"I had to pause to catch my breath. His hand was trailing lower, yet not quite where I wanted it to be. I groaned and arched back, trying to communicate without words what I wanted most.

"Nuh uh. You still haven't answered me yet darling." His thumb flicked lowly, making me cry out, but was gone in the next instant.

Don't you wish, don't you wish you knew what
Don't you wish, don't you wish you knew what
Don't you wish, don't you wish you knew what

"Oh God, Edward," this was driving me insane. It was too much to do nothing about, but not enough to satisfy me. "Please." I hissed, moving my hips up. He evaded, keeping my trapped against his hard body and the hard counter. I flung my head back as I tried to reach that height, but he wouldn't let me, stopping before I reached it. He hadn't even done anything to insure this! All this teasing was driving me up the wall. I had to keep my eyes closed, knowing I would cave if I didn't.

You weren't the best I've ever had
You weren't the best I've ever had

"Isabella," he called my name, but I ignored him, hearing the song continue in the background. My head was moving around on its own, almost in sync with my hips. He was rubbing the skin still showing, not doing much more than that.

We're the boys with the cars that show off our scars that get the girls that rock your world
Don't you wish you knew what it was like to be me?

"Isabella, what is the name of the song?" he whispered lowly in my ear. It was all coming to an end, everything. I took a deep breath.

We're the boys with guitars, we're big rock stars
Yeah, we'll steal your girl, and rock her world
Don't you wish you knew what it was like
Don't you wish you knew what it was like to be me?

"Touch me, Tease me." I whispered. I heard his growl before he ground his lower, regions, against my pelvis. I hissed at the friction. Finally something. "Edward, please."

"Not now, we can't now." He said in a very, very strained voice. "God, I wish we could." He leaned back, giving our southern regions some space. "Tonight, if that's what you want. We can tonight. I have to go back to work for a few hours, but then I'm done for the next two days." He kissed me before I could ask a question. He pulled away and I took my chance.

"How does that work? Working one day, getting off two?"

"I'll explain later," he told me, setting me upright. He kissed my head before walking back to the door. I could still see his, big, problem. "Oh," he paused, one hand on the doorknob. "I promise you, I will be the best you'll ever have." And he was gone.

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