Penname: CullenObsession114

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): DERIVATIVE

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Baby

Continued from "The Jury Is Still Out"

Song: Lucky by Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Callait

I stretched lazily as a satisfied smirk came across my face. Last night was so very...satisfying. Edward sure didn't dissappoint (not like I expected him to). After we had...erm...finished and caught our breath, he carried me to his bedroom (where he got the strength I'll never know). We immediately fell into a deep slumber snuggled against each other.

My left arm came in contact with his side of the bed which was empty, and suspiciously cold. My eyes blearily opened in a search for him. I didn't have to look very long. He sat at the end of the bed with his bare back facing me. His shoulders were hunched foward, and his hands were buried in his hair. From my angle I could see his face was buried in his knees.

That's his brooding position.

Concerned, I crawled over to him and placed a kiss on his left shoulder. His muscles twitched at the unexpected contact and he lifted his head, but he stared straight ahead. I wrapped my arms around his midsection, then I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck. Waiting for him to speak, I inhaled deeply, relishing in his masculine scent.

"I love you." I felt the deep timbre of his voice vibrate against me. "You know that, right?"

I nodded and breathed a kiss against his neck. "I know, and you know I love you too." The silence was unnerving, and just a little bit eery. I didn't like it when he was like this. He would get lost in his own head, and not even I know the extent of his self-loathing. "What's wrong, Edward?"

His chest lifted as he heaved a large sigh. "Last night shouldn't have happened. You didn't deserve that."

I felt winded in my chest. Even though I know he enjoyed it, I still felt a string of rejection, and hurt. Lifting my head I faced him. "No...Edward...I wanted that to happen. I wanted you not to be gentle for once. Don't get me wrong, that's one of the things I love so much about you, but for once I just wanted something...I don't know...desperate."

He scoffed, "That was not desperate, that was wrong to you, and selfish of me. With you it should be called making love, not just having sex. You're different then everyone, I love you, and I don't want you to be anything less then cherished."

My heart swelled with gratitude for his words, and feelings even though he still didn't get my point. "Thank you, Edward, but is it so wrong to want to express our unbelievable passion? We make love-and don't get me wrong-its amazing, but sometimes I think you shouldn't be afraid of demonstrating how much you need me, or I need you."

His face was contorted in indecision, and I decided I'd give him some time to mull over what I said. I gave him a kiss on the lips, and told him to go to work, and that I would be here when he got home.

Two hours later I awoke again from my sleep to find a note in elegant script on the nightstand.

You're my baby.

You're my savior.

You're my best friend.

You're my love.

You're my lover.

You're my everything.

-Your Edward