A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. What I do own is a dvd of the movie Dear John that I bought myself for my birthday last week…and I haven't even opened it yet. :D I'm total fail when it comes to movies lately. :D
Thanks go to my uberbeta coldplaywhore. She has issue in this chapter with the words "Butt Cheeks" so I think I'm going to start saving my money so that someday, when we meet, I can wear the shortest pair of Daisy Dukes I can find and show off my "Butt Cheeks." I love her…have I mentioned that lately? Because I do…so much. :D
Thanks to My Constants - MissyV (MeowVemulapalli), Baby G (Risbee), and La V (missveritys). They are wonderful and did amazing things for me for my birthday last week. If you ever visit the PICFFCorner blog (link in my profile) go to the birthday post section and find the post for my birthday. There is some awesome stuff there, but in particular, a very nice little video full of VERY pretty boys and some rather naughty pictures. You might like it. It made me smile…cause I know My Risbee and coldplaywhore love me. :) As I love them…
Thanks to Twilight44 & Unchanged Affections for prereading this. I love them…almost more than I can say. They reassure me every chapter, and tell me that my lemons don't totally suck. :D Oh wait, is that hinting that there might be a little lemony action in this chapter? Maaaayyybbbeeee… I like UA's name for it…a lemon wedge. :D
This chapter wasn't something I was going to do, but I had so many people asking for something fun and light, and this popped into my mind. Sorry it's a little shorter than the last few chapters, but next chapter will probably make up for it. I know uberbeta won't be happy to hear that. :D Enjoy!
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Chapter 14 – Hanging By A Moment
I'm desperate for changing
Starving for truth,
I'm closer to where I started
I'm chasing after you
Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That could change my mind
There is nothing else...
"Hanging By A Moment" by Lifehouse
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Pulling into town, I thought it would be a good idea if we stopped by Charlie's house so that Bella could get a few things that she might need for the night. I knew that she wouldn't be comfortable sleeping in the clothes she was wearing, and while she could always borrow something from my mom or Alice, I had my own reasons why I didn't want her in clothes that either of them had worn.
First of all, when it came to my mother's clothing, I never wanted to see my girlfriend in anything I'd seen my mother wear. Ever. That was the stuff that nightmares were made of—the kind of thing that sent people to psychiatrists. Secondly, I didn't want her in something of Alice's mainly because I knew what Alice wore to bed. She liked tank tops and little shorts, and while that was fine for my sister, trying to imagine Bella's curves squeezed into one of Alice's pajama sets could make it very difficult for me to keep my hands off of her, and I really felt like we needed some space.
Just the idea of her breasts tightly bound by the thin fabric of Alice's shirt, her butt cheeks peeking out of the short shorts, was almost enough to send me over the edge. Bella needed to wear her own clothes, and hopefully they were loose, long, and very grandma like. My sanity depended on it.
As we pulled into the driveway, we both noticed that Charlie wasn't home, which was just as Bella suspected. We slipped into the house quietly and I waited in the living room while she packed a few things upstairs. She quickly scrawled out a note for Charlie, explaining where she was, and left it in the kitchen. I held her hand as we walked back out to the car and she paused at the door as I held it open for her.
"We're okay, right? Things aren't gonna be weird now, are they?" she asked, concern clear in her eyes.
"Yeah, we're good." I smiled down at her and was caught off guard a bit as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a searing kiss. My hands ghosted over the small of her back, trying to grasp what was happening, as her tongue dove into my mouth, twisting and caressing mine.
Just when I thought I would have to pull back so that I could catch my breath, she moved away, placing kisses instead on my jaw and neck. I felt the soft, open-mouthed grazes along my skin, reveling in the feel of her as the cool night air met my newly wet skin. Her teeth nipped and scraped along my collarbones, then tugged gently at my earlobe. My heart began pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest, and suddenly a thought struck me—why was she doing this?
As I stood in surrender, letting her have control of my body, my mind ran through memory after memory. I was stunned when I realized that every time Bella acted this way, it was right after a major issue about me and my past relations. I needed to know what was going through her head, and I needed to know now.
"Bella wait," I said as I carefully pulled myself away from her grasp.
She was breathing heavy as she looked up at me with lust filled eyes. "What? What's wrong?"
I was quiet for a moment, searching for the right words. "Why are you doing this?"
She sucked in a quick breath and I could tell that she was misunderstanding me, which was a problem we seemed to have a lot of the time. I quickly tried to backpedal. "No, it's not that I don't like it, because I do, but I just wonder why you're doing this. Why now?"
"Um, I thought you liked it, so I wanted to make you feel good." She looked down toward the ground, shifting uncomfortably in my arms.
"I do like it, and it makes me feel unbelievably good, I just think that maybe there's some other reason you're doing it. I got to thinking and it seems like every time something comes up between us and we talk about my past, you kind of throw yourself at me afterward. Why do you do that?"
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and I watched as she nervously chewed at the plump pinkness that I loved so much. "I don't know," she whispered.
"Bella, it's not a bad thing for you to want me, and honestly I'm thrilled beyond belief that you do, but there just seems to be this pattern and it's got me worried. I need to know that it's really me you want and that this isn't about something else." I watched as different emotions flitted across her face.
As she stood silently, most likely gathering her thoughts, my mind wandered back to other times that she had done this same thing—avoided an issue by preoccupying me with her body. It happened the first time we made love, after she was confronted in the restroom at the school dance. It happened once when we were at the mall, after we ran into a few girls I knew from Port Angeles and one of them invited me back to her house and it happened at a party a few weeks before my high school graduation, when Jessica Stanley tricked me into following her outside to help her with her car.
I also thought about the past few nights, how each time we were together—at the club, at the pharmacy, at the wedding—when a woman flirted with me, Bella reacted by throwing herself at me. I was nervous about this just being another instance when she felt her place with me was threatened, and she was fighting to keep it. It worried me and I couldn't figure out how she could still question everything we felt for one another.
"I don't know why I do it, but you're right...I do this every single time." She was quiet, and as we stood listening to the crickets chirping in the distance, I pulled her body back to mine, pressing against her and reassuring her that I wanted her, that I loved her.
"I want you to be sure this is what you really want. I know I have a lot of baggage for you to deal with, and I want you to know that I'll do whatever needs to be done for me to convince you of what you mean to me, but I'm worried about you. I don't want to push you into something you don't really want." For the first time in weeks, since first talking to her and realizing that I might be able to have her back on a permanent basis, my future looked unclear. I didn't know what she wanted, and I was quickly realizing that everything I had thrown at her might be too much for her to handle.
I regretted so many things, none of which was Bella. I regretted not going after her when she left and then listening to James and talking to that first girl all those years ago. I also regretted going with the second girl because I hated that I was not able to control myself while we were apart. I felt remorseful for ever making her feel as if she wasn't enough for me. The one thing I never regretted was falling in love with Bella. She had broken me once and it was for something noble and worthy, not like what I was making her deal with now. The idea that she might walk away from me because of a past that I couldn't change almost made me crazy. I hoped that she would be able to move past it one day, but I just wasn't sure, and to be honest, I wasn't feeling very hopeful at that moment.
She was silent for a few moments before looking up at me, her eyes filled with tears. Her voice was low and soft, quiet as the breeze that blew around us. "I think that I do this because I'm scared. I know I'm not as good as the other girls, and I think that maybe if I really put myself out there, then you'll like me the same way you liked them."
What? Was she really trying to tell me that after everything we'd been through, she still thought I liked any other girl more than I liked her? How could she still not understand my feelings for her?
"I know the kind of girls you dated before you met me, and obviously that's what you went back to after me, so there must be something to that, you know? You must have some kind of pull to that type of woman, so I thought that maybe if I act like that, if I'm not shy or embarrassed about being sexy or whatever, then you'll like me more." A tear slipped down her cheek as she looked down a little, her eyes focusing on my chest as her words came out in a hushed tone. "Maybe then I won't lose you."
I tightened my grip on her, burying my face in her hair. "You'll never lose me, Bella. Your hold is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that."
She shifted a bit. "You aren't gonna leave me for some other girl, right? You really want me?" she whispered.
"I will never leave you, no matter what, and me being interested in any other woman is something that will never happen. Don't worry, you're all I want." I hoped that my words were calming her a bit, making her certain of my intentions toward her.
"I believe you," she said and we stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Bella tilted her head toward mine, her lips searching out for something. When they finally found purchase on my neck, I felt her body relax, the uncertainty of the last few minutes falling away from us. Her gentle kisses soothed me, calming my mind and I soon sought out her lips with my own. Taking her top lip between mine, I carefully sucked on it as my hands moved up her body, threading into her hair and angling her head so that I could deepen our kiss. We stood that way for several minutes, cementing our newly made declarations and renewing the promises we'd made to each other.
"I love you," I murmured against her lips, feeling a smile creep over her. "Forever, Love. Forever."
"Me too, always." I leaned my forehead against hers, my eyes closed as I took a few moments to breathe her in, memorize the moment with her.
"Let's go see our son," I said, feeling her fingers tighten in the fabric of my shirt. I carefully lowered her into the car and closed the door, anxious to be with E.C. again. I was quickly realizing that the only time I felt truly at ease was when I had both of them with me. I would never again be complete without them, and my awareness of that fact frightened me a little. I prayed with every ounce of my being that I would never have to find out what my life would be like without them. I'd lost her once already, and I honestly believed I wouldn't survive if it happened to me again.
The house was dark when we pulled into the garage; though I knew my parents were most likely still awake. It was only a little after eleven o'clock and with as much excitement as there had been in the house after I asked my mom if E.C. could spend the night, I didn't think they would be relaxing anytime soon. That was unless E.C. had run them ragged all evening, which I was honestly a little concerned about.
We walked into the kitchen and I flipped the overhead lights on, walking toward the living room. The TV was casting a soft glow into the foyer as Bella and I crept in, finding my parents sprawled out on the couch and fast asleep. I stifled a laugh at the site of them and my mother stirred, opening her eyes and looking at Bella and me.
"Hey you two, did you have a good time?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.
"Yeah, it was good," I answered, squeezing Bella's hand that was tightly clasped in mine. I glanced at her quickly, our eyes meeting, and offered a small reassuring smile to her. "Bella's gonna stay the night, if you don't mind. She wanted to be here in case E.C. had any trouble, which I'm guessing from the site of you two, is a good idea."
My mother laughed, sitting up a bit and pushing my father off of her so she could move more easily. "Yeah, we kind of forgot how much work little kids are. It's been a while since we had one in this house. I'm not gonna lie though, it was wonderful. We haven't laughed so much in years. He really is just the sweetest little boy, Bella. Thank you for letting us watch him for the night." Bella nodded in response to her and leaned into my side a bit.
"Where is he? Can I see him?" Bella asked anxiously, her eyes darting between my parents and the staircase.
"Of course. We put him in Edward's room. He was insistent that he sleep in his daddy's bed, and I couldn't deny him. I hope that's alright, Edward?" my mother questioned. I told her it was fine and that I may have mentioned it to E.C. earlier in the evening, which is probably where he got the idea. Bella and I said our good nights and ascended the stairs, desperate to see our little boy.
When we finally found E.C., he was tucked safely into my bed, looking so small in the huge bed with pillows all around him. Bella bent down and kissed his cheek, pausing to listen to him breathe. She looked up at me and smiled, relief clear on her face that everything had gone so well while we were gone. I motioned for her to come over toward the bedroom door.
"Do you want to get changed in my bathroom or the one in the hallway?" I asked, running my fingers along her arm as she stood in front of me.
"I can go to the one in the hall, that's okay. Um," she glanced toward the other doors in the hallway, "where do you want me to sleep? Is there a guest room or maybe Alice's room?" I stayed quiet until she turned to look at me.
"Will you stay in here with me and E.C.? I don't want you that far away from us." A smile crept onto her face and she let out a quick breath. I leaned in closer to her, whispering into her ear. "I want you in my bed, always." She gasped and I saw her suck the corner of her lip into her mouth as she nodded slightly, then scurried away from me to get ready for bed.
I watched her walk away, closing the door behind her. I quickly went to get changed for bed, hoping to be ready and back in the bedroom before she returned. I grabbed a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt from my dresser and slipped out of my clothes, finishing a few minutes before Bella walked back through the door.
She set her bag down next to E.C.'s little backpack and stood silently in the doorway, unsure of what to do. I said a silent prayer in regards to what she was wearing, because as sexy as the little shirt and shorts were that she was wearing, they were baggy and only hinted to the soft curves that I knew lay underneath them. The thing that really got to me was her hair falling softly around her shoulders. When she pushed a few locks behind her ear, I could see that the neck of the shirt was rather wide, and her collarbones were framed beautifully, leading to a peek at her shoulder. I immediately had visions of slipping that shoulder out of her shirt even more as I nipped and sucked at her skin.
Clearing my throat, I pointed toward the bed, moving to one side and drawing down the blankets. Bella hurried to the other side of the bed and slipped into the sheets, snuggling in next to E.C. I climbed in on the other side of him and we lay looking at each other in the dim light for several minutes before I finally spoke. "Thank you for this. Thank you for bringing him here and letting me see him, for letting my family see him. He's so perfect, Bella. Thank you." She smiled and stifled a yawn.
"Of course. He was my one little piece of you over the past couple of years. Every time I looked at him, I saw you. I'm sorry it took me so long to come back, but I never stopped thinking about you." Her voice was soft and her hand reached up to lay across E.C.'s stomach. I raised my fingers and quickly entwined them with hers.
"Good night, love," I said as her eyes drooped a little, a smile firmly etched on her face.
"Good night."
I lay quietly until she was asleep, listening to her steady breathing as it mixed with E.C.'s more random breaths. Everything I needed was lying in my arms at that moment, and I fell into a deep sleep happier than I'd ever been before. I still had no idea what I was getting into in regards to being a father and a boyfriend, but I was excited to find out. There was nothing else more important to me now—they were all I needed, and I was over the moon.
As I woke, the sunlight poured through my bedroom windows and my mind was fuzzy from sleep. I felt a body against mine and I remembered falling asleep the night before with E.C. and Bella. An involuntary smile overtook my face and I was overjoyed at the mere fact that I woke up next to them. Rolling a little more toward the middle of my bed, I realized that the body next to me was much bigger than that of my three year old son. My eyes popped open to and I was stunned to see Bella nestled tightly into my side, her face pressed against my chest. I looked around the room and saw no sign of E.C. After debating for a moment about what I should do, I heard noises coming from the kitchen and I realized that most likely he was with my mother, helping make breakfast.
The door was almost closed, only a little space left open, and I wondered if E.C. would come back to check on us any time soon. As I tried to decide if I should get up and check on my little guy or stay right where I was, tangled up with Bella, I felt her stir against me. Her arm wrapped around my waist and her leg suddenly hitched over my thigh. As she moved it higher, her knee rubbed against a certain area of my body and I immediately cursed the existence of my morning wood. I felt her fingers begin to rub circles on my chest and she burrowed deeper into me.
"Good morning, handsome," she said, her voice thick and sultry. "Where's E.C.?"
I cleared my throat before answering her, "I think I heard him in the kitchen, he's probably helping my mom with breakfast. I don't think he'll be up here for a while."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, deliberately moving her knee higher and rubbing the erection that was now screaming to be noticed.
"Whatcha doin' there?" I asked, my voice a much higher pitch than I considered normal.
She giggled softly, "Nothing, I just thought I'd check to see if you were up this morning. I guess you are."
"Hmmm, yeah. Apparently you got me up."
She pulled her head back a bit and lifted her face until our eyes met. "I could help you out with that, if you want." Oh crap, was she saying what I think she was saying? I wanted her to help me out like I'd never wanted anything in my whole life, but I was hesitant.
"The door's not locked; maybe I should lock that first."
An innocent look crossed her face. "Why would you do that? What do you have planned for me that would require a locked door?" Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and traced along her lower lip, and before I knew what was happening, I was out of the bed and across the room, locking the door quietly, before hurrying back to the bed.
She was exquisite as she lay in my sheets, her hair messy and her clothes rumpled. All I could think of was ravaging and worshipping her body, while whispering words of love and devotion to her. I slid in next to her, reaching over and taking her face in my hand. Our lips quickly met and after a moment filled with tender kisses, she tilted her head down. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, maybe we shouldn't do that."
"Okay, we can do other stuff if you want." I hadn't noticed anything wrong with her breath, but maybe she was self conscious about it, or maybe it was me and I just hadn't realized it. She nodded to me, moving her hand to trace along the hem of my shirt.
Raising her eyes to me she whispered, "Off."
I moved faster than I had in ages, whipping my shirt over my head and settling back down next to her. Her lips attacked my neck, and I pulled her against me. The way she felt in my arms was like coming home, like a drowning man must feel when a life preserver is thrown to him. I held onto her as though my life depended on it, refusing to let go.
My hands danced along the bottom edge of her shirt before my fingers finally found purchase on the bare skin of her lower back. She continued her affections, placing wet, open mouthed kisses along my chest and shoulders, while her hands ventured lower toward my stomach. My hands slid along the soft skin of her back, feeling her ribs as they rose higher, my fingers finally wrapping around her shoulders as I clutched her to me.
She moaned lightly as I pressed my body closer to hers, and it sent a wave of desire through me that I hadn't felt in over four years. The fact that my parents and our son were downstairs from us didn't even factor into my thoughts anymore, and I gave in to the feelings that were overwhelming me.
Pushing her up, I buried my face in her neck, sucking roughly at the flesh there, completely taken in by the smell of her hair, her skin, her clothes. She continued to make little sounds that went right in my ears and straight to my cock, which was quickly becoming painfully hard as each moment passed. My hands slid under her arms and over the soft mounds of her breasts, squeezing them gently as I reveled in the feel of her. Her fingers were trailing along the waistband of my pants and when I felt them dip between the fabric and my skin, I let out a grunt that only spurred her on, making her actions more bold and determined.
She shifted a little, moving away from me and as my lips lost contact with her skin, I whimpered as she giggled a bit. Looking into her eyes, I saw the same passion there that I was feeling, and I was reassured by her words. "You can take off my shirt, if you want to."
I debated for a moment, wondering what she would want. "Do you want me to?" I asked, my voice breathy and deep.
"Yes." I didn't have to be told twice and I quickly bunched up the fabric of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. Looking down at her body, I was reminded of just how beautiful she was.
"You are so perfect, baby. The way you feel against me is killing me, do you know that?"
She smiled brightly, "Hmmm, you mean it?" she asked, a slight bit of uncertainty in her eyes.
"Yeah," I said as I moved in toward her chest, placing soft, wet kisses on her skin. Lowering my lips, I felt her hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer to her. My tongue peeked out and licked at her tight pink nipple, sending a shudder through her body. She made a mewing sound that I hadn't heard since the last time we were together and my memory quickly ran back to the first time we were like this.
We were so unsure of ourselves, as well as each other, and Bella's innocence wasn't lost on me. I knew that I'd been the only one ever to be with her that way, and I was grateful. As I took more of her taut peak into my mouth, I marveled at how comfortable she was with me, how she didn't seem hesitant or uncertain of anything.
As if to solidify my thoughts, her hand delved into my pants and was soon wrapped around my dick, pulling at it and making me almost lose it right then. Her breast popped out of my mouth as I hissed in excitement, my body ready to explode. "You like that?" she quietly asked as I groaned my reassurance that I did. She continued to stroke me, tightening her grasp and flicking her thumb over the head of my cock, spreading the precum that had seeped from me. I wanted to beg her to never stop, but my fingers had other ideas.
Taking her nipple back into my mouth, my hand began to slide down the milky skin of her stomach. As they grazed the small lines of puckered skin, I was reminded of why they were there, and I slowly explored each one. Finally, my fingers met the top of her shorts and paused. I had been close to feeling her a few nights before, but had stopped. Dancing my fingers along the drawstring tie on the front of shorts, I worried about going too far. We'd had a major breakthrough the night before, I felt like, and I didn't want to ruin anything. I knew she tended to throw herself at me every time she felt unsure about my feelings toward her, and I worried that this whole situation might just be another example of that.
She arched her back, pushing her chest toward me even more, as she continued to hold me in her hand. She moaned a few more times before hushed words slipped from her mouth. "Touch me, Edward, please." Heeding her request, I forced my hand lower into her shorts, feeling the downy soft hair that was there. My fingertips soon met the heat and wetness that awaited me, before skimming over her swollen lips. She sighed deeply, her hand clenching around my cock as she let out a long moan. Pushing my hand forward, I plunged two fingers into her and was quickly reminded of what I'd been missing over the past few years. No other girl had ever felt this right to me, like our bodies were made to always be connected in one way or another.
I began to pump my fingers in and out of her, her hand starting to move up and down my erection again. For several minutes we were caught up in one another, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies, and remembering what it was like to be truly at one with another person. Our lips were locked together, our tongues caressing and tangling, when I pulled away just a bit, my breaths heavy.
"Should I grab a condom?" I asked, unsure of how far she wanted to go. I didn't simply want to assume that she didn't want to have sex with me.
"Yeah. I want you in me; I want to feel you, Edward." With that, I reached across to my night stand, pulling the drawer open and grabbing the first little package that I could find. I had quite the assortment from my humiliating trip to the drug store the week before, and I was a little curious to see what I had managed to come up with. Ripping the foil wrapper open, I was relieved to see it was one with spermicide. I didn't want to waste the glow in the dark ones—I knew from experience how fun those could be in the middle of the night while in the back seat of my car. Jasper bought Bella and me a box of them as a gag gift once back in high school, but the joke was on him when we used them all up in no time at all.
Bella watched with hungry eyes as I rolled the condom onto my length, then moved to push her shorts and panties down her legs, dropping them on the floor beside my bed. She had rolled onto her back, and I gently settled between her legs, hovering over her naked body. The tip of my cock was rubbing up and down her wet slit as she writhed beneath me, moaning my name over and over again.
"I love you, baby," I said softly as I bent to kiss her and in the same motion lined up my hardness with her entrance. Just as I began to push in to her, a sound broke me from my ecstasy.
"Hey!" bang, bang, bang. "How come this door's closed? Let me in, Daddy!" My happy morning screeched to a halt as Bella and I stared at each other with wide eyes. I pressed my forehead to hers and started to laugh quietly. "Daddy? Momma? What you doin' in there? Open this door! I got bekfast for you!"
I whispered softly, "You think if we ignore him, he'll go away?" I asked. Bella shook her head.
"If there's one thing I know about E.C. it's that there's no greater challenge to him than a closed door. Honestly, I haven't been able to pee alone since he could crawl." She giggled and I lowered my body, pressing my weight onto her.
"Alright, but I'm taking some of his cookies today, dang cockblocker." We both laughed as E.C. continued to pound on the door.
Quickly moving to get dressed, I glanced over to the door and saw little fingers peeking underneath it, a muffled voice accompanying them. "Daaa-ddy! What you doing in there?" As soon as Bella and I were both fully redressed in our pajamas, I walked across the room to the door and opened it, laughing out loud when I saw E.C. bent over, his ear to the floor, legs tucked underneath him, and his little butt sticking up in the air.
"Hey there buddy! Good morning, what have you been up to? You smell like pancakes." I didn't know if that was true, but I could certainly smell them from somewhere in the house.
"I help Granny make bekfast. You and Momma gonna come eat what I maked?"
I smiled. "Yep, we'll be there in just a few minutes. Go get us some plates ready, okay?" E.C.'s face lit up and he jumped up from the floor, running down the hallway toward the stairs, and yelling something about his Momma and Daddy being on their way down. Her arms wrapped around my waist from behind me and I felt her face against the middle of my back, her nose pressing into my spine.
"Um, sorry if this seems a bit forward, Mr. Cullen, but you will be making that up to me before I leave this town. Are we clear?" she said, her voice strong and full of authority. The assertiveness she was showing was new and I found myself really liking it.
I smiled at her determination, unable to deny her anything she asked. "Yes ma'am, I think that can be arranged."
She sighed. "Good, now let's go see what our baby made us for breakfast." She took my hand and pulled me from the room as I found myself grateful that my hard on had disappeared in the past two minutes. I felt it begin to stir again when she flipped her hair over her shoulder and I saw the bright purple mark I had left there just moments before. I loved that my mark was on her for all to see, because she was mine.
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A/N: So, sorry to deny you the angst this chapter, but don't worry…it's coming. :D And how much are you liking that little E.C. right now? Huh? You're wishing he'd stayed downstairs, right? :D I know Edward and Bella are… :D
Okay, how about some rec's? I got good stuff…
Under the Apple Tree by danieller123
Love that hurts can sometimes heal. Ever wish you could go back and change something you did in life?
This story is incredible. It sucked me in this week and I am in love with it! Bella is an ex-hooker/stripper while Edward is a widower pediatrician. Both are dealing with a past that is less than perfect, but together maybe they can fix one another. The writing in this is beautiful and so honest. I love it, it's not a magical "E&B meet and are magically cured," which is something I appreciate. You'll love it, give it a chance.
http:/www()fanfiction()net/s/5942388/1/Under_the_Apple_Tree
Confessions of a Nanny by Melissa228
Bella Swan accepts a job as a nanny for single father, Dr. Edward Cullen. Living under the same roof and Bella's seduction plans, leads these two into a whirlwind of pleasure and excitement.
This story is really great, too. It's sweet and funny and angsty and smokin' hot. Bella is a grad student struggling to make ends meet. Edward is a single dad in need of a nanny to watch his four year old daughter. When they meet, sparks fly and the attraction between them is undeniable. The story is getting close to being done, so you won't even have to wait too long to get the whole thing. Come on, Daddyward with tat's, a hot tub, and a motorcycle? Who can resist that?
http:/www()fanfiction()net/s/5051088/1/Confessions_of_a_Nanny
And for something complete…
My Life to Be by sleepyvalentina
Forbidden attraction. Intense passion. Edward and Bella are committed to their significant others, who are equally committed to their jobs. There's no harm in platonic companionship. Is there?
I loved this story. I loved it so much that I convinced myself that it wasn't over in hopes that sleepyval would write more of it. :D But I've come to grips with it, and embraced the awesomeness of this complete story. Bella is dating Emmett while Edward is engaged to Rosalie. They both seem happy enough in their lives, but are they? What will happen when they meet and can't stay away from one another? Though they attempt to be just friends, we all know that's not possible. And I'm so glad… :D
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