Penname: ObsessingOverEdward

Original or Derivative: Derivative

Prompt: Drizzle

Date: June 18, 2011

Rating: M

Genre: Romance

Warning(s): Unedited, so read at your own risk!

Note(s): Continuation from the June 1st prompt. Thank my husband for this WitFit idea. When I told him the prompt, he said (and I quote), "You can drizzle honeysticks." Well if that wasn't a hint to write smut, I don't know what was. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these characters

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Bella giggled as she ran into the room and threw herself on the bed. She turned over just in time to see Edward's shirt hit the floor. He stopped at the foot of the bed and slid his thumbs under the waistband of his scrub pants. He loved seeing her so carefree, the weeks of parenting a newborn had taken its toll on her and their intimacy, which had been nonexistent during the challenge of nursing, diapers and trying to adapt to Mae's schedule.

Bella's cheeks were flush from the mad dash up the stairs and her hair was a wild mess, fanned out across the pillow. She bit the side of her cheek while he pushed his pants and boxers down and kicked them toward the laundry basket. Her eyes traveled slowly down his body and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to jump on her. She tempted him with no provocation and the innocence of her allure was even more of a turn on at that moment than when she seduced.

Her gaze landed on the lower half of his body and he could have sworn he'd seen a bit of fear flash in her eyes. He briefly wondered if she was ready for sex after only six weeks of recovery, but he wasn't self-sacrificing enough to suggest that they wait. "I'll be gentle," he whispered as he crawled up her body and then stretched out next to her.

Bella stared into his eyes, while he tried to express his sincerity in his expression. After a moment she nodded. "I know." Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down until she pressed her lips to his. Tenderness swept over him and he gathered her in his arms while he tried to recall the best way to help her through the post-baby intercourse. Though it sounded unromantic, even to him, he needed to make a plan or he would end up hurting her in his eagerness. A plan began to form in his mind of ways he could increase the sexual build-up until she forgot her fears.

Edward broke free from her mouth and kissed a path down her jaw to her neck, his fingers working the buttons of her shirt with deft precision. With each button that was unfastened, he placed a kiss on her warm flesh until he reached her jeans. He glanced up at her through half-lidded eyes to find her gnawing on her bottom lip like she did whenever she was anxious.

"What?" he asked, raising his mouth from her stomach. She shook her head and closed her eyes as if to hide from him. A feeling of dread washed over him and he rested his chin on the waistband of her jeans. "Are you ready for this, sweetheart?"

Her eyes popped open and he could see the hesitancy. Defeat clouded his thoughts and he pressed his forehead to her stomach to hide his disappointment. "That's okay, we can wait if you don't think you're ready."

Bella's hand slid into his hair and she didn't answer him, increasing the confirmation that he'd have to wait a little longer. She tugged on his hair lightly and he glanced up to find a determined set to her chin. "No, that's not it. I'm ready, I just …" She trailed off and looked around the room, intentionally avoiding his gaze. "Can we turn off the light?"

His brow furrowed. "I guess. If that's what you want, but I like to see what I'm doing."

She let out a long sigh and met his confused stare. "I just don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?"

She rolled her eyes and waved a hand over her body before she pulled her shirt closed. "Fat, with stretch marks, and boobs that sag into my armpits."

He would never understand why women were so hard on themselves after pregnancy. Didn't Bella understand that he didn't care about any of that? He pulled her arms away from her shirt and laid them on the bed beside her.

"Let me show you what I see," he whispered.

With a quick snap of his wrist, he flicked her shirt open and stared down at the parts of her body that had her in a self-conscious delusion. He knew she wanted to cover herself back up, but he wasn't going to allow her to wallow in insecurity. Sure, she was softer and more filled out than she had been before, but her subtle curves were a symbol of the life that she gave to their daughter and he loved her even more for them.

He ran a finger down a stretch mark that started an inch from her belly button and disappeared into her jeans. "This one right here, reminds me of the warmth and protection you provided our precious baby girl while she grew inside of you." He leaned over and kissed it, trailing his mouth slowly down her stomach.

When he reached her jeans, he popped the button and continued the path to the top of her panties. He looked up at her and when she didn't object, he picked another mark. "This one right here reminds me of how many sleepless nights you had to endure." He kissed it and moved his lips to another one. "This one reminds me of the fourteen hours of labor that you valiantly suffered through—without too much complaint." She let out a noise that sounded like a combination of a snort and a groan. His mouth drifted over the mark and back up her stomach, continuing until he hovered over her breasts.

Pulling the cup of her bra down, he kissed the swell of her breast and then moved to the other. "These remind me of loving way you care and nourish our baby." He unsnapped the front clasp and they spilled out into his hands. "I have to admit that they are very fun to play with their new super-size."

She laughed as he rolled them around in his hands, all of her inhibitions dissipating. "You act like you're a big kid who just received a new toy."

He waggled his eyebrows and nodded before he pushed them together and buried his face in between. "Oh yes," he said when he surfaced for air. "But, I don't like to play with my toys in the dark, so I opt for the light staying on. Besides, I need to see where the honey is or we're going to have a messy disaster." She giggled again and he knew she would agree to just about anything he requested.

All teasing vanished while he continued to love her by showering her body with kisses and soft caresses. Slowly, and with very deliberate strokes, he undressed her until they were skin to skin. She opened herself up and responded to each of his experimental attempts to recall what she enjoyed. He teased her flesh until she cried out for him, but he took that as his signal to move on to the next part of his plan. She let out a frustrated growl when he rolled over and reached for the nightstand. He grasped a handful of the little straw-like honeysticks and wondered what flavor was what.

Bella's hand slid over his waist, her body pressed against his back, and he realized that he didn't care what flavor the damn honeysticks were. As long as he could lick them off the surface of his wife's body, he would be happy.

Edward grabbed a pinkish colored straw just as Bella's hand slid lower. He knew that he couldn't let her take control or all his carefully laid plans would come to a very quick end. Grabbing her hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the inside of her palm before he turned over so that he could face her. "Let me take care of you." He didn't give her time to reply before he pressed his lips to hers and rolled her onto her back. He lingered at her mouth, building the desire with every sweep of his tongue.

He straddled her hips and pushed up onto his knees, resting all his weight on his calves. She watched him with hunger in her eyes as he bit the end off the stick and tipped it above her breasts, letting a small stringy drizzle land on her collarbone. Unhurried, he drew patterns with the honey across her skin until the straw was empty. Edward took his finger and traced it through the sticky mess, smearing the contents until he was satisfied with the results. Bella's breath caught in her throat when he bent down and licked a path from her navel to her neck.

Cinnamon, he thought as he took another pass with his tongue, making sure to slide it over her most sensitive areas. Bella's hands entwined in his hair and he grinned against her flesh when she directed him to the spots she wanted him to pay attention to. It didn't take long before she writhed underneath his careful ministrations.

She tugged on his hair, bringing his mouth back up to hers and she licked at the sides of his lips while he settled between her thighs. Remnants of honey stuck to the hairs on his chest, fusing them together. She continued to lap at his lips while he carefully pressed into her, mindful of the small wince of pain she revealed even though she tried to hide it.

Feelings of ecstasy overrode his concern, causing him to pause to try to regain his control and remember to be gentle. Bella obviously had other plans when she lifted her hips, inviting him to continue. His arms curled under shoulders and his mouth fused to hers as he proceeded, cautiously at first, but when Bella met each of his movements, he lost himself in the intimacy of the moment until they were both reaching for their release.

As soon as she arched her back with a loud moan, he let his restraint go and surrendered to the mounting pressure. He buried his face into her neck and let the sensations sweep over him as he clutched her closer; reveling in everything he loved about the woman in his arms. He would happily spend the rest of his life showing her how much.

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This one's for Melolabel and Babette12. I just couldn't resist. *wink*