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Take the Pieces and Build Them Skywards

EPOV

It took me twenty minutes to scrub the welded egg from the bottom of that goddam pan. My morning plans had gone up in smoke along with the eggs. I missed her already. She had only been gone an hour and I wanted her back. Jasper smugly made the rest of us breakfast like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"I still don't understand how you managed to ruin eggs."

"It's not like they come with instructions on the packet."

"A one armed senile 104 year old can make eggs without fucking it up Edward." I didn't have a biting retort for that one. He was right. I was deficient.

"Could you teach me to cook?"

"Have you turned into a woman overnight?"

"That's quite the sexist comment to make Jasper. If your better half was here she would be kicking your ass in indignation."

"Seriously though, check for a vagina."

"I hate you."

"Fine, I won't teach you how to cook. You can impress Bella with your impressive take out ordering skills."

Bastard.

He spent the next hour showing me how to cook a nice meal for Bella. None of it stuck in my head. I've never had to cook. Esme takes care of that stuff, I never have to think about it. When I was a child my mother would always make my meals. She would twirl her auburn hair up into a bun and sing to me as she chopped and sliced and grilled and boiled. She would ask me about my day and what I did at school. For an hour everyday she would sit with me on our living room floor and watch me do my homework, answering any questions I might have and rewarding me with a kiss dropped onto the top of my head when I was finished.

I rarely thought about her. I missed her too much to think about her often.

"You cook and I'll pay you."

"You can't buy everything in life Edward." Jasper glanced up at me.

"I'm aware of that. I just want to impress her."

"You could cook Bella cheese on toast and she would be impressed with you Edward. She isn't hung up on the fancy crap like Rosalie or even Alice sometimes. Hell, you could have presented her with the burnt eggs and she would have smiled and eaten them without a wince."

My suspicions were being confirmed. Bella Swan was unlike any other woman I had met in my entire life.

Bella was gone for hours and I needed something to do. Jasper had fallen asleep on one of the sofas we had moved back into place. Thank god Emmett had paid the guys last night to clean up, even if one of them did constantly smile at Bella. My temper was being seriously frayed by people eyeing her up. She attracted attention without even knowing it. Sitting with her legs wrapped around my waist wearing my shirt made her the sexiest woman in the room, and that guy had noticed. Smiling at her all the time. I'm sure he even fucking winked. Of course she hadn't noticed.

Tidying my room would make a good impression I'm sure. There was no way she didn't notice the mess last night, regardless of how much of her attention I distracted in various ways. Tonight was going to be about getting to know her now that I knew her body pretty well. It wasn't memorised like I wanted it to be but there was time for that.

This was backwards. Most people get to know about the person before they get to know about the body. When she made the comment about my parents last night I couldn't get mad because she didn't know the subject was out of bounds. Her body had tensed when my own did. She had noticed so maybe I wouldn't have to warn her off.

Would it be so wrong if you told her about them?

Shit.

She was going to ask.

And I was going to tell her.

Who was I kidding? Of course I was going to tell her. Everything that comes out of my mouth when she is around is done so without a thought to the contrary. I wouldn't be annoyed or closed off or angry like I was with anyone else. Even Carlisle can't get me to talk about my life before he found me. Before he saved me.

Finally my room was tidy, the laundry had been shoved into the basket, the papers on my desk neatened and ignored, the music scrolls rolled and stored in the closet. I even changed the sheets. Esme would be impressed when she got back and there was no way I was going to tell her the reasoning behind it.

"Looks like a den of premeditated seduction in here." Emmett commented from the door. "But at least it doesn't smell like sex anymore." His nostrils flared in amusement.

"What do you want Emmett?" Rolling my eyes I sighed at him, awaiting the reason he was leaning on my door frame.

"I'm taking Rosalie out tonight to Seattle. You'll have the house to yourself."

"Seattle?"

"Yeah, seemed like a good idea when I suggested it. I've sorted the carpet, someone will be along to clean it this afternoon."

"Will it get the blood out?"

"Yeah, it's an industrial cleaning company. The police phone them when they need to clean up a particularly grisly crime scene. We could have killed Newton last night and got away with it."

"Too many witnesses." I joked.

"True." He threw my credit card down onto the bed before he launched himself at it, completely creasing the smooth surface. Maybe Jasper was right about me turning into a woman.

"Emmett!" I launched handful of pencils at him as he bounced gleefully up and down on the comforter.

"Shit Eddie, lighten up. It's not like you won't be messing it up yourself when Bella gets back. I heard the noises coming from here last night." He was laughing hard as he bounced. I hate him.

"You didn't hear shit. The walls are too thick."

"I knew it!" He bellowed triumphantly. "She gave it up that easily?" A book flew towards his head this time. "Stop throwing books at me! It's becoming a habit."

"Stop talking about Bella like that."

"You've always told me in the past. It's basically the one thing we've had in common."

"Tell me about Rosalie then."

"No." His voice was full of warning.

"Exactly." I pronounced in victory.

"Was it like you had dreamed?" He put on a high voice as he clasped his hands together beside his face, fluttering his eyelashes and sighing. Wanker.

"Shut. Up." I grabbed something from the desk and launched it directly at his head.

"That shit's just unnecessary." He huffed before clambering off the bed and flouncing from the room.

It was four o'clock before I heard the rumble of her ridiculous truck outside the house. Cursing I went to the door, I had texted her to say I would pick her up. The trail leading up to the house was a nightmare to find if you weren't used to it. Plus I didn't trust her truck to not fall to bits on the rough trail either. Why would her father let her drive that thing?

Thankfully I didn't have to worry about the carpet anymore. With a simple phone call along with my credit card Emmett had fixed it. The guy had left more than an hour ago after cleaning the entire carpet. I was glad Bella wasn't here whilst it was being done. The guy was seriously odd. He kept looking at me like he knew me, like he was trying to place where from and it made me uneasy.

Peering out the window I watched her smooth back her hair in the rear view mirror. She pulled a little tub out of her pocket and wiped something across her mouth making her lips a subtle shiny red. Closing her eyes I saw her take a deep breath, open the door and jump out. Of course she stumbled a little. With every step she takes I hold my breath waiting for her inevitable stumble. Luckily I'd prevented more than a few accidents, I could only imagine how many more I would have to prevent in the future.

Waiting at the door for her I had never felt so nervous. I felt like my entire future was riding on this which was absurd. It was just Bella on the other side of the door. She hadn't even knocked yet and my heart was pounding. For the first time in my life I was beginning to feel like a teenager. My palms were sweaty, my body was twitching various parts in time to my heart beat. I was terrified that she would take one look at me and realise that this had been a horrendous mistake on her part.

I was a ball of messed up past and unclear future no matter how hard I tried to hide it.

She was going to ask about my parents and my time in care and no matter what kind of spin I put on it she would see that it has affected me irreparably. Moving cities and even countries wasn't the only reason I pushed people away and tried hard to not make attachments.

When that inevitable end comes it hurts more when you allow yourself to love.

She was making me love.

She was making me feel loved.

She was making me fucking crazy.

Knock knock.

BPOV

My knuckles grazed the door and he opened it immediately. Jeans hung low on his hips, barely clinging to his body held in place by his firm ass. The very ass that my fingers had dug into less than twelve hours ago. Why can't I stop thinking about his ass? He stood before me with his hand in his hair pulling at it nervously. My face softened and I just wanted to hold him tightly in my arms.

Last night I had called him beautiful. It was true, he was beautiful along with everything else he was. I barely knew him still, even though it felt like I had known him forever. He had said last night that he preferred sexy and that was true of him also. The reactions going on in my underwear testified to that very fact. There was more to him than just those facts.

He was sweet too. His attempt at making me breakfast this morning was the most adorable thing anyone has ever done for me. The look on his face when he saw me wafting the smoke through the window broke my heart. He looked devastated when he realised he wasn't able to surprise me.

He was strong and able to hold me upright whenever I stumbled beside him. He was protective and when he came to my rescue I couldn't imagine wanting it to be anyone else.

He moved slightly towards me. We were both in new territory here. I liked him, he liked me, last night we had gained intimate knowledge of what made the other scream. But now it felt like the party had never happened...until his lips brushed softly against mine in greeting.

"Hi." He mumbled at me removing his lips from mine but his head remained bent down to look into my eyes. Jesus. His eyes. Like no other colour of green I'd ever seen. Forks has a lot of green but it paled down to brown against his eyes. Fingertips toyed with the ends of my hair as his hot breath hit my face smelling of mint and coffee.

"Hi." I caught his bottom lip with my mouth and tugged on it slightly rewarding me with a low hiss of breath.

"I missed you." His voice was so low I barely heard the words but I looked up at him beaming from ear to ear.

His mouth pressed a kiss onto my cheek bone and he pulled me into the house leading me to the kitchen by the hand.

"I tried to make us dinner."

"You tried?" I quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"I'm not as good as Jasper with the whole cooking thing."

"Jasper does indeed have many good points...though I'm sure there is something you can do that leaves him in the shade." His gaze whipped up from the where it had been trained on the counter. There was some sort of conversation going on in his head. Standing watching it I crossed my arms in amusement, leaning back against the wall.

Sprinting across the kitchen he crushed his lips down onto mine. My mouth opened to welcome his tongue as he pressed me hard into the wall behind. In seconds my hands were cavorting wildly in his soft bronze hair before running down his back to his ass to grip it and push him closer into me. His hands tickled up my sides until he reached the curves of my breasts. I could feel how hard he was against me and once again I lost all sense of decency, grinding against him shamelessly as I groaned into his mouth.

Edward pulled his body away from me in a swift hard movement.

What?

"Bella." His voice was hoarse as he spoke breathlessly. "I didn't want tonight to be about that."

"You started it." I resorted to playground logic to hide my humiliation.

"I was proving I was better than Jasper." He smirked.

"I don't have a reference point for Jasper's kissing. Though I'm sure if I asked nicely Alice would let me check." His eyes darkened further if that was even possible.

"That isn't even funny." His nostrils flared at me. Oh god his nose. Yet another piece of evidence to show how beautiful he was. Aqualine. If I kissed his nose would he still be mad at me?

"Neither is you rejecting me."

"My hands are still on your tits, it's hardly rejection." Shocked, I looked down and he was right. For some reason I had thought his hands had softly removed themselves as we conversed. "Your hand is also still on my zip." He snorted and I cracked up. Giggles convulsed through my body and I couldn't stop until tears were streaming down my face.

Edward waited until I had finished with that crooked grin on his lips. Whenever he smiled like that I wanted to kiss it right off his face.

I have to stop thinking about kissing him.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Green." I replied without hesitation as I looked into his eyes. For once I didn't blush as I thought about the reason behind it.

For three hours we had asked each other questions. Whatever came into our heads we asked without the fear of rebuttal. He had set his ITunes on random and in the silences when we were thinking about the answers that had just poured out of the others mouth we would let the music take us over.

Every so often he would begin to sing along to a song and it would put all the questions out of my head. There would be nothing except his voice in my head and his hand in my own as I stared up at the ceiling above his bed. The tone of it would feel like a caress across my skin. The deep tenor would vibrate from inside of me leaving me terrified to breathe in case I lost the sweet sensations.

"Brown." He replied to his own question. Blood flooded to my cheeks then as I wondered if his own reasons were the same as mine.

"Favourite Beatle?" I asked.

"Ringo."

"George." My hand strayed onto his stomach. "Favourite book."

"Pass."

"Pass? You can't pass!" Outraged I lifted myself onto my elbows and stared down at his face.

"I can too." One of his eyes opened to see the outrage he had heard in my voice.

"I make the rules and you can't." I pouted.

"I love a lot of books Bella but I haven't read them all so I can't possibly have a favourite."

"Fine." Admitting defeat I fell back onto the bed.

I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you
I would dig a thousand more if I needed to
I look around the grave
For an escape route of old routines
There doesn't seem to be any other wayCrazy as it sounds you won't feel as low as you feel right now
At least that's what I've been told by everyone
I whisper empty sounds in your ear
And hope that you won't let go
Take the pieces and build them skywards

I've started falling apart I'm not savouring life
I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive

Take the pieces and build them up to the sky

Edward sang along to this as I put my hand on his stomach again and stroked across it lightly. His voice would catch if I strayed too near the waist of his low slung jeans. Being on his bed listening to him sing is something I could do all day every day. Who needs an education when there is something as divine as this to do instead?

EPOV

Bella was silent for what felt like hours after I had finished singing. Her hand stroking across my stomach was making me disgustingly turned on. When I had pulled away from her in the kitchen the look on her face was priceless. It was her turn to look like her puppy had been killed. After explaining to her that I wanted to get to know her properly she looked seriously pissed off with me for a second before that beaming smile was back on her face when she realised that I wasn't just objectifying her.

It takes a lot of hard work to be the gentleman of the relationship. Part of me was counting on her pushing me away, on her being the stereotypical girl of the relationship, not that you could call it that yet. Nothing stereotypical about Bella though, so it was left up to me to be the guiding force behind the whole getting to know you thing.

I wasn't sure but I had my suspicions that she had been testing the limits all evening. Her hands had been wandering that's for sure. Her teeth biting down on her bottom lip frequently. He eyes sparkling at me beneath luscious lashes.

Seriously testing my resolve.

The silence continued as we lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Electricity flowed through us, binding us together and making our senses heightened. I knew she would eventually get round to asking me the questions she desperately wanted to.

"What's your birthday?"

"June 20th."

"September 13th."

"What's your mothers name?"

"Esme." I replied quickly, knowing that wasn't what she meant.

"Your birth mother Edward." The words softly floated from her lips making me clench my jaw.

"Elizabeth."

"Your father?"

"Edward."

"I didn't think people named their children after themselves anymore." She said it idly, more to herself than to me but I felt the need to justify it.

"My family were rather traditional Bella. I'll do the same someday."

"You want children?"

"Someday. Not soon."

"How old were you when they died?"

"It was April 19th, two months before my seventh birthday."

"It must have been horrendous."

"That's quite the understatement."

"I'm sorry." Her voice was small. Wrapping my arms around her body I pulled her to me. I needed to feel her heart beat to calm my own. Strawberries filled my nostrils as my face buried itself into her silky hair. Suddenly I felt so very tired but I knew her questions weren't finished. I would answer every one of them and then she would make me forget the pain just by being in my arms.

Dropping a kiss onto her head I relaxed my grip and stroked the contours of her face.

"Beautiful."

"I'd prefer sexy if you don't mind." She sniggered, mimicking my words from the previous night.

"That too." Steeling myself I resolved to nudge her questions forward. "You can ask me anything Bella, and if I can answer it I will." She knew I wasn't referring to a lack of knowledge preventing me from answering her questions, but the lack of strength.

"How long were you in care?"

"One year, one month and 6 days." I had counted every hour I was there, silently begging for a way out, a way back to my parents.

"Where they nice?"

"No." Seconds passed and more music played, I no longer had the compulsion to sing along and we lay in silence as she digested my monosyllabic answer. When she realised I was not going to elucidate she moved on.

"What was your father like?"

My father, I told her, had been a gentleman. He had loved my mother with a respect and passion that I knew I would not be able to achieve. He had brown hair and green eyes that were always behind metal framed glasses that would slide down to the tip of his nose before he would impatiently nudge them back up with his middle finger. He taught me to read before I started school by reading me bedtime stories whenever he was back from work early enough.

His parents had died when I was four, leaving him their riches that he had invested in building his own business and various other things that would make him a dividend. He had been an accountant. A trusting and naive man who believed in the good of all unless they proved otherwise. He always wore a brown pair of boots when he wasn't at work. They were worn and falling to pieces but he loved them. I have his hands.

I told her all of this as she hugged my torso tightly before asking me to tell her about my mother.

Elizabeth Mason resides in my memory as a woman always bathed in sunlight. Whenever I thought of her I would imagine looking up at her from the floor, building blocks with letters on the side between my legs. Her hair would be forming a halo around her head as the sunlight shone through the window in our kitchen. There would always be an aura of love and tenderness cloaking her. Whenever I called her name she would turn to me with a smile on her face, scooping me up in her arms to convey her love for me with hugs and kisses on my giggling face.

I ache inside when I think of her, I informed Bella, even though I have Esme now.

I miss her.

Bella's hand wiped away the wetness from my eyes before I was even aware it was there. Her lips pressed down onto mine with a new softness.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Telling me about your parents."

Day had turned to night during our talk. Darkness seeped through the open window, fluttering the drapes with every breeze of wind. Goosebumps were appearing on Bella's arms, every so often she would shiver in my arms.

"Bella?"

"Mmm?" Sleepiness was making her voice husky. I was sick of thinking about things that made me ache in a bad way. Bella made me ache in a good way. Her eyes were shut when I brought my face down to hers, shifting my body down the bed until we were parallel. She noted the movement with a sly smile but didn't move or open her eyes. Cautiously I edged my lips close to hers, we were a millimetre apart when I stopped my movements. Our breath mingled as our breathing increased. I could hear her heart beating.

"Are you asleep?" As I spoke my lips brushed against hers making her smile wider but still no eyes open.

"Mmmmm."

"Look at me Bella."

Nothing.

My tongue traced across her bottom lip.

Nothing.

My lips pushed onto her pillow soft mouth.

Nothing.

My hand stroked across her cheek, pushing hair back off her face and behind her ear.

This woman has the willpower of a...I don't know what.

"I want to touch you." I whispered into her ear. At that her body tensed and relaxed in the space of a second.

"I want your nipples in my mouth." Her smile grew wider.

"I want you to touch my cock." She has to make a move at some point.

"I want your hands in my hair as I lick your clit." She groaned. I smiled in silent victory. Slowly her hands moved up to my hair, gently scraping her nails across my scalp making me tingle. Subtly she shifted her weight and pushed me onto my back, her knees either side of my hips.

Her tongue flicked against the skin on my jaw, her lips pressing open mouthed kisses across my neck before she whispered into my ear.

"I want you inside me."

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

BPOV

His eyes had sparkled with lust when I pulled back from whispering in his ear. In a fluid motion he had flipped me onto my back and was hovering above me.

He's not the only one who can play the whispering game.

He needed this. I knew that. I needed this. I definitely knew that.

After telling me about his parents I needed to take his ache away. His voice had cracked when he spoke of his mom. Tears had pooled in his eyes and leaked out from under clenched eyelids. I couldn't even comprehend the pain he was bound to still feel.

Our mouths crashed together, his tongue running over my bottom lip before gently biting down making me moan. His entire body was pushed down onto mine, making me relish the feeling of the weight pushing onto my groin. Wriggling my hips slightly to get the seam of my jeans in alignment I threw my head back when I reached my goal. His hips immediately lifted up, I braced myself for them to crash down but they didn't.

"No way." His voice taunted me. "That's cheating."

"Who's the fucking tease now?" I growled at him.

My arms were thrown above my head so that he could whip my shirt off. It sailed backwards across the room to land silently on the floor. Lips and tongue worked down my neck, across my collar bones and further down to my bra. His hand palmed my breasts before his mouth blew hot air down onto my nipples, making them strain painfully towards his mouth like a flower towards sunlight. Teeth grazed across them through my still in place bra before his tongue roughly licked the fabric above them.

Jesus fuck.

That felt good.

Looking down at him I yanked on his hair, making him look up at me. His eyes were wild and dark as they locked onto mine making me grin broadly at him before winking. I almost laughed at the stunned look on his face before he ducked his head down and licked my belly button making me gasp and arch and groan and sigh with happiness and arousal.

His large hands settled on my hips, holding them in place so that I couldn't grind up against his hard and ready cock, his mouth and tongue continuing their intricate and arousing dance across my torso.

Frustrated by the lack of groin play I pulled my hands out of his hair and fumbled at my jeans to get them off. My hips were released as my wrists were gripped in his hands, his head travelled back up to my own as he threw my wrists above me.

"You're just begging to be tied down aren't you?" He teased, that sublime crooked grin firmly in place. "Not tonight beautiful, but keep your hands where I can see them." Joking he lifted himself off me and I moaned in protest.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" I demanded and he laughed, looking me in the eye as he stripped off his shirt revealing to me his devastatingly bruised torso. Keeping my eyes locked on his he undid the button on his jeans and they slid down to pool at his ankles.

Take the boxers off.

"I will."

Shit. That was out loud.

Soon he was naked and walking away from me, sitting up I watched in disbelief as he rifled through a drawer and pulled out a foil square.

Of course.

He threw it to me and walked back to the bed with a confident swagger. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.

How does that fit in...there?

He must have noticed my reservation because his lips came down to mine with a divine gentleness.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you. All of you."

His fingers unzipped my jeans and he walked to the end of the bed. Grasping the hem of both legs he ripped them off my legs in one movement like a magician yanking a tablecloth off a table full of glasses.

"Impressive."

"I get that a lot." He sniggered as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear.

"I'm sure." I replied quirking an eyebrow.

My underwear was slowly pulled down my thighs, over my knees, past my ankles and thrown backwards into the blackness that had claimed my shirt. His hands slid back up my legs as his mouth kissed a trail up to my thighs before his tongue flicked itself across my clit without warning.

Fingers joined shortly after and he moaned when he realised just how much I wanted him.

"Fuck Bella, you are so wet for me." He ripped open the condom and rolled it on. He slid his cock over the sensitive bundle of nerves that were making me throb and I closed my eyes because my vision was becoming cloudy at the thought of him.

He kneeled between my legs and eyed me to make sure I was ready, with a quick nod at him my head dropped back and my fists clenched the sheets. Slowly his body pressed down onto mine and he pushed himself up to meet my face. I could feel him at my entrance, my body trembling and anticipating his every move.

He pushed into me inch by inch, his eyes never leaving my face checking me for a sign to stop. I felt myself stretch and adjust to his entrance, one hand holding his body weight above me and the other on my stomach to keep me still.

"Fucking heaven." He groaned into my ear and I grinned before I kissed his foul mouth. My legs wrapped around his waist to let my heels dig into his ass to push him in deeper. He was inside me completely and I'd never felt anything like it in my life. Doctors should prescribe this for everything.

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back into me, setting a rhythm of thrusts and soon my hips were slamming up onto his own, pleasure careening through my body. My hands were yanking and scratching indiscriminately at any part of him I could touch as his hips thrust into me, making me moan his name, warmth building in my stomach before it finally exploded in the most toe curling mind numbing body tensing orgasm I'd ever had. My walls clamped and pulsed around his thrusting cock, milking the seed out of him as he violently pushed deep inside me followed by shallow thrusts and finally a stillness as he collapsed on top of me, our foreheads against each other, our breathing heavy and contented, with the same dopey grins on our faces, and the music slowly filtering in through our addled brains.

I may be scattered
A little shattered
What does it matter?
No one has a fit like I do
I'm the only one that's fits you

A/N: Howdy folks...read, review, recommend.

Songs are Biffy Clyro, Machines and Foo Fighters, Disenchanted Lullaby.

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