A/N: All outifts are on my profile. There is a lemon in here, so if you don't like them, don't read past the page break.
"This is the place with the finest gowns in Washington." Alice announced as we entered the store. We'd driven four hours, even with Rosalie's speeding, to come to a little boutique in the middle of no where with prices that were through the roof. Not only that, but we had to stop multiple times for Damien, who couldn't be watched because the boys were out, and none of us trusted them with a baby.
"Alice, couldn't we have gone somewhere less… expensive." I mumbled as I turned over a price tag.
"No, and this isn't for you right now, but we are getting your dresses by the end of the day." Alice said while eyeing a few dresses.
"B-but you said I didn't have to do it this week." I stuttered while Damien tried to put his fist in my mouth.
"Well, it's the biggest necessity and from the one that I've seen- I mean, know that you'll pick I want to make a few adjustments. Your bust size is bigger and your hips, too." I hid my face behind my hair, forgetting that I could no longer blush, and readjusted Damien in my arms so his hands couldn't reach my face.
"Alright, alright," I sighed. "We'll see about the dresses, no promises, now go pick out your dresses." Alice smiled and kissed my cheek before the store's clerk came out.
"Hi, I'm Samantha, how may I help you?" a pretty girl with light brown hair and tan skin asked. She seemed thrilled by the fact that there were customers in her store with the intent to purchase one of the expensive dresses.
"We need bride's maids dresses, the colour scheme is black and white, so we're starting from there." Alice said with a business like air.
"Of course, we have neutral colours in the back, and there are also pastels in the front." Samantha led us to the back and Alice pushed me down in a chair outside while she gathered any black and white dress that she found.
Alice looked at each one and made a face of approval or disgust at each one. After about thirty or so, she picked three and had each woman go into the changing room to try them on. Esme sat with me since she would be wearing something different. Rosalie went in with the dress, and Angela went to the room next to hers. Alice danced into the third and was done in no time.
"I don't think this is right," Alice complained.
"It's not, too much skin for a wedding." Rosalie agreed.
"What about the crystal one?" Angela suggested.
"That's a great idea!" Alice squealed. She ran out with her other clothes on and grabbed three of the same dresses and flipped them over the doors. Esme and I laughed at her eagerness and continued to play with Damien's hair, it was longer now, growing out in little patterns on his head.
"I like this," I heard Rosalie call from her stall. She stepped out and turned around on her heel to show Esme and I the dress. It was beautiful, I had to admit. The all over colour was black, but there were two slits in front that let out a pristine white, there were embroidered crystals on the chest in a floral pattern. The crystals were much too beautiful to be anything but diamonds and I worried about the cost.
Angela stepped out next, a smile on her face as she twirled around in the dress and looked in the mirror. Alice was the next out, hers was shorter and I could see that would save her some work. "These are perfect, they don't even need to be tailored." she sang.
After Samantha carefully put their purchases away, and had them paid for, Alice went hunting for a more mature dress for Esme. She allowed Alice to hunt while we stayed in our spot with Damien, Rosalie, and Angel. Rosalie and Angela couldn't stop touching him, and I didn't think he minded the attention at all. Alice came back after a few minutes with a pleasant smile on her face, and Esme rose knowing exactly what Alice needed her to do.
"This is perfect, Esme, I'm telling you right now." her smile was wide and excited as she passed Esme a dress.
Alice took her seat, her smile never leaving her face as she played with Damien's hand. Not more than a few minutes late, Esme came out in a strapless black dress with white lace at the bottom of the dress. She looked like a dream stepping from the changing room and smiled at us all.
"It looks amazing!" Alice said standing up while handing Esme something white. Esme took the piece Alice gave her and put it around her neck carefully. It was a white fur shawl that looked amazing on her.
Angela had managed to find a flower girl outfit in the right size for her little sister. It fit with the colour scheme and had a floral pattern on it. I was swooning over the tiny dress when she showed it to me. I wondered if Damien would look good in a baby tux, which Alice assured me she had.
I didn't look at the price, knowing I would most likely vomit my last hunt all over the expensive carpet. Alice bought all the girls identical black and white fifties style shoes and a few jewelry pieces to match before we left. I sighed in relief when we all got in the car again. But I knew Alice wasn't done yet, because she was driving away from the direction of home.
"Don't freak, Bella," Alice said while putting down Rosalie's convertible top. "Remember, I already know which ones you'll love, you just have to pick." I nodded meekly and continued to look out to the vast green lands of Washington.
"How much do they cost?" I asked as soon as Alice brought the five dresses to my view." she shook her head and rolled her eyes before shoving me in a stall and handing me the first dress. It wasn't bad, a little plain, but still beautiful. The sleeves went to my elbows and the neckline went straight from each elbow.
I stepped from the room and Alice made a face. "Too plain," I turned and went back into the stall while she passed another. After a halter dress with too many crystals and diamonds that I flat out refused, Alice handed me two more that weren't what she was expecting. One was strapless, and the other was like the first, but with shorter sleeves.
"Alice, if you didn't like the others then what's the point." she grinned at me and pushed me into the dressing room again. This time she threw a bag over the top and I grabbed it carefully. I unzipped the dress from its bag and gasped.
I wasted no time in slipping the dress on and examining myself in the mirror. My eyes would have watered if I were human, it was beautiful, and it was me. It was so plain, but it was extraordinary all at the same time. It was a strapless white gown with a black sash that tied into a ribbon at my hip. I grinned and opened the door while rushing out. "This is it!" I screamed.
"I told you! I knew you'd find something!" Alice screamed while we jumped up and down. "Wait!" she screamed while she stopped. "You cleavage is going to pop out if you jump like that." everyone started to laugh and I went back in to change into my jeans and blouse.
We left from the store at around six and went to get Angela dinner and change Damien. By the time we got to Forks it was late, and both Angela and Damien had fallen asleep. Angela managed to make it out of the car without falling with her dress, shoes and her little sisters flower girl dress. Alice promised to have her over for other wedding things, I could hear the audible groan that left her mouth. Alice dropped Damien and I off at the house, saying that it would be safer to keep the dresses at the other house so Edward didn't see anything.
I put Damien down for the night and started mixing formula before I felt arms wrap around my waist and sweet breath on my neck. I smiled and turned around in his arms. "How was your day?" he asked in a light tone.
"It was… exhausting. Alice got everything she wanted done, though. How about you?" he kissed my forehead and his hands rubbed up and down my back, making a shiver roll through my body.
"Good, I got a tux, and everyone seemed to get what they needed. I even found another groomsman." I raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. "Ben Cheney, he's Angela's boyfriend, and we already have two couples, why not make an even three?"
"That's a good idea, did you tell him already?" I asked while I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Yeah, I actually ran into him. Angel told him about the wedding, and he congratulated me, we got to talking and I brought it up." he kissed my lips full on and pushed me onto the counter, knocking several things off as he moved further back, and opened my legs so that he could stand between them.
"Ah… we shouldn't. Baby's… sleeping," I mumbled in between kisses.
"He's out like a light," Edward whispered into my neck, his tongue making a trail from my collarbone to my chin. I moaned into the silent and dark kitchen before biting my lip and bringing his lips to mine. His lips were gentle on mine, sweet and urgent all at once. I sighed into our kiss and he smiled beneath my lips.
Edward's hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer so I could feel his arousal. I laughed at his eagerness ran my fingers through his hair while continuing our kiss. He was usually big on foreplay, teasing me until I was about to explode, but this was so much more different. He was slow and gentle, letting his slowly moving hands caress and feel me through the material of my clothes. Everything became less intense and more passionate as we continued to kiss on the countertop, my unnecessary breathing was erratic as I gripped at his shoulders, neck, hair and anything else that was in my reach.
I kissed down his neck, listening to his labored breath, and undid his shirt. His eyes were closed when I looked back at him. I kissed each of them before they fluttered open and he kissed me again. We broke apart briefly when he removed my shirt, our bare chests press together as out lips moved in perfect sync. His hands moved down my back, forcing a shiver to shake me, and looped his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans. We both smiled and continued to rock against each other, eager for what was to come.
I put my hands behind me on the counter and lifted my hips for Edward to remove my jeans. He bent his head down to the front of my jeans and undid the button with his teeth and then the zipper. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to burst through. He kept my eye contact as grabbed the material at my knees and pulled them down to the floor. He felt me through the material of my panties and I started to pant in anticipation of what was to come. Out lips met once more as he started knead me harder and I moaned into his mouth, pushing myself closer to him.
"I love you," he whispered against my lips. He ripped the material from my hips and pushed his clothed erection into me, a breathless scream forced my head backwards and I bit my lip harder to stop the sounds that wanted to rip from my throat and wake up anyone within a mile radius. I tried to say something, to return my sentiments, but when I tried to speak a gasping moan loudly resonated through the kitchen. Edward chuckled and moved his lips to my ear. "I know you do," I let out a breathless laugh and pushed down his pants.
We continued to kiss, touch and feel each other. Our hands ran over each other's bodies and hit sensitive spots that only the other knew about. It was an intimate and completely personal act, an act that only lovers could truly understand. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. Edward didn't miss a beat as he slid into me easily. I gasped and moaned into the air and bit my lip again. He held my hips on the counter as he continued to thrust into me. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and released my cries there, making sure not to scream out like I wanted so desperately to do.
A few more thrusts and I could feel myself getting tighter around him, trying to prolong it so that we would be able to go together. I screamed out into his neck and drew him closer to me, wanting to feel him in my stomach. I felt him grow stiffer inside of me, his long shaft growing within me and I cried out bloody murder into his neck. The sound didn't all make it and I heard my voice reverberate through out the kitchen, quickly followed by Edward's groans of release. We both fell into each other while panting, pausing to hear the sounds of a baby. There was a shuffling from upstairs, but nothing that indicated Damien had woken up.
We kissed again and I groaned. "On the counter?"
"I'll wash it," Edward chuckled.