A/N:Well, okay. The kids decided they needed a break... so instead of one last chapter, you get two shorter chapters.

The last week had been stressful.

Well, more stressful than usual, Bella amended. Life had been far from a picnic for months, but the last week had been particularly heinous. Edward was putting in a few overtime hours in the rush of people getting their cars checked out for summer road trips. As school started to wind down, Bella was caught up in the rush of papers to complete and finals to study for again. Most of Edward's spare time rightfully went to Benji.

They did manage a couple hours together. Most nights of the week Bella spent at the Cullens' house, content to fall asleep with Edward's arm slung around her waist.

Thinking Edward should have some alone time with his family - and she really did need to crack the books - Bella sent Edward a text one not so special Friday night saying she was going to stay in her dorm for the evening.

"Um. Excuse me? Who are you, and what are you doing in my place?" Angela quipped when she walked in the door.

Bella gave her friend a wry smile. "Look who's talking. I don't think I've seen you all year let alone this semester."

"Boyfriends, right?" Angela shook her head. "Timesuckers."

"No kidding. You remember last year? We were inseparable." Bella's tone was rueful. A year ago, she would have laughed if anyone had told her she and Angela would be virtual strangers. Yet here they were. Their lives rarely intersected anymore.

Her roommate's lips twisted. "This is one of those moments when you realize your parents were right and life changed without you realizing it, huh?"

"Yeah." Bella wrapped her friend in an impulsive hug. "I promise not to forget about you if you don't forget about me."

"You're stuck with me," Angela promised. She sighed. "That being said, I have to go. I have a study group."

"Of course you do."

After Angela left, Bella popped some kettle corn and settled down to her books.

She'd only been studying for about twenty minutes before a knock to the door interrupted her.

"Edward!" Bella was delighted to find her boyfriend outside her apartment. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him inside, kissing him before she gasped and let him go. "What are you doing here? Who's with Benji? What-"

He silenced her litany of questions with another kiss, laughing against her lips. "What are you up to tonight?" he asked rather than answer her question.

She quirked an eyebrow, taking a step backward out of his arms. "I have to fit the studying in some time."

He didn't let her get away, following her step with one of his own. His eyes were full of mischief. "Are you sure you have to study?"

As usual, his nearness, especially when he was looking at her like that, did wonderful things to her body. "I'm pretty sure studying is a requirement of this whole college thing, yes."

He pressed forward again, forcing her to take a step back so she was up against the door. "That's a pity." He tilted his head toward her, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath hot on her skin, but he didn't kiss her.

"Why is that?" She tried to catch his lips, but he turned his head just slightly away. The tease.

"Benji is at a sleepover. Mom and Dad went back to Forks to settle a few last minute details before the sale of the old house goes through." His hand snaked around her waist, and he pulled her away from the door. "It's just you and me, baby girl. All. Night."

Bella's heart was already trying to escape from the cage of her ribs to gallop around the room. When he dipped his head, skimming the tip of his nose in a line from her ear to her chin, her breath stuttered. "So tell me." His words were a vibration against her neck as he peppered little kisses at her throat. "How much do you really need to study?"

As he spoke, he lifted his hand, hooking a single finger into the collar of her shirt and tugging down until the spot where her neck met her shoulders was exposed. He pressed his mouth there. His teeth scraped lightly along her skin, sending a shiver of pure delight down her spine.

"I, um..." She swallowed hard, trying to make her brain work again. "I should... um." She blew out a breath. "Fuck it." Throwing her arms around his neck, she attacked his mouth with her own.

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"The evening is yours. I'm yours. We can do whatever you want to do," Edward had promised her.

Bella asked him to let her drive. He did. Edward was focused so completely on her, he didn't even realize where they were going until they'd pulled up in front of it.

He blinked, and if Bella wasn't so nervous, she would have giggled at the stupefied expression on his face. "You want me to go to work?"

"No." She swallowed down the lump in her throat, reminding herself this was Edward. He wasn't going to laugh at her, even if her request was ridiculous. "Can you get into the garage?" She knew her cheeks had to be flaming.

He didn't answer her. He was staring. His mouth hung open, and even in the dim light, Bella could see the look in his eyes was dark.

Her mouth went dry. She was thirsty, and he was water.

They leaned over the console between them at the same time, lips meeting in the middle. He'd caught on to what she wanted quick. His hand landed first on her knee but quickly moved to her inner thigh. She moaned into his mouth when he stroked his fingers over her jean-clad center.

Before they could get too far, Bella pushed him backward. "Can you get into the garage or not?"

Edward's grin was wicked. "Oh, I can." He grabbed her by the lapels, drawing her close to him again. His lips tickled the skin near her ear and his voice was a rumble as he spoke. "Isabella Marie. We've been together for seven months. Are you seriously just now going to tell me you have mechanic fantasies?"

Refusing to let him have the upper hand, Bella fisted her fingers in his shirt, pulling him close so she could kiss him. Only when he'd gone pliant, his mouth seeking out hers and his body leaning forward, did she break their kiss. "Edward Anthony, if you haven't figured out I have mechanic fantasies, you haven't been paying attention."

He growled, and kissed her once. Hard. "Give me just one minute, miss, and then pull your car in." He flashed a smile that would have made her weak in the knees if she wasn't already sitting. "We'll get to work on you right away."

Bella shivered with anticipation. As soon as Edward was inside the door of the office, she got out of the car and raced to the trunk. She grimaced when she saw her spare uniform from work was rumpled. It would have to do. Opening the back door, she stood between the two doors on the driver's side of the car. As quick as she could she changed into her work uniform, making it back into the driver's seat just as Edward got the garage door open.

Bella folded her arms on the steering wheel, banging her head down as she groaned. Edward had also changed. He was wearing his jumper now, looking like he was walking right out of a porn set.

The mechanic and the waitress.

She pulled into the garage, and he caught her eye, his smile spreading slow across his face. He sauntered, he fucking sauntered, over to her window and leaned on the car door to speak to her. Before he could say anything, he seemed to notice she'd changed and he groaned, banging his head on the top of the door. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath. She could practically feel his eyes travelling down the length of her body, checking to see if she had the skirt on as well. "You'll be the death of me, Bella, I swear you will."

Bella bit the inside of her cheek to keep her smirk in check. "So you think I can get some service here, or what?"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, I think I can service you." His words made her body clench. "Why don't you come out here and show me what's wrong," he said, opening the car door for her.

Bella got out of the car, noticing how he stayed inside her personal space as she walked around to the front of the car. She gasped when he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her over the hood of the car without warning. "No need to explain, ma'am. I'm good at sussing out the issue." His fingers traced along her sides.

"Good with your hands, are you?" she asked, proud she wasn't a quivering pile of goo by then.

"That's what they tell me." He moved his hands to cup her ass. "You'll have to let me know if they're right."

Bella pressed her lips together, but she couldn't help the little whine his touch elicited. His hands were underneath her skirt now, his fingers skimming over the backs of her thighs and back up to her ass. "Have you figured it out yet?"

He hummed. "Very nearly." His hand slid under the waistline of her panties. Bella Bit her lip, but it didn't quite muffle the wanton moan his touch elicited. He rubbed her clit with two fingers, letting his fingertips trail down further, feeling her where she was slick.

"See, this is your problem right here." He pressed a finger inside her, making her whimper. "It's a simple fluid leak."

There was no reason that should be so hot, but it was. It really was.

Edward bent forward so his body was pinning hers down on the hood. He pushed both his fingers inside her now, continuing to speak in a low, maddeningly steady voice near her ear. "It's an easy fix. The crack just needs to be filled."

"Oh, God," Bella mumbled. She tilted her forehead against the cool metal of the car.

Meanwhile, Edward continued to work his fingers in and out of her. With his other hand, he brushed her hair back over her shoulder and nibbled on her earlobe. "Is that what you want, Miss Swan?" He used his knee to spread her legs. "Do you want me to fill you?"

"Now. Now, Edward. Please."

His weight was gone from her but only long enough for him to pull her panties down. Then he spread his hand wide between her shoulders. She heard a rustle as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Do you have any idea what this does to me, Bella? Do you have any idea how hot this is?"

"I think I have some idea. Edward." The word was a plea. She thrust her ass back, inviting him closer.

He groaned. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." His hand was between her legs again, guiding the head of his cock to her entrance. He teased her for only one stroke, two, three, and then he slid inside her.

For minutes, neither of them said a word. Edward took her hands, holding them on either side of her head as he pounded into her at a quick rhythm. He grunted. She moaned. He sighed. She made a sound that might have been his name. He nipped at her shoulder. The cool temperature of the metal under her hands and the heat of his body surrounding her was a perfect mixture - titillating, keeping her from combustion.

He groaned, dragging his lips up to her ear again. "You feel this, don't you? How you were made for me."

"Yes." She cried out as he hit a sweet spot inside her. "Harder. Please, Edward. More."

"You want more, baby girl?" He was so deep inside her.

"Everything," she said on a breath.

"I'm yours." He ducked down, pressing his head against hers. His breath came in rough, ragged pants by her ear.

Bella couldn't speak then. She could make no intelligible noise as he drove into her hard and fast just like she wanted. In that moment, she was glad she was beyond speech. It was almost too much. She might have begged him to stop. As it was, when she came, her vision went white. She screamed so loud, Edward clamped his hand tight over her mouth, muffling the noise so they wouldn't get caught. He drowned out his own orgasm with his mouth at her neck, his teeth digging into her skin.

"Jesus," he said under his breath as he panted. He kissed her ear. "I love you."

"You love Jesus or you love me?"

He laughed. "Smart aleck." With a groan, he pulled out of her, giving her ass a smack. Bella squeaked, pushing herself up wobbly legs.

Edward wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest and leaning on the car for support. He cuddled her close, kissing the sore spot on her neck where his teeth had dug in. "Can I take you home, Bella?"

"Yeah." She opened her mouth, because she wanted to tell him he could keep her. She wanted it to be their home. She was his. "Take me home," she said instead. She figured she wanted to tell him when they were curled up in their bed.

A/N: Really. Next chapter is the last. And yes, there will be an epi.

Many thanks to jessypt, barburella, and songster.

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