A/N: Well, well, well... I was really amused how the reviews were so split between people being angry I cockblocked (as if!) and people eagerly looking forward to the next chapter. Here it is, lovelies. I must say, you guys bowl me over and knock me out each chapter with your reviews. I just couldn't ask for better readers, so thank you.

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Turning away from him to walk to the room we were staying in, I actually heard him growl. I thought I might fall over from laughing as hard as I was, but then he matched my pace and walked right up behind me. As his hands slipped around my waist and we began to make the trek together, awkwardly, he turned his mouth to my ear and whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, for so long, you'll be lucky if I let you sleep at all tonight."

Laughing, I walked just a little faster, eager for the night to really begin.

Each step forward I took, Edward was right behind me, pressed to my body, touching me and taking off a piece of clothing. He began with my shirt, which came off and he almost threw to the side. I had to stop him; what would his parents think if they woke up and found our clothes littered on the path to the room! I wasn't ready for that, so instead, I just held onto what he removed.

Once my shirt was gone, he somehow unhooked my bra, although if you'd asked me, I would have sworn his hands never left the front of my body. When it was off my arms, I held that too, and thankfully we were inside the bedroom by then. Dropping what was in my hands, I turned and began to work at the button-fly on his jeans as fast as he was unbuttoning my own pants.

There was nothing better than the frantic feeling we were immersed in right then, the need for each other consuming us entirely.

Edward's head bent down and his lips embraced my nipple. They were wet and warm, wrapped around the tight peak. Just the tip of his tongue swiped across the skin, eliciting a soft moan from me. We continued to walk back to the bed, and when he'd succeeded in laying me down, his fingertips began to trace patterns and letters on my body. I felt hearts and stars and random letters that seemed to spell nothing, but through each one, I felt his love.

My eyes had long ago closed, and I wasn't cold as I laid bare, naked, exposed to him. The room was dark, I knew from before I'd closed my eyes, moonlight coming in between the slats of the blinds on the window. I could imagine how I looked to him. Edward always saw the best of me. Well, he saw the worst of me, too, but through his eyes, I knew I was always beautiful, always perfect, always loved. My body seemed to hum and vibrate with anticipation, warming me to the bone.

As his lips met my flesh again, dragging and pulling it between his teeth, I got lost in the feeling. Drowning in Edward didn't seem like such a bad thing as he hovered above me, fingers lacing through mine as his body aligned itself naturally where it needed to be. My hips lifted, pressing our bodies closer on instinct. I wanted to be like this, always. Always.

One of his hands slipped away from mine and trailed down my body, resting at the top of my pubic bone. When his lips met mine, his thumb snaked out and slipped on top of my clit. Whimpering, I lifted my hips again, seeking more friction. I could feel him smile against my mouth, and that made me smile.

"Don't tease," I whispered.

"Baby, I'm just getting started," he said quietly, against my neck. "Didn't I tell you we'd be here all night?"

Pressing harder with his thumb, he shifted his other fingers lower, pressing into me just slightly. Lost again, I was so lost in the pleasure. I'm sure I babbled, begged, and pleaded. The next thing I was aware of was Edward pressing against me. I knew I begged then, quietly and repeatedly. My eyes were open, looking into his, as he entered me.

Once he was as close to me as he could get, all the way inside, his hand slid back into mine. Moving my lower half and wrapping my legs around his hips, we began to rock together. His hands squeezed mine randomly as he continued to move, and it was so, so good. The tension and pleasure began to build, and everything felt so different.

Releasing my hands, Edward moved one next to my head, the other he used to move down and unhook my leg from his body. Tracing his palm up the back of my thigh to my knee, he brought the leg up and over his shoulder. Then pushed in again, somehow going deeper. A half-noise half-word came from me, the only sound I was capable of as I willed him to do what he'd just done again. He did, again and again, driving faster and deeper, beyond my wildest fantasies.

The hand that had moved my leg explored my body, teasing my nipples, tracing my lips, my cheekbones, down my body again, and brought me back to my frenzied feeling of lust.

"I never want to stop," he said. "But you're so fucking sexy. I wish you'd let me take your picture like this. Every time you're so close to coming, your face gets this relaxed expression and you radiate bliss. Are you going to come, baby?"

Just hearing him talk like that made me grind harder against his hand, my need increasing exponentially.

"Please."

His entire body kept pushing, kept drawing my closer as his hand worked frantically in tandem.

"I want you to come. I can't wait to watch you, oh god, to feel you. You have no idea how different it feels..."

He was right, but so fucking wrong.

Tucking my head into his shoulder, I dug my fingers into his back, pulling him to me. We were a mess, a beautiful mess, as we came. I couldn't help it, I was always struggling to contain my noises, but there was no putting a lid on things when he pushed somehow harder, somehow deeper, somehow everything was just more, and the cry from me was muffled by his skin, but still louder than I intended.

"There it is right there. There's my beautiful girl," he panted, still bringing me delicious pleasure.

Obscenities came whispered from his mouth seconds after my body began to spasm, and I did my best to pry my eyes open, to watch him as I knew he'd watched me. The way his face contorted was beautiful, and a little funny. Seeing him as he shifted through the stages of his orgasm was interesting, though. He went from the twisted, contorted expression to fully relaxed and smiling within the span of a minute or two. When he finally opened his eyes again, looking down at me, we shared a smile before he wrapped my body in his arms and began kissing me.

Edward was panting and trying to catch his breath, which made me laugh a little. "Need some extra cardio in that routine of yours, Scone Boy?"

Chuckling lightly, he laid down beside me and brought my hand to his mouth, peppering little kisses over my knuckles.

"You're good for my heart health, apparently, Coffee Girl."

We laid quietly for a few minutes, then I got up to use the restroom. Edward followed behind and, once we'd washed our hands, we brushed our teeth together. With the little touches and exchanged glances, it was so reminiscent of that first time at his apartment. Once we'd taken our contacts out, I walked back to the main bedroom.

Laughing when I saw the disheveled state of the bed, I crawled over to rearrange the pillows and quilt covering it. Before I could crawl back into bed, Edward's warm hand began touching me at the base of my neck, trailing down my spine and ending with a loud crack of his hand against my ass. I yelped and laughed, then moved to turn over, but he stopped me with his hand on my back again.

"Put the pillow under your hips," he instructed softly.

Rising up a bit, I did as he asked. His hands distracted me again, and I had to fight the urge to stand and let him play my body as only he seemed to know how. Curling against my body, he had one hand cupping my breast, the other between my legs.

When he'd pushed inside again, I hummed and smiled. I had no idea if he intended to make good on his promise of all night, but I'd sleep a very happy girl that night, either way.

"I love being this close to you. Feeling you around me."

When he said that, I felt my whole body clench, which then caused him to groan and press his hips harder into mine. It was like a chain reaction of physical sensation – him thrusting harder, my body responding, ramping him up, and on and on, for what felt like several hours. The angle he was at felt unimaginably good, and I bowed my head on the other pillow to try and regain control of my breathing and noises. His hands were still working my body, bringing me higher, and I bit my lip as I felt my orgasm approach.

Edward must've sensed I was having trouble holding it in, as his hand slid up to cover my mouth. He clearly didn't anticipate my response, which was to suck several of his fingers into my mouth, because he was the one making loud noises after that. There was something both sexy and sensual about feeling him inside me, and wrapping my lips around his fingers in my mouth. At the end, I bit lightly on the finger in my mouth and laughed as he pulled it quickly back out.

If I'd thought he was close to being finished with me, I was so wrong.

Both of his hands went to my hips, steadying me, but still touching me in that way that made me feel so connected to him. Just as I'd begun to feel the love bubble expanding, he picked up his pace, practically pounding into me.

He was grunting as he thrust in and pulled back out quickly, and I couldn't help the squeaks and other noises that were forced out of me. His hands slid from my hips to cup my breasts, and the sensation was totally different. It was a complete dichotomy in my brain how he was clearly fucking me hard, but still touching me gently. I gave up thinking about it as my body once again took over, and I pressed back against him.

With both of us working against each other, I was worried the noise would be enough to wake up the whole town, much less his parents, but I gave up caring at some point. Moving my hand between the pillow and my body, I scissored my fingers around him and felt as he moved, then shifted to my clit.

There were so many things going on, too many to focus on all at once, and I was frustrated. I felt overwhelmed, in a good way, but still unable to focus on and absorb what we were doing. Every move was quick and hurried, frantic and needy, unlike before. Closing my eyes, I focused on feeling everything Edward was doing to each part of my body, and then on what I was doing, and the build came quickly. So quickly that it took me off-guard when my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

My entire body was exhausted and sated, and all I wanted to do was collapse and go to sleep, even though I was clearly a sweaty mess, but Edward continued. I was surprised at the sensation as he kept going, and could feel my body still responding to his, still climbing up again. It made me feel greedy and hungry, where a second before, I'd been ready to stop.

I was still a mess, and then I felt Edward's hand meet mine. Working together against my body, another orgasm rolled through me, as Edward's did as well. It was exhilarating but exhausting.

After crawling into bed together, Edward pulled me into his arms. Despite my exhaustion, I laid awake for much longer than he did, thinking about everything we'd done. Everything we'd felt, experienced, shared. I felt euphoric, and I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to fall asleep, but I did.

In the morning, as the sun began to fill the room after what felt like far too few hours of sleep, I woke to Edward kissing my body.

"Good morning," he said, looking up at me from my ankle.

"Morning," I whispered.

We smiled at each other, and he went back to work, nibbling at the bone on the inside of my ankle. It tickled, and I jerked my leg back a bit. He held strong, though, laughing.

"I know you so well. I love that I can anticipate how you're going to react to me," he teased.

"Oh?"

Edward nodded and kissed up my calf, then set my leg on the bed.

"Like this spot right here," he said.

Nibbling just a little behind my knee, he laughed as my leg flexed out and stretched, turning slightly to give him more room to work.

"Or when I touch you right here."

His fingertips slid down along the seam where my legs joined my body, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Just before they reached where I'd begun to throb with need, he pulled them away.

"This is one of my favorite places."

As he cupped my breast, his thumbs slid over the nipple.

"I love to watch your body move, tighten, swell with arousal."

He was straddling my hips, both of us still naked, and I could see him getting just as turned on.

"This freckle right here," he said, leaning down to kiss the freckle beneath my left breast, "is my favorite." Moving slightly to the other side, he continued. "This is my second favorite, though." And he kissed another, one I hadn't ever known I'd had. "And this scar," he said, nose running along the scar on my hip, "I want to take it away and make sure you never feel pain like you must've to get this again.

"Your lips, both pair, plump and pink, begging for attention."

At this, he moved back to straddling me, one of his hands tracing the lips on my face, the other moving to those between my legs.

My breathing increased in speed and decreased in depth as I felt my body responding to him.

"The way you feel around me..."

His voice quivered just slightly as I felt him push a digit into each spot his hand was. Humming lightly, he pulled back and out from both spots, and I gave him my best pouty eyes.

"That look, right there? You are so fuckable right now. That's my dirty girl coming out to play."

Biting my lip to keep the grin inside, I realized he was right; I felt sexy, desirable, wanted, and I really wanted him back inside of me.

"Are you going to ask me nicely?" he teased again.

He'd moved so that his cock was positioned at my entrance, then he would slowly tease up to my clit, and back down. I'd have given him anything he wanted right then, anything.

"Please," I breathed.

A wide smirk crossed his face as he shook his head.

Emboldened by his confidence in me, I let my eyes drift closed partway, in what I hoped was a sexy move, and licked my lower lip. One of my hands wrapped around the base of his dick, the other squeezed my breast slightly. Two could play at this game, I decided.

"Please," I whispered, searching my brain for the right words. I didn't want him to fuck me; I wanted it to be sexy and sensual, following the tone he'd already set. "Please, I need you inside me."

Smiling again, he pushed his body closer to mine, filling me and giving me exactly what I'd begged for.

"I love watching you, knowing all the signs of where you are in your orgasm," he said quietly in my ear as he moved over me. "But do you know what I love more than that?"

"No."

"Watching you ride me."

Turning us quickly, he readjusted our bodies and I was too far gone to go slow and sweet. My hips swiveled above his, fingers moving to where we were joined. It took only moments for each of us to fall into our orgasms, mine approaching first. As I felt my orgasm approach, I lowered my upper body to his, twining our hands together again.

Making sure my mouth was right next to his ear, I breathed and panted, praising and thanking him as I came. I realized in that moment this was the closest I'd ever been to anyone – physically, emotionally, everything.

Tears sprang to my eyes at my realization, and I felt him thrust up into me before stilling. His hands left mine and wrapped around me, then he must've realized I was cold and pulled the quilt up and over us. It felt like our own little cocoon of bliss.

We must've fallen asleep, and I woke when I heard the gentle knock on the door. My arm shot out to Edward, shaking him awake.

"Someone's at the door," I whispered frantically.

"Mom?" Edward called out.

"Sorry, Edward, we just wanted to make sure you two were okay. It's almost eleven, and..."

"Crap, sorry, Mom," he said sheepishly. "We'll be out soon, we're just finishing getting ready."

Total lie, but it made me giggle.

"Okay," Esme said, her voice growing more distant as she apparently walked away.

A few kisses later, Edward and I were on our way to the shower. We got cleaned up and dressed in record time, then made our way out to be with the Cullens.

Our day was spent browsing around the downtown area, doing a little bit of shopping and a lot of playing. There was a gnawing feeling in my stomach though, as I watched the three of them interact. They were clearly so comfortable with each other, and the way his parents spent money – on him, on themselves, even on me, despite my protests – made it abundantly clear that they'd lived vastly different lives than I had. Edward, to his credit, was always gracious and humble about it, and very appreciative when they paid the tab for a meal, or bought something.

Esme told us at dinner that she'd gotten us all ski and snowboard lessons for the next day, so I was excited about that. When we went back to the house, we repeated the routine of wine and board games mixed with talking, and it made me ache for my own family. When we went to bed that night, I was a little sullen. Perhaps the wine didn't help.

I felt myself tearing up as Edward and I brushed our teeth in our side-by-side routine.

"You okay?" he cocked his head to the side and asked around his toothbrush.

Nodding, I shrugged a little, then broke our gaze. I just couldn't pretend that night.

"Come on," he said, walking behind me to kiss the back of my neck. "Let's get to sleep early tonight, okay?"

His hand slipped into mine, and I let him lead me to the bed. It was different than our bed in his apartment, but now it had new memories and associations. We spooned and Edward held me close, stroking my arm and kissing me softly as we fell asleep together.

Bright and early the next morning, Esme made us a huge breakfast. We were up with the sun, enjoying our coffee, and my mood had lightened considerably. I still missed my parents, but made a call to Phil that morning. We caught up, and although it was awkward and slightly uncomfortable, I was glad. I needed to reconnect with him and remind myself that I wasn't entirely alone.

After Phil, I called Alice and Rose, then Jasper and Emmett. Edward was lying on the bed with me as we all talked and would interject now and then. It was almost perfect. The laughing and talking fed my soul.

The day on the slopes was a different story. I fell so many times, I was bruised and battered by the time I simply gave up and hid in the lodge. Edward decided to get a few runs in with his parents, so I curled up with a book by the large, open-hearth style fireplace. After a bit, Carlisle startled me by sitting down on the chair next to mine.

"Hello," he said, smiling his megawatt smile at me.

"Hi."

I felt a little awkward; I'd never really known how to act around Charlie or Phil, grown men and their behavior somewhat of a mystery to me.

"Having a good time?" he asked.

Nodding, I smiled and sort of curled my legs in on myself.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

My eyebrows met in the middle of my forehead.

"For giving Edward back to us. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't like he was some lost kid who was tossing away his life, he just …" Carlisle took a deep breath, then blew it back out. "He was just gone for a bit. When I would look at him, it was a shell. He kept going, kept up appearances for his mother and me, but I could just tell his heart wasn't in anything he did. I see his spark, and the way he looks at you, and I know that he's happy. You've reminded him that he has something to be happy for."

Resting my head on my knees, I thought about his words. I didn't want to reply quickly with anything trite or untrue, so I held my tongue for a moment, then tried to pick my words carefully.

"We did that for each other," I said quietly.

No more words were needed, as Carlisle smiled softly at me. I had no idea if he knew about my family or life circumstances, but he didn't seem to need anything more than that. He picked up the newspaper laying on the side table and began to read next to me. It was quiet and another moment of near perfection.

A while later, Edward and Esme came in, teasing each other the whole way. Their faces were pink, cheeks especially, and they both had lines from where their goggles had been. Esme sat on Carlisle's lap, and Edward sat next to me, as they continued to banter about who was faster down the hill.

We enjoyed a relaxing dinner out, then another quiet night at their home, which I was grateful for. My body was sore and my head and heart needed to rest more. When we went to bed, Edward gave me a fantastic massage that would undoubtedly have led to more, had I not accidentally fallen asleep.

Waking up with Edward was almost always a surprise, and that morning, I woke to no Edward at all. I was a little pouty, and then I heard the shower going. Creeping as quietly as I could, I made my way into the bathroom, then opened the shower door and climbed in.

Resting my head on his back, I wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you for last night," I said. "You have magic fingers."

Laughing, he turned to face me. "Magic fingers?" His eyebrows waggled mischievously.

"Mmhmm," I hummed and nodded.

Grabbing the shower pouf, I lathered it and helped him get cleaned up. We had a day of lounging and shopping planned, since it was Christmas Eve. Esme was cooking up a storm the next day, even though it was the four of us, and I'd offered to help.

Once he'd returned the favor and cleaned me up, we got out and dried off. He wrapped his towel around his waist, mine beneath my armpits, and I noticed he was prepping to shave. Hopping up on the bathroom vanity, I pulled him between my legs and held my hand out for the razor. He looked skeptical, to say the least.

"Please, I promise I'll go slow. It won't hurt a bit," I said.

"Isn't that my line?" he quipped, finally giving me the blade.

I set the razor down and squirted some shave gel into my hands, then lathered him up. After rinsing and drying my hands, I realized I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. Taking a few deep breaths, it occurred to me that it couldn't be much different than my legs or underarms, right?

Pulling his skin taut, I began to shave his face. This act of trust (or insanity) was huge for me, for some reason. We'd broken so many barriers during that time, and I wondered if it was possible to love someone as much as I loved him right then.

"One of the things I love the most about you is that you really pay attention," I said.

Another swipe of the razor up his skin, and another smooth patch of his beautiful face was revealed.

"I love that you know my body so well, as you demonstrated the other night," I said, giggling. He smirked, too, and I chastised him to stay still. He was still between my legs, and his hands were under my towel on my thighs, teasing me.

"Let me focus, naughty boy. Don't you want to hear all the things I love about you?"

He nodded and I went back to my task. The razor smoothed against his skin again, the scratchy, stubbly sound itching at my ears.

"I love how much you love your parents."

I had a few more quick swipes at his chin, and half his face was clean.

"I love how important school is to you."

Beginning on the other side, I moved the razor as gently as I could against his skin.

"I love that you love music. I don't know that I've told you that, but it's always amazed me how music can make my day so much better, and you seem to really appreciate it, too."

Two more long strokes, and his face was bare.

"I love how you look at me when we study. When we're holding hands. When you think I don't see you. When we're making love. When you're fucking me. Oh, and that look? When you're horny, but unsure..."

Wiggling my body closer to him, I teased just a bit, letting my towel slip.

"You need to do your lip, it makes me too scared," I said, handing the razor back. "Besides, I think I've found something that needs my attention more."

Folding my towel beneath me, I dropped to my knees on the floor.

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