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A/N: Thanksgiving is here!

"How is it that there isn't one can of cranberry sauce left in Forks?" I complain as we shuffle down the aisle. Edward laughs and laces our fingers together before kissing my knuckles. "Better?" he asks with a sweet smile. I shrug. "Slightly…"

He waggles his eyebrows at me and winks. "I'll make it much better later." I shake my head at his perverted nature and bite my lip to refrain from moaning. Moaning will only encourage him, and I'm definitely not trying to do that.

Edward and I still haven't talked. Waking up from the best sex I've had in months kind of took away my will to fight and argue and be pissed at him at all. He left the very next day, only a few hours after we woke up. So we didn't talk all day either, we spent those few precious hours having more hot sex.

Don't judge me. You would've done the same thing.

"Hey," Edward nudges me while we wait in line. "You okay?"

I nod and he scrunches his eyes at me accusingly. The man can read me like a fucking book. "What?" I ask in a slightly annoyed tone, because I'm slightly annoyed with his annoying ass. He shrugs and says nothing; instead he starts putting our groceries up onto the belt. "I feel like we're forgetting something," I say as I look at the five things we grabbed for my forgetful mother. "She didn't say eggs right?" Edward shrugs again and I'm becoming more and more frustrated as the seconds tick by.

I huff and push past him, digging through my purse for my debit card. I huff again when I can't find it. "I think I left my debit card in the car. I'll be right back." I leave the store without saying a word, moving quickly so we don't hold up the line. As soon as I turn the corner to head back to the parking lot, I slam into a hard body. "Ow," I mutter as I rub my nose. It feels like I just hit a concrete wall with my fucking face.

"Careful there Bells." Jake's amused voice fills my ears and I look up at him with a full scowl already firmly in place. "Hey! You ran into me." He says defensively and tries to glare at me. It doesn't last long, because it turns into a full on grin. "What are you doing?"

"Picking up last minute Thanksgiving shit for my Mom. You know how she is." He laughs because he does know how she is. She's very forgetful and flighty, which is why I love her. "Are you still stopping by?" I ask but he doesn't answer; his focus behind me.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, but hey have a good Thanksgiving okay?" He gives me a smile but I know it's forced. It doesn't reach his eyes and he walks away with his head down, in the opposite direction of the grocery store. I turn around, puzzled, until I spot what he was staring at.

Edward is standing there, shooting a death glare in my direction, clutching two grocery bags in his hands. His knuckles are white and his face is beet red. "Edward?" I ask slowly as I walk toward him even slower. His demeanor and facial expression are making me really nervous. "Are you okay babe?" He looks at me and shakes his head before walking toward the car. I follow behind him, not saying anything, and letting him process. I know how he works.

He slams the car door behind him as he shoves his lanky frame into the driver's seat. His hands grip the wheel tight and his breathing is heavy. "Edward, we need to talk about this." He shakes his head at me. "Yes we do. We should've talked about it last week before you went back to school. I mean…I love what you did with your tongue instead, but we can't put this off any more." I make a joke, trying to lighten the mood, but it doesn't work. He says nothing and puts the car in reverse, quickly backing out of the space and heading for home. When we pass the turn to head down my street, I break the silence that's filled the car for the last five minutes.

"Where are we going?"

"My house," he says in a low voice.

"Oh, so you can speak huh? We can't go to your house. My mom is waiting on this stuff to start everything." My mom is very serious about Thanksgiving. That's why she was up at five this morning putting the turkey in the oven. She needs to stay on schedule with all of the sides, or there's going to be hell to pay, and I'm not paying it.

"She can wait."

"Edward," I use my stern 'you're-never-having-sex-again' tone. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. "Go to my house first. We can go to your house after, but my mom is relying on me to bring this stuff home now. You know how she is. She has a schedule."

"Fine," he turns around and heads down the street toward my house. "I'll wait out here." I roll my eyes at him and get out of the car, grabbing the two bags from the backseat.

"Mom!" I yell from the front hallway. "Here's your stuff."

She and Esme come out of the kitchen, giggling like school girls. Someone got into the wine already. I glance at the clock on the wall and laugh when I see it's only half past ten in the morning. "Thank you honey," she says as she takes the bag from me. "Where's Edward?"

"In the car. He forgot something at the house so we're heading over there to grab it." Esme raises her eyebrows at me, silently telling me "yeah right" but I say nothing and kiss them both on the cheek quickly before making my escape.

I get in the car without saying a word and Edward drives off again in silence. The second we're through the door of his empty childhood home, he spins around and pins me to it. I gasp and grab his shirt, not knowing if I should pull him closer or push him away. "You're mine," he says with such passion, such force, that those two words knock me breathless. He kisses my neck and I angle it away from him slightly, giving him better access. He nips and licks at my skin before sucking hard. I groan at the sensation, pleasure mixed with pain, and slide my hands up into his hair, tugging on it roughly.

"Edward," I gasp out as he slowly licks my tender skin. He kisses the spot and runs his nose up my neck to my ear. "We need to talk." My words sound pathetic and breathless, but I need to try and reign in my hormones because I know that talking is what's important right now. I scratch his scalp with my nails and he practically purrs into my ear.

"Right," he says huskily before pulling back. He takes my hand and we walk toward the big white sofa in the center of the room. "Let's talk."

I nod and sit on his lap when he tugs me on top of him. I straddle his lap and give him a quick chaste kiss, because I know I might not be kissing him for some time if this goes badly. I give him a small smile before laying into him; verbally not physically, unfortunately. "What the fuck was your problem?"

His eyes widen slightly and I see him visibly gulp. "Which time?" he asks with a frown. In that moment, I know he feels bad, and has probably been feeling guilty for the last week. I trace my fingers along his lips, coaxing his frown away. "Both times," I whisper, not wanting him to feel worse than he already does. "Talk to me."

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. It's a nervous gesture, so I replace his hands with my own and run my hands through his locks. "I…fuck Bella…I hate you being friends with Jacob, okay? You shouldn't be friends with him."

"Why?"

He looks at me like I'm a fucking idiot. "Why?" he asks incredulously, "Because he wanted to fuck you for years, because he was a dick to you, because he put his hands on you Bella. How many more reasons do you need baby? I can't stand it. I fucking can't."

This time it's my turn to sigh. He makes good points, and they're all logical reasons as to why I shouldn't be friends with Jake. I just don't know how to explain this to him without hurting his feelings, or making him think that there's something there with me and Jake when it's the farthest thing from the truth. "Edward…" I kiss his cheek before continuing. "Remember how sad I was that day? Not just because of what happened…but because I lost Jake as a friend." He nods and for some reason I nod too. "Well…he was – is – important to me. Not as important as you, because no one ever will be, but he is. It's hard being in New York all alone. Sure I've made some really great friends, but it's not the same. Jake reminds me of home and that I'm loved."

He raises his eyebrows at me. "Not loved like that. There's just familiarity there. He has a girlfriend, if that makes you feel better. He's really in love with her. You'll meet her today."

"What?"

"Jake is going to stop by Edward. I'd really like you to control your temper."

His nostrils flare and I know he's working hard to control it right now. "Fine."

My lower lip trembles and I try to hold back the tears. I don't want to cry and use that as a ploy for him to agree with me. I don't want to make him feel bad for his feelings because they're valid. "Bella, don't fucking cry, please." His tone is begging and I know he won't handle it if I cry.

"I won't, sorry. It's just important to me. I just need you to try. If it doesn't work out, you can say I told you so."

"I will say it when it doesn't work out."

"Okay." I'm not going to argue with him anymore. "Are we good?"

He nods and gives me a kiss. "Do you promise?"

"I promise."

-XXX-

"Hey Bells," Jake's quiet greeting seems so much louder in the tense and quiet room. "Here, I brought dessert." I take the apple pie from him and give him a reassuring smile. He gives me a hug and I swear to God, I hear Edward growl. Leah steps in behind Jacob and envelopes me in a similar hug. Even though I'm surprised, I hug her back and raise an eyebrow at Edward that clearly says "see it's friendly" but he just shrugs at me. I roll my eyes but say nothing.

Dinner goes by with no drama and I'm actually enjoying the holiday. Our parents haven't been fawning over us, I guess making it past the year mark made them become less interested. Leah and Jake are adorable together, and I can slowly see Edward becoming a little more at ease with the whole Jake situation. I'm sure they're not going to be BFFs any time soon, but as long as they're not trying to kill each other – I'm happy.

Dessert is laid out onto the long table in the living room and everyone picks at what they want. We all stand around or sit wherever, enjoying the less formal atmosphere. Leah walks over to me, apple pie in hand and stands next to me while I make my selection. I pick a few cookies and a cupcake and motion for her to follow me to the love seat. We sit down and neither of us speaks while we take our first bites.

"So, that's your Edward huh?" She breaks the silence with her question and a nod toward Edward's direction. He's scowling at Esme as she tries to brush his hair out of his eyes. I'm sure she's complaining about its length and telling him that he needs a haircut. I'm partial to him keeping it longer. I like the messier look; plus I have a lot more to yank…

I barely pull myself away from the dirty thoughts of my boyfriend to answer Leah's question. "Yep, that's my Edward."

"He's freaking gorgeous!" I know what she's saying is true, and she's partly saying it to be polite; but it still pisses me off. I'm surprised when a tiny growl escapes my lips. "Easy there," Leah laughs and pats my knee. "I was just giving you a compliment on a job well done. Trust me; I'm very happy with Jake." She waggles her eyebrows for good measure and I jokingly gag. She laughs and shakes her head. "So…you and Jake…"

"Never happened and never will." I raise an eyebrow at her to make my point. She nods but says nothing; realizing my words are nothing but the truth. "He's like my brother. I've never really felt anything for him in that way. I can admit he's good looking, and I gave it a shot – for a second – but there was nothing there for me."

"I get it," she shrugs. "I had someone like that too. It was this guy Sam. He kept coming after me, every year of high school; until I told him to shove it and he left me alone." We both laugh and she continues. "I know you're not anything I should be worried about," she winks at me and I smile. "Does Edward know that Jake isn't anything to worry about?" She raises her eyebrows and I shake my head.

"No," I sigh. "I wish he understood. Did Jake tell you everything that happened between us?"

She nods slowly and frowns. "He really hates himself for that, you know. He cried when he told me." She quickly looks around to make sure he's not in hearing distance of her confession. She frowns again and looks around the room once more. "Where is he?"

I sweep the room in search for Jake and when I don't see him or – Edward for that matter – my stomach drops. "Shit," I mutter and quickly stand up. I head for my backyard, taking a guess that that's where they'll be. I hear hushed yelling as I get closer to the sliding door and know my instinct was right.

"You will not touch a fucking hair on her head while you're in New York, or I'll rip every piece of hair from yours, do you understand me?" I hear Edward's threat loud and clear, but Jake's response is muffled.

We both rush around the corner and I don't know who's gasp is louder – mine or Leah's. I rush toward Edward and grab his forearm, the one that is currently crushing Jacob's windpipe. "Edward! Let him go!"

He looks at me and then back to Jacob. "Do we have an understanding?" Jacob nods and Edward finally lets him go. Jake bends over and takes deep shuddering breaths.

"What the fuck Edward?" That's Leah. She crouches down and helps Jacob stand, quickly hugging him and quietly crying.

"I'm sorry Jake." I say quietly as they walk by. He gives me a small smile and shakes his head. "I deserved that Bella. I'll see you at school, okay?"

The second they're gone I whirl around on Edward. "What the fuck is your problem? You attack my friend, on Thanksgiving, in my parent's house?"

"Bella…he…"

"No! You promised me that you were fine. You said we were good." I'm crying now and I can't say more.

Edward wraps me in a hug and quickly scoops me up into his arms. I snuggle into his chest, even though I'm pissed at him, and relax into his touch. Before I know it, we're nestled together on my parents old porch swing. "I'm sorry Bella."

His apology is whispered so quietly that even though he whispered it directly into my ear, I barely heard it. "I just…fuck I snapped. I get the fact that you want to be friends with him, okay? I mean…I don't want you to be friends with him, but I can't stop you. I won't try to control you. That's not me and that's not us. I'm sorry but he needs to know that I won't fucking tolerate that shit again. I needed to do that. I know it's pathetic and immature but…I feel better. I'm just sorry it upset you. You forgave him and I can't. That was my way of dealing with it. But if you're pissed at me, you have every right to be and-"

I cut off his crazy rambling with a kiss to his lips. His eyes widen before they slowly close and he loses himself in the kiss. He readjusts us so that I'm nestled on his lap and I rub myself against him shamelessly. "Bella…" he gasps out in between my lips attacking his. "Shouldn't we talk…aren't you pissed at me…what are you doing?"

I break our kiss and stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "You're an asshole for doing that." He nods without argument. "But you're my asshole."

He smiles at me and it literally completes me. It's corny, I know; but just seeing that signature grin of his makes me feel like it's all I'll ever need to be happy. I am pissed at him for the way he handled things, but I can't blame him for it. It was his way of being okay with what's going on – with me forgiving Jake. Plus…Jake seemed okay with it…I guess. Guys are weird.

"So…" Edward trails off as he runs his hands up and down my sides.

"Take me to your house."

A/N: So…at least the Jake drama is out of the way huh? Another time jump coming… We'll be heading into sophomore year…reviewers get a teaser, so review if you don't want to wait! :)