a/n: I pray to whatever FanFiction god exists out there that you like this, because it was really hard (if you know what I'm saying haha jkjk) to write this chapter right. I finally think I got it right. Thanks for all the feedback you guys. Apparently, you all liked the flashback with Emmett and Rosalie and Bella in the beginning. I'd never planned for that to be there. Bella and her pals just sorta had a mind of their own. This chapter starts with a flashback (in italics) but it's only a few days prior. However, if you guys would like, I think I might do some flashbacks in future chapters. I'm already thinking of one from Bella's senior year as well as maybe one when Bella's just starting high school. Dunno...we'll see how they work out. They definitely help develop my characters a lot more. If you like that idea, let me know, and if you have any ideas for possible flashbacks, then I'd really like to hear them. I want you guys to all know this Bella and Edward and their crew the way that I do. Oh! Another flashback idea just hit me. Yay! I like this one! :)

Anyway, I have my tennis tournament tonight, and I'm sore as hell because I started cheerleading yesterday. I'm going to make the rest of this note really quick, so just read and enjoy. I originally planned to have this finished and posted Wednesday night, but I hadn't completed it Tuesday evening and got stuck writing a (very intellectual-sounding) essay for English class on The Crucible by Arthur Miller. Pretty good play. Um, yep, so that's life in a nutshell.

Dedication: Fanficreader83 with her ever faithful review of every chapter every time I post. She is one of the few readers whose name I can just spring forth off the top of my head should anyone ask me to. THANKS SO MUCH!!!

"Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see."

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Bella's POV

I moaned happily around my bite of tortellini while Alice thanked Rose repeatedly for cooking us a substantial dinner for girls' night. We'd all taken our first few exams earlier today, and all three of us were just dying to sit down and relax to a night of fun and laughs.

"This stuff is orgasmic. I swear, if Jazz didn't already get me off--"

"Alice!" Rose cut her off, laughing. "That's my cousin!" She couldn't have really cared less, as she was merely teasing Alice.

"Oh, like you don't wish you had someone as good as my Jasper. Besides, I haven't gone into any detail yet," Alice protested knowingly.

I laughed as Rose answered, "And I'd like to keep it that way thank you. Although, you do look freshly fucked, miss. Seems someone was taking a quick ride on her boy's pony, if you know what I'm saying." Alice and I both laughed, and I just knew Rose was waggling her eyebrows the way Emmett did when he used that same tone of voice.

"Oh, I know what you're saying. And if you think Jazz is a pony, Emmett can't be more than a bunny rabbit!"

I howled in laughter as Rose quipped, "Oh no you di-int!"

"Oh yes I did."

I coughed on my tortellini while Rose and Alice shot lines back and forth, before finally I calmed and managed to throw in an, "Ew! I never needed to know that about my brother, Rose! Keep that info to yourself!"

Then they pounced on me. "What about Edward? How big is he?" Rose all but pleaded repetitively, and Alice threw in a "Is he any good in bed? Pleasing you before himself and all that? Ew, wait, don't tell me. I don't wanna know. Gross."

I shook my head at them and forked another piece of pasta, pointing to my mouth to mean I couldn't speak with my mouthful.

"Please, Bella?" Rosalie pouted. "Isn't there anything you want to know, maybe? You've got two girls with a pretty...large arsenal of sexual knowledge..."

I groaned, but my face was heating quickly. I paused for a second dropping the fork to my plate and hiding my face in the curtain of my hair from them.

"Oh, I know that blush!" they both exclaimed giddily, laughing.

"Shut up."

"Come on, Belly Bell, what do you want to know? I could tell you about how much your brother likes when I nibble his--"

"Stop right there!" I cried in horror. "Don't go further. That was about to be TMI! Oh, god. I'm thinking about things I never, ever wanted to think about Emmett. Oh, fuck, I think I'll be scarred for the rest of--"

"Oh, fuck you, Bella," Rose quipped.

I chuckled nervously. "Okay, so, yeah. I was kinda wondering about..."

I tried to recall everything they told me that night, preparing myself for what I planned to do next.

"So, love, that's my apartment," Edward chuckled, snuggling my body closer to his. I placed a kiss on his naked chest, flicking my tongue out to lick the light film of perspiration that coated his skin. Yum. Salty Edward.

I turned my face toward his and grinned devilishly. "There's only one more thing I'd like to see," I told him.

"What's that?" he asked, confused. "There's nothing else to it. I..."

He trailed off as I began drawing patterns on his chest with a feather-light touch, teasing his skin. "I want to see you. All of you."

I heard him swallow hard. "You mean like..."

I nodded, understanding what he meant as he once again left his sentence unfinished. I bit my lip, slightly embarrassed and nervous. I was sure that my face was a deep red, considering how warm it felt, and I briefly wondered if the lamp he'd turned on by his bed much earlier in the evening would still be on, allowing him to see my blush. The tormented groan which slipped from his lips and rumbled in his chest told me that he could see me just fine, and his hard member pressed against my thigh was not only an indicator that he liked the idea of what was about to happen, but also a reminder of what I planned for the grand finale.

I pushed him fully onto his back and raised myself up onto my arms, moving to straddle his thighs as the thin sheet which had covered up slid down my back and rested just above his knees. My entire body was now fully revealed to him, and he moved his hands up to my hips, then slid them along my sides to my breasts. I bit my cheek to hold my moan in and took his wrists in mine, shaking my head at him in reprimand.

I returned his hands to their previous location on the mattress, and they became fists immediately in the soft sheets. "No touching, Edward. This is my chance to learn you like you've learned me."

He whimpered. "God, Bella." I leaned down and pressed my lips to his chastely. "This will be the sweetest torture," he mumbled, but his tone was excited.

That was one of his last truly coherent sentences for a long time.

I started with his face. I knew it so well, already, but I always started with the familiar. This face, I loved it so much. I loved the man this face belonged to more than anything I'd ever loved before.

"You are my heart," I whispered aloud, though I'd intended it to be an internal musing. I pressed a finger to his lips before he could say anything in response. I spoke softly, soothingly, with my forehead pressed to his as I returned my hands to his cheeks, "Sh, this is my time, now. Let me do this before you dazzle me with your perfect words."

And he always did. And they always were. Everything about him was, dazzling and perfect that is.

When he nodded, I pressed another kiss to his lips and slowly caressed his face, memorizing, once again, a face I would never live to forget; a face I would never want to forget.

My hands slid back toward his scalp, my fingers rounding the shells of his ears. I slid my nose along his jaw as my fingers combed through his wild hair until they reached the pillow. My hands traveled down his neck, my fingers tracing his adams apples and then following the lines of his broad shoulders.

I slid my cheek down his neck, pausing and breathing in his scent, allowing it to wash over my senses. I took a moment, appreciating it as it swirled in my lungs until it was nothing more than a memory, at which point I breathed out, letting my breath wash over his skin. He shivered, and I held back yet another moan.

I sat up and tugged slightly on his shoulders, silently asking for his to sit up with me. He did, slowly, as though he would lose all ability to behave and to let me complete the task as I was asking him to. He leaned his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily on my neck as I scooted forward in his lap so that our chests were pressed together and his member was warm against my abdomen.

My hands moved down his arms, curving around his biceps to grasp them firmly, to truly feel the strength beneath my hands, before moving down along his muscled forearms to his balled fists. I rubbed over those talented hands with my fingers, calming them until he finally released the sheets. Pulling his hands up, I placed them onto my hips and held them firmly in place there.

"Do not move," I whispered in his ear, allowing him to touch but nothing else. I knew he needed it, because if these roles were reversed I wouldn't have been able to go more than a few moments without feeling his warm skin beneath my palms. He nodded against my shoulder, and so I continued my explorations, moving my hands to his shoulder blades.

I traced his shapely back, my fingers following the length of his spine and curving over each vertebra they passed, counting each one until I finally reached the very top of his perfect ass. I trailed my hand over it and squeezed, giggling when Edward moaned loudly in my ear and his fingers dug into my hips. Who would have thought this would be one of Edward's triggers? Maybe it was just my slow torture.

I pulled my hands back up toward his shoulders, slipping over the strong curves and beginning to trace each and every defined muscle of his chest. When I reached his sternum, I took extra care to place my hand perfectly over his heart, feeling it beating furiously against my palm. Edward was now laying on his back again, and every so often his hands would twitch on my hips. I knew he was trying to hard to focus on not moving while I touched him, and I loved him all the more for letting me have this the way I wanted it.

I circle my fingers around his nipples, curious about his reaction as I felt them pebble the way mine did. Interesting...

I traced each and every pack of muscles that resided on his abdomen. Good lord, his abs were so hard, defined, perfect. I traced around the square-like bundles of muscles, loving the way they twitched as I explored.

I knew Edward couldn't hold out much longer, so I decided to skip tracing his legs. Surely he would allow me this another time, allow me to finish my explorations another day. I had memorized so much of his tonight, yet his body was likely the only physical thing or being that I wanted to memorize over and over again. I was sure that I would something new every time, the way I always learned another thing about him whenever I really picked brain.

I placed my hands on the pillow on either side of his head. I pressed a kiss to his forehead before capturing his lips in a solid kiss. He groaned, and once again his hands were tight on my boney hips. I pulled my lips from his and kissed his adams apple, then each side of his neck. My lips kissed his sternum before my nose began to trace the same patterns on his chest that my hands had. And soon my lips took the same path, leaving warm, wet kisses in their wake. Edward began panting breathlessly and muttering that I would be the death of him.

There are worse ways to go... I thought.

Finally, my fingers traced the V at his hips, my lips following down the light patch of hair which pointed to the eighth wonder of the world.

"Bella..." he protested feebly, but I responded by gently grabbing his hard dick in my hand, realizing it was so much warmer than the rest of his body. He groaned and released my hips now that I had scooted back too far for him to hold them any longer. Instead, they took purchase on my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing my skin reverently.

I memorized the surface of his member, from the very base to the bulbous head. I memorized the width, the thickness, how impossible it was to even fit my hand around the shaft. I memorized how long it was, and what it felt like as it twitched in my hand and grew even larger, if that were even possible. I memorized the feeling of the sac below it, softer and warm, as Edward moaned and groaned and cussed more loudly with each questing stroke.

Finally, I grabbed him more firmly and began to pump him, spreading the precum that leaked from the tip. I was out of my realm of knowledge and experience now, that was for sure. It didn't matter how much coaching I'd gotten from Rose and the exciting little tricks Alice had tossed in when she could imagine it wasn't her brother I'd be performing these acts with. I swirled my thumb over his head, earning a loud, "Oh, fuck...that...shit Bella..." and a hard tug on my shoulders, as though he wanted me to move up his body.

I knew exactly what he wanted to do, but I refused. I knew what I wanted to do, and, dammit, I would do it.

"Bella, please. Let me...oh crap...lemme fin-finish this...fin...the right...god, Bella...way," he pleaded.

Without a second thought, I took him into my mouth, and suddenly his loving, soft hadns left my shoulders and gripped my wild hair, crying out my name like it was the only word he knew and the last he'd ever say.

I knew he was so close to the edge, and so I skipped most every trick I knew, immediately pulling him deep into my throat after bobbing my head just a few times with his hands guiding me. I gagged a bit, but was absolutely satisfied when he cried out even louder than he had before and his salty cum shot down my throat almost violently. He held me tightly in place, panting loudly and moaning and groaning. His body was shaking, his hips bucking just slightly - clearly holding back from thrusting furiously into my mouth. I could feel the sweat on his body, smell the salty musk that I loved so much.

I slowly pulled my mouth off from him, making sure he was completely clean, and then his arms pulled my body up so quickly I felt dizzy for just a moment. He crushed me to his chest though, still shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm and panting loudly into my ear.

"God...oh, god, I love you...only you...love you...so much...thank you, thank you...perfect..." Edward kept muttering crazily toward me as he squeezed me in a crushing hug. Finally, when his chest wasn't moving quite so rapidly with his breathing, he crashed his lips with mine.

The kiss was loving and passionate and sweet, but quickly developed to teeth and tongue and fevered breaths. And Edward continued whispering his words over and over again until his movements were slower and his body seemed heavy. Clearly, he was tired.

I rubbed my hand over his sticky cheek as I moved off of him and settled into his side, rubbing my thumb over the perfect cheek bone and the straight nose. "Sleep, my love," I requested of him, resting my head on his shoulder as his arms tucked me closer into him. He didn't respond, but he didn't need to. His breathing had evened and I could hear the light, lulling snore that was always present in his sleep when he was utterly exhausted.

I felt my own eyelids becoming heavier, and just as they seemed to weigh a ton, I moved my hand over his heart, letting it beat once again against my palm. I gave into my slumber, knowing that the active sign of life working beneath my palm belonged to me for now, and I thanked whatever deities out there had blessed me with such love, luck, and beauty. Whoever it was that had allowed me a gift so precious as this amazing experience, Thank you.