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That we want more?

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BPOV

Edward's alarm went off what felt like 10 minutes later and I groaned as I reached over him to slap it. I stretched my arms out before flopping back on his chest. I felt him stir and vibrations of laughter rumbled through his body. "What time did we set the thing for?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Five I think. Just in case your mom got home early from work." He grunted, gripping me tighter against him. "And we absolutely have to go down there?" I nodded against him, sighing. "Unless you'd rather your parents found me naked in your bed, like this."

He laughed, still sounding tired. "Then we could go to Arkansas. For real." I laughed, and shook my head against his chest. "What's with you and Arkansas? Do you have a secret love for the Clinton family or something?"

His grip tightened around me as he pulled me closer to him, my breasts smashed against his chest. "We could buy a cabin in the woods so I could fuck you as hard as I want and make you scream." I adjusted my body so I was hovering over him, my face inches from his with a smile plastered on my lips. "You already make me scream baby."

"Yeah, but not loud enough to make the earth move," He sighed dramatically as he turned to look out the window peering out into the gray abyss that was Forks. "I feel like the acoustics aren't right in this town..."

"Maybe for winter break we could go somewhere, and you could test your seismic fucking skills."

"Definitely. Where to, love?"

I shrugged and sat up, leaning against his headboard, pulling the sheets up around my body. "Wherever." I paused briefly remembering Esme mentioning something about a Christmas vacation. "Fuck, I think you're parents are planning a vacation for our time off already."

He snuggled into my side, clutching me tighter as I felt him frown into my skin. "No."

"Mhm." I said, nodding. "I remember Esme asking me about it. Somewhere warm I think she said. Caribbean? South America? The fuck was it..." I replied, biting my lip and trying to remember the conversation.

"Bella," Edward started, turning to push his face into my stomach mumbling, "I don't think you understand. We can't go with them. If we do, we'll never be alone. It'll be like fucking... fucking... jail. It'll be me and my dad, or you and my dad. Never just you and me. It'll be like we're six again."

I sighed. "Edward, what do you expect us to do? Never go on vacation with your parents? For all intents and purposes I'm their daughternow."

"Ew."

"I'm just saying... my parents gave me to yours. I can't really be like, 'I appreciate you taking me in instead of casting me aside like you should have probably done, but I'm gonna have to turn down your offer to bond like a real family.' " He just wasn't getting it, I had to start treating whoever my newparents were better to make up for the shit daughter I'd been to my own when they were alive.

He looked up at me, seemingly confused. "Why would they cast you aside?" His face fell as realization hit. "Oh."

"Because my parents died Edward. Newsflash." I snipped. I really didn't like feeling like he was making me choose him or his parents.

"That's not what I meant, and if they cast you aside because yours died, they would be shit heads." He leaned in closer, his brows knitting together. "What's wrong? What aren't you telling me?"

I furrowed my brows. "What? Nothing. I just owe a lot to your parents and if all they need from me is to spend a family vacay not humping their son in their line of sight, it's the least I can do." I took a heavy breath and ran my fingers through his hair. "Plus they'll let us be alone; maybe not share a room again, but I doubt they'll handcuff us to them and force us to only do activities with them present."

"Dude, if you're wrong... bad things. That's all I have to say. Bad things."

I laughed against him and pressed my lips into his hair. "Plus, maybe it'd do me some good to not have the chance to jump you every five seconds."

"But I'm just getting into it. And now you're cutting me off?" He pouted, like a frustrated child.

I shook with laughter and shook my head. "Never baby. I'll never tell you no."

His voice was calm and serious as he added, "You're laughing at my pain."

"Edward look at me." I replied sternly. He turned his head towards me and lifted his head. I crashed my lips against his and felt him move over me, pinning me between him and the bed. I pushed my head against the wood board, pulling my mouth from his. "Edward, I'm not laughing at you. I'm telling you, I will never say no to you when you want to be inside me." I whispered gravely as I slid one of my hands down his body and wrapped it around his semi-hard shaft. He pushed his forehead into my shoulder, letting out a breath as I began to pump him slowly.

"If I asked now what would you say?" He breathed.

"No." I replied, biting back a giggle.

"But you just said--"

My lips silenced him as my tongue pried his mouth open and slid lazily against his own. I bent my knees up so he fit between them perfectly. His hands skimmed down my sides gripping my hips as he angled himself in front of me. My hand was still pumping against him and I gave him a firm squeeze, loving how it felt when he moaned into my mouth. I groaned against him, as I rubbed his tip up and down my slit.

"Fuck," he breathed panting against my lips. "I'll never understand how you can be so wet for me all the time."

I smiled and nodded. "Always for you."

I guided his cock between my folds and he kissed me hungrily as he slid inside, filling me to the hilt and stretching me completely. We both groaned at the sensation and he stilled for a moment before slowly rocking in and out of me. The position I was in, half sitting against his bed, was allowing him to hit new angles and I loved every fucking minute of it. He picked up the pace quickly as I muffled my moans by biting into his shoulder and clawing at his back.

"Baby, you're already twitching." He breathed out, sucking on my collar bone. My hips began meeting each of his thrusts roughly.

"Harder" I moaned into his ear. "Edward fuck me so hard I scream." I begged.

He growled against the column of my neck and began thrusting in me wildly. He slowed abruptly and and scooted us down on the bed so I was flat against the mattress, his hands reaching for mine and pinning my wrists above me with one hand. His other hand dug into my hip, squeezing it tightly as he picked up the pace again. I arched my hips, meeting his thrusts once more. I bit my lip, looking up into his dark green eyes that showed nothing but determination. He smashed his lips against mine as he thrust harder and harder into me. I moaned into his mouth and felt him speed up. His hand that was holding my arms in place squeezed, gripping them harder as his mouth moved to assault my neck with his teeth.

"Cum Bella. Cum all over my dick. Milk my cock." He demanded hoarsly into my ear. I mewed and he bit down hard against my neck as his hand moved quickly from my hip to between our bodies; his thumb beginning to rub frantic circles against my clit.

"Seriously Bella. I need you to squeeze my cock. I want to bury myself inside you and give you every drop of my cum but I need you to milk me. Give yourself to me." He growled. I threw my head back, feeling his teeth sink into me once more and I swear I saw stars as my orgasm bursted around him.

"OHHHH FUCCCCCK EDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDWARRRRD!" I screamed loudly as my orgasm shook my body with its intensity. "SHIT SHIIIIT BELLLLLLLLLLLLA" He groaned into the curve of my neck as I felt him spill into me. Once his initial load shot off deep inside me, he began rocking his hips, letting my pussy which I could still feel pulsating, milk him completely dry. He rolled off me slowly, throwing his arm over his chest.

"Holy shit."

I laughed quietly and nodded. "No kidding." He turned his head looking towards me, and pulled me against him, kissing my forehead. "I hope your mom's not home yet." I replied, smirking.

"Even if she's a mile away, I'm pretty sure she heard you say my name." He stated, beaming.

"Pretty proud of yourself, aren't you skipper?"

"Actually, yeah. I kinda fucking am. I love making you cum - especially when it gets you to yelp my name like that."

"I didn't yelp."

"Oh right," he said chucking. "You screamed at the top of your lungs. Sorry for misspeaking." He continued, his lips spread in a Cheshire grin. I rolled my eyes and sat up. "I'm gonna go take a shower, so I don't smell like sex when I see your parents." I replied not waiting for a response before grabbing my clothes and peeking both ways as I scurried across the hall to the bathroom.

I showered quickly, and walked back over to his room where Edward had gotten dressed and was brushing Mr. Smith. "My mom's home." He said, not looking up. "She said dinner will be ready in about an hour and we should head downstairs to talk about things before then." He continued, sounding a little broken. I sank down onto the bed beside him. "Edward it's gonna be fine. Even if they don't let me come back, we'll still be together; that's not going to change just because I'm not across the hall anymore." Who was this girl? And what the hell happened to the one that was petrified of people knowing for fear of just that happening? Oh right, she fell in love with Edward.

His voice dropped to barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Bella, I can't listen to them say no when I just got my shit right." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't let that happen."

I grabbed one of his hands wrapping it between both of mine. "What are they gonna say no to? Us? They can't; we're together. They don't get to make that decision."

"I hope so."

I looked at him seriously. "No Edward... no. They don't get to make that decision for us. Whether or not we are together is between you and I. And if I have to be the one to break it to them, then I will. Because this, you... it means everything to me." My voice dropped significantly in volume as I looked at our entwined fingers. "You mean everything to me."

EPOV

I pulled Bella into my lap, and Mr. Smith curled up on hers. "It's just easier to be you and me when there isn't any distance between us. I don't want anything to change because I have to go farther to get to you."

Bella rested her head on my shoulder. "Nothing's going to change aside from where we sleep. Now it'll just be at Alice's or whatever, instead of here."

"That's the other thing-- where the hell are you going to go? If anything, it should be me."

"Um, no? Edward this is yourhome; not mine. My home is still covered in caution tape and is completely abandoned."

I sighed into her hair, squeezing her tighter to my chest. "Bella, like you said before: Carlisle and Esme are the only parents you have now, and you've been through something... something I wish I could take from you but I can't. Baby, your whole world can't change like that ever again. I won't let it." And I wouldn't. I would walk out the door before I let her.

"It's fine Edward. Your parents are never going to be my parents, not as much as I wish they could be, or as much as they wish they could fill in. Your mom will never be as hippy-ish as my mom and your dad will never be as stoic and tight-lipped as Charlie. It doesn't matter where I live anymore because I'm never going to have a real home again." She said, looking a little lost.

That shit fucking broke me. "Not ever?"

Bella shook her head, "No. Edward, I lost my parents. When we have kids, ifwe ever have kids, I'm never going to have to fight with you to see who's home we go to for the holidays. We won't ever have that argument; not over birthdays or Thanksgiving or Christmas... because I have no home. I have no family to avoid or complain about being too overbearing. I don't have a mom to help me pick out what to wear to stupid dances, or how to do my hair for my wedding day. I don't have a dad to walk me down the aisle or pretend that he can protect me from all the bad in the world. I'll never be daddy's little girl again, and I'll never have a mom that is more like a friend than a role model. My parents are gone; my home's gone. And I'll never have either again."

I pulled her closer to me, and cradled her in my arms. She was still so fucking fragile. "Bella, let me be those things. Let me protect you and keep you safe, and argue with you and kiss you and love you and hold you. Let me be your home. Let me be your family. Let me... just let me love you."

Smith hopped out of her lap, and Bella came over to straddle me. Her eyes were wide and wet as she nodded slowly, cupping my face in her hands before pressing her lips to mine. I just folded her into me after that. I squeezed her tightly to my chest and just let her cry on me for a while as she processed whateverthefuck was going on in her head. I knew one thing right then: Bella wouldn't ever again feel alone like this. I wouldn't allow it. Not ever. She needed this family so much more than I ever would, and she would have them. Like I said, I would walk out that door first. After a few more minutes, I shifted underneath her and kissed the side of her head. "Baby, we should get down stairs."

Bella nodded against me, then pulled her face from my neck. "Okay."

I leaned down, looking into her eyes and wiping away her tears. "It's you and me, okay? Remember?"

She nodded, "I know." She took a few deep breaths before she spoke again, "Edward?"

"What's up, baby?" I murmured, trying to gently rub the redness off of her cheeks.

"Thanks for not giving up on me; on us." She whispered, smiling sadly. "I love you."

I laughed a little and kissed her. "Why would I ever do that? I love you too, and in my opinion, you're the cutest when you're bat shit crazy." Fucking lie. That shit scared the crap out of me.

She sniffled, and rolled her eyes at me"No need to lie Edward. I just want you to know, you can stop worrying about me second guessing you and us. That won't ever happen again. I promise." She said, pecking me on the cheek. "So firing squad?" She asked, nodding toward the door.

"Definitely." I grabbed her hand and we started downstairs. "Baby, have you seen my cigarettes?"

"Nope. Maybe you left them in the car?"

"Damn. Maybe my dad has some..."

Bella stopped, turned to me and squeezed my hands. "It'll be fine. We'll be fine."

I laughed, and pulled her into the dining room. "I know, silly Bella."

She tensed as we saw my parents looking back at me, "Hi Mr. & Mrs. Cullen."

I squeezed Bella's hand, trying to calm her down. This shit hadn't even started yet, and she was already freezing up on me. "Good Evening, you two." My mother said, smiling warmly. "Sit."

She nodded, and we sat side by side, my hand in her lap. This wouldn't break us. I wouldn't let it. "So what's up?"

"Your mother and I have discussed all of the new... situations that have come to our attention." He turned to Bella, clearing his voice. "We tried very hard to think of what your parents would want for you and expect from us, which is why we've decided you should move--"

"No." I heard myself interrupt. I couldn't let him say it. I couldn't let him say the one thing that would tear Bella down. "If anyone's leaving this house, it's going to be me."

"That's ridiculous Edward. You're not leaving this house and we're not asking Bella to, not technically at least."

I looked between my parents, then back at Bella. "Well, whatever. I'll go. Let her stay upstairs."

I heard my mother sigh, "Sometimes you're incorrigible. I wonder where you came from." She was grinning a little. She didn't mean it.

I heard my dad clear his throat, trying to get our attention again. "As we were saying. We want Bella here just as much," He paused chuckling "Well maybe not as much as you do, but certainly quite a bit." He turned to Bella as he continued, "You're like the daughter we never had, and we've always felt that way. But we as parents can't pretend like we don't know what 17 year olds do, or at least wantto do behind closed doors and we can't allow for such temptation to be ignored. That's why we'd like for Bella to move into the guest house in the back of the property."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. The guest house was nothing. It could have been much worse. "I'll go. Let her stay upstairs." I repeated.

My mother looked at my father, but hesitated. It was he who spoke. "Now, this was where your mother and I differed. Edward, I know what it's like to be a 17 year old boy. And I worry about you... finding other means to get what you ultimately want if you were to stay back there. I feel like we can keep a better eye on you here at the house. Bella will be fine back there. Esme will help you to decorate if you'd like - anyway you'd want."

"Of course, dear. Anything you want. We can go into the city this weekend, and pick everything out. Paint, bedding, furniture--"

"And in the mean time?" I asked, squeezing my hand over Bella's in my lap.

My mother looked at the two of us, her eyes softening. "Bella will stay with the Brandon's."

I sighed, and closed my eyes. "No. If you don't want us in the house together, I'll go to Emmett's or something. She's been through enough, don't you think."

That was the first time I saw any of them falter. Even a little. "Edward... honey," My mother started, "this isn't a punishment. We're only trying to do what's best. For both of you."

"Then let her be, Mom. Let me go to Emmett's or Jasper's or whatever. Let her stay."

"I'd like to stay here, if that's okay. In the guest house, the way it is, if that's alright?" Bella said softly.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, letting my lips linger over her skin. "You can have whatever you want. I'll protect you remember?"

bella gave me a small smile, then turned back to my parents. "Is that okay?"

I watched them sigh at each other, and my mother nodded. "Yes, dear. Whatever you want." She reached over and patted Bella's shoulder. "We just want you to be comfortable. You mean the world to all of us, Bella."

She smiled brightly and nodded, "I just want a steady place to be til I graduate and then scurry off to college next Fall."

My heart fucking dropped to my knees right then. I didn't want to think about her leaving me. I didn't even want to consider the fact that we wouldn't be going together. I needed her. Fuck. "Okay... sounds okay."

"Good." My mother said, "Now that that's done with, we should eat. Food's getting cold."

We began dinner and eating and taking and shit. Unintentionally, Bella had opened a can of worms I hadn't even considered.

College.