Leon: To answer your questions: 1) yes, obviously she went back and got the necklace. That's how she had it. 2) we aren't sure how long the story will last "time-wise," but as our outline shows right now, it's only some odd months, possibly a year or two depending on how far we spread it out. I'm not sure we're looking at a sequel either, but only time can tell. 3) it'll all "get better" when the time is right… like this chapter.

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Chapter 29

BPOV

I opened my eyes and yawned, everything still very fuzzy from all the crap and moisture stuck in my eyes. I stretched out, my legs pushing the blanket down and my arms… hitting something?

My vision began to clear and I realized, this was not my room. I sat up quickly and glanced around.

I was in Edward's room. Noticing a shallow breathing to my side, I slowly turned to the person, praying I hadn't done something stupid. I was already in Edward's house for some reason, God forbid I had brought someone back here to mess around with in my state.

Then my breath hitched, my lungs burning as I stopped exhaling altogether. I wiped my eyes, willing them to remove me from this… this… I didn't know what to think of it.

Edward was lounging on his side right next to me, his arm draped over my waist still. His touch was so warm, so fulfilling. I felt tears brim my eyes. I looked down at my clothes: tank top and Edward's boxers. I heard the beat of muffled music coming from downstairs.

Oh shit, was it all a dream? Those gaps and getting high, of rocking my life out to the fullest, weren't real? Because this was the fucking day after the party… if Nessie hadn't shown up… we feel asleep…

I looked at him, taking in every detail. His messy hair mussed across his forehead, sticking out in every which direction. His cheeks were slightly flushed--not blushing, just that adorable pink tinge. His lips were parted slightly, and the tip of his tongue was sticking out just a bit.

I smiled, reaching out with my hand to touch his cheek. Caressing it, I smiled as he subconsciously moved his face inward, as if trying to get even closer. I let out a giggle and noticed his lips twitch in a slight smile.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice drowsy, as his arm tightened around my waist. He twisted his body, taking me with him until I was laying on top of him. His eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still even, as I laid on him.

"Uh, hi," I replied, still confused. I had the craziest dream…

He opened his eyes slightly and caught my odd look. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged, or tried to, as I wrapped my arms as far I could around his chest, snuggling against it. He let out a chuckle and put his free hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth.

"Someone's in a good mood," he laughed, closing his eyes again and humming as he continued to massage me.

"Just a bit now. Though, I had a crap nightmare last night…" I trailed off, averting my gaze as Edward's eyes popped open and his brows puckered together.

"What about?" he asked, sitting and pulling me along. We adjusted so he was sitting against the headboard and I was straddling him. It just clicked that he was sleeping in his boxers, and that I wasn't dressed all too well either.

"Nothing," I diverted, tracing a circle on his firm chest, watching in wonder as it tightened and relaxed under my touch. He pursed his lips, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze sharpen. I had to look away before he caught me in that stare or I would be forced into telling him my ridiculous thoughts.

"Come on, Isabella," he murmured as he pushed himself off the headrest and placed a kiss on my lips. I titled my head up to meet his lips better; asshole knew that I couldn't resist. And the full name? That was low blow.

"Really, I don't want to talk about it," I whispered against his lips after we broke apart. While I was panting for breath, he was in total control, his lips moving from mine to my cheek, down my jaw line, to my neck. He nibbled a little, finding a spot that sent shivers through my body.

"Please?" he purred against my skin. If I wasn't so turned on, I would have sighed. Instead, I let out a little mewl. 'Well, that was a new sound.'

"Uh, uh, uh," I stammered out as he continued to kiss my skin. Sucking, nibbling, kissing, sucking, nibbling, kissing… 'Oh God.'

"Don't make me ask again, Isabella."

Shit. Hot damn.

"Now."

Fuck. Me.

I pushed away and licked my lips at the sight of him. He looked like sex, sitting there all gorgeous-like. If someone said I was just eye-fucking him, it would have been an understatement. I was eye-raping him.

That was probably why I had the dream--some punishment for getting my hands on the most amazing, brilliant, beautiful idiot in the world.

I cupped his cheeks as he narrowed his eyes on me, pushing them up to make him smile. He resisted at first but gave in, grinning widely as he pulled me into a hug. I gladly accepted it, pushing myself as close as humanly possible. Edward kissed me hair as he placed his hands on my hips.

"You know you can trust me, Bella," he spoke into my hair, his voice muffled but still sexy as hell. I nodded weakly as I pushed away, looking at the wall as I thought of how to explain my dream. I didn't want to tell him about it. It was stupid, made me look needy… even though I was.

I groaned as he grabbed my chin and made me look at him, smiling that damn crooked smile of his. I sighed and closed my eyes, retelling the dream--how he slept with Nessie, broke my heart, left me behind, how I went wild and crazy…

And then he laughed.

And laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

"It's not funny!" I yelled, smacking his shoulder. He started to calm down, but I shifted away and tried to stand up. He caught my wrist and pulled me back to him. I nestled my head under his chin so I wouldn't have to look at him. His chest was still rumbling as his hands laced behind me tightly.

"Au contraire, it was very funny. I don't think you should drink anymore, Bella," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and titled my head, kissing his Adam's apple. He let out a soft moan before flipping us over.

"E-Edward!" I laughed as he started to pepper me with kisses, this time not so aggressively. They were more calm, more sweet, more loving.

"Yeah?" he said in between two of the kisses. I grabbed a hold of his face again.

"S-stop!" I stuttered out as his kissed down my arms, tickling me. Damn being ticklish!

"Hrm?" He stopped and hovered above me, a smile on his lips. I slowly stopped laughing, catching my breath, and smiled back. He leaned down, giving me one more kiss on the lips, deepening it this time. I returned it happily, my hands grabbing his hair and pulling. We broke apart again, our pants and laughs echoing as we smiled at each other.

"Bella, I want you to know something," he said after a few minutes. I cocked an eyebrow; his face had become very serious. He sat back, and I followed.

"Look, we both know that… I've got baggage, that I've been with a lot of girls, that I sleep around…" he trailed off and looked at me expectantly. Of course I knew that. He didn't honestly expect me to care at this point, did he? It wasn't like I was innocent myself.

"Yeah… and…?" I prompted, sitting on knees and taking his hand in mine, rubbing his knuckles with my fingers. He smiled in return.

"Basically… all right, we all know I'm an ass, but I promise you I don't need to sleep around. I've got you now and that's enough. I already told you I love you, Bella, and I mean that," he finished with a bit of hesitation, as if afraid I wouldn't believe him. Screw that, I was almost in fucking tears.

"Edward!" I giggled, pouncing him and knocking both of us off the bed. He grunted in surprise, but began to laugh as I kissed him. Could today get any better? I didn't think so.

"Hey, let's go take a shower."

'Wow, world. When you want to prove me wrong, you do a hell of a good job!'

"Together?" I asked, suddenly a bit self-conscious. What if he said no?

"Uh… yeah?" Now he was cocking his eyebrow, looking at me strangely. I let out another giggle and nodded. He snaked an arm under my knees and the other around my shoulder before heaving us off the floor. I squealed as he bounced up and down, laughing as he ran into his bathroom.

"Edward! Careful!" I snorted out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Bella, I'd never drop you. You're clumsy enough by yourself," he smiled as he set me down gently. I smiled back as he turned and entered the shower. Spinning the tap, he set it to hot and turned back. I immediately began to blush as I thought of what would happen next.

He lifted his hand and motioned with his finger for me to walk to him. I slowly stepped forward and he closed the rest of the distance. His hands expertly lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me bare to him. He chuckled at the sight of my boobs and I looked away.

"Bella, don't look away," he ordered, grabbing hold of my chin and making me gaze into his eyes. They were blazing, emotional, strong. They dropped slowly and took in my naked top. He leaned down and kissed my neck, sending shivers through my body. "You have the most amazing breasts I've ever seen," he groaned into my skin, his lips heading south to them.

"U-uh, Edward, don't lie!" I tried to step back but he held me close and continued to kiss lower and lower, coming to the valley between my breasts.

"I'm not." His tongue made its way between them, going down instead of up as most guys would have tried.

Screw it, no guy would even think of any of that. Edward Cullen knew what he was doing.

"Oh God, Edward," I moaned out as his tongue found my nipple, circling it slowly. His free hand made its way over to my other boob and gently kneaded it before groping more roughly, finally grabbing hold of the small bud and twisting. He looked up at me under those thick lashes and latched my nipple between his teeth. I gasped, the pain and pleasure intense. And damn, he had barely done anything.

I closed my eyes as he began to suck and twirl his tongue around me, softly, then more rough, then back to soft. And then it was gone.

I heard myself whimper as I opened my eyes and glared at Edward. He was smiling smugly and shook his head. "Come on, let's finish our shower," he said with a sly grin as his fingers tore at the boxers I was wearing, ripping them apart. If I wasn't blushing before, I had turned into a tomato by now.

"Bella, don't be embarrassed," he cooed in my ear as he pulled me into a hug. I could tell he was trying to make me as comfortable as possible, but it was hard. He had been with so many girls, and he looked like… that; and I looked like… this. It wasn't fair.

"Edward, you aren't going to take a shower in your boxers, are you?" I could feel my face redden and heat up at the thought of bathing together.

"No, I'm not," he chuckled, his arms dropping from behind my back, and I heard the silent plop of his boxers as they fell to the floor.

'All right, Bella. Game time. The show is on. You can do this. Sexy, think sexy. You are the girl. Edward Cullen wants you. Sex Goddess Bella, it's time to wake up. Any minute now…'

Edward slowly stepped back and my eyes raked over his form. Damn, wasn't there some rule that said perfection was never to be achieved? Then again, when did Edward Cullen follow the rules?

'Oh, shit… Sex Goddess Bella, calling Sex Goddess Bella, come to the room now or we are in trouble!'

There he stood in magnificent glory. Even flaccid, his cock was damn impressive and aided in the ache I was beginning to feel between my legs. I took it all in, every nook and cranny on his body. The musculature of his arms, his chest, his stomach. The lithe and thick stalks of his thighs and calves. The calluses on his long and slender fingers, coupled with his large hands. The way his smiled inched up more on one side than the other. The array of sex hair that was ever constant. And his eyes. Oh good lord, his eyes. They were so deep and passionate, and I knew I was staring too long, but I didn't give a second shit.

Edward took a step toward me, reaching out a hand and grabbing hold of mine. He pulled me gently to him and embraced me again. I relished in the warmth and firmness that his body provided as I wrapped my arms around him too. This is exactly where I wanted to be. It was sweet, it was tender, it was what I knew Edward could be.

"Are you ready?" he asked after a couple of minutes, the steam filling the room and warming us further. I couldn't help but wonder if I should read into what he said as he lifted me, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist, and walked us both into the heat.

I groaned at the brilliant feeling of Edward's skin against mine, the water intensifying the ardor.

"Can I wash you?"

'Baby, you can do whatever you want.'

"Sure," I squeaked. Smooth, Bella, smooth.

Edward just set me on my feet and chuckled, his hands reaching out for a bottle of his shampoo. Pouring a generous amount, he brought his hands up to my head and began to massage my scalp with his strong hands. I dropped my head and allowed him his fingers to stroke deep into my skull. When my eyes focused, I realized I was staring right at his junk, the water flowing over it. I suppressed a giggle and held my hand back, the temptation to grab hold of his giant man meat too strong at the moment. Just as I was about to cave, Edward was tipping my head back and letting the water run over it, removing all the grim from the previous day. I sighed in contentment and frustration--it felt nice as hell, but I wanted me some action.

Good thing we were in the shower, I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life.

He repeated the massage with the conditioner before fishing out his body wash. He squirted a bit onto a cloth and began to scrub my body with it slickly. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once--gliding up and down my arms and sides, then around to my back and neck, and then to my torso and breasts--a place he spent an incredibly amount of time, to make sure they were clean, I was sure. The pressure he applied as he grabbed hold of them was incredibly, my back arching toward him as he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples teasingly.

Then he finally descended and began to wash up from my feet. The sight of Edward kneeling, his eyes at cooch-level and not deviating from my pussy, even as he continued to wash me, was almost enough to make me pass out. My knees shaking was probably sign of that.

Edward spun me around quickly, and my knees buckled, but he kept me up by my waist. Shit was he strong.

And then his hands were cleaning and rubbing my ass.

I was getting an ass massage by Edward fucking Cullen.

Ass. Massage. Edward. Cullen.

Fuuuuuck

"Does it feel good?" he asked, bemused. 'Shit, I must have said that a loud.'

"Perfect," I stuttered, knowing I sounded like a little kid. 'Shit, really, Bella?'

Once again, I was spun around after Edward rinsed my ass off. There was only one placed he hadn't cleaned yet… and I was somewhat happy to see that he didn't have any feminine wash sitting around. That would have been awkward…

But I had more pressing issues now.

Like Edward's returning gaze. On my lady bits.

I would have giggled.

But then he pulled me to him, and his eyes were straight set on my vagoo.

Oh shit.

"U-uh, Edward," more stuttering. But he didn't seem to hear me as his head titled up and his eyes met mine. He stood slowly, until he was towering over me. More shivering, but it wasn't from cold or fear. I had never been so turned on in my life.

Edward watching me, touching me, wanting me… 'while he was standing there, looking like sex on a stick? Sign me up!'

He seemed to think the same as he dipped low and crashed his lips into mine. I gave in completely, my body limping as his arms found their way to my waist again. I lifted my legs and wrapped them over his hips. I could feel something big get even bigger under me. I broke from the kiss and looked under me.

Holy shit!

Not only was Edward Cullen a shower, he was a fucking grower too! I was almost afraid it wouldn't fit.

A little grind against my ass from big Edward knocked all thoughts out of me, though, and his lips once again crashed against mine as he sat down on the bench in the shower.

His hands were moving again, up my sides and to my face, pulling me closer to him. I bucked my hips against his, groaning at the fiction the length of his thick rod provided between my legs and against my asscrack.

Quicker than I could imagine, Edward had jumped to his feet, shut off the water, and ran back to his room with my still latched onto him. I squealed against his chest, laughing along with him as he jumped on the bed. I laid under him as his eyes washed over me, now doing a bit of his own ogling. That was alright--I didn't know what he saw, but if he wasn't going to complain, I wouldn't bring it up. I was too happy right now.

"Bella, you are the most fucking gorgeous, beautiful, brilliant seductress I've ever laid my eyes on," he growled as he dipped down and began kissing my neck. I titled my head to the side and back, giving him more access. "I stood no chance against you."

I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to me, looking at the longing in his eyes. He wanted this. He wanted me.

"Edward, shut up and make me feel loved," I panted out, the emotion too thick in the room.

"Oh Bella," he chuckled as he began to shimmy down, his face meeting my boobs again. "You are going to feel so loved, you won't know how to handle it," his voice had a dark overtone and my breathing hitched, my body richening in the wonderful need and ache that his presence caused me.

Once again, his mouth trapped one nipple while one hand began to twirl and twist the other. My back arched, pressing my body against his. His free hand slowly inched toward my lower parts, and I moaned as his fingers brushed past the outer lips. He began to skim around the edges, teasing me, making me want it even more--but that was impossible. I couldn't want him anymore than I already did.

His middle finger began to slowly enter and the ache subsided, replaced by the desire, the need of having inside me.

"God yes, Edward, please, just do it!" I yelled as I thrust my hips up, pushing his long finger inside me.

"Shit, so wet," he hissed as he plunged two more fingers in there quickly, not bothering to ease into me anymore. My body stiffened before relaxing as he removed them and forced them back in. In and out, in and out, his powerful fingers twisted and twirled, hitting spots most guys couldn't reach with their cocks. His fucking fingers were better than most lays!

He continued his strokes as his lips met every inch of my breasts, kissing, sucking, nibbling, biting--they never left my skin for more than a second. His other hand began to rub my clit softly, the bundle of nerves stinging slightly from the stimulation--but the sweet sting was just what I needed.

"Edward, shit, Edward, I fucking love you, fuck!" I screamed as my walls began to clench around his fingers as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. My body shook as my orgasm took over. My vision went fuzzy as Edward's fingers exited it my sensitive spot and he began his deep kisses on my flesh again.

"You," kiss, "have the," kiss, "fucking hottest," kiss, "orgasm face," kiss.

I let out a weak laugh as his lips lowered to my neck… and then my chest… and then my stomach… 'and holy shit, he's not stopping!'

"Bella," he began as he licked the side of my thigh, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Shit!

"God, Edward!" I fisted the sheets as he licked the other thigh.

"Even your fucking juices are the sweetest things I've ever tasted. I'm never going to get tired of pleasing you," he whispered into my cooch before leaning forward and kissing my clit softly--then he grabbed it between his lips and sucked hard.

"FUCK!" I screeched as his teeth slightly bit it. He stopped immediately and the ache was back, the need to have him pleasuring me. He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out all the way as I watched his face, it reaching down to his chin. I trembled at the sight. He dipped down and started from the bottom of my vagina, never entering, only moving up ridiculously leisurely. I groaned as my eyes once again rolled back into my head, bucking my hips and want more. His tongue ended on my clit, gyrating around it but not quite touching. I rolled my hips along with his tongue, hoping to gain the delicious chafing his rough buds provided, but he noticed and moved along with me.

Bastard.

"EDWARD!" I screeched and glared, and that was all it took. The next second, he was fucking me with his tongue and I felt my insides burst instantly. But he didn't stop, even with my body shaking from the intense release--he continued to whip his tongue in and out, to the sides, twisting it in ways that made me think he had to be some unearthly creature from the intense pleasure.

And then his fingers entered too. His lips found my clit and began to suck away like I was a lollipop, his fingers jamming back into me tenderly, but roughly at the same time. And just like that, I had another orgasm after such a short time with Edward. I could get used to this.

"Delicious," he muttered into my pussy as he kissed and licked up after me. 'And clean--I like that, now do it again.'

"Oh my God, Edward… I can't feel my legs anymore…" I weakly laughed as he came back to my side and started kissing my neck and face, showering me in affection. I pushed him off me, and he returned his eyes to mine, but there was a hint of worry.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned, his hand caressing my cheek. I almost smacked him for asking me such a stupid question.

"Fuck yeah!" I yelled instead, laughing as he cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

"Then what's wrong?" he asked, again concerned. Damn it, no. I didn't want concern, I wanted sex!

"You need to do me," I insisted clearly and surely. I wanted this, I wanted him, I wanted it now.

"Is that all?" he said as he brought his lips to mine, and I could feel him smile as he kissed me. His body was once again hovering over mine, and I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.

"Sweet lord," I groaned as the head on his cock teased the hole. Fuck. Yes.

'That's mine now, bitches.'

"Bella, look at me," he stated, moving my chin so I was staring straight into his eyes. He dropped his hand and found mine. "Bella, squeeze when it starts to hurt."

I nodded, bracing myself--fuck the pain, I'd die from the pleasure.

Just as he entered, I forced my body to relax, to take him in. His body followed his dick, his back bending slowly. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss as he continued to push further and further, my crotch spreading apart like it never had before. I did as he told me and squeezed tightly on his hand. My other hand found his back and clawed at it.

He entered me slowly, allowing me to adjust to the size of his giant cock often. I moaned and groaned and fucking thanked God for this brilliant, sweltering pain. It was so worth it as he claimed me, made me his, made himself mine.

And just as he fully sheathed himself in me, he stilled and looked into my eyes. I looked back, taking in the burning passion and love I saw, wanted, needed, craved, felt.

"Edward," I whispered out, and he mimicked, whispering "Bella."

And then he began to slowly withdraw, and I felt empty, wanting him more. "Please," I whimpered, my eyes pleading him to continue.

He shifted his hips, widening my thighs and pushing back in slowly, lovingly. He was pacing himself, I could tell. Making this easy on me, this was all for me.

"I fucking love you, Bella," he whispered, leaning down and taking my lips in his, his tongue teasing the edges and forcing their way in. We fought for dominance as he continued to thrust, his pelvis hitting my clit and my back arching so that my breasts rubbed against his hard chest. My hands found his back again, rubbing the strong muscles and scratching as he hit my cervix.

"Edward," I mumbled into his ear.

"Hmm?" he mumbled back, and I could hear the strain as he tried not to pound into me. But I didn't want that. I wanted him to have me any way he wanted, to keep him happy and wanting more.

"Harder. Fuck. Me. Harder," I whispered before biting down on his ear and grazing my teeth on it.

"Oh God," and then he pulled out almost the entire way. I sniveled, the empty feeling back again and the pain returning, before he pounded into me. And pounded and pounded and pounded, his beautiful cock filling me up and hitting spots that were so far deep, no man could ever dream of touching them.

But Edward Cullen wasn't just any man. He was Edward fucking Cullen, God of Sex and Love and making me feel all types of wanted, horny, passionate, loved.

"Yes! Fucking yes!" I yelled as he grunted and forced himself deeper. I looked down to see him enter and exit me with such strength and power, all the nerves except those in my vagina shutting off as my body gave itself to him with no resistance. He pounded harder and harder, and I could feel that building pressure in my gut, signaling yet another release, but I tried to hold out for as long as I could.

"Bella, fucking do it, Bella. Cum on my cock, cum for me," Edward groaned as he bit into my shoulder. My body couldn't handle anymore and I felt the shakes once more, my pants mixing with my groans as Edward continued to thrust hard into me.

And I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want this to ever stop.

I wanted to feel loved. I wanted to feel desired. I wanted to feel his, in any way and form, including the most sweet of sins and wishes.

But I didn't.

And I awoke with a cry, tears already falling down my face. The ache between my legs was gone. Instead, I felt the ache in my chest.

I turned to the clock on the wall, seeing that it was still 4 in the morning. I rolled over on my bed and clutched at the blankets as if they would protect me. I wrapped myself tightly with them and covered my head with one of the spare pillows.

And for the next three hours, I cried and cried, knowing that I would never feel wanted or loved like that.


Leon McFrenchington: Okay, seriously, this is one of those stories where I write the chapter, say "omg wtf I h8 mislf dis es totes crap," publish it, and then start to like it later. Even though it's still crap later. I honestly don't know. Actually, I do that with all my stories and never like the chapters. Oh well.

Well, there's your smut. It's not very smutty--but, really, her emotions are more aimed on the sweet and loving side, rather than the animalistic sex she'll have with Edward later (wait, did I say that? I must be lying!). I'm sure most of you saw that ending, I just needed to write this now and get it out there. Sorry. Hope you all at least enjoyed it. This was mainly to show you a contrast when you see how Bella acts around everyone else. Now, I'm going to be on a bit of an FA-break for a while--the next couple of chapters are Grey's and they are great.

As always, I ask you wonderful readers to head on over to my account and check out my stories. I just started a new one that is jam-packed with sexual innuendos, co-written by Nikkipedia: 'Positive, Negative, Not So Sure.' I started with chapter 8 and every review thus far has praised my ability to make everything dirty. Please make me feel like a pervert and review it too. I promise it's good.

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Grey-eyed-blonde: ... one of the many reasons I absolutely LOVE Leon. Need I say more? No, I needn't. So there's your smut fill for a few chapters. On a side note, if any of you were following "me" on Twilighted dot net, that wasn't the real Grey Eyed Blonde. She was a fake, and somehow managed to get away with copying and pasting the chapters from here onto Twilighted. She also said I owned a pink dildo in one of her A/N's. With Leon's writing I need no such device. This fraud, who we refer to as grey eyed bitch, has hopefully been dealt with. Thanks guys for reading the real grey-eyed-blonde/leon collaboration, and I'll try and update as soon as possible. Check out Leon's other stuff in the meantime, it's fuckin amazing. Seriously. I read that shit over and over.