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Well, shit.

Edward and I had sex. In an elevator. Which was now currently stuck.

Because of Edward.

Who I just had sex with.

Sex.

God.

"So, how do you propose we get out of this?" Edward, who had this beautiful red flush on his forehead and cheeks, spanning to his chest, spoke. His pants and boxers were still around his ankles, which made me giggle, to see his half hard cock slumped over as if to say "I'm tired."

He looked down, realizing the state he was in, gesturing to my splayed open legs which were quite limp themselves.

I let my head fall back against the wall.

"I dunno."

He suddenly swung one knee over my legs and stared deep into my eyes. I flushed.

His lips gently touched onto my forehead, caressing the skin there softly.

"Just making sure you're still there." he whispered.

"I am."

I suddenly got another fit of giggles as I looked down at the state he was in.

"I feel like you're molesting me or something." I said, another snort escaping my lips.

His eyes narrowed, and I saw, or rather felt, him begin to harden.

His lips attacked my neck, gruffly, aggressively.

"I could do that."

I pushed at him, laughing. "Edward, quit it- quit it."

He pulled back, an amused look etched on his perfect face.

"What?"

"I refuse to allow the second time we have sex to be in an elevator."

"I thought the first time went quite well, actually."

I felt myself getting wet.

How funny was that? He turned me on with the most random things. Just a sentence from him and I was soaked.

"Besides, we need to get out of here."

I stood and pulled up my pants.

He watched me intently.

"God, I love you woman."

I felt the sick, fluttery feeling that I had always promised myself I would never have. I wanted little disney critters to start singing and dancing, while I cleaned a house or something.

"What makes you say that?"

He stood, pants still around ankles, and kissed me softly, once, twice, three times, slowly and sensually, making me feel fire blaze through my veins.

"You."


An hour later, the firemen came and pulled us out.

Yeah. Fucking firemen.

"Ma'am, do you have any idea why the elevator would get stuck?"

"No- no sir." I stammered. I was such a shitty liar.

"You did not press the emergency button?"

"No."

He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.

"You're absolutely sure?"

Edward stepped in.

"We're positive."

He turned and began to walk away, thanking the two men who had pulled us out.

As I began to walk away, the younger fireman stopped me.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"You know there are cameras in elevators, right?" He winked.


We reached our hotel room.

I finally had phone reception and I turned on my phone.

16 messages.

I texted Alice back quickly.

We're fine. In our room. Ill explain later.

Edward sat on the edge of our bed and we didn't speak. I walked quickly to the bathroom and shut the door.

My god. This was all- anything I had ever wanted. Here it was. On a silver platter.

It was so perfect. And now, he was waiting for me. I vaguely registered that I had something more waiting for me than just fucking.

No, this would be some fairy tale shit, with joining of souls and whatnot- and the hallelujah chorus. I was so fucking excited.

But- should I go out there naked, or let him slowly undress me, or what?

I stripped off my clothing and opted for a hot shower. But what if he heard the shower running and came in here, and I cant stop myself, and then we'll end up fucking in the shower.

But I really need that shower. Dammit.

Eh, what the hell.

As I washed my hair, I realized Edward must've realized I needed the time. And I did.

I kept feeling like I was going to walk out there and Ashton Kutcher would pop out of nowhere all "Hah! Bitch got Punk'd."

It all seemed to good to be true, literally.

Eh. Well it was. And I had a gorgeous, amazing man out there waiting to be screwed. Erm… made love to.

Okay.

I found myself getting lost in the amazing feeling of the hot water, just letting it relax me, so relaxed even, I didn't notice Edward getting in behind me.

Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders and I jumped and let out a little yelp.

He chuckled throatily, that little laugh that made the spot right behind my knees tingle.

I turned and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, slippery and hot and positively melted together.

It would never get any better than this.

He kissed me again and I couldn't help smiling against his lips at the thought of being able to do this whenever I wanted.

His lips did things to my body just by being on his face than most men could've done if their lips were against my fucking pussy.

As our kisses grew deeper, I felt him beginning to get well, excited by the prospect of the shower sex, and I remembered that I wanted to do this right- in a bed.

"Edward-" I moaned against his lips. He pulled back and stared at me with those green eyes that were positively on fire.

"Bed.." I said breathily. What the hell? That was not my voice. I sounded like a porno.

He nibbled my neck and whispered. "I've never wanted to taste anything more than a dripping-" he slid his fingers down my hips- "wet-" He slipped his middle finger slowly against the lips of my throbbing sex- "Bella." he licked his finger, boring his eyes into mine the whole time.

My vision went black around the edges. You know how people see stars and shit when it gets all sexy time?

I saw goddamn constellations.

I turned the shower off, still a little bit wobbly, and stepped out, gathering myself in a towel, watching as Edward stepped out and drooling at the very hard dick that was waiting for me.

I will never get enough of this.

***

The difference in the air was palpable. I could sense how much more serious this was.

He laid me gently on the bed, and I took notice of how soft the sheets were when you were totally bare, rubbing against them.

Mmm. Egyptian Cotton.

That I was even thinking about sheets at a time like this was incredible. I forced the nerves in my stomach down- nerves?- and brought myself to look at Edwards' expression. He stood over me, towering , and I had the brief thought to be subconscious of my pancake boobs, or the way my thighs looked. I was put out on display in front of him, and I felt vulnerable. I wanted to pull him over me, or slide under the sheets.

He trailed a finger down my cheek, through my breasts, down my stomach, past my aching, throbbing clit and down, down, down my legs.

"Perfection." he muttered quietly.

I flushed, of course.

"That pink color…it makes you look like a milkmaid or some shit."

I raised an eyebrow. "You have a fetish or something Cullen?"

"Shut up Swan."

We were both completely naked, bare. And instead of worrying about how I looked, I took this as an opportunity to trail my gaze down his perfect body. I looked at this with new eyes. He was mine now, even though it hadn't really been said out loud, I knew he was. Mine.

I had never really been the possessive type, but he brought out things in me I never knew were possible.

"Stop thinking so much, Bella." he murmured.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. No sarcastic retorts, no eye rolling. This was me. Without the fucking shell.

He stroked my cheek softly. "I love you. Sometimes so much it hurts."

Was it normal that my eyes felt like they were about to well up with tears? That I was so happy I wondered when something would fall on my head and just kill me?

I simply looked up at him. "More."

He finally leaned down and kissed me. Softly, slowly moving his lips in perfect time with mine. This was so much more than I was used to. This kiss held so much emotion I wanted to cry.

When did I turn into a total cliché?

There wasn't fevered lust or just a wanton need to fuck here. All I needed was him in every way.

He put his forehead against mine.

"All I need is you."

The fucking mind reader. I smiled, leaned up to kiss him again.

He placed his body against mine and I sighed in contentment, wondering if this would ever wear off. The feeling of him against me. I felt totally girly and ridiculous, but I marveled at the feel of his heart beating against mine.

Isn't that a song?

Shut up, internal monologue.

Edward kissed me again, effectively ending any stupid thoughts or worries. It was just me, and him, forever.

"You're mine." I said before I could stop myself.

"Always." He said quietly.

Declarations, I realized, were much more worth it when you took your time, in a bed.

He rolled off of me suddenly and I groaned at the loss.

His hand reached up and touched my face gently. It trailed down slowly, caressing my breasts; it felt amazing. He traced his fingers lightly across my stomach and my skin erupted in goosebumps, my nipples hardening. He covered one breast with his mouth and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

His mouth moved slower, down my stomach; my flesh tightened in anticipation for what I knew he was about to do.

I jumped and giggled when he nipped at my stomach.

"I'm ticklish you asshat!" I said breathlessly. I heard his rumbling laugh.

He kept moving downward, slowly, licking, nibbling, blowing. My legs fell open of their own accord.

The haze that always came over me when Edward was anywhere near my girly parts began to take residence in my head and I shivered. From somewhere deep in the depths of my own lust I looked up and saw his glorious bronze head between my legs. He looked up and met my eyes with his.

I saw his tongue dart out to taste me.

I let out a long, loud moan.

He put his hands under my ass and squeezed, lifting me up and leveling me to his mouth. I loved it when he took control like this.

He sucked and licked at me, while I squirmed and twisted.

His name fell from my mouth in a whispered string, sounding like profanities, as he continued to work his mouth and tongue over the sensitive flesh that became the center of my world whenever I was around him.

He slid two fingers inside of me and kept teasing at my clit, sucking right on it while he flicked his tongue.

I was a goner. When I came (20 seconds later), he pumped his fingers in and out of me, determined to get a good two more out of me.

I lay there, completely spent, as he crawled up my body and kissed me, much more passionate and fiery than it had been at first. I slid my tongue right along with his, moaning against his mouth.

I flipped him over so that I lay on top of him, and began to trail my mouth down his body. When I flicked my tongue out to trace the muscles on his abdomen, I felt them twitch and clench under me. I was positively dripping by this point.

It felt like the first time all over again, in his room. I knew how to make him crazy, and I was determined to do it again.

I reached his dick, which was positively at full attention by now, and gripped him, stroking him slowly. His hips bucked into my hand.

I smirked.

My tongue darted out and swirled around his head. He groaned. I let just the tip of my tongue lick his shaft up and down. Finally I took him into my mouth and sucked languidly at him, increasing pressure with each little moan he let out. All the while, I let my tongue swirl around and around him, while I moved my hand at the base of him.

Suddenly he stopped me.

"No, I want- I want to do this right." His voice was shaky, which meant he must have been very close.

I slowly moved up next to him, and he lay on top of me.

Our eyes searched each other; I counted each little bead of sweat on his forehead, every soft pant that came from his mouth. His heartbeat was erratic against my chest.

"I want you to know, Bella- I've- Well I never felt like this before. I love you so completely, and-"

"Shh." I put my finger against his lips. "You are more than I've ever dreamed of. I love you more than myself."

From whatever gooey depths of Bella that came from, I was grateful. I never dreamed anything like that would come out of my mouth, much less during sex, but there it was. And it was desperately and irrevocably true.

He put his forehead against mine and placed himself above me, I felt him at my entrance and I couldn't help the little gasp that left my mouth. Everything with him seemed so much more intimate in a bed. Well, considering I had nothing but a hotel elevator to compare it to.

When he slid into me, My head fell back, completely exposing my throat to him. He kissed it hungrily, slowly thrusting in time with my moans. I lifted my head and looked into his green eyes; those eyes that were mine now, and felt my heart swell with so much love that I thought I would burst.

His thrusts came faster now, and I had nothing left to think as my mind went blank with the sheer bliss I felt coursing through me.

I groaned, and moved my hips to meet with his as he went harder and faster in time with my demands.

And when we both fell over the edge, he whispered how much he loved me.

***

It was all utterly too much, the fireplace and champagne and sheets, and Edward and I love you. I felt like I was in a dream.

Our phones, after a quick call to Alice, had been turned off and we had spent the past seven hours talking and fucking and making love.

It was eleven o' clock at night.

"Tomorrow we have to get up early." He murmured.

"Sleep?" I whispered.

He nodded in response and reached over to turn off the light.

I snuggled up against him, he kissed my forehead and I sighed in contentment.

"So.." I whispered into the darkness.

"What?" he said.

"The banquet tomorrow… I'm actually somewhat afraid for that."

"Why?" He said, suddenly concerned.

"Me plus heels…not a good equation."

He laughed and kissed me.

"Silly girl."

***

In the morning I awoke in Edward's arms and realized this feeling would never go away. This feeling of complete, and safety- and most of all happiness.

I snuggled closer to his body and tried to ignore the light streaming in through the windows.

"Bella." he groaned softly.

"Mmm?"

"Time to get up." he chuckled.

Ugh. Mornings.

"We have breakfast with the family. And we have to go to this. Alice may never forgive me."

There was a knock at the door at that moment and I rolled out of bed with the sheets around me.

"Probably the room service with towels." I said to Edward.

When I opened the door, much to my surprise, it was not room service.

It was Elizabeth.

Oh yay.

"Uh- Eh- Elizabeth! I- I- Ohmygosh- I'm so sorry."

She raised an eyebrow and handed me a garment bag.

"Alice sent this." she said coolly. "With a note." She handed me the bag and a piece of paper.

I turned forty shades of red.

I stammered something unintelligible.

"It's okay darling." she dropped her voice to a whisper.

"Glad to see things went well." She winked at me, turned and walked away.

"Breakfast at eight promptly love." she called over her shoulder.

I stood there, mouth agape.

***

The note, it turns out, were instructions on how to do my hair and makeup, and very strict instruction to wear what was in the garment bag.

Friekin Alice.

I hopped in the shower- not letting Edward in, no funny business- and quickly washed and deep conditioned my hair, washed the sex and sweat off my body and sighed at the feel of the hot water.

When I stepped out I took the time to look at the mirror. I took in my eyes, my smile, my flushed cheeks. I looked so different and the shadow that was almost permanently over my eyes was gone.

I dried my hair, curled it a little bit with the help of instructions from Alice. My makeup- well that was a disaster. I messed up my eyeliner and had to clean it off and start from scratch.

When I was all done preparing, I stepped out and let Edward have the shower.

"Mmm." he said wrapping me up in a hug and nuzzling my neck. "You smell good." I giggled and swatted at him.

He leaned in for a kiss that took my breath away.

"I have to get dressed." I muttered against his lips.

He kissed me once more- then made his way to the bathroom. I took time to admire his bare ass walking away from me.

I let out a very girly sigh and opened the bag.

There was a midnight blue chiffon top with ruffles down the front and a black pencil skirt. There were dyed to match the shirt silk pumps, a small bag with jewelry and a grey blue peacoat.

This was breakfast attire? Good god.

I slipped it on, smirking happily at how well it fit my frame; of course Alice had had it tailored specially for me.

Usually this would have annoyed me, but now I was in love, and even though it was a cliché, everything was better when you were in love.

When Edward was dressed (to the nines in black slacks, a grey coat and a blue button down- coincidence? Fucking Alice) we made our way to the elevator to meet the family downstairs.

He took my hand as we walked down the hall and I felt that jolt that I always wondered at. Would it ever go away?

When we were in the elevator I started giggling uncontrollably and soon Edward joined in laughing with me. I kissed him, still laughing and soon there we were having a full blown tongue wrestling match in the elevator. Things were getting hot and heavy when he pulled back and said," As much as id love to have a repeat of last night, I'm pretty sure there are rules against this kind of thing."

I laughed and kissed him once more.

We stepped out into the lobby and saw everyone waiting for us- I ran to embrace Carlisle and Esme.

"Oh, Esme it's been so long!" I said as I hugged her.

"How beautiful you look my love." she hugged me just as tightly.

Esme always looked beautiful, with her classic good looks and million watt smile. Carlisle stood there, looking like a regal god, and I wondered how this entire family could be so devastatingly beautiful.

Alice tapped her watch. "I made reservations! We're going to be late!"

"Breakfast reservations?" I asked.

Jasper grimaced. "Yes."

"Are you surprised Jasper? Alice makes reservations to take a shit."

Everyone cackled at Rose's joke, except Alice.

"Quiet, blimp."

***

Kinda a filler, kinda not.

Life caught up to me, what can I say?

Glad to post again.

-g