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I wasn't surprised how I work up the following morning. It was a typical Edward movement, a typical thing for him to do in the first place. Slowly moving his hands in different places and his lips in others.

But I pushed him away before I even got the chance to open my eyes. "Edward...stop it," I mumbled. "You just woke me up."

"That was the point, Bella," he said matter-of-factly, his hand slipping under the waist band of my underwear. I let out a collective hiss, closing my eyes and breathing heavy in anticipation.

It wasn't like I didn't know this would happen, but I just loved to tease him, to get him hard and make him have to deal with for any amount of time. But I still was not expecting that kind of wake up. "Get your hand away from me." I reached under the blankets to push his invading hand away but it only clung to my thigh. That fire was starting to simmer where his hand had been. "Stop touching me."

"Oh, Bella, you like it," he taunted throatily. He went back in for the kill. "See?" The way that man could just work some kind of internal magic was amazing.

"Edward," I moaned, repeating it over and over until it sounded much more firm. I think it made me sound like I was begging or desperate for it. "Please, can we talk?"

He looked up from where he had been watching his work over the hill that was my stomach. "What about?"

"About my talk with Esme last night."

With a sigh, he pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them in his mouth. I watched as he sucked on them for about ten seconds before laying down beside. Clearly he needed something because Edward did not talk about parent-related stuff. "Okay, baby, let's hear it."

"Your mom's mean," I complained. "I don't know how she can say this stuff to me, like a...a..." I was at a loss for words.

"A bitch?" Edward offered, somewhat teasingly.

I deliberated the word. It was harsh but I suppose it was true. "I guess... I don't know. She's just so cruel, Edward. You need to prove something to her, but I don't know what."

He raised his eyebrows. "Prove?"

"Prove that..." The idea came almost instantly. "Prove that your in love with me and your over all this immature, casual sex stuff." I lowered my voice to mutter: "Every though your immaturity is a forever thing."

Everything that was said last night was not only uncalled for, but very out of line. Esme and Carlisle did not know their son: they only knew of the things that Rose told them. Edward didn't want anything to do with them, and I'd forced him to drive down to have dinner with them, which royally messed things up. It was also fair to say that they didn't know me anymore. They couldn't decide that Edward can't be faithful when they didn't know everything that had happened in the past few months.

I didn't even know that they were so judgemental.

"My immaturity level," Edward was saying, "will rub off on you and be embedded in my child's brain."

"Lord, help him!" I cried dramatically.

"That's not very nice," he insisted. "But that's what attracted you to me first, right? My outstanding confidence that goes hand-in-hand with impeccable immaturity."

I shook my head. "No, it was the fact that you had a nice body and a dick," I said shamelessly. "That's all I wanted at that point."

His eyebrows drew together in thought. "Ah, so I was your little disposable sex toy?"

"Not so disposable," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair and locking them around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down toward my mouth. I gave him a hard kiss. "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty."

I groaned. "So early. Well, let's get dressed and we can go home," I suggested.

"You know, Bella," Edward said, kind of confused. "You always say 'home' when we don't live together."

My eyebrows pulled together. "We live down the hallway from each other and we're always, like, together. Home, Edward," I said sarcastically.

"But we don't really live together," he pointed out.

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" I teased, pinching his cheek. He always hated that.

"If I asked, would you?"

I frowned. "Edward, stop answering questions with questions. Yes or no."

He smirked. "Just answer me. If I say to you right now, 'Bella's let's go buy a house' what would you say?"

"'You are paying, right?'" I tried desperately to cover my excitement up with sarcasm. This is what I've wanted, what I've been waiting for.

He rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Bella. Answer me." He was getting agitated.

"Fine," I said, exasperated. "I do want to move in with you. I've been thinking about it for forever. I think its best. Happy now?" I grumbled.

Edward looked at me incredulously, sitting up straight. "Then why haven't you brought it up?" he exclaimed.

"I was waiting for you bring it up." I paused. "Wait I did bring it up, but we didn't talk about it!"

"Oh, baby, you need to grow a backbone," he teased. "Do you realize we could have been fifty and still living separately? You really should have brought this up sooner. Your already in your second trimester!"

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?"

"Nah, that's okay because your already forgiven," he said dismissively. I gave him a what-the-fuck look, but didn't bother to ask because I had other things on my mind.

"I'm really hungry."

"Of course you are," he said. "We'll grab something on the way back home."

"Where?" I challenged, because I was absolutely starving.

He shrugged. "In Port Angeles."

"I don't know if I can hold out that long," I admitted. "I didn't get up in the night for a snack, so I am absolutely starved now."

"Funny 'cause you never would eat before," Edward reminded me. "You used to go hungry."

I shrugged, but didn't say anything because he was right.

We fell back into that every-so natural way of ours, the one thing that we did best. The one thing that was increasing now, in the second trimester, was the sex drive. It was awesome and constant, and Edward never complained once. A few times we couldn't satisfy that need because either I was tired or sick, or he was busy with work. All the feelings intensified with the new, larger sex drive.

"Told you you wanted it," he murmured. "You always want it."

EPOV

"Meee?" Bella moaned as I shoved the building erection between her awaiting legs, rubbing around the material of her underwear that covered her pussy.

I reached a hand down and pressed my palm against her covered clit, listening to her heavy breathing. On contact, her hands fisted around my forearm and pressed me closer, moving her hips a little to gain more friction. "Slow down, Bella," I said, unclenching her hands from their death-grip. Secretly I guess I did want her to get so hot and bothered so she would be just that much louder during the act.

After last night, all I wanted to do was piss my parents off. Show them that I could commit to a woman. And of course that's overly childish.

"No, Edward, please just hurry." I watched, perplexed as Bella reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the floor.

My. Favourite. Things. Ever.

"Please fuck me," she begged breathily. "Please, please, plea—"

"You don't have to beg, baby," I laughed, kneeling between her legs and slipping off her underwear. The smell of her pussy was musky and thick in the air and just smelt so good. I quickly pulled off my sweats and watched the change on her face.

Sure. She loves my dick but not me?

"Turn around, Bella." She was quick to roll over onto all fours, sticking her ass up in the air. The way she glanced over her shoulder at me was the biggest turn on ever.

Without another second of delay, I shoved my dick inside of her slick pussy, causing us both to yell out in pleasure. My trusts got faster and harder, deeper and just as hard as I watched myself disappearing inside her, sliding back out again.

"Fuck, Bella," I groaned, when she started moving back to take more of it. The sounds she was making was filling the room and echoing around us. I hoped my parents heard it all.

Those asses deserved it all.

"Ah, ah, ah...ahh!" she called out with each trust. Holding her hips from behind wasn't working for me so I grabbed onto the tops of her thighs, bringing her back to me at the same time I pushed in.

Just how Bella liked I started talking dirty to her. "C'mon, baby. Cum on me, baby. That's right, right there," I moaned. I felt her ready to tighten around me, and as collective moans and calls escaped her mouth, her orgasm shook her body.

I continued thrusting until I came inside her, kissing around her back and neck as I shot and coated her insides.

"I love you," I told her for the millionth time. And because of how much I said it I was used to her reply:

"I know."

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