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A/N: I'm updating a day early because I'm going to a concert tomorrow night and I wanted you to get your chapter. :) This is only the first half. This and the next chapter were supposed to be one, but the lemon in the beginning of the chapter kind of took over. Haha. So sorry if you don't like lemons. Skip to after the break if you don't, but I won't lie: you're missing out. ;)

Cursed
By cALLIEfornia BENches

Chapter 33: Bliss

BPOV

"Will you shut the fuck up?" I shouted, itching to grab something and throw it at his face. I opted instead to clench my fists and storm back into my room. He was being unreasonable. Completely and totally unreasonable. Unfortunately, said unreasonable bastard beat me to the door before I could get out. I folded my arms across my chest and pursed my lips. "Move, Edward."

He shook his head. "Stop being so stubborn and listen to me. If you'd shut up for two seconds, you'd know that I'm actually making sense."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Well then please, Edward. Go right ahead and grace me with your sage advice." I knew the sarcasm wouldn't be lost on him. He could be really dumb, but he wasn't dense. He could read me like a book. Edward scoffed at my tone and I wanted to punch him for acting so immature. But before he could say anything to me, I cut him off. "She's my mother, Edward. The last like eight times she's been in town she hasn't spent more than a few hours with me at most. It's only fair that I offer her my couch to sleep on. I'm her daughter. Not even to mention the fact that she's arriving day after tomorrow. I can't tell her to book a hotel now. That'd be stupid."

"You want Renee to be here when I sleep over for two weeks? Or are you just going to leave her on the couch when you sleep over here?" His eyes were burning with anger as he stared me down, not willing to make the first move to back away from the fight.

My eyes narrowed. "Maybe you just won't sleep over." I flashed my eyebrows upward once, testing him. Edward and I had pretty much spent every night together since the Fourth of July. Half my clothes were at his place, while half his were at mine. At first, we hadn't been sure how we'd choose whose apartment we'd sleep in, but it hadn't been a problem for long. Edward decided to start keeping a coin on him at all times. It made everything easier. Every night before we fell asleep, he'd pull the coin from his pocket and look at me with a ridiculous smirk on his face.

"Call it," he'd say as he flipped the coin into the air.

"Heads" would always be my reply, and we both knew it, but he still gave me the option to choose every night. It had landed on tails last night, so we were in Edward's apartment now, but not without my intent to leave. Soon.

His eyes unconsciously softened slightly and I knew I had won. He didn't think he had given up yet, though, and he kept trying to fight. "Fine, we'll see how well you sleep without me." Like that would help his argument, like, at all. He slept less than I did before we started sharing a bed. But I'd let him think whatever he wanted for a few minutes.

"Alright," I said, "Then let me leave. I have to call my mom and tell her she can stay in my apartment before she books a hotel."

I had called his bluff and we both knew it. He let out a frustrated breath as he brushed past me, picking up the remote that was lying on top of the couch and chucking it across the room where it hit the wall with a loud bang. I jumped, and the soft thud that followed as the remote hit the carpeted ground seemed almost ashamed of how loud it had been. I watched Edward storm angrily into his room and slam his door shut like a teenager.

This was my favorite part of our fights, I thought with a smile.

A took a step forward and made my way to his door, wondering if he had cooled off enough yet. I had just raised my fist to knock when it swung open and, without any warning, he dove forward and pinned me against the wall. His lips were rough and hard against mine, the anger still very much prevalent in his kiss. I tried to keep from smiling, but it was hard. He was sexiest when he was pissed.

I twisted my arms around his neck and pulled myself even closer to him. His hands weaved around and placed themselves firmly on my backside, grinding our hips together. He was incredibly hard, and a shiver shook through my body as he pressed himself harder into my stomach.

Nothing was said. The room was quiet with the exception of our respective pants and the occasional groan. He moved his right hand down the back of my thigh and hitched it around his waist. We had tried this before, and it hadn't worked. Lifting me up around his waist wasn't as easy as my romance novels made it seem. Even though I wasn't big by any means, it took a lot of coordination on both of our parts and that was something neither of us had in the heat of the moment.

He pressed me further into the wall so I had something to balance on and cupped his hand around my ass again so I had stability and didn't just fall straight to the ground. Even still, I was hesitant. But I'd give it a go, because it'd be really hot for him to carry me to his bed. Especially when he was mad like this.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling into his demanding lips, I tightened my arms around his neck and boosted my other leg around his waist. Or, at least, I tried to. Again, it didn't work. At least this time, instead of falling into a tangled heap onto the ground, we landed with an ounce of grace on the ground, me on top of him. He didn't like the fact that I'd have more power over him, though, and he flipped me around so he was hovering over me. Except he wasn't hovering as much as he was grinding and pressing me into the floor.

"Bed?" I tried to ask, but his mouth was smothering mine in such a way that I could hardly breathe, let alone speak.

He shook his head as his lips traveled, sucking and biting hard as he moved down my neck to the collar of my shirt. I was suddenly glad I had just worn a ratty t-shirt and not something I was attached to, because he latched his fingers onto one of the little holes that had formed in the shirt over the years and tore it down the center. He didn't even bother pulling it over my arms. I bit my lip and arched my back as he nibbled his way up my stomach. He pushed the cups of my bra out of the way, too rushed to completely take it off.

His lips attached themselves to my right breast. He was anything but gentle. I was sure his teeth were leaving marks on my pale skin, but I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to look. I'd check tomorrow.

I tried to fumble with his shirt, but he slapped my hands away before I could make any progress. Edward broke away and tore his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the side. The look on his face made me squirm, trying as hard as I could to get my jeans to rub up against me so I could get some form of relief. His brows were furrowed and his nostrils were flared, both in concentration and fury. I could practically see the coals angrily simmering in his mind.

When he reached down to unbutton his pants, I got tired of waiting. I slid a hand underneath my jeans and watched him as I ran a finger across my clit. I let out a long exhale and tossed my head back onto the carpet, not caring in the slightest that my hair would be a mess whenever we finished. I had needed some sort of relief, and this felt way too good to stop.

But before I could even get anywhere, my hand was torn from my jeans. When I looked at him, confused, he was even angrier than before. Yes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled both them and my panties down to my ankles in one swift tug. Taking them off would take too long.

My mouth opened to respond, but I hadn't gotten one word out when he suddenly opened my knees and shoved himself into me. Whatever I was about to say vanished completely from my mind, leaving no trace of what I was even thinking of. I started making some embarrassing noises as he started pounding away like there was no way he could be stopped.

I reached my hands out behind me, trying to find something that I could hold onto. My back, even though my shirt was still somewhat covering it, was getting some serious rug burn where it had ridden up. I found the two side legs of the hallway table and tried to hold onto it, but he was thrusting too hard. The table banged twice against the wall before completely falling over, luckily away from us and not on top of us.

Edward was burying his face into my neck, finding his favorite spot and sucking harder than he ever had before. I could feel the blood rushing towards that one spot.

My hands tried to grasp at something—anything—else, but all I was coming up with was carpet. Immediately, Edward reached up and wove his fingers in between mine, holding on to me as I was holding on to him.

Edward shifted somehow. I couldn't exactly see what he did, but I felt all the difference. Whatever he just did, I wanted him to do it again the next time we did this. It felt amazing. So amazing, curses started flying out of my mouth left and right. I'd probably end up laughing at myself later for my sailor's mouth, but I didn't care at that very moment. All I knew was that I wanted him to hit that spot again. And again and again and again until I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Fuck, Edward, yes," I moaned, my back arching and my chest pressing to his. "Shit, Edward! Right there. Yeah." I was panting, having trouble forming a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" he asked cockily, moving his hips again so he hit the same spot. I couldn't stop my eyes from shutting and rolling into the back of my head. "You like that?" I groaned and did what I could to open my eyes again. I wanted to see him. He was looking down at me, a menacing grin on his face. I wanted to smack it off him, but I couldn't move.

At that point, I was about two seconds away from coming. "Edward, I'm—fuck, yes—Edward I'm... I'm...."

"Come, Bella," he said, his voice husky and demanding in my ear. "Now."

And I did. Hard. I would have even if he told me not to; I couldn't control it. I wasn't sure I had ever come that hard in my life. He was a god in my eyes just then. My muscles contracted over him and it felt like they wouldn't stop. With each thrust, it seemed like I would just come that much more. By the time I was finished, I couldn't move a muscle. Not even if I wanted to. And I felt bad, because Edward hadn't come yet. But by the sound of things, he didn't sound too far off. His breath was coming in short, quick pants that were blowing the hair around that wasn't matted down with sweat.

And with a long groan, I felt him release into me. And a few seconds later, he was pretty much dead weight.

I loved Edward, but not enough to suffocate myself with his weight. With every once of energy I had, I weakly pressed on his shoulder, hoping he'd get the hint and roll over. He did, and I laid my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm securely around me and pulled me a little closer, weaving our legs together.

I was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry," I said. "I want Renee to stay in my apartment. But she's understanding. If we want time alone together, we can come here. I don't want to spend the night here while she's here, but that doesn't mean we can't be together through the whole two weeks." He didn't say anything, so I continued. "Will you move in with me… for two weeks?" I asked.

Finally, he laughed. He wrapped the other arm around me and held me closer. "Alright. But you have to promise that if I'm horny, we'll come back here."

I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek with a short laugh. "Probably not every time. But when we can, yes." He smiled and kissed the top of my head. As I started falling asleep right there in the middle of the hallway, Edward moved to sit up. "What are you doing?" I murmured.

He reached into his pants and pulled out the quarter. "Heads or tails?" he asked.

"Heads," I responded without a second thought.

He flipped the coin and caught it before flipping it over onto the back of his hand. "Tails it is." He sighed and lay back down, pulling me to him again. "Which is good, because I don't know if I want to carry you over to your apartment right now. I kind of just want to sleep."

"Hmm," I responded, already half asleep.

I awoke to a nose running its length along my chin and I smiled and leaned back into his embrace. "Morning," I mumbled sleepily. Our legs were a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to extract both of them in even a slightly graceful manner. Instead, I simply ran my toes across his calf lightly. He shivered behind me, but didn't move. I continued the motion with my toes as I settled myself closer to him and rested my head on the pillow we were sharing. When had we moved from the hallway?

"Morning to you, too, my love," he said quietly into my ear. I wondered how long he had been up. He didn't have many trace of sleep in his voice, but I couldn't imagine him detangling himself without waking me. Ever since the Fourth, we had spent a majority of our time together. Of course, Alice and Rosalie often took some of my time, especially when it came to things like preparing the baby shower, which was to happen in a little over two months' time.

Rosalie was rounding her seventh month, and she already seemed ready to pop. Because of her thin frame before the pregnancy, her stomach seemed to grow straight out. She was one of the cutest pregnant women I had ever seen. Unfortunately, it was only until she opened her mouth. The bigger she got, the bigger her attitude got. It was getting hard to be around her, but it's not like there was anything I could do about it.

Things had been nothing short of amazing since the Fourth of July. I think I had vastly underestimated how much easier things would be after we told everyone. It was infinitely better. I don't think I realized how many repressed feelings I had until I was finally able to let them go. Wherever. I. Wanted. I think everyone else was getting sick of it, Rosalie especially. She kept making comments about how we needed to keep it in our pants before her overactive stomach made her puke. We didn't really stop, though. Her morning sickness had been over for months.

I groaned sleepily and placed my arm over the one he had thrown over me, twining our fingers together. I turned my head so I could see him a little.

"How long have you been up?" I asked quietly.

He nuzzled his face into my neck and I closed my eyes at the sensation. "Not long. Maybe an hour at most." I opened my mouth to disagree with him—an hour was most certainly a long time—but he cut me off. "No, no. Don't fuss, it was fine. I like being here when you sleep."

I rolled my eyes, smiling nevertheless. "You're so corny," I said.

He pinched my sides and I squealed, trying to wiggle out of his embrace. "You love it," he said.

I hummed. "I love you."

"Who's being corny now?" he teased. I blushed and buried my face into the pillow. "I love you, too," he said softly, brushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear. With a grace I knew I didn't possess, he swiftly detangled his legs from the mess and helped me to turn and face him. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips and tucked my head under his chin.

"When did you move us?" I asked him.

"Mmm. Sometime in the middle of the night. You were also only in your ripped shirt and half-on bra, so I threw a pair of underwear on you and one of my old shirts. Hope you don't mind. I didn't think you'd be comfortable."

I glanced down and noticed that I was wearing a shirt from some old club that he had been in during high school at some point or another. It was old and faded, so I couldn't exactly tell what club it was, but I had seen him wear the huge black t-shirt before. I knew 'MASEN' was written in large white letters across the back. I couldn't help the silly grin that came to my face when I remembered that little detail.

"I need to shower," I mumbled. "But my muscles don't want me to get up."

He didn't say anything, but I could practically hear the smug grin on his face. I didn't even need to look at him. "Oh, shut up," I said, laughing lightly.

Thankfully, before he could go on about his sexual prowess, a knock sounded at Edward's front door. "Can you get that?" he asked. "I need to put on some clothes. At least you're halfway decent. I'm just in boxers. And knowing my luck, it's probably Craig. I'd definitely not like a repeat of the damn flour and sugar, you know?"

I laughed and stood up slowly, trying to get my muscles used to working again. They were beyond tired after our night last night. I padded my way to the front door and looked through the peephole, smiling when I saw Alice. I flung it open and she immediately hugged me before stepping back.

"Ew," she said, crinkling her nose. "You smell like my brother and sex. Do you know how weird that is?"

Edward appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist before he pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder. "What would you like, Alice?" he asked.

She walked in past both of us and sat down on Edward's couch before turning on the TV. I smiled at Edward and shook my head at his sister's antics. "What would I like?" she asked. "Well first, I'd love for one or both of you to take a shower. Not only do you both smell like sex, you look like it too. Not funny when we're talking about my twin brother and my best friend." Edward kissed me on the cheek and pulled me down onto his lap in the chair he sat in next to the couch. "I'd also love a ham sandwich, if you've got all the fixings. But the reason I'm here is because I want to know if you two would be up for going out to dinner and then a nice walk or something at Alki with Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper and I."

I looked up at Edward, who nodded in confirmation. "Sure," I said. "But we've got to be home relatively early. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning. I'm meeting my mom for coffee."

Alice's face lit up. "Oh, yay," she said, clapping her hands together once under her chin. "I didn't know Renee would be here. Can I come?"

"Of course, she'd love to see you."

"Oh, good. Now, Edward. Go shower so I can talk to Bella alone."

He sighed dramatically and held on to me tighter. "No," he said stubbornly. "Never." I couldn't help but smile, but it didn't change the fact that he probably should go. I looked over my shoulder and kissed him chastely, silently telling him to leave us girls alone. He gave me an adorable pout, but started to get up anyway. "Fine, fine. But I want more lip action when I get back. None of this closed mouth stuff, alright?"

I giggled and nodded as he shifted me so I was the one on the chair and he was standing up.

"You two sicken me," Alice said. "Jesus, you've been dating like three months and you still make me gag with every ridiculously corny comment that comes out of your mouth. Shouldn't the honeymoon stage be over by now?" she asked.

"Never!" Edward called over his shoulder as he disappeared into his room.

Alice rolled her eyes. "Seriously. Is he always like this?"

"Only after a particularly good night of sex. It's his post-coital glow. I like it, to be honest. We've never had a fight the morning after good sex. It's a lovely little break." I smiled when she gagged. "Seriously, Alice. You can't ask questions like that about your brother and then not expect an answer like that. You asked."

"Ugh. I know, I know. But it's hard to pretend it's not my brother. I just have to tell myself that you're talking about some guy that you just really, really like." We heard the shower start to run, and both of us instinctually turned our heads toward his door for a second before turning back. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that you, Isabella Marie Swan, are voluntarily dating my brother, Edward Anthony Masen, her arch enemy for as long as I can remember."

I just shrugged. "Get used to it, darling. It's not going away anytime soon." I smiled as I rested back in my chair. Because it was the truth. He wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't going anywhere. I loved him, and that wasn't a 'kind of' thing.

And now I couldn't wait until he got out of the shower. I think I wanted that lip action as much as he did.

A/N: 1345 reviews equals an update Friday.

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ. Alright, I've gotten a few comments regarding my promises of updating with reviews. A couple times, I haven't updated when you guys get the number of reviews that I suggest to get a quicker update. I want to explain why because I'm sick of getting anonymous reviews that get mad at me for it. There're usually three reasons why this will happen: One (the most common) is that you'll get the number of reviews, but you won't get it in enough time for me to write a whole chapter. For example, if I said 1000 reviews gets a Friday update. You do get the 1000 reviews, but it's on the Friday at like 5 in the afternoon. This isn't enough time for me to write a quality chapter in that short amount of time. Reason two is that something comes up. Believe it or not, people, my life doesn't revolve around fanfiction. I do the best that I can to update at least once a week, but sometimes that isn't possible. I sincerely apologize for these times, and I'd hope you'd understand that. The last reason is that there's no inspiration. For example, the last chapter. I had zero inspiration to write that chapter. At all. And that's why it sucked so seriously and it took a week and a half to get it out. Every once in a while that happens but I'd prefer you get a good chapter late than a bad chapter on time. Alright? So enough getting mad at me. I do the best that I can. I'm only human, alright? Thank you.

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