A/N: *Don't know why I still bother to write a disclaimer. You all know I don't own it.*

Seriously amused by some of the comments ya'll have been leaving. Anyway if you want to see what Molly looks like go to JanuarysFiction dot wordpress dot com I'll introduce you to her.

Also I realize I may lose a reader or two with this chapter, but please, please keep in mind that it's not about what you think it is. Dig deeper and read between the lines. Okay. Okay.

Thank you Maxipoo1024 for pulling this chapter out of me in pieces. You're amazing!

Chapter 34

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The Blue Dress

BPOV

Everything was perfectly Alice and absolutely beautiful. White and shades of blue touched every surface. From the centre pieces to the delicate paste flowers on the cake, it was all perfect.

Even my father's impromptu part was utterly perfect. When he heard that Alice had planned to walk the aisle unescorted, he marched into her room and announced, "I didn't shine these shoes for nothing, kiddo. Grab your flowers and let's do this."

I watched each smile and meaningful look pass between Jasper and Alice. I watched from my spot at the head table as Jasper's index finger traced the elegant line of her collar bone, and I saw the soft pink blush that took over her cheeks when he leaned into her and whispered something. I watched them dance so close and so free it brought tears to my eyes.

"You see that bubble too, don't you?" Edward said as he wiped tiny tears from my face.

"The one that's exactly Jasper and Alice sized? Yeah, I see it."

"Dance with me, beautiful girl," Edward asked, standing and offering me his hand.

'A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made.
Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"'

We curled into each other and began dancing among our friends. Laughter and a happy buzz could be heard just below the music. I found myself drawn to conversations with Jasper's Texas clan. Something about the soft, lazy drawl of their voices was both amusing and comforting. It was easy to understand how Alice got so lost in Jasper.

Sue and my father flitted around the dance floor while Edward and Rose shimmied around looking more like Fred and Ginger than any two people had a right to. I could dance, but not like Rosalie. Rose was all grace, even in those heels.

I'd chucked my heels and had been treading on bare feet since the first dance.

Esme was braver, or maybe she was just too drunk to care. She still had heels on and navigating seemed to be a bit of a problem for her. She slipped and reached out for Carlisle, giggling when she righted herself, managing to remain standing. I watched her tip her glass, place it on the table, and then push her kind of sort of willing husband out onto the dance floor when a familiar tune kicked up.

Emmett 'danced' over to me, doing something that I was sure was supposed to be the YMCA but missed the mark. By a lot. "Wanna shake it, Bella Bear?"

How could I say no to that? I stood and let Emmett tow me to the dance floor where we were met by Rose, Alice, Edward, Jazz, and Molly. We danced and Emmett flopped like a fish out of water. We smiled and laughed at each other. And I made a silent promise to myself to never let these people go. To love them forever.

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EPOV

I was scheming and I knew it. I also knew that if she wasn't up for it, I was likely to be punched in the mouth. Possibly twice.

After hearing Bella's fantasy, I couldn't shake it from my head. I wanted to give her that and I saw an opportunity in Molly. I watched the looks she gave Bella. I knew she had a thing for her. I also knew she was a very respectful person and would never make a move on her.

"A dance, miss Molly?" I asked, reaching out to take her hand.

"You got it, hot stuff." She jumped up quickly.

I winked at Bella and felt her watch me walk away with Molly toward the dance floor. I wanted to come right out and say it, but it was one of those situations that required finesse, damn it.

The soft voice of Mazzy Star filtered through the speakers, and I struggled to find my in.

"Your girl is beautiful," Molly said, looking past me to Bella, who was now standing at the bar.

I was oh so grateful for the opening Molly had just given me. I watched Molly's face as she watched my beautiful Bella and saw a spark of respect in her gaze as I gently guided her around the dance floor.

"I know," I said, feeling really fucking lame.

"She's all willowy. All leg, and those big brown eyes…" She shook her head. "Figures."

"What figures?" I asked, finding her soft green eyes.

She looked away, like doing so made her admission easier. "She's taken. And straight. Damn shame."

I laughed. Bella never saw it, never saw the way other people looked at her. But Molly saw it, I saw it. "Bet if you told her the guy behind the bar was eye fucking her she'd deny it."

"Without skipping a beat," I agreed.

I took a deep breath and told myself to suck it the fuck up. This was something Bella wanted. Needed. And if I was honest, the idea turned me on more than a little, to see someone else recognize the power Isabella wields was kind of hot. If I ended up with a fat lip so be it. But if I was reading Molly right…

"Can I ask you something?" I said, and even I could hear the nervousness trickling through my voice.

"Fire away," she said as I spun her to the beat of the music.

"Have you ever looked at yourself and thought you weren't good enough for someone? That you were…defective?"

Her eyes lifted to mine and she quirked her head to the side. "No…and if this is one of those lesbianism is wrong rants—"

"No, no. Not at all, Molly." I felt all sorts of terrible for the misunderstanding and decided to let it all spill out. "You know Bella is divorced, right?" She nodded her head slowly and I continued. "Mike hurt her, emotionally. Changed her. She started second guessing her femininity, believing she wasn't enough for him. When she couldn't get pregnant, she thought she was defective, not a whole woman. She built walls and hid her sexuality in the shadows."

I stopped and looked back to the table where Bella sat and then to Molly, whose face was a smooth mask of understanding.

"When we first got together she had trouble letting go, allowing herself to feel pleasure had almost become fucking foreign to her. Its taken a lot of trust to pull her from those shadows and show her that she can own her body and sexuality again." I swallowed hard knowing the punch line was just ahead. The song had long since changed, but we kept right on dancing.

"Bella kind of has this…uh, she wants. Fuck!" I stammered through my words.

"Spit it out, dude, the songs almost over," she teased, winking at me.

I looked over at Bella, sitting down, sipping from a bottle of water. She looks so hot in that dress. The cleavage is killing me. Say it, Cullen. "There's very little I wouldn't do for her," I explained and that truth made me brave. I swear my balls doubled in size as I spoke. "She told me about this hot little fantasy she has…she wants someone to watch us having sex."

"Is this a proposition?"

"Yes," I confirmed in a pretty damned steady voice. Me and my balls were kind of proud.

"What makes you think I'd be into this?"

"You haven't decked me yet." My answer was a little cheeky, but it was true enough. "And it gives you a little of what you want. Her."

"Her…and you," she admitted, her cheeks pinking. "It's a hard thing to do, you know? To strip bare in front of someone that hasn't whispered 'I love you,' and let them see you raw and open like that. You'd give her the moon if she asked, wouldn't you?"

"Absolutely."

She nodded and pat my bicep.

"Is that a yes?"

She looked up at me, smiled shyly, bit her lip, and nodded once. I slipped my room card into her hand, took her freckled hand, kissed it, and let it drop as I stalked toward the goddess on the other side of the room.

I slipped into the seat next to Isabella and pulled her chair towards me. She giggled and leaned into kiss my cheek. "It's almost one in the morning and you've been go, go, go with Alice since seven this morning. Bet you're ready to get out of that dress?"

"I am, and I never want to see those heels again. Devil's shoes, I'm sure of it."

"Let's go say good night," I said, gesturing to the room. Most of the guests began to drop off about an hour ago, but Alice and Jazz were still going and so was Emmett, who was now far beyond snookered. Rose had already told him he'd be sleeping where he fell and 'no fucking way' was she 'dragging his drunken corpse to their room,' —not in those heels.

Goodnights, thank yous, and plans for brunch were passed around and around until I finally grew impatient. While Bella and Alice went on about the speeches, I tripped through fantasy-land. Eyes watching and bare skin everywhere, my cock twitched in anticipation. I forced myself to think about kittens being boiled and grandma's pantyhose while we made our way to the bank of elevators.

Bella's soft hand gave mine a quick squeeze, as if she could feel my need growing. The doors opened, and I all but shoved her into the car. Thank god it was empty, because the moan that pushed through my lips as I backed her against the wall and kissed the crap out of her would not have been polite in public. Nor was my urge to wrap her legs around me and fuck her where she stood.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open, and it did little to pull me from my lusty intentions.

"Our floor," Bella half moaned into my mouth and pushed against my chest to get me moving.

She walked with purpose down the hall, and I slowly followed, captured by the sway of her hips and shape of her small but round ass. My eyes roamed her bare feet and legs, traced the curve of her body, and danced across her bare shoulders, only to make the circuit all over again. I knew she could feel them on her when she looked over her shoulder and gave me a fucking heartbreaking, devil in the blue dress grin.

She stopped at our door and scooped the card from her tiny clutch. Looking at me once more, she slid the card in and waited for the lock to disengage. As soon as the door was open, my hands were on her hips, pushing her further into the room. I wondered, for a quick second, where Molly was and how long it would take Bella to see her and put the pieces together.

"Jesus, was that last drink infused with Ecstasy?" she murmured as my lips slipped and slithered over her collarbone. There was a faint taste of sweat on her skin, mixing with perfume and body lotion.

"The corset, can you?" she asked, slowly turning and pulling her hair up. She gasped, and I knew she'd found Molly. I looked up at the redhead sitting across the room in a leather chair. Her face was just a little flushed.

"Molly, what are—"

I kissed her neck and it stopped her words. She let her hair fall back into place and turned to look at me again.

Brace yourself, Cullen, this might be when she pops you in the jaw.

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MollyPOV

"If you want her to leave…" Edward said in a soft voice, caressing Bella's bare arms.

"No, no…" I watched her inhale. Her shoulders rose and then very slowly fell into a neutral position. She shook her head and turned around, pulling her hair up again so he could work at the strings holding the dress closed.

Her brown eyes watched me, examined me, watching my reactions. Her face was blushed over in a warm pink. Her breath pulled in slow shallow heaves and for a quick moment her eyes slipped shut. Her hands released the loose fists she'd made, and I could only guess that she was fighting off the last of her hindrances. Letting them drop to the floor and pool around her feet, just like the blue dress that skated down her long body. I could almost feel the confidence blooming and rolling off her.

She was stunning. Ivory skin lit by nothing but the moonlight. I couldn't see her freckles from here, but I knew they were there and that they peppered the shoulders that Edward kissed. I knew her skin was like cotton to touch: soft, forgiving, and comforting.

He touched her like she was sacred, like some adored idol. He unhooked her bra and before letting that drop to floor too, he palmed her breasts and pulled her to his chest. Her eyes fluttered shut and she melted into him. When the bra fell to the floor, her stance changed. She held herself higher, prouder. And well she should be.

He lowered to his knees and inch by inch, dragged the last piece of clothing covering her body down her creamy legs. I licked my lips and tried like hell to keep from rubbing my legs together.

Bare, blushing, and utterly divine. She turned on him and began removing his clothing. Admittedly, I was much more interested in Isabella, but Edward was fucking gorgeous, and I was having trouble focusing. Skin everywhere, lips smacking, tongues moving together, and two of the most beautiful damned people I'd ever seen making delicate sounds. I'd never been that wet in my life.

My hands burned for their skin. I wanted so very badly to cross the room and touch the hard plains of Edward's stomach and caress the curve of Bella's hip. But this really wasn't about me. It was for her. Something she needed.

Edward scooped Bella up and placed her bare and fucking perfect ass on the windowsill. She gasped and her body shuddered. Her head lolled back, and I heard a soft thud as it made contact with the window.

He spread her legs, and I couldn't help but squirm. Bella must have heard the movement; her eyes opened and found my face. I bit my lip and watched as Edward lowered his face between her legs.

Moans and grunts filled the air, and I felt my skin flush. I felt like a fucking supernova, right on the brink of implosion. My hands balled into fists as her back arched and her hand reached down to touch herself.

She came with a loud cry, and I could see her legs shaking in the spill of moonlight from the window. Gently, Edward placed her on her feet and walked her to the bed, which was less than five feet from where I sat. My blood pushed and my body craved, but I sat still.

I watched Bella's hands reach out to him, stroke him. He was glorious and so hard he looked as if he were in pain. "Give me your hands," Edward said, not taking his eyes off her face.

He took both her wrists in his hand and stretched them up over her head. She lay there completely exposed and panting, and I was sure I'd never see anything so exquisite ever again. A sound, maybe a moan, might have slipped pasted my lips and they both turned to me. Edward wore sexy smirk and Isabella looked…understanding.

"It's okay," she whispered before offering me a gentle, but sexy smile. She was giving me permission to enjoy this. More than that, she needed me to find pleasure in it.

Edward went back to kissing her neck, her shoulders, still holding her wrists in one hand and caressing her with his free hand. His hand trailed down her ribs, past her hip, and hooked under her knee. He let it linger there a moment, tickling her sensitive skin, before pushing her knee back toward her head. She was spread wide open for him. Her body gave away every secret she ever held when she writhed beneath him.

He kissed her mouth, softly at first, and then with much more passion and want; like he wanted to consume her, pull her into him. His face pulled back, watching her, and then he pushed forward and entered her quickly.

Both Isabella and I let out a moan. Hers was no doubt one of pleasure; mine was something closer to pain, to need. My hand slipped between my legs and my finger dipped beneath the black lace of my completely destroyed and rather expensive panties.

I pushed when he pushed, moaned when the sensation became too much for me, and watched in awe as two bodies took what they needed from other.

Bella's head tilted back and her hips pushed forward, meeting him, matching him thrust for thrust, push for pull. A smile ignited on Edward's face and he pulled her up on to his lap. Her throaty cry made me move my own fingers faster. She was close, he knew it, and I knew it.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rode him hard, half screaming, half whispering pretty little prayers. A soft giggle left her lips and she threw her head back as her orgasm rocked through her body.

The night didn't offer much light, but I could see her closed eyes and the thin layer of sweat covering her. I could see the gentle, satisfied smile pinned to her gorgeous face.

My own orgasm came on like a slow burn.

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EPOV

There was a moment, seconds before she came in my arms, where I felt something shift and give way. Like something being cut loose. Looking at her face, eyes closed, and a triumphant smile painted on her kissed red lips, I knew what it was. In that moment the connection between us, the things that held us together, became absolute. I felt each string stitch its way into my heart and tether me to her. Thick ribbons ran between us, joining our hearts and our souls like fucking concrete. And it was all because she'd finally let that last thin and tenuous straw from her past snap like a twig. All of those ties, past and present, now belonged to me. Every inadequacy she'd been made feel over the years finally cut loose. Every time she looked down at her body and wondered if she wasn't sexy enough, wasn't wanted or lusted after, snipped and floated off with rest of her past. She fully owned her body.

There was nothing holding her to Michael and the woman she'd become with him. She was wholly and completely Isabella Marie-soon-to-be-Cullen. She finally felt safe, solid, and secure right where she was, in my arms. I knew she never felt that way with Michael. When she'd conjured this fantasy in the past, Mike wasn't the one hovering over, sharing the moment. It was some faceless man, someone else giving her a safe place to be and to feel. To be adored and lusted after was what she wanted. I adored her, worshiped her, and desired her. And Molly, Molly's lust was fucking palpable. Molly wasn't a threat, she was a witness—someone to watch the last layers break away, someone who stood outside our little bubble but still plainly felt the adoration and well built trust between us.

The way Isabella moved against me told me she felt confident in her own sexuality. Aplomb was running thick in her veins now and coating her skin. She'd grown and changed in slight and subtle ways since we'd met. Slowly crawling out of her skin, shedding her past, now she was shiny and new and losing control in my arms.

I silently thanked Molly for her part in pushing Isabella that last few inches and making my Bella whole again.

End Notes: So given the theme of the chapter, I thought it would appropriate to mention the writing contest I'm judging/hosting along with GossipLips and JandMsMommy. Public Lovin' Twilight Fanfiction Writing Contest is all about those taboo, steamy, out in the open lemons. I'd put the link in, but links suck on FFN, so just type that shit in your search engine. We can be followed on Twitter as well. So pull on your pervy panties and go write me smut!

Some of you were terrified that Molly would steal Edward. No, no kittens. She was just for play. No worries.