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Enjoy Chapter-38 and I'll see you at the end of this chapter!

Chapter-38: A Taste of Coffee and Bella

BPOV

I was too warm. "Wait, is that an arm hanging over my ass?" That was the first thought that came to my mind after waking up.

I held my breath and slowly opened my eyes hoping to see the owner of the said arm. What I saw was the slightly smiling face of my husband and all of the previous night came rushing back to me. A sigh left me as I thought, "Edward was my husband now—in every sense of the word."

I looked down, trying to take an inventory of the situation and saw that we were both naked, under the covers, and Edward's hand was now cupping my ass while my hand was resting on his chest. Hmm… not a bad situation to wake up to.

I remembered the caring way he had been with me the night before and the way he had held me in his arms afterwards. He was the most tender-hearted and caring man I could have ever met, I was sure of it.

With a smile on my face, decided to wake him up. I slowly leaned in and placed a kiss on the light smattering of hair on his chest. The smile on his face broadened. Again, I kissed his chest before reaching with my hand to brush against the faint pink mark still visible on his neck. Something that sounded like my name came out of his mouth in a mumble.

Feeling bolder now, I started to drag my hand down his chest, and then, I felt something poke my thigh. "Well, hello there! Good morning to you too!" I could feel my ovaries trying to flirt with him. As the thought occurred to me, I giggled, and then I felt the hand on my ass squeeze my ass cheeks softly.

"What's so funny?" he asked me sleepily. I looked up at him guiltily, only to see that damn smirk playing on his lips.

Oh God! Has he been awake during my exploration? I felt my cheeks heat up.

Edward slowly started running the hand on my ass up and down my lower back while his other hand came up to take hold of my chin. He used his knuckles to tilt my head, and then moving his hand to hold it against my cheek, he kissed me.

It was a slow and leisurely kiss but it still made my toes curl—just a little bit. And then he smiled against my lips. "I told you you'd be blushing for a month. See you're already blushing like crazy," he murmured.

Not wanting to be the only one to lose control, I smiled sweetly at him and moved my hand from his stomach down to his friend who had been poking my thigh for some time.

As soon as my hand wrapped around his head, I felt a shudder go through his body. I looked up innocently at him and asked, "You were saying, baby?"

He chuckled before shaking his head at me, "You are the most dangerous woman in my life."

I grinned at him and then squeezed him lightly. "You better remember it, Mister." Then I felt him harden further in my hand and my concentration got diverted. Hey, I was a virgin up until last night. I can ogle my man if I want to.

However, my intention of ogling and possibly doing something more went out of the window when Edward kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear and asked, "How are you feeling, Bella?"

I thought for a minute before answering, "I'm fine; a little sore maybe. I'm not sure I can walk without giving that little fact away, but other than that, I am quite content here—in your arms." I knew that sounded cheesy but I was feeling cheesy so I told my inner bitch to shove it and went back to eyeballing my man.

He smiled shyly at my Cheshire cat like grin and said, "How about a shower? I kind of read somewhere that hot shower is good for… umm… sore muscles."

I bit my lip, not wanting to leave him alone but a shower sounding really good too. As if he could read my damn mind, he kissed my forehead and then said, "I want to take care of you. Please, Bella, I haven't had anyone to take care of before. Let me. We can pick this up later." He squeezed my hip slightly as he said the word 'this'.

My heart clenched at his words. It's been doing that quite a lot recently. Maybe something's going on with my heart. I shook off that thought and then asked him, "Are you sure?"

When he nodded eagerly, I grabbed his hand and sat up on the bed. Then I said boldly, "Fine. But you'll have to join me."

A bright smile lit his face as he winked at me. "I won't have it any other way, baby."

EPOV

When Bella stood up from midst of the layers of sheets covering her, I had to bite back a moan. It was ridiculous how much she could turn me on by simply standing naked.

Determined to be the perfectly caring husband, and hoping to show her that I was desperately falling for her, I ignored my dick's begging for another round and led her towards my bathroom.

She was trying not to blush, but I could see her blush spreading from her face, down her neck to her chest. Stopping her with a touch of my hand on her hip, I went ahead to get the hot water running. While I was waiting for the water to heat up, I surreptitiously looked at the exquisite creature that was my wife.

Her brown waves of hair was tumbling down her back, brushing the sides of her breasts before falling down over her flat stomach. Her eyes were bright warm pools of chocolate. Her cheeks would've put cherry tomatoes to shame and her lips—her lips were curved in a beautiful breath-taking smile. God! She's the perfect depiction of Aphrodite. She's my Aphrodite.

I held out my hand to her when the water was hot enough, and she daintily placed her small hand in my larger one.

A sudden giggle burst out of her lips, making me raise a questioning eyebrow. She shook her hand at me and laughed again, before saying, "It just occurred to me that we were behaving like regency world gentleman and lady while we are both standing her completely naked."

I chuckled at her train of thought. What goes in that mind of hers, I'd never guess! Then playing the part of the naked gentleman she had portrayed me in, I bowed down in front of her and asked in a formal voice, "Will Mi'lady want to join this man in a very relaxing shower?"

She rolled her eyes at my silliness before nodding. "Why, I'd be delighted, Sir."

Then, not liking the distance between us, I yanked her into my arms and stepped under the shower head. She gasped when the water first hit her body before letting out an appreciative moan. Trying very hard not to reenact the night before when she made those sounds for a very different reason, I reached for my shampoo bottle.

When she saw me holding the bottle, she frowned and said, "I don't have my shower things in here. Maybe I should…"

I quickly smacked a kiss on her lips, stopping her from talking and then offered, "Maybe you should share mine. I did say in my vows that what's mine is going to be yours."

She bit her lip and nodded, and I couldn't help but smirk at her. "Besides, I kind of like the idea of you smelling like me all day."

Bella snorted in her cute way. "Yeah, I bet you would like that. You're such a caveman sometimes," she said.

When I didn't say anything else, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her head before whispering, "I like the idea of me smelling like you as well. Maybe I'm a cavewoman to your caveman."

With a grin on my face, I shampooed her hair and then poured a little body wash on my hands and started to rub the suds on her. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I crouched down in front of her and laid a light kiss just over her bare lips before thoroughly cleaning her. The shiver that ran down her body made me determined to explore that part more in the future.

Just as I was running my hands down the outsides of her thighs, she grabbed hold of my hair and tugged lightly. Realizing she wanted me to stand up, I did just that, and then she attacked me—first with her lips and then with the shampoo.

I don't think I had ever had a more arousing shower before. When she finally reached my dick—with her hand slick with soap—I swear, the fucker was weeping with relief.

She had a determined look on her face as she rubbed me and the moment she brushed her finger over the head, I almost begged her, "Bella, baby, stop or I'm gonna come."

She looked me in the eye and smiled before saying, "Good. That's what I want you to do. I want to take care of you too, Edward. Please."

With a resigned groan, I crushed my lips against hers as her hand started moving faster. Result? Her hands being covered with my jizz soon after that and then her washing me clean once again. She makes me feel like the luckiest fucker in the world.

-OTC-

Once we were out of the shower and wrapped in towels, Bella asked me, "So I'm sure you've worked up an appetite. What do you want for breakfast?"

My stomach grumbled at the sound of food and I grinned. "It's our day off. Why don't you go and get dressed and then we'll go out for breakfast?"

She smiled shyly at me and said, "I'd like that. I'll be back in a few."

With a light kiss on my lips, she went out of the room—leaving me grinning like an idiot.

-OTC-

We were half-way through our breakfast of bagels and sandwiches at a nearby bistro, when Bella suddenly made a squeak-like sound. Alarmed, I quickly turned to see what it was and saw that she was grinning at the flyer a kid had handed us when we were walking here from home.

I craned my neck to read it over her head but found it to be a usual advertisement thing. What's up with the squeak?

Bella must have detected the confusion on my face because she gave a sheepish smile before holding the flyer out to me. I took it from her hand and read it. It was about some coffee shop that had just opened up. I was still confused when I met Bella's eyes.

She excitedly pointed out the address of the place and said, "It's right across the street from home. We can get coffee to go from there before going to work."

I frowned at her. "I thought you liked the coffee maker?"

She nodded. "I do. I love it, Edward. But it's a different type of fun getting coffee from coffee shops some days," she said excitedly.

I shrugged before saying, "I still don't get it."

She huffed and held up the remaining piece of my bagel to my lips. "Here, eat up," she commanded.

I eyed her suspiciously before taking the whole thing in my mouth and then started to chew. After I had swallowed the mouthful of food, she took my hand and stood up. "C'mon. I'm gonna take you to that place. You're gonna have coffee with me, Mister."

I started to complain about not wanting to have coffee, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my cheek. "Trust me, Edward. You'll like it."

I couldn't say no to the earnest expression on her face. So I threw down some money on the table and interlaced our fingers. Then I said, "Alright, Mrs. Cullen, lead the way," making her giggle once again.

-OTC-

By the time we got to the coffee shop, Bella's excitement was almost palpable. When I stopped before the place to look up at the shop's name, Bella tightened her hold on my hand and pulled me in through the door.

It was the first time I had been inside an establishment like that in the US and it actually was pretty nice.

There was a low hum of people talking and moving around. I turned to look at Bella and saw her take a deep breath with her eyes closed.

A happy smile came on to her lips as she opened her eyes and looked at me and asked, "See what I was talking about? The smell of coffee and the sound of people—it's actually pretty awesome, don't you think?"

I smiled down at her and reached up to tangle my hand in her hair. I hugged her close to me and buried my nose in her hair. Then I said in a muffled voice, "You're wrong. The smell and the sound are both breath-taking." As I let her go, she blushed, knowing I was talking more about her than the place.

"Well, come on, we should order." She started walking towards the counter with me in a tow.

There was an elderly woman at the counter. She saw us and smiled, "Welcome to Jane's Coffee Shop. What can I get you, sweetheart?"

I wanted to ask for black tea but Bella's excitement for having me share coffee with her made me reconsider. So I looked at Bella for help, not knowing that much about coffee.

She took the hint and said in a pleasant manner, "Hi, I'd like a Vanilla Mocha and he'll have a…" she considered for a minute before asking me, "You always prefer black, right?" I nodded, not sure where she was going with it.

She turned back to the lady and said confidently, "Long Macchiato with cocoa." The woman smiled at us and told us to have a seat.

After we were seated at a nearby table, I asked Bella, "What did you order for me?"

She bit her lip, suddenly looking unsure, and murmured, "It's a Macchiato. It has less milk than latté and I figured you'd like to try that since you drink black tea. If you want, I can change it to something else."

I frowned and asked, "These latté and macchiato are all coffee? Why use so many names for one thing? Why not call it all coffee? I mean, for tea, there's just tea."

Bella laughed lightly and leaned forward to straighten my furrowed brows with her fingers. Then she smirked. "You are a tea-lover and you don't know that tea comes in different flavors as well? Boy! You have a lot to catch up on. Lucky for you, I am a total coffee-chick."

I was about to open my mouth to give her a smart-ass reply when the bell at the counter rang, indicating that our orders were up.

Before I could get out of my seat Bella was standing there at the counter, taking the coffee mugs from the old lady. I saw the woman whisper something in Bella's ear. Then Bella turned to look at me and blushed before saying something to the woman in return. Man, I think they're talking about me. Is my hair sticking up too funny?

As I was running my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it down a little, Bella came back to the table. "You know if you keep doing that, your hair will stick out in every direction and people are gonna think that I electrocuted you or some shit. Your hair looks fine, Edward," she said, as she put down a mug before me.

I narrowed my eyes at her and asked, "What were you and the woman talking about?"

She smiled before replying in a teasing tone, "Wouldn't you like to know?" Yes, I would actually, very much. Did she tell you my hair makes me look like a scarecrow and to dump my ass?

I was still considering if I should ask her that when she huffed. "It's nothing, Edward. She was just making small talk. Go ahead and try your coffee."

I complied and just before taking a sip I looked at her. With my eyes trained on her, I took my first sip of coffee. "Hmm, it's not that bad. Well, it's not bad actually." I took another sip. "It's actually pretty good. Maybe I should try this again someday."

As the thought crossed my mind, my eyes narrowed at the smile starting to peek at her lips. "Okay, what did you do? Why are you smiling like that?" I demanded.

She giggled at my sudden outburst. "I didn't do anything. I simply bought you coffee. And I am smiling at the way you were smiling. I think I can successfully say that I have converted you to a coffee lover."

I fake-scowled at her for being so good at reading me, and said, "Not a coffee-lover yet, Bellarina; maybe a coffee-tolerant is the right term."

She snickered at me, letting me know she had seen through my act, and started on her own coffee. The way her lips wrapped around the rim of the mug reminded me of the way those lips had kissed me not even a whole hour ago.

I must've stared at her lips for too long because she looked curiously at me, and then held out her mug to me. "Do you want to taste this one? It's one of my favorite drinks."

I shook my head, trying clear out the haze of lust clouding my brain and returned to my own coffee.

When we were finished, Bella paid for the coffee, saying that it was her treat to me and then we left the place—holding hands.

Once we got back home, I helped Bella out of her jacket. She thanked me and started to move towards the staircase when I wrapped one arm around her middle from behind and span her around to face me. And then I kissed her.

Bella sighed into my mouth and then licked my lips, urging me to open up—which I did, gladly. The moment out tongues touched, my hold on her waist tightened. After what felt like hours, I started to feel light-headed and separated our mouths to allow the both of us to breathe.

Bella kept running her hand through my hair and I had to taste her once more. Kissing down the line of her jaw and then moving towards her ear, I placed a kiss right below the sensitive spot I had found there and whispered, "Coffee is not that bad. But I like the taste mixed with my favorite flavor better."

She panted and moved her head to the side, allowing me more space to kiss. "What's your favorite flavor?" she asked in a breathy voice.

I smirked at her half-closed eyelids and said seriously, "You."

Immediately, blood rushed to her cheeks making me chuckle. She really was a beautiful mixture of innocence and mischief.

BPOV

After lunch, Edward and I were sitting in the library on the recliner—well, he was sitting on the recliner, and I was sitting on his lap.

I was just turning a page of the novel I was reading when my eyes caught the date on the issue of the health magazine in his hands. December? It's December already? I looked down at the date on Edward's watch and almost gasped. December 14th? Where did the time go? Christmas was ten days away and I still hadn't gotten anyone anything! Shit! I need to buy Edward's present. It's our first Christmas. I can't not give him a present.

Edward must have noticed my suddenly stiffened posture because he kissed the back of my neck right below the silver chain he gave me for my birthday. Then he asked softly, "What's wrong, Bella?"

I slowly turned around to face him and replied in a shocked voice, "Edward, it's December. We haven't done any Christmas shopping yet. What are we gonna do? I hate shopping. The stores will be crowded by now." I was to the point of starting to hyperventilate at the mere thought of shopping.

Edward brushed his thumb against my lip, effectively silencing my rant and said in a soothing voice, "Breathe, Bella. I'll tell you what we're gonna do. We're going to get ready and then head out to shopping. If we can tackle grocery shopping together, how difficult can Christmas shopping be?"

I felt myself relaxing at his calming words, not knowing the answer to his question- very.

-OTC-

After four hours of gruesome haggling, ribbing, poking and walking in the shopping mall, we finally got back home—with presents for everyone—except ourselves. I had managed to make Edward browse through clothes for Alice and ran off to a musical equipments store to order his present. I was quite positive that my insane ninja techniques have successfully avoided detection.

When I got back to where I had left him, Edward was still looking like a lost boy among throngs of cashmere scarves.

I, on the other hand, was on the look out to see if he was trying to give me the slip. But he did not. I don't usually like getting presents, but the swan pendant he had gotten me for my birthday made me a tiny bit excited to see what he was going to get me this time. Well, I'm sure I can wait.

Because we were both tired, I decided to do something light for dinner. As I was starting to chop up chicken for my stir fry, Edward came into the kitchen to offer to help me out.

This time, he picked to chop the onions himself and the one he chopped was actually symmetrical! I mentally patted myself on the back for being such a great tutor while giving him a congratulatory kiss. He was my onion chopping master after all!

After dinner, we went up to our rooms and as I moved to enter mine, Edward caught my wrist and asked, "Will you sleep in here tonight?" He pointed to his bedroom.

I smiled, feeling both shy and relieved that he wanted me with him. I nodded and said softly, "If you want me to."

He grinned at me. "Of course, I do, baby." Telling him that I'll be back in a few, I went to my room to get ready for bed.

When I knocked at the open door of his room, Edward looked up at me from under the covers and held out his arms. Feeling like a little kid, I almost jumped on the bed and into his arms.

He hugged me tightly to his chest, allowing me to breathe in his scent. After a few moments he softly asked me, "How are you feeling?"

I thought for a second, before realizing what he was actually asking. Then I smiled at him and replied, "Not sore."

Apparently, that was the answer he was looking for because with a chuckle, he kissed me and then we were caught in the magic we had created the night before.

Right before falling asleep in his arms, I thought to myself, "Edward was right—we really are amazing together."

A/N: Any guesses what the Christmas presents are going to be?

The songs I used for this chapter are: Hummingbird Heartbeat by Katy Perry and One Thing by One Direction.

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Ann