A/N: The support you've shown me on this little dream of mine is amazing. Thank you.

And I know it's gonna be the longest fic I've written, but I promise there's a method to my madness. :)

Chapter-52: Tender, Fender, Bender

Word Prompts: Tender, fender, bender

Choose one word and write what your imagination dictates. For an added challenge, include all three words in your entry.

~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~

Edward barely manages to close the door behind him before I turn him around and attack his lips with mine. "Bella …" he tries to mumble against my mouth, and I shut him up with my lips before moving my lips far enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"What're you doing?" he asks with a hint of a smile in his voice.

I smile against his collarbone. "What does it feel like?"

A shudder runs through his body, making me smile wider. His hands are on either side of my hips as he seems to be desperately fighting for control. "It feels like the purest form of torture," he replies when I pop the top button of his shirt, letting my lips follow the newly exposed skin.

"I can be tender if you like, baby," I whisper against his sternum.

His hands move downward to hold my ass in his hands as he pulls me up to his lips for a kiss. "As long as your cousin doesn't try to fight me off with a fender, I think I can handle a little roughness."

God! What's he trying to do to me?

I fight the urge to dry hump him right there against his door and instead, grab his collar in a fist. "Deal but only on one condition."

A sexy pout forms on his lips as he moves his head away from my hungry lips and asks, "What condition?"

"You'll give up over-thinking stuff," I tell him, taking his hands in mine and entwining our fingers together. "I'm not gonna leave you. I'm too much into you to let you go."

This time, his smile is big as he asks, "You're into me?"

"Hell yeah, I am. Besides, who else is gonna put up with my bat-shit crazy ass?"

He pulls my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles tenderly. Then he pulls me to him, grabbing my ass in his hands once more. "I'm all kinds of crazy for this ass," he says with a smile. "So no knocking it."

~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~

Lying on my back on Edward's very comfortable bed, I look at the pretty much perfect man lying next to me. "I thought you said no knocking my ass?"

"What?"

"You knocked my ass to the bed when you set me down, Mr. Cullen," I tell him, tapping his nose with a finger.

His smile turns into a frown as he puts a hand on my cheek. "I didn't hurt you, did I, baby?"

I bring my hand up to smooth the dip between his eyebrows. "I'm good. You can never hurt me, Edward," I tell him. "I trust you."

The smile that takes over his face when he hears me is so bright that I don't doubt for a second that it can light up the whole Seattle area.

"You're very precious to me, my beautiful girl," he says, kissing me softly. "I can never stand the thought of hurting you."

And I melt into his arms.

For the second time that night, I move to straddle him. "Let me show you how unhurt I am, ok?" I don't wait for his assent as I open the last few buttons of his shirt all the while keeping our lips attached.

"Bella, wait, baby," he says, breaking our kiss. "I didn't bring you here for this."

"I know," I reply, giving him a devious grin. "I asked you to bring me here. And we don't need to go there if you don't want to."

"I want to, believe me," he says, looking so damn unsure and unbelievably cute. "I just want to be a gentleman. Our first time should be special. I wanna make it special for you because you deserve the best, baby …"

Realizing that he's blabbing again, I put my finger on his lips. "Shh … I love that you want to give me that experience, pretty boy," I say. "I'm not gonna make you break your rules even though I think it'll be special no matter the time because it'll be with you. But …"

"But?"

"I'm a great rule bender," I whisper. "We can bend the rules a little, can't we?"

He nods vigorously as he goes for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head. "Hell yeah, we can."

We're laughing as we kiss and pull at our clothes, getting tangled in between the bed sheet and our limbs.

However, the moment he kisses the curve of my hipbone, my laughter dies and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Now it's his time to grin as he continues his journey downwards. And the moment his lips touch me through the thin cotton of my panties, I just about come. "Fuck!"

He hooks his fingers on my panties, pulling them down my legs with his eyes trained on my face. I know I should be shying away from the feeling of being so exposed to him, but I don't. I can't look away from his gaze.

"You were right about me," he says, looking right into my eyes from between my legs.

I'm a panting confused hot mess under his gaze. "About what?"

For a moment, I'm glad that he's removed my panties already because the smirk he gives me might've melted them anyway. "I am a pussy-lover," he says before sucking my clit into his mouth.

When he lifts his head, I can see the way he licks his lips. "I'm your pussy-lover, baby," he says. "And you taste very sweet, Miss Swan."

And yeah, that makes my head go completely blank as I come … just as he dives back in for more.

Fuck yeah! I need to get his mouth insured.

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Because I'm blind-typing, I apologize for any typos in there. And just a reminder, Redemption of A Lost Soul won't be posted today. I'll be up on Monday or Tuesday. Sorry for the delay, but typing without my glasses sucks.

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Ann