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Dear God.

After what felt like a lifetime with Edward, Bella had thought the surprises were over. That her husband couldn't bring out anything else that would leave her speechless. She was so wrong. She blinked, staring at him in a daze... Of all the imaginary conversations she'd had in her head with him, talks when she'd pretended Edward was opening up or saying something along the lines of "the right thing," it had never been about some kind of recognition. But this... this was exactly what she needed to hear, to know that he admired her, even curiously, more than hearing him say he loved her. And the emotionally charged kiss he'd just given her? That broke her heart.

Now, Edward's frown was on his face, his mind scheming a thousand things, his silence speaking louder than a thousand words. Bella knew him too well, so she didn't think twice as she stood on her tiptoes and cupped his handsome face and pulled him back in for another kiss. She wanted to thank him in her own way too, it was only supposed to be for a second, as if her lips did that it-was-nothing. However, just as she was about to pull away, Edward grabbed her hair again and held her still. Their lips met again... and again... and again... and again, tilting their heads, prolonging the contact until she was drowning, until she desperately needed to dig her hands into his brassy hair, tangle her legs around his hips... he broke away with bated breath and Bella's muscles turned to rubber at the dark hunger that glowed in the depths of his emerald eyes, leaving her floating and dizzy.

"You're welcome," the brunette stammered breathlessly before smiling slightly. "Can't say that was all a pleasure, though."

"I know." Edward laughed a hoarse laugh, shaking his head before turning suddenly serious. "Can I ask you something?"

Bella instantly tensed.

"Ask" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, then looked at her for a few moments as if thinking his words through.

"Do you like it when I kiss you?" Bella gasped a couple of times, blushing. What a way to constantly surprise her.

"W-Why do you ask me that?" Edward shook his head.

"I don't know, maybe because with you I've always... taken, more than I've given, and I wonder if that ever, in any way, made you happy."

Bella pursed her lips, and though she thought he might be able to explain a little more, or she could ask him something, it turned out to be impossible, for her mouth was dry. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck again, letting his scent and imposing presence soothe her.

"Yes." Saying that, she put her lips on Edward's neck and kissed him. "Of course that makes me happy. Always." Edward slid his hand down her back, up to the nape of her neck where he stroked her curly hair.

"Thank you for that, it's... you're amazing, Bella, thank you for always being there."

The feeling of familiarity that her husband's arms around her body inspired in her was very pleasant. It always made her feel good, because she had never experienced anything like it in her life. Edward knew every curve, Bella's hips, and thighs. He knew where to caress, where to squeeze and which places to bite, he also knew how to hold her and how to move and arch so that the sex was on another level. So he probably shouldn't have asked such a silly question. Bella looked at him, he was Edward but at the same time he was not. And in that moment, she understood that she didn't care whether or not he would say the words she wanted to hear so badly, because by his actions she felt more wanted than any other way.

"Do you want to take me somewhere else?" She whispered hotly, even with her heart pounding; Edward blinked a couple of times before frowning.

"Were you drinking?" Bella laughed nervously, moving closer to him.

Unsheathing her rusty seduction skills that she hadn't used in what seemed like forever, she leaned in and tilted her face towards his. She stopped when only a whisper of air separated their lips. Edward's eyes darkened and grew heavier, and he felt a sudden sense of relief. He wasn't pushing her away. He wasn't making her feel like an idiot for wanting to kiss him. She was surprised at how much that mattered to him.

"Come on, Edward, let's get out of here."

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Edward tugged on Bella's hand, and they began to walk briskly out of the place.

On the way, his gaze met James' who was watching them like a bloody hawk, as if ready to pounce on him if he had done anything to upset Bella. He had to give him credit, he was worried about Isabella for better or worse, but he had to make it clear to him that his presence was never going to make him any different than a friend to his wife, and that if the idea that that could change was going around in his shitty brain...

Edward pulled Bella close against his chest, sliding his hand somewhat possessively around her small waist, leaning down, whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked, and when she laughed softly, asking him to continue, James's face fell. Yes, sometimes you had to make things clear without getting into so much trouble, trampling over stupid possible conceptions and all that. So he went on his way, leading his wife quickly to the car.

Damn it. His heart thundered in his chest. He wanted her now, and who cared who saw or heard what? Except Edward. His mind just wanted to get his wife home, where they both belonged. He wanted more than anything to do that, but he was afraid of waking the children. He couldn't go to Emmett's either...

"What are you thinking?" Bella asked softly, the heat in her voice, barely tangible, settling on Edward's skin like a fever. She was almost on top of him, and it was all going so fast, including the part where he was skipping Leah's rules, but he didn't care.

"I don't know, shit..." he laughed in a disbelieving sound, turning his head to meet his wife's lips briefly. I don't know where to take you.

"We're just going to a hotel." Edward clenched his jaw at the image that opened before him, Bella between silken sheets, naked, so ready, always so...

"Are you sure?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Don't make me beg."

The drive after that had been quiet, tense, the air in the car so charged with sex that he felt it on his skin, as if a mere touch could set him aflame. The attendant at the hotel desk looked at them alternately, as if they were a pair of fiery teenagers asking for a room, but he couldn't give a shit. Unfortunately, the elevator didn't come alone, and they couldn't touch, though Edward held Bella close to him and just breathed the scent on her neck to calm himself, but as soon as they were out of that confinement, he had her in his arms and was carrying her towards the door of the room in a not at all civilised manner. He kissed her as he kicked the door shut, his heart going wild with desire. He needed her like he needed air, and until he had her under him, he felt as if he might suffocate.

He laid her on the bed with far less roughness than might be expected from a starving man like him, and as he watched her, he told himself that this was the right thing to do, even if his therapist disagreed, because he was sure that he really had undergone a change, over the weeks he'd had one reality check after another, faced the fact that he'd been stuck in the past, that he was far from perfect, that he had to discover who he really was and what he wanted. Almost lost in lust, he looked up, meeting Bella's hot gaze. And it was so damn hot to see that same lack, that need, diffused through her chocolate eyes... Bella leaned into him, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulled hard dragging him into her mouth, panting with desperation, and he knew she too had stopped caring about the past, it was time to make new memories.

With his wife.

Isabella, who had saved his life, cared for him, who had given him a reason to live by making him a father and had always been a support when he had drifted. Edward broke away from her to pull the suit off along with the rest of the clothes, and rejoined her on the bed, noticing the tempting dress kicked out at the foot of the bed, Bella lay gloriously naked. And when she sat up to go to him, he pushed her back against him to cover her with his body. Their gazes met, and Edward's pulse thundered in his ears. Bella smiled with cheeks aflame with passion, sliding her fingers along his jaw, the heat of her touch spreading through him, sizzling on his skin.

Lowering his mouth to hers, the sensation in his chest expanded again, and he kissed her in a quieter way, taking things slow and without haste, as if they weren't both ready to catch up. And despite being skin against skin, Edward managed to keep his hands drifting over the less intimate parts of her body, caressing her shoulders, her neck, her arms. Bella didn't play like that. No, his wife's nails marked his back before landing on his ass, where she dug her fingers into his buttocks as she rocked against him, moving her sex against his erection. They both groaned at that, but he wasn't ready yet.

Well, he was ready physically, by God he was, but not mentally. He needed to be methodical, attentive, possessive. Isabella was his, and she was going to be clear about that when he was done with her. Tangling his fingers in her long hair, he let his other hand move to her abdomen, caressing the curve of her breasts, feeling the taut skin beneath his palm. Edward had always been a rather passionate man, but this felt like a different kind of passion. It was an all-consuming desire for another being. Wanting to be something better for someone, that was what his existence boiled down to.

"I need you to trust me, I'm not going anywhere without you," he whispered against her lips.

"Edward, let's not talk about anything right now..." She arched beneath him, hooking a leg around his waist to make an almost impossible friction to bear. Edward gritted his teeth and looked into her eyes, determined to make sure she understood what he meant.

"I adore you, Bella. I adore you, and I want this to be the beginning of something new, not the continuation." She stopped urging him on, standing still.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't want to think about anything I was in the past, I don't want to remember anyone who stayed there either, I want to erase it, forever. I'm going to leave it all behind. Can you do that too?"

"Are you sure?" She asked, even a little pale; Edward rubbed her cheek with his knuckles.

"I'm sure about us. Do you think you can forgive me?" He nibbled at the sensitive skin between her neck and collarbone before licking it with his tongue. "Can you deal with the man I am now?"

She closed her eyes, her fingers stroking into his hair, her slender body shuddering beneath his, it was an eternal few minutes befo7re she could get a word in edgewise.

"I'm going to try," she finally whispered, huskily. I really want that, to deal with this new you.

"I'm glad you said that" he smiled triumphantly, his chest finally feeling light as he slid his mouth to his throat. Because the guy I am now, that's who I want to be forever.

I don't have much to say except that I hope you're enjoying this because by next week, this story will be finished :D