For those of you feeling anxious, this story is all fun and fluff. The year was angsty enough!

Thank you to Frannie and Dani!

Day 19: April 1, 2020

Bella

12:37 PDT

Los Angeles, California

I'm dying to try the bidet and not even because I think it could get me off. I've always liked the idea of bidets, they seemed so much more hygienic to me, but growing up in bum-ass nowhere, I'd never crossed paths with one before.

Jasper and Alice head to the store to pick up cards for another game night. I wish they had taken Emmett too. He's hovering around me, stressing me out. He's left tiny pranks around the house all day, and either he's an evil mastermind who can predict my routine, or I have extraordinarily bad luck and am so far the only person who has come across them.

He's outside right now, giving me a moment of fucking peace, so I stand from the sofa.

Edward glances at me from his laptop. "I have to pee," I tell him.

He's immediately intrigued. "Are you going to use the bidet?"

I smirk at him. He's much too interested in this for it to be casual. "Do you want to watch me pee, you perv?"

Edward snorts. "Yeah, I'm not opposed to it."

I frown, cocking my head to the side. I've never been with anyone I've been this immediately comfortable with. Most guys get weird and cringe around me when I say or do anything vulgar or unexpected, but Edward dishes it right back to me. Somehow, some impossible way, he matches my kind of crazy.

I glance toward the backyard. I can see Emmett and Rose out there, sitting at the table and eating lunch. I look back at Edward, licking my lips.

"Come on," I say, reaching for him. He perks up, shutting his laptop and tossing it on the sofa. We head upstairs, stopping in the bathroom to look at the bidet.

"I'm going to try it out," I tell him. "If it's good, we'll get one for the other bathroom." I point with my chin down the hall.

Edward snorts, and I grin at him, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I can hear Edward move down the hall, and I turn to the bidet.

It turns out it's less sexy and more uncomfortable, at least, until I manage to adjust the settings. It doesn't get me off, and I don't really try, but I do feel pretty damn clean afterward.

When I'm done, I head down the hall. I see Edward hanging out on his bed, and I come into his room, shutting the door behind me. He looks up at me and grins when I make my way over.

"How was it?"

"You didn't hear me coming?" I ask dryly. Edward snorts again, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me down on top of him. I grin.

"You weren't in there nearly long enough to come," he murmurs against my neck. I moan as I feel his words vibrate through my body.

"Jealous, you can't get me off that fast?" I breathe, trying to maintain any sort of upper hand in this conversation but failing miserably.

Edward flips us over so fast, I don't realize what's happening until I'm on my back. He grins at me, his body pressing into mine in just the right ways so that my breathing hitches. He leans down, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, his breath hot, sending jolts of lightning straight through my body to my clit.

"I bet I could make you come without touching you," he says, pulling his body from mine, just enough that I can still feel the heat of him.

I grunt, reaching up to pull him back down, but he captures my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head while he rests the rest of his weight on his other arm and his knees.

"Edward," I whine, my hips jutting up, desperate to feel him again. He chuckles, and the sound is dark and delicious.

"We'll play with that idea later," he murmurs, leaning down to press an open-mouth kiss to my throat. "But you will come for me, Isabella."

Holy shit, hearing him use my full name has done things to me I didn't quite expect. I'm fucking drenched, my pussy aching for him to be inside it in some way, any way.

Edward settles back between my thighs, my arms still locked in his hold. I want to tug them free, run my fingers through his hair and rip that shirt off him. I want to trace lines between every freckle on his skin, map his constellations, and get lost in the galaxies swirling in his emerald eyes. He is worlds unknown, uncharted, and I want to be the first to discover all that his universe has to offer.

The feeling wells in me, taking hold and suffocating me until I can't catch my breath. I feel panicked, trapped by my sudden thoughts, but then Edward smiles at me, and the panic starts to ebb away.

"Just for the record, I don't want you to piss on me."

Edward's words jolt me the rest of the way out of my panic, and I giggle. "What?"

He grins, and it's a lazy, silly smile that makes my heart stutter just a tiny bit. "I'm more turned on by the fact that you'd be comfortable enough with me to piss. I don't actually have any interest in the pee itself."

I giggle, which turns into full-blown laughter. Edward laughs with me, and we collapse against each other, a tangle of limbs and giggles and smiles.

Duckward is getting through to Assbella it seems! These two absolutely make my day. I honestly never know what they are going to do or say. I had a plan for just about everyone else but a few chapters in and I realized these two were going to do things their own way.

Oh, and don't worry. Bella can give as good as she gets. ;)

See you loves tomorrow!