A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be rubbing my feet. I used to always think that was weird when I watched The Cosby Show and Dr. Huxtable rubbed his wife's feet, but now I get it. It's like heaven... :) Oh, and funny...Mrs. Huxtable's name was Claire, just like Rpattz's mom's name. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I ate yogurt for breakfast/lunch. I might need to eat something else. My tummy ain't happy right now... :(

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She's getting a migraine. I hate when that happens to her. It usually means it's about to happen to me, too. :(

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. They'll be getting lemony things from me today. I'm sure they're excited...and you will be soon, too. :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Taboo, but with a side of sweet. Enjoy it, you all seem to know (according to your reviews) that happy doesn't last forever. :D Don't worry, I'm thinking about 60 chapters for this, so how much trouble could these two get into? :D

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… Chapter Thirty Eight - Smooth … Edward …

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I smile when I hear Claire call me a prince. I smile at your laugh, too.

She isn't the only one who believes it. I can see it in your eyes.

"Claire Elizabeth, get back in your bed this instant!" you say, trying to be tough

She smiles before turning. She's gone. We are alone again. I want to kiss you more.

"Thanks for tonight, Edward. I've wondered about this moment, how this would be if we ever found each other again. Never in my wildest dreams did it turn out this good. Perfect."

Your eyes meet mine. I can see that you mean it.

"I know we didn't talk about a lot of things we need to, but that's okay. There's time." Your teeth sink into your lower lip, gnawing it a bit before you look back up at me. "Are you really coming back tomorrow?" you whisper.

What can I do to convince you? To prove that I'm being true?

I put my finger on your lip, tracing it and smoothing it with my touch.

"Yes, I promise. And we'll go to the park, and I'll buy us lunch from the hot dog man, and we'll watch our daughter play on the toys, and I'll buy ice cream if she wants it, and we'll talk, and I'll hold your hand, and I'll love you in public for the first time ever."

Your eyes tear up, your forehead wrinkling.

"Yeah?" you ask. It's nearly unhearable, but I see your lips move. See your eyes ask it, too.

"Yes. Nothing will keep me away. Not ever again. If you want me, I'm here."

"I want you. You have no idea how much I want you." Tears slide down your cheeks and I wipe them away with my thumbs. Kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips.

"I'll see you soon," I say. I won't say goodbye. Not ever again.

Tonight, my apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. It's too empty, too quiet, too big and cold. I want to go back to yours, but it's four in the morning. You're probably sleeping. Mrs. Cope may call the police on me if she hears me lurking around.

Not to mention, it's really not to safe around there. We'll need to discuss that.

And the walking home after work.

Now that I have you back, I won't lose you to some random thug who's looking for a cheap thrill or an easy fuck. No one is taking you away from me. Not ever again.

I have your phone number, but I don't know. Is it a cell or your house? If I knew it was a cell, I'd text you. Tell you I miss you. Tell you that even though I struggled through six years without you by my side, I can't sleep without you anymore. My body knows you're a possibility. It's fighting me.

I take a chance. I have to.

You awake? I miss you.

I send it off, not knowing if I'll hear anything tonight.

Within a minute, my phone buzzes.

Yes. I miss you, too. It's like now that you're back, I can't sleep without you. Though I never really got to sleep with you before. Strange, huh?

I laugh. I was just thinking the same thing.

I really do know you.

Is it too late for me to come back over? Is that crazy?

I wait, hoping you'll not think I'm completely insane. Hoping you'll see how head over heals I am for you. I'm crazy in love. It's pretty obvious, I think.

You want to come back? My bed's small, but I have my couch.

I smile. I'm not sleeping anywhere but next to you.

You're bed's big enough, we'll fit.

I grab clothes as I wait for your reply. Pull out my duffle bag and fill it with all the things I'll need for the morning.

I'm waiting, hurry up.

The drive over can't go by fast enough, and before I know it, I'm at your door, buzzing your apartment. I fly up the stairs, smiling when I see you standing in your open doorway, wearing a long shirt and nothing else.

Your legs are so smooth, creamy, and I can't stop looking.

I know I just saw them, all shining and otherworldly at the club, but this...this is heaven. The natural you, the real you. This is the Bella I love.

"You got here awfully fast."

I smile. "It felt like forever."

You pull me inside, closing the door behind us. My bag is forgotten on the floor, shoes kicked off, light switches flipped.

"Shhhh," you say, pulling me along behind you to your room, your bed.

It's against the wall, and you get in first. That's fine with me, I won't let you fall. Laying on my back, you pull the covers over us as my arm slides around you. I feel you curl into my side, and I shift, move, until you're on my chest.

"Good night, baby," I whisper, kissing your forehead before I bury my nose in your hair.

Sleep consumes me, and I've never slept so good before.

And I'm right, there is plenty of room for the two of us in your little bed.

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A/N: I don't have a cell phone. It's a good thing Edward doesn't try to text me...it wouldn't work. :D

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