Iiiii'm Baaaaaack!

Yes it's been a long time. I could go into a long ass story about why my RL got in the way of writing. How things have been a storm of bad like a tornado, flood, hurricane, and earthquake all wrapped into one, but I won't. I can only say that I'm sorry it has taken this long to continue writing this story. RL kidnapped our lovely Edward, held him for ransom and I had to get the money together before I could get him back. It took longer than I wanted and thankfully he was returned and not lost forever.

I truly do want to finish this story not just for you who are reading it, but for myself. I will say that RL should be under control and Edward should not be taken again. YAY!

Since it has been years since I have written a chapter, I didn't ask my old Betas to read this before I shared it with you. Therefore, any mistakes or problems are all mine. I hope you can forgive them as I didn't want to make you wait any longer for this chapter. It is shorter than my other ones, but like I said Edward has just barely started speaking to me again. I hope you enjoy it.

SM owns all things Twilight. This story however is mine and rated MA for a reason. Enjoy!

Bump-and-run: Defensive move to slow down the receiver and mess up offense timing of the play.

Chapter 35: Bump-and-run

The next morning a shit storm of epic proportions started. I had just finished telling Bella about Paul's phone call the night before, when Charlie and Sam came barreling through the front door. It was like world war three in my fucking house and I ran down the stairs to see what the fuck was happening.

All the security guards and staff, except Garrett and Gladys, were being fired by Sam. Charlie grabbed mine and Bella's cells off the desk in the foyer, broke them into pieces and new ones magically appeared in their place. Dudes in military outfits were using little silver boxes with antenna, red and green flashing lights, scanning the room. Locks were being changed on every door and window at the speed of light. I was about to have a shit fit when two huge mother fuckers came inside shutting me right the fuck up. I mean these guys were fucking huge, big gigantic sonsabitches. They made Emmett look like a God damn dwarf. They were introduced as Felix and Dimitri and left just as quickly as they came in.

I can say, after that, I took the shit going down like a champ. I only said a few choice words as I was literally picked up and moved. I started fucking pacing and nearly ripped out my hair during the fucking whirlwind of controlled chaos, but I was out of the fucking way.

Finally after nearly being fucking drove insane. I made my way into the kitchen and poured me a cup of coffee. I sat down at the bar and watched Gladys as she made breakfast. How she could be so calm and act like nothing was going on was beyond me.

"Don't this shit bother you?" I asked of her over the brim of my cup.

She didn't even look up, "Same shit different day." She shrugged.

Before I could respond Charlie was calling me back into the other room

"Does your private room have any other way in besides that door?" He asked as he pointed at the play room entryway.

"No…why?"

I got no fucking answer. He just turned around and started talking military shit with Sam. Sighing I decided to go back and finish my, probably now fucking cold, cup of coffee. As I turned I noticed Bella was sitting stoically on the stairs.

"Bella?" No answer. "Bella." I repeated again, but she still didn't respond. I walked over to her and ran my fingers down the side of her face.

"Bella…baby you okay?" She leaned into my touch and gave me a sad smile. I was about to sit down and make sure she was okay but Charlie was calling for me again.

"How does air get in?" He pointed toward the play room as if I wouldn't know what he was referring to.

"Why?" I said a little more irritated than I probably should have, but for fuck sake I wanted to know what the hell was happening.

"How does the air get into there?" He repeated.

"It's a completely separate area from anything in the house. It has its own generator under the floor. There is a panel that you lift and then climb down. It takes you into another room which also houses the breaker box and water system."

"So nothing in that room is attached to the house?"

"No. Why?"

Charlie and Sam ignored me and just fucking stared at each other. I looked back to Bella like she may have the fucking answer but just shrugs.

"Charlie?" I ask again.

"So everything is separate?" Sam speaks over me still staring at Charlie.

"Yes!" I reply through gritted teeth. Sam nods at Charlie who turns around and addresses me.

"After you called me last night and informed me of your impromptu call with Paul, I called Sam. We were up half the night trying to figure out what the Christ to do. There is no sign of Paul anywhere and nothing we have done can find the bastard. We are completely fucked. He's disappeared and we're left holding our dicks in our hands."

"So someone on this side has to be working with him." Sam stated.

"I told Sam I had no clue who the hell it would be so we decided we'd have to do something in case there was a mole."

"That's when Charlie and I came up with a new plan." Charlie took over for Sam.

"We're bringing in our own security and staff. We are also going to turn your playroom into a fucking fortress and move you guys in there." I heard Bella inhale sharply.

What the fuck?

"We're going to add extra locking mechanisms like retinal scans and have a twenty-four hour guard on this door. Bella will also have her own private guard that will go with her everywhere. If we can't find Paul, well then, we do everything we can to protect you two and wait for him to come to us." With that Charlie and Sam stormed off into some other part of the house. I just stood there in shock.

I turn around, but Bella is no longer on the stairs.

I go to the kitchen thinking maybe she went to eat but she isn't in there.

"Hey Glady's have you seen Bella?"

"No dear, but breakfast is ready when you find her."

"Okay…Thanks."

I take the stairs two at a time and find her in our bedroom. She's setting on the window bench hugging her legs to her chest as she stares outside into the back yard.

"Bella?" She doesn't turn to look at me, "Baby?"

I hear a sniffle as I get closer and take a seat by her feet. I see a tear streak down her cheek and I open my mouth to speak, but she beats me to it.

"This isn't what you signed up for. I'm so sorry Edward." She whispers.

"Baby it's alright." I place my hand on her leg.

"No…it's not." She says still staring out the window.

"Bella…," she interrupts me before I can ask her to look at me.

"It's one thing for me to have to worry about staying safe. I've been doing this…life of running long enough that I'm used to it…" Tears start pouring down her face and I reach over to wipe them off, but she pulls back.

"but now…your having to give up your freedom…your room…"

"I-" I start, but she sits up and looks at me with anger. "If you say you don't mind…" She shakes her head and swallows, "It's your playroom Edward! It's part of who you are. It's what you need…what you've done for so long… I've taken too much already! I can't…I won't take that too!"

"Bella." She holds up her hand.

"I love you…I do, but" She wipes away the tears and my heart breaks. "you stopped going to the Iron Mask, you don't have any subs," she blanches on the last word, " and you…" she starts sobbing but she continues. "you…don't get…you stopped having…the sex…I can't do this to you…" she hiccups. I lift her onto my lap and wipe away a stray fucking tear that has somehow came out of my own fucking traitorous eyes.

"Shhh…" I hold her tightly stroking her hair and let her cry. I don't know how long we sit there, but after a while her sobbing stops.

"Hey." I say rubbing her back and she sniffles. I reach over onto the little table next to the bench and grab a couple tissues from the box. I hand them to her and she blows her nose. I still can't see her face because she's hiding behind her long beautiful hair.

"Baby…please…look at me." I try to lift her chin. She refuses to budge.

"Please?" I try again and this time she lets me lift her face. I lean forward and kiss her forehead, then her nose, then above each eye.

"I love you so much Isabella." I state adamantly as I move back to look her in the eye. "I'd rather give up every fucking thing I have as long as I have you with me."

"But,"

"No!" I say a little too forcefully and have to check myself. I continue in a softer tone. "I want you…no I need you to understand something. I did need that kind of sex…" She goes to speak, but before she can I continue. "Or at least I thought I did." I shake my head in exasperation. "It was the only way I could get off…until you." Her eyes widen in surprise. "I don't need it anymore."

"But…I don't understand…how. I mean Kate..." I use my thumb to smooth out the little v that has formed between her eyebrows.

"You're not Kate…" She blanches and I hurry to continue before she misunderstands me. "I get great satisfaction from you…because…I LOVE you. I thought I loved her, but what I feel for you is so different. You have made me realize just how meaningless the sex was before you. Yes I would get off and enjoy myself, but it meant not a damn thing. I'm not having meaningless sex anymore because I'm not fucking. I'm making love… to the beautiful woman who satisfies my body, heart and soul." She smiles up at me.

"There's my beautiful girl." I smile right back as I tap the end of her nose with my finger. She blushes as she tucks her head under my chin. I pull her close to me and we just sit.

"Edward?" she says after what seems like forever.

"Hmm?"

"What if you get tired of me or…vanilla?" She whispers vanilla and I can't help it but I chuckle.

"Silly, silly Bella. I could never get tired of you…or yes…Vanilla." She lifts her head.

"What if I don't want vanilla?" She asks as she raises her eyebrows in challenge.

I laugh, "Well…then I guess we'll switch to chocolate?"

"I don't want chocolate either." She pouts.

"Well what do you want then?" I asked confused and I see something different in her eyes.

"Some love…" She runs her hand down my face, across my lips and down my chest. "some spankings and toys…" I can't help the groan that escapes me. "maybe a little bit of both at the same time…" She leans up and nibbles on my ear as her hand goes lower. "or even your cock…" She whispers in my ear as her hand reaches the top of my jeans and I seriously growl like a fucking cave man. She looks up at me and smiles. "or maybe what I really want… what I wouldn't mind every once in a while…is some…fucking." She states as she grabs my now hard length and by all that's holy I give her exactly what she wants.