While The Doctor's Away...

(the kids will play)

By BloodRedLust

Summary: Bella discovers that her new family have the occasional tendency to get closer to each other than she ever dreamed, but will her and Edward participate? Various chapters written from varying POV's. All Vampire, No Jacob. Set after Renesmee's birth and Bella's transformation.

WARNING: Contains material of an explicit nature, please do not read if under aged or easily offended. No, seriously, this is some full on porn. If you can't vote or buy booze, you shouldn't be here. You've been warned. xx

Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, I just let them have a little more fun than she did. This is my own work based on characters I have borrowed from her. I own nothing.

AN: I originally wrote and published this story on FFnet in 2008-2009 but it ended up being removed from this site completely in 2012 due to 'inappropriate content', which broke my heart because I also lost the 2000+ reviews and comments it had collected as well, and it has honestly taken me most of the last 9 years to build up the courage to put myself out there again, so now I'm finally reposting it here. I have been rebitten by the twilight bug since the release of Midnight Sun and I plan to start writing for this fandom again. I'm not blackmailing for reviews, I hate it when writers do that, but please understand how motivating they are for any writer, so if you are enjoying this story, please drop me a note to let me know.

This story has remained incomplete for the past 12 years, I only ever wrote 8 chapters of it ... but I am even now, as we speak, working on chapter 9, and I have plans for a 10th chapter as well so that I can finally mark it as 'complete' ... I just hope I can still do it justice and keep in the same tone that I wrote in 12 years ago. I guess we will see ... ;)

xx BRL

Bella POV

I walked slowly back to the cottage... for once in absolutely no rush to be alone with my husband. I'd been at the house with Rose for most of the day... she and I were feeling Renesmee's absence more than the others. Carlisle and Esme had left with her this morning to take her to Boston for the week. Carlisle had to go for a medical conference at Harvard, and of course Esme would go with him... but Edward had heard a yearning in his mothers' head that he'd been unable to ignore. She longed to spend some uninterrupted, if not somewhat stolen, 'Mom' time with the newest, and arguably the most enigmatic Cullen.

Of course she would never ask, but Edward, being Edward, would do practically anything to bring a smile to his mother's face, so the night before they were due to leave, Edward had broached the subject with me, asking how I would feel to spend a few days without my daughter. Of course I was reluctant, but how could I deny sweet, lovely, gentle Esme something that she had been denied for 100 years?

So this morning we had approached Edward's parents with the offer to take our baby girl for a holiday. I had thought that Esme was going to collapse, she was so ecstatic at the idea. Sobbing uncontrollably she had hugged me, then Edward... kissing our faces and stroking our hair in her overwhelming gratitude. Carlisle's words had been simple.

"Thankyou. You don't know what this means to her."

Edward had grinned, hugging me close to his side. "Oh, I think we have a vague idea."

Saying goodbye to my three week old daughter had undoubtedly been one of the hardest things I had ever had to do. I'd explained to Renesmee what was happening, and asked her if she wanted to go. She'd shown me in her special unique way that she was eager and excited, but she would miss us. I could understand that. I was missing her already. As I had stood hand in hand with Edward, watching the black Mercedes speed up the drive away from us, I wished with all my stone cold heart that I could cry in this body.

Edward had suggested that we go hunting for a few days as a distraction, but I was already parted from my baby girl, I didn't want to be away from the rest of my new family as well. I had thought that I'd gotten pretty close with the Cullen's before my transformation, but with my expanded mind I soon realized that there was still so much to learn about my new way of life.

A few days after my transformation, Emmett had taken it upon himself to start teaching me how to fight... something Edward had initially baulked at, to the point where he had nearly come to blows with his brother over it... but we'd managed to come to a compromise which suited them both. That compromise was that Rosalie would be my teacher, Emmett just our instructor. Edward didn't seem to mind the idea of his sister kicking me across a clearing as much as the idea of his Hulk-like brother doing it. Emmett had to settle for arm wrestling matches against me, which, much to his disgust, he lost every time. I had tried to use this example to make Edward realize that Emmett couldn't hurt me, but there was no swaying him. Emmett teaching me how to fight had been forbidden. But of course that hadn't stopped me from laying in wait for him on our most recent hunting trip, just a couple of days ago.

I had followed his scent, and I knew he would have to come back this way to head home. I hadn't had to wait long before I heard him coming, and with a wry grin on my face, I pounced, tackling him, both of us flying backwards into an old oak tree that shattered into splinters under our combined weight. Emmett had been unable to stop laughing the whole way back to the house. Edward couldn't be mad at Emmett then, as I had done the tackling... and as I watched the rest of our family giggling in hysterics as we retold the story, I thought I even saw the glimmer of a grin on Edwards face. Not that he would admit it.

As I approached the cottage the first thing to register in my mind was the feint aroma of flowers and scented candles. Jasmine... vanilla and... sniff sniff... sandalwood. I could even smell the wax burning. I couldn't help my grin. I should have known that Edward would think of the most delicious and irresistible distraction for me. I was suddenly eager for this distraction. I loved my little girl, but the idea of spending an uninterrupted week with her daddy, preferably naked in our cottage, did have a certain appeal.

I could hear the fire roaring in the living room and the soft strains of Debussy floating through from the iPod dock in our bedroom. I smiled in anticipation as I stepped quietly through the front door. I hadn't quite completed that step when I felt my husbands strong arms encircle me, his mouth instantly finding mine... his hands rubbing my flesh as if there was no material barrier between us as he lifted me easily against his chest... my legs automatically locking around his waist, aligning our centres perfectly... which only added to the delicious anticipation.

Although we knew that we could spend all night slowly making love, we had developed a pattern with our coupling in the last few weeks since it had been possible. When we were able to have the alone time to make love... a hunger... actually more like a thirst seemed to take us over, and create a frenzied passion for each other that was impossible to slow down. In this passion we had managed, much to my horror and chagrin, and Emmett's amusement, to break a love seat, 2 beds, a bookcase, a door, and put a nasty crack in the foundation wall of our cottages' chimney. And what was more embarrassing was that most of those breakages were because of me.

I loved this. Being strong... stronger than Edward actually, was a very liberating experience. In my old fragile human body I wouldn't have lived through half a minute of this... but since my transformation we had no need to worry or hold back... not that Edward was actually trying to cause me pain... I knew that... he just didn't have to treat me like a fragile, easily breakable human anymore.

The way Edward had me pinned to the cold stone wall of the cottage right now was seductive. His mouth to my throat, his fingers gripping my hips as he lifted me against the wall, pinning me with his body, and I knew that, once again, we weren't going to make it to the bedroom.

I felt him reach down between us, his beautiful artistic fingers playing my chords like one of his instruments. I felt his bulge straining against his pants, and I struggled to release it from its confines. He adjusted me in his arms, pulling back just enough to allow enough room between our bodies for our hands. While my hands worked on freeing him, his simply came to rest on the waistband of my jeans. I narrowed my eyes a little, questioningly, and he smirked... flashing my favourite crooked smile as he applied a little pressure. I heard a loud rip and suddenly felt a lot less of a barrier between us. Edward dropped the tatters of denim to the floor.
I giggled softly. "You know, between you and me, Alice is going to have a full time job just keeping clothing on our backs."

He chuckled against my neck, the movement sending quivers down his whole body, making our aligned centres touch alluringly. I sighed, throwing my head back, cracking it on the wall. It didn't hurt me, but I thought I heard a brick crumble behind me.

I pushed my hips forward, rubbing my moist centre up against his hardness, pausing when the tip of him pressed hard up against my clit. He hissed through his teeth. I smiled, then repeated the motion. He bucked against me, and I thought I felt the wall behind me give a little. I pulled my lip between my teeth, mesmerised by the motion of his silken fingers working their way up my torso, slowly unbuttoning my shirt with his progress north, caressing my velvet skin.

I lifted myself up again, positioning myself so that I could feel him nudging my entrance, and I lifted his chin with one finger so that I could gaze into his eyes as I took him inside my body. His eyes melted beneath my loving gaze as he slid easily into my wet core and we gasped in unison as he filled me completely, hitting the limit within me and making me shiver.

I felt the wall bow behind my back again, and as much as I did not want to actually crash through the wall of our cottage during our lovemaking, I honestly couldn't bring myself to stop, or even redirect him in my passion. For once my mind was on one thing... and one thing only. Edward.

He must have felt or heard the wall himself though, because before I knew what was happening he had renewed his grip on me and sped us through the cottage to our bedroom.

Still inside me, Edward slowed down when he reached the foot of our bed. Our third bed, in as many weeks. I had a feeling that this one wasn't going to last very long either. I had the brief thought that maybe we should just make love on the ground until I learned to control myself... but then that idea was gone, and once again my head was swimming with my love for my husband.

Roughly taking my lips, Edward turned and leaned back so that we landed on the bed with me on top of him, straddling his glorious body. I no longer thought of his body as cold and hard... well, except for the one piece of him that was embedded deep inside me, it did feel deliciously hard... but I still found him indescribably beautiful. That was not something that would ever go away. His pale marble chest glistened beneath my fingers as I steadied myself so that I could set a tantalising rhythm rocking against him.

Edward reached down between our connected bodies and found my clitoris with his painfully adept fingers, making me hiss as I felt the little bud of nerves tighten and pulsate against him. I threw my head back in my pleasure, and my bodied followed until I was supporting my weight with my hands on his knees... and as he sat up to take my left nipple in his mouth I felt my tight coil of tension release and explode around him, flooding my centre, leaving him soaking in my juices.

The sound that emitted from him then could in no way be described as human... it was a deep guttural roar, something akin to the mountain lion which he so favoured. His grip on me tightened as he thrust again and again inside me, finally letting go with a groan and a shudder as he shot his seed deep into my womb. Pulling me with him, Edward quickly moved to lay back on our bed... which thankfully seemed to have survived this time... and pressed every available inch of my skin to his as we slowly calmed... still joined... our soft kisses and caresses expressing just as much love as our intense frantic coupling just had.

The bliss that was washing over me and of course the actions that had induced it were a wonderful distraction from the pain of Renesmee's absence, but I had known that it wouldn't last long. I knew Edward was thinking of her too... I could just tell. He loved our little girl so unequivocally, so unconditionally, that I knew it had to be just as painful for him to be parted from her as it was for me... but he was hiding his own pain, I was sure, for my sake. But I didn't want that. I wanted his honesty.

I gazed into his beautiful golden eyes with what I'm sure was a look of intense pain in my bright red ones.

"I miss her so much Edward"

He nodded in sympathy, stroking my cheek, hating to see me hurting like this. He spoke slowly...

"So do I, love. I can call Esme...? I'm sure she'd drive straight back here..."

Shaking my head in response I closed my eyes in shame, embarrassed that I could be so selfish as to deny Esme her greatest wish for the sake of a few days.

"No." I said simply. Edward already knew why.

Sighing, he withdrew from inside me and pulled me tight into his embrace, cradling me against him, and started humming my lullaby.

I wasn't sure how he always seemed to know what I needed, often better than I did... but I was sure right now that his soothingly beautiful voice was having more of an effect than a Jasper chill-pill would have. I was comfortable in his arms. I was loved. I could have happily laid here for the rest of the night.

Edward groaned; the humming stopped instantly. I looked up at him questioningly, but his only answer was to pull the sheet up, covering our naked bodies tightly before growling softly.

"Come in Alice."

Edward's tiny, pixie like sister danced gracefully into our bedroom wearing a smile that could have made the sun obsolete and flopped gracefully down on the side of our bed... not at all put out or embarrassed to have caught us naked in bed together.

"How are you holding up Bella?" she asked me, her hand resting comfortingly on my leg through the sheet. I just frowned in response, deliberately showing her a sad face. She understood.

"Well, we have all come up with a perfect distraction for you. I've come to invite you two up to the house tonight."
Suddenly Edward growled and snarled at his sister, shocking me more than her, I'm sure. I shot a very confused, bewildered look at him as he lifted the top half of his body into a defensive crouch over mine on the bed, still keeping us both under the sheet. Alice huffed.

"Just let me ask her, Edward... Let me explain?"

"NO Alice."

Alice pouted, not even slightly fazed by Edwards' intense reaction to whatever she'd been thinking. She put her hands on her hips, completing the picture.

"You are being very selfish Edward." She admonished him in a serious, almost pleading voice. "We all love her just as much as you do."

"I SAID NO, ALICE. LEAVE. NOW."

I could hear his voice shaking with anger... and something else. Shame? I couldn't imagine anything that Alice would be considering that would make Edward react like this. Obviously this had something to do with me... but surely she wouldn't want to hurt me... not that there were many ways to hurt me any more. Alice said she loved me... that they all did. I already knew that, but what did that have to do with this?

Quite deliberately Alice smiled at Edward over my head, and her thoughts coerced another hiss from my husbands' lips, then she quickly leaned over and kissed me, lightly, gently, full on my lips. She smiled, stroked my cheek lovingly with her dainty finger, then was gone.

Baffled, I looked to Edward for a translation. He looked murderous, but I could see more pain in his eyes than anger. He shook his head in response to my silent question.

"I'm so sorry, love. Alice sometimes..." He shook his head again, either unable or unwilling to finish that sentence.

I pushed him. I needed to know.

"What was she asking? I don't understand what Alice would want to do to me that would make you so angry... she would never hurt me." I said this last as a statement... knowing Alice well enough to not even question it.

He gave me a tight smile... there was no humour in it, but it showed clearly that he agreed with my statement. I sat back, turning to face him fully, and waited.

"Of course she would never hurt you. She would never dream of it. But she presumes too much... " Again he struggled. Again I waited. He finally began to speak in a soft voice... his tone pleading me to be understanding, whilst also belying his own disapproval of the situation.

"In a family as close as ours we have to make a few concessions. There are no secrets. No privacy... and, you have to understand, we've all been together for a very, very long time, especially by human standards. You're so new to this life that I'm not sure you're yet able to understand the enormity of 'forever.' At least... not in the way that we understand it."

He sighed deeply, then took a large, though unnecessary, steadying breath before continuing.

"Alice and Jasper... Rose and Emmett... they are mated for life. They know that nothing will ever be strong enough to break the bonds they have formed." He shook his head. "I struggle to understand how they can do this, but I've seen it in their thoughts, it makes perfect sense to them... and no-ones feelings get hurt. I love them all dearly, but that love is very different from the way I love you. They all love each other in various ways... all of them emotionally binding, but it's a very strong physical need for them too. When they do this it's about expressing that love. It's just a very different kind of love than what they have for their mate."

Comprehension was pushing at the shadow of disbelief that had formed in my head. I thought I understood what Edward was saying, but I couldn't believe that it could be true.

"So. They. All. Swap?" I couldn't quite believe it.

Edward nodded. I narrowed my eyes at him questioningly. "Have you ever...?"

His quick burst of laughter broke the tension in the room instantly... I couldn't help but smile at the innocent embarrassment on his face.

"No love. You know that I was never with anyone before you. Not that they didn't offer." Then his expression changed a little, became tentative, and he met my eyes carefully before he continued. "Alice and I used to kiss sometimes, we've always been very close." he dropped his eyes from mine, scared of my reaction to his admission, but then quickly clarified "but not since I met you, love. Jasper was fine with it."

I nodded, my mind reeling, but I accepted his word instantly. Then another thought occurred to me.

"Carlisle and Esme...?" I hesitated. If the answer was going to be a yes, I think I actually would have rather not known. I really thought of Edward's parents as his parents. Anything sexual with them wouldn't seem right, even though they weren't much older than their 'kids.'

With a serious look, Edward shook his head vehemently.

"No way. Carlisle and Esme take the role of being parents too seriously for that. Carlisle knows that it happens occasionally, but he tries to turn a blind eye. It's not that he disapproves, or even disagrees with them... he just thinks it's their business, and leaves it at that. They usually wait til he and Esme aren't around before they have their 'fun' little exploits together.

I couldn't help my small chuckle as Edward said those last words. He sounded like such an old prude when he spoke like that. It was times like these that I could appreciate that he should be an old man.

He reached over to me, cupping my chin in his hand as he tenderly kissed my lips, his other hand easily manoeuvring my body so that it rested against the length of his again, stroking my hip with his strong fingers. I sighed, happily falling into the kiss.

After a few moments, Edward pulled back again to meet my eyes, curiosity and mirth in his.

"So perhaps I was too hasty in sending Alice away. You haven't reacted as I thought you would." He laughed, low in his throat. "But then, I should be used to that by now. You always surprise me."

I gave him a questioning glance, but said nothing... presently completely distracted by the perfection of his lips as he formed words. I traced my fingers over their smooth planes, fighting the sudden urge to moisten them with my own tongue.

I still hadn't gotten used to this 'vampires-are-very-easily-distracted' thing.

He clearly took my silence as an affirmative answer. His voice took on a husky growl.

"So should we pay a visit to the house this evening then, my love? Does the idea of making love with my brothers and sisters excite you?"

His words shocked me out of my reverie. OH. OOOOOHHHHH. THAT was what Alice had meant by 'we all love her too'... and saying that Edward was selfish. That was why Edward had gotten so protective of me. I wasn't in danger. He didn't want to share me. I could understand that... I didn't want to share him either.

But at the same time that I comprehended that thought, another part of my newly extended vampire brain was already working on the possibilities that this new information about my families 'sharing' habits had just presented me with. I'd always been very aware, sexually... and from my experiences with Edward I understood it to be a very physical form of expressing love... and I didn't see any rational reason why I should have a problem with that. I loved all these people. I planned to spend the rest of my limitless existence with them, so why shouldn't I show them how much I loved them?

I saw a brief flash in my mind of my naked body entwined with Alice's, her soft kisses and gentle fingers working on my willing flesh. Then in my mind Rosalie was there too, cradling my body from behind, her arms around me, caressing my breasts as her mouth traced patterns across my shoulders. I could feel 3 pairs of golden eyes watching us intently, one pair in particular never leaving my writhing, naked body.

Then a new image came... and it disturbed me that I wasn't instantly disgusted by it. Emmett, his large frame taking up my entire minds eye as he slid his massive length into me from behind, his large strong hands cupping my breasts felt so amazingly erotic... so different from Edward. Then another image: Jasper, lying on the bed enjoying an endless kiss with Alice as I worked my mouth over his statuesque cock, his moans of pleasure leaking between her lips.

Then another new image... and I was suddenly subdued again. Edward... my beautiful Edward, his mouth roaming over Rosalie's perfect breasts, suckling her while his fingers brought her to a screaming orgasm.

No. I didn't want that.

I still hadn't answered Edwards' question though. I wasn't sure how to.