Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Stephenie Meyer created it all; I just like to play around in her world.

I apologize for the delay in posting, but I promised to trudge along to get this story done – and I will. Those that know me know that I feel that lemonade is my worst offering, so again, I humbly submit the below.

Also, just a shout out. I'm excited to be a judge in the P.S. I Love You contest. You can find the contest on FF and Facebook under the same name. I hope you will go over and give the stories a read and vote. I'm certainly working hard to read and make selections. With no further delay, back to Bella and Edward.

~Honor~

Excitement electrified Bella's skin at the sound of Edward's door closing. The ride back from his surprise had been quiet, but it had been a comfortable silence. For Bella, she'd been embracing the high of the flights she'd experienced. The thrill had morphed into a smoldering desire for Edward's touch, so much so, she'd felt they'd never arrive home. She shivered when she sensed the heat of him behind her, and as he brushed her hair away from her neck.

"We can stop any time, Bella," he said softly, the tickle of his breath playing havoc with her skin.

Goosebumps formed and then magnified as he ran his lips softly over her flesh. Following the curve of her neck, he waited until he touched the skin below her ear before he nipped her.

Bella jumped with a squeak, then relaxed back against him, feeling the rumble of his soft laughter.

"When did I give you permission to bite me?" she asked

"You didn't," he mumbled. Running his fingertips down her neck and across her shoulder, Edward followed the arch of her arms before joining their hands. "Remember, all you have to do is say your safe word, and no matter what, I'll stop."

She nodded, the harsh pants of her breath giving away how turned on she was. Feeling lightheaded, Bella attempted to pull air into her lungs. Her actions only served to increase her arousal as his light cologne scented the space around them. His smell was her personal kryptonite. Bella felt everything in her clench in need.

"I won't be needing it."

"I know."

Two simple words, but they spoke so much. Bella trembled in his arms . . . this man who had so much faith in her. Releasing his hands, she turned and lifted onto her tiptoes to press her lips to his.

Edward sighed into her, reaching down to grab her thighs and lift her so that she wrapped them around his hips. Softly, he pressed her lips open and touched his tongue to hers, tasting gently. But the kiss quickly turned feral, Edward demanding more from her. Supporting her ass with one hand, he threaded his fingers through her hair, securing her to him.

"Fuck, I need you," he growled against her mouth what seemed hours later, nipping her bottom lip slightly.

She repaid him in kind, nibbling at his neck as he carried her into his bedroom. Bella felt no hesitation when her back hit the mattress, Edward's weight fully on top of her as they fell onto the bed. Shivering at the pleasure of his lips tracing across her collarbone, Bella gasped as he nuzzled the base of her throat.

"More," she begged and then groaned in displeasure when he pushed up on his elbows to hover over her.

Smirking, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Have I told you today that I love you?"

She grinned back at him. "Only a hundred times."

"I love you." He chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose so fast she couldn't react. "That's a hundred and one. Now stay just like this for a few moments. I need to do a few things."

Curious, she allowed him to pull away, groaning as the movement caused his groin to press against her. The glide of his fingers as he trailed them across her skin made her itch to pull him back, but she forced herself to wait patiently as he used the remote to turn on the music then moved gracefully around the room to light the candles. The scent of the roses placed around the room and the petals spread across the bed filled the air. Rubbing one of the silky petals between her fingers, Bella watched with heavy eyes as Edward turned back toward her. The way he loosened his tie and pulled it away from his neck was erotic porn, and Bella pushed to her elbows to be able to fully appreciate his efforts.

"Damn," she muttered, and Edward smirked. It was a very seductive look.

"Enjoying the show?"

"I am, but I would appreciate a more . . ." she hummed then wiggled her fingers at him " . . . hands-on experience."

Chuckling, he sent his tie flying across the room. Edward stopped only to grab one of the long-stemmed, thornless roses before he joined her back on the bed and straddled her thighs. Bella's skin tightened when he used it to brush across her cheek. Her nipples pebbled into tight nubs when the silk of the flower tantalized her collarbone.

"Let me take my dress off," she offered.

He hummed his agreement.

Bella wanted to make it sexy, but couldn't. Perhaps if she'd been standing, she would've done a striptease, but nothing was worth making Edward move from on top of her. If she put an extra little shimmy in her hips as she moved, then it was only fair, considering how everything Edward did turned her on. When she managed to get the dress to her waist, he slid his hands over hers, taking over. He moved briefly, slowly stripped the dress the rest of the way down her legs.

Edward had a difficult time focusing through the haze of lust that surrounded him when he saw her underwear was the same dark blue as her dress.

His eyes darkened as he followed the pale of her skin from the delicate arch of her foot up the strong length of her leg. Showcased by the blue lace framing them, her breasts and toned stomach appeared luminous in the flickering candlelight.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful."

Picking up the rose he'd placed beside them, he resumed his position over her thighs before touching the furled tip to her lips.

"So fucking beautiful."

Bella shivered as he rolled the flower over her lips gently, but her fingers clenched in the smooth fabric of his comforter when the blood red petals traced down her neck, fluttering over her erratic pulse.

"So eager," he said in a husky voice. Lust darkened his eyes and a blush highlighted his cheeks.

Bella could guess what he saw as he gazed down at her, what caused him to look like a lion about to pounce. Her nipples strained eagerly through the silk of her bra, and she felt her stomach quivering. The room grew hot around them, passion fueling her racing pulse and pounding heart.

She gasped when he trailed the rose across her breast. Back and forth, he repeated the pattern until she could no more control her writhing than the frantic gasps of breath she sucked down.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what?" he asked darkly, leaning over to where their lips were a breath apart.

"Touch me."

He took her mouth again, and the kiss flared instantly. She screamed his name when he broke away to nibble across her jaw and down her neck, sinking his teeth into her slightly. He laved the spot gently with his tongue, soothing the sting. He ghosted barely-there kisses down her chest, stopping at the closure to her bra.

"I like this set. A lot. Just know, that's the only reason I'm not going to tear it off you."

She didn't doubt he meant it and could feel how tightly he was controlling his movements. Liquid fire collected between her thighs in response. Their eyes met, and the space between them crackled with energy.

Edward skimmed the rose back up the smooth column of her throat, and then his mouth covered hers in a kiss that made her whole body tingle. She moaned, and he stroked his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss.

Bella startled when the heat of his large hand embraced her breast, and intense need burst from deep within as he teased her tightened tip. Needing to touch him, Bella reached between them and stroked his erection through the fabric of his pants. Edward growled, the sound low and primitive.

"Too many clothes," she murmured and moved to unzip his pants, but his hand captured hers.

"Not yet."

Slowly, he sat up, dragging the petals of the flower across her peaked nipple. Edward's face grew dark with lust as he brushed the rose across her skin, making sure to torture her with pleasure as he paid attention to both breasts again and her bellybutton before laying the bud against her clit. The light weight of it was just enough to focus every ounce of her attention to the throbbing juncture between her legs.

"Edward," she moaned. Her hips moved restlessly in the cage of his strong thighs.

His smirk was anything but humorous. Leaving the rose where it lay, he leaned forward, capturing it between them and putting more pressure against her swollen flesh. She cried out at the feeling. While she reeled from the pleasure, he slipped his hands under her, pulling so her back arched. The position offered up her breasts in decadent fashion and he took advantage, sucking one taut nipple into his mouth. While his teeth drove her wild, he used his free hand to relieve her of her bra. Bella barely recognized the feel of his fingertips pushing the straps off her shoulders because the pain of his bites followed by soothing swipes of his tongue and lips drove her to a frenzy.

A long, steady pull at one overly sensitive peak caused her stomach to spasm, and Edward followed up with a grinding motion of his hips, taunting her with what they both wanted. Bella clenched in pleasure, shocked she was already at the precipice of an orgasm. Just as she thought she'd fall over the edge, Edward retreated, slowly lowering her to the bed and moving back so the pressure of the rose against her clit dissipated. She didn't know whether to scream in frustration or relief.

Picking up the stem, he brought it to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Fucking perfect."

Bella blushed at his words. She knew she was soaking wet, but the darkened parts of the petals told her how much.

"Bella, do you need the stuff for your nose?" He growled out, even as he continued to suck down deep breaths of the rose and her essence.

In answer, she knocked the small container she'd spied earlier off the bed, following it with a small kick of her leg toward the chains she'd also spotted at the end. The change in Edward's face at the sound of the restraints hitting the floor was dramatic. Bella couldn't quite say exactly what it was, but suddenly Edward was darker, more seductive . . . slightly dangerous in his need.

All but black eyes focused on her blue silk panties, he swore. "You are so fucking wet, and I plan to lap all of it up."

Her blood sizzled when he slowly touched his fingertip to her, drawing tiny circles around her clit. Teasing. Taunting. Capturing her gaze, he moved his hand under the silk, siding through the wetness. Her hips jerked at the intense desire, and she shuddered, unable to control how it felt or deny the need in both of their gazes.

Over and over, he brushed against her, always drawing back when he felt her about to orgasm. Crying, she reached for him, wanting, needing more.

"Shh . . ." he whispered, but it was anything but comforting. He was pushing her, taking them way past the barriers they'd already destroyed.

She wanted to spread her legs wide and beg him to touch her, but he kept her bound between his thighs. The most she could do as she lay before him was to grab his thighs and hang on. She was afraid he was going to have crescent scars across them from how tightly she held to him.

"Fuck, I really want to tear these off you," he muttered, his fingers clutching the small strap of silk that went across her hip.

"Ple . . ."

She didn't even get the word out before she felt a tug and heard the sound of the fabric tearing and felt the coolness between her thighs as he moved down. Kissing a path down her belly, he breathed hot air over her before she felt the first kiss of his lips on her. The craving tightened in her core as the hot, soothing press of his mouth enveloped her and she jerked in relief. Edward held her hips firmly, keeping her in place even as he lowered, spreading her legs so he could settle between them. The feel of his tongue sweeping over her made every thought vanish.

"You taste so good." His voice was rough, raspy . . . crushed velvet.

Pleasure raced through her; the sound of wetness as his tongue rasped over her, his groans of satisfaction and her moans of absolute abandon surrounded them.

The muscles in her stomach clenched as fire built, the pressure inside intense with each talented stroke of his tongue. Her breath caught and her hips bucked when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Overwhelmed, Bella didn't even realized he'd slipped two fingers into her, until she felt him move, the pads of his fingers brushing against her walls, nudging her g-spot. It was the first time Edward had touched inside her and the emotions of it were like throwing gasoline on a fire. The feel of his fingers in her as he tortured the soft pad of flesh sent her into spasms of heat, the rasp of his tongue, the brush of his soft hair against her thighs, the bite of his teeth . . .the agony and ecstasy coiled, sizzling her blood until she could feel nothing but the pleasure, nothing but the man between her thighs.

Bella exploded and the orgasm was so intense she saw spots before her eyes. Head tipped back, her mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave rushed over her, drowning her in a sea of release. Edward softened his caresses, soothing her as the orgasm continued to wrack her body, until she was boneless. It felt as if it went on for hours, the secondary spasms almost as intense as her first. Replete, Bella didn't even have the strength to reach for him, so she cried out in relief when Edward slowly crawled back over her, caging her between his arms. His kiss was tainted with her, and Bella found it oddly appealing . . . as if she had marked him in some way. She focused what little strength she had in meeting the gentle brush of his tongue in thanks.

Only one thing troubled her – the hard nudge of his erection against her still throbbing flesh.

"Edward . . . I want to touch you," she said softly between his kisses.

"Fuck, baby, you lay a finger on me and I'm going to go off like an explosion. Are you sure?" His voice was harsh with need, and the way he nipped her neck betrayed how close he was to losing control.

She realized he was referring to her decision to knock the ointment he'd designed for her to the floor.

"Yes."

He'd never taken off his clothes, which made her giggle as she found the energy to brush over the cloth covering his hard chest on the way to his zipper.

"Sorry, I planned to go much slower, but I lost control when I tasted you."

"You can lose control like that anytime."

He chuckled but the sound turned feral when she brushed over the head of his erection, her fingers surrounding him and tugging hard. His hips jerked into her, capturing her hand and his cock between them. Head thrown back, the tendons in the column of his throat stood out harshly.

"Damnit, I'm going to last all of two seconds when I finally get to feel you around me."

"My pussy sucking at you," she taunted, using the word she'd grown to hate, but now relished as a weapon against him.

His eyes glittered like fine emeralds as he stared down at her in a wolfish manner. "Yeah, when I'm able to fuck you into oblivion and feel your pussy pulsing around me greedily."

Her plan to drive him crazy with her words backfired, because he'd turned the tables. Her insides, still shuddering from the pleasure he'd given her, tightened at the image his words provoked. She paid him back by pumping him hard, spreading his precum around his cock. She shoved his pants down slightly with her other hand, cupping his balls. All the time, she watched his face as he poised above her - watched the heat flicker in his eyes, the way the fine blush darkened across his cheeks, and the parting of his lips as he panted.

"Fuck my hands," she taunted as she squeezed his balls slightly then released them to wrap her other hand around him. "Fuck my hands like you want to fuck me."

His reaction was to growl. "I'm going to make love to you first, Bella." He moved slowly easing his cock between her fingers. "I'm going to jack off or do whatever it takes so that I have control, and I'm going to taste every inch of you, have you begging for me, have you out of your mind with pleasure before I sink deep inside you. And only after I do that a million times will I . . . fuck you." He punctuated the last two words with two deep thrusts of his hips.

Bella shivered at the feel of him pushing against her. The cloth of his shirt tantalized her tender nipples and his pants brushed against her inner thighs. In that moment, she realized it was as close to her rape memories as she would ever get, but there was nothing left to terrorize her.

All because of Edward.

"Well then, fuck me now," she taunted, and it had the effect she desired.

Edward captured her lips, conquering her with his tongue as he moved between her hands, taking what he needed from her. He nipped her lips, ground against her, and uttered words she'd never heard from him. All the while, the bump of her hands against her clit as his cock slid between them stoked another wave of desire. Miraculously, when Edward came, shooting hot streams of come across her stomach, another orgasm slipped through her, softer waves than before, but no less pleasurable. And when he collapsed on her, Bella sighed.

Perfect.

It had been perfect.

The only thing that would've made it any more complete would've been to actually make love, to feel him inside her instead of the poor substitution of her hands. But that was coming. Soon.

"I'll move in a minute. I promise. Right now, my knees are weak." His chuckle rumbled softly between them.

While he was heavy, Bella didn't grumble. His weight pinning her was the last thing she would've thought would've brought comfort.

But it did.

~Honor~

"I know we've talked about having children, but we've never talked about how soon. I'm not sure I want to wait long, because I want a bunch," Bella said as she tucked a cracker covered with cheese into Edward's mouth.

They'd been starving when they finally roused from their post-coital bliss, so a snack of fruit, cheese, and crackers lay spread between them on his bed. Edward had even opened a bottle of white wine. The crisp taste was offset well by the sharp cheese and sweet tang of grapes and apples. It wasn't the taste, though, that had his mouth popping open, but her declaration.

"A bunch?" he responded when he finally chewed the snack enough to respond.

"Yeah, being an only child sucked at times, and I'm jealous of how close you and your brothers are. I had to make do with Jake, and let me tell you, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes. His only salvation was marrying Leah."

Chuckling, Edward brushed the hair away from her cheek, tucking the strand behind her ear gently. He smiled before saying, "Having a bunch of siblings can be a pain in the ass at times, too. I've been one step away from killing each of them on more than one occasion. Jamie was the worst, but it was his hellion nature that made us love him so much."

The subtle smile they shared was a testimony to the healing power of love. They could remember the man who had brought them together with smiles now, instead of tears. They were individually lost for a few moments in their memories of James. Bella's thoughts took her to a cocky Air Force pilot, while Edward's remembered a tow-headed child full of mischief.

"I owe him big time, considering he sent you my way." Edward rolled his eyes. "And, if he was here, he'd never let me live it down."

Bella could imagine just that. "Tell me something."

"Hmm . . ." He fed her a plump grape.

"I'm going to need your mom's help. Renee wasn't the best role model, and I've often wondered how good a mother I'd be. I don't want to screw our kids up. Do you think she'll think I'm too needy?"

He lowered the cracker he'd been fixing back to the platter. Capturing her hands, he held them, his thumbs rubbing small circles into her skin. "She'd be honored." He flashed her a grin. "And knowing her, she'll tell you to send all the teenage angst my way to make sure I get my just reward for all the grey hair I've given her over the years."

"You? No."

Bella should have known the sarcasm would spark a reaction. Her shrill laughter echoed throughout the room when Edward tackled her and his fingers danced along her ribs. By the time their wresting match was done, the bed was in shambles, the rose petals were stuck along their naked skin, the fruit was scattered across the floor, and they were both laughing hysterically amid the ruin.

~Honor~

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