Hello again!

I was gone so long I forgot I have to do this every day xD

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In the mean time, thanks to Fran and all my fic botxhes for prereading, talking me through the messes I make, and just generally being awesome!


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"Do I need a safe word?" Bella's hand is on the handle of my door, one leg bouncing with her nerves.

"It's always the best practice to have one." My hand lands on her knee, calming her. "Hey, we don't have to do this. Not yet, anyway. Say the word, and I'll take you home and tell them you got sick."

"No, it's okay. I want to. I'm sure it'll be fine."

I remove my hand from her knee and slide it under her hair at the nape of her neck, giving her a reassuring squeeze and pulling her in for a kiss.

"You'll love them. They'll love you. This will be a good thing. And if it's not, I'll give you a free pass to do whatever you want to me later."

"As if I can't already do that," her eyes roll, an anxious smile tugging on her lips. She's always gorgeous, but the unseasonably warm weather has her in this sort of boho-looking maxi dress that she was very excited to show me has pockets. Even the denim jacket she wears over it is sexy, making her look like she belongs on a beach somewhere, with her hair in wild waves and her pale skin begging for the sun.

When she takes a deep breath, I watch her chest rise and fall, remembering how it felt under my lips this morning on the bathroom sink and then again in the shower.

"Edward?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring."

My eyes snap to hers, a chastised grin spreading over my lips. "I can't help you have the prettiest tits in all the land."

Her eyes narrow, a hint of the firecracker she was in the beginning flashing in them.

Believe me, it's all still there. I can just douse the flame with my dick now; fuck that fire right out of her.

"Do we need to go back home so you can calm your ass down? I can't handle you looking at me like that when I'm trying to make a good impression."

It doesn't escape my notice that she said "we" and "home" as if we lived in the same space. While that may not be the case just yet, we very rarely spend nights apart. Even with our vastly different schedules, we make it work.

"No, I'll behave," I hold up two fingers pressed together. "Scout's honor."

"You were a boy scout?" Her eyes narrow, suspicious, especially as I pull away to open my door.

"Not a fucking chance."

When I leave her with a wink, I can faintly hear her giggling when I round the car. She has the car door open before I get there, so with a quick glance to make sure no important body parts are in the way, I playfully push the door shut, wait for a second, then make my arms do a dramatic flourish when I reopen the door for her.

Bella is not the type of woman that needs or wants chivalry. 'We live in the 21st century, and I am perfectly capable of doing things myself,' she's told me. She likes her relationships modern and split down the middle, though I refuse to go Dutch on a meal with her. I will occasionally allow her to buy us dinner, but only because it makes her so happy.

So I'm fully prepared for the scowl she comes out of the car with that I smooth away by pressing my lips to her forehead.

"My mother is likely looking through the window right now. If I didn't open your door, she'd have my balls, and those should be securely tucked in your purse by now."

Glancing nervously up at the house, like a lamb being led to the slaughter, Bella takes one more deep breath before wide, chocolate eyes look up at me.

"Okay, let's do this shit."