Breaking Dawn – Long Night

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This was pretty close to my happy place. Charlie slept obliviously in his room, which was almost as good as being alone. We were curled up on my small bed, intertwined as much as it was possible, considering the thick afghan I was swathed in like a cocoon. I hated the necessity of the blanket, but it sort of ruined the romance when my teeth started chattering. Charlie would notice if I turned the heat on in August. . . .

At least, if I had to be bundled up, Edward's shirt was on the floor. I never got over the shock of how perfect his body was—white, cool, and polished as marble. I ran my hand down his stone chest now, tracing across the flat planes of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him, and his mouth found mine again. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his glass smooth lip, and he sighed. His sweet breath washed—cold and delicious—over my face.

He started to pull away—that was his automatic response whenever he decided things had gone too far, his reflex reaction whenever he most wanted to keep going. Edward had spent most of his life rejecting any kind of physical gratification. I knew it was terrifying to him trying to change those habits now.

"Wait," I said, gripping his shoulders and hugging myself close to him. I kicked one leg free and wrapped it around his waist. "Practice makes perfect."

He chuckled. "Well, we should be fairly close to perfection by this point, then, shouldn't we? Have you slept at all in the last month?"

"But this is the dress rehearsal," I reminded him, "and we've only practiced certain scenes. It's no time for playing safe."

I thought he would laugh, but he didn't answer, and his body was motionless with sudden stress. The gold in his eyes seemed to harden from a liquid to a solid.

I thought over my words, realized what he would have heard in them.

"Bella…," he whispered.

"Don't start this again," I said. "A deal's a deal."

"I don't know. It's too hard to concentrate when you're with me like this. I—I can't think straight. I won't be able to control myself. You'll get hurt."

"I'll be fine."

"Bella . . ."

"Shh!" I pressed my lips to his to stop his panic attack. I'd heard it before. He wasn't getting out of this deal. Not after insisting I marry him first.

He kissed me back for a moment, but I could tell he wasn't as into it as before.

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I paused, listening to a shuffling noise on the stairs, which could only be Charlie heading up for bed. It was late, but he had fallen asleep on the couch again before realizing he wasn't in his room. His footsteps approached, and I heard the doorknob in my room turn. I didn't even have to warn Edward – he knew about Charlie's plan to check on me as soon as he had started for the stairs.

I closed my eyes, trying to slow my breathing and feign sleep as well as I could. I waited patiently for Charlie to see that I was safely asleep, feeling Edward's cheek against my side underneath the covers. I had so many blankets and comforters on my bed because of him, and I wondered if Charlie would find that suspicious. Either way, it would be impossible for anyone to tell there was a second body underneath the pile.

One second later, my door quietly shut.

He waited longer than necessary to come back up, his hand pressing down on my left hip bone as he kissed my right one. I startled from the cold, but at the same time felt a warmth spread through my body. His hand gripped around the side of my upper body, underneath the fabric of my shirt. I shivered again as he pulled the covers off of his head, smiling.

The sensation of him grabbing me that way combined with how he looked with his shirt off . . . His piercing gold eyes and the scent of his skin . . .

He laid back down on the pillow, trying to hide his faint amusement at my reaction. He knew when I was turned on. I couldn't hide anything like that when I was so close to him. Frequently, he liked to attempt to turn me on, succeed, and then act shocked when I wanted him to finish what he'd started.

Nevertheless, I'd still try.

"Can we practice?" I asked in a small voice, trying to control my breathing.

"Dress rehearsal?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
"Exactly."

"Doesn't that imply we should be wearing clothes?"

"Ha, ha."

"I'm serious."

"We're half there." I mumbled, eyeing his bare torso.

He breathed deeply.

"It's not bad luck, I don't think," I added, alluding to the fact that we were getting married tomorrow.

"You're thinking of the groom seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding," he corrected me, trying not to laugh.

I joined in his laughter for a moment, allowing the lighthearted feeling in the air bring us closer together. Our faces were inches apart now, and I could see humor still in his eyes.

"You can't wait one more night?" he murmured.

I shook my head wordlessly. I'd waited too many nights.

His breath was louder than normal, probably wondering what I was going for. I didn't even really know – he was right, we'd done quite a bit of practicing over the past few months. There were only a few things we hadn't rehearsed, and one of them would have to wait until I'd been changed. I knew he was adamant about waiting until our honeymoon to completely seal the deal, so that was off the table. I had an idea that would technically not break that rule. It would be pushing it, though.

I tried to kiss him, holding his neck and trapping him against me. As much as I could possibly do such a thing.

He pulled back, and I could see the questions in his face. Hesitant . . . yet, intrigued?

"You can go back under the covers," I murmured in suggestion, grinning. He wanted to know what I was thinking, right?

I pressed forward, our lips meeting again. My hands pushed against his chest and then his stomach, muscles firm under the surface. I grabbed at his waistband; my skin warm against the chill of him.

His lips stilled, and mine did too. Our eyes locked, but he didn't say anything. I continued, holding his gaze.

My fingers slowly moved down, inside the front of his sweatpants. Lightly, I traced against the bulge in his underwear. He growled softly, and all the careful lines of control he'd drawn turned into a muddy gray. It was slipping out of his hands, and I could see it – about to take the leap. That was all I needed to know in order to choose my next words.

"I want to feel you."

"You have," he murmured against my ear.

My blood was hot in my cheeks. "More."

I didn't know what he was thinking now. He was giving no hints, and his face was casted with shadows in the dark.

I decided to keep moving my fingers against him. He was incredibly aroused – that much was clear. But I knew that didn't always help my case with Edward.

He buried his head into my neck, and his voice was pained. "What are you doing to me?"

"Trying to make you feel good," I murmured. Wasn't it obvious?

"That's the problem," he scoffed. His hands slid down my sides, grabbing my hips. My heart skipped automatically. "I always knew you'd be the death of me."

"Dramatic," I mumbled.

"No, it's the truth. I knew it and I let it happen anyway." His breath was icy against my neck. "And I know you're going to feel much, much, too good."

Was that a yes? He hadn't even heard my idea yet.

My entire body was burning now. I was beyond ready. "Please."

"Tell me what you want to do," he demanded quietly.

"I—" I stuttered. "I want to grind on you."

He swallowed loudly.

"That's it," I continued. "I'll be in control. You don't have to do anything."

"Assuming that's possible."

I nodded. Well, yeah. I squeezed my legs together, feeling my own arousal. The anticipation was growing, and I couldn't handle it.

I reached for my shirt, since he wasn't wearing one.

He stopped me. "Leave it on."

"Why?"

"It will make it easier on me," he said, pained. "And it's freezing."

"Warm me up," I suggested.

"I wish I could."

I locked my lips with his quickly. It wasn't time for his emo monologue now. I slipped my hand back into his pants, grabbing him firmly. He twitched, not expecting it. I traced once against his length, and then slipped underneath his boxers. He was hard and soft at the same time, and I pumped him slowly.

He groaned against my lips, knowing there was no way out – knowing what he wanted, and knowing he should refuse himself. He'd been resisting for too long, and the sheer potency of the need was stronger than him.

It had always been stronger than me. A lot of things were. But Edward was . . . indestructible. Not here.

His hands found my breasts, first over my shirt, and then under it. They caressed me gently as his lips ran across the soft spot beneath my ear.

And then his fingers dipped in between my legs, touching once against my panties and finding them soaked through. I groaned and he nimbly slipped under the fabric, stroking in between my folds. The ache inside me was almost painful.

He sucked in a breath, and blew it out with a hissing sound.

"Tell me no, Bella," he begged. "Tell me to stop."

"That's not happening," I choked out.

"Please, Bella." His voice was saturated with a pleasure that contradicted his words.

"I don't want you to stop," I whimpered.

"Then lie to me," he suggested.

"Fuck me," I responded, causing him to freeze for a moment before he regained composure.

I kept stroking him as his fingers moved against me, desperate for more. For everything. There was too much fabric and not enough air, and I was concentrating intensely on not coming.

I moved both my hands to his sweatpants and began to tug them down.

He grunted.

"Just trust me," I whispered, capturing his lips with mine.

He let me undress him completely, and my stomach was doing little flips. I removed my shorts in the same manner. Still kissing him, I moved one of my knees to his thigh, and slid my body on top of his. I adjusted slowly until I was straddling him, grabbing his cock with my hands. I was completely in control, but I wasn't sure if I could say the same about Edward. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, his hands lightly resting on my waist like he was afraid to touch me.

It felt natural, the way my hand guided him against me, the way my legs spread open and pressed down, the way my hips instinctively began to move. I wasn't prepared at all for how it felt, and I doubt he was either.

The warmth and wetness of my body, making it easy for me to rock against him . . . the firmness of his body, creating the perfect friction . . .

"God, Bella," he groaned, speaking for the first time in minutes. His eyes are heavy with lust, and I immediately wanted him inside me. I wanted it all.

A shudder rippled through him, and his hands gripped me tighter. His cock lay flat against his stomach as I slid myself up and down against it.

We were so physically close, and the intimacy alone almost pushed me over the edge. I wasn't sure about him, but I was seconds away.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" I murmured, my hips gyrating. God knew I was.

"Shit," he swore. I was about to question him, confused, but he continued, "Jasper and Emmett are here."

Oh, no.

"Tell them to wait." There was no way in hell I was letting him leave.

"I'll be out in a minute," Edward hissed towards the window. Even though I couldn't hear them outside, I knew they would be able to hear his voice. I wondered how good their hearing actually was . . . at least the window was closed.

Of course they'd show up now.

I didn't want this to end, but my frustration was about to reach a combustible level.

I started moving again, grinding faster now. I could feel his entire length, coated in my wetness. The head of his cock nudged against my clit, and I whimpered quietly.

"Mmm," he murmured. The sound sent a wave of pleasure through me.

He was helping me now, pressing down on my back, increasing the pressure. My hands grabbed at his neck and shoulders; our mouths close together but not touching. Feeling the temperature of his breath, seeing the way his lips parted when I slid all the way up.

"Oh . . . God . . . Edward," I groaned.

I didn't have to say anything more. He stroked my thighs and ass, helping me get there with gentle touch that he knew I liked.

"Come, Bella. Fucking come all over me."

The aggressive words were unexpected, and incredibly hot. My body thrashed, writhing against him and becoming impossibly wet as I finally came.

He went rigid as he fell off the edge with me, pulsing and thrusting himself onto me with small grunts. Cool liquid flowed against my stomach, which I curiously noticed.

Dazed, I tried to come down from the wonderful absurdity of what had just happened.

Edward groaned quietly, seeming like he'd be blushing if it were possible.

I looked at him, still panting.

"Jasper," he explained.

I was still confused.

"You know how he can feel what other people feel?"

Oh. Hmm.

You're welcome, Jasper.

"Shut up, Emmett," Edward snarled quietly. It wasn't hard to guess that Jasper informed Emmett of what exactly we were up to, and Emmett was . . . being Emmett.

Even though it felt like the end of the world to have him leave me now, my guilt got in the way.

"You should go," I muttered. "They're looking forward to spending time with you."

"I spent the last fifty years with them," he grumbled.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I reminded him. "Bright and early. And then forever after that."