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Chapter 31: Reunited

It was late Wednesday night. I looked at the clock that hung on the living room wall.

Nope.

It was Thursday morning, just after midnight, and I was fidgeting in the normally comfortable oversized chair. I'd been sitting there, under the quilt from my grandma Swan, trying futilely again to get into a book because I couldn't sleep.

I was too keyed up from my callback interview I'd had with Liam to be able to drift to sleep.

The interview with Siobhan I'd had Monday had gone wonderfully. My first reaction to the tall, buxom woman with black hair and shocking blue eyes was intimidation. She had a very commanding presence that probably came mostly from her height that was easily over six feet. But she was friendly too and seemed quite impressed by the things she'd heard of me. It actually felt like she was trying to impress me which was extremely flattering, especially since I had no real actual experience. She even had me sit down with a friendly sprite of a woman with bright red ringlets named Maggie to fill out paperwork for background screening after we were through with our meeting.

The whole interchange had gone so well in fact that, as I slipped into Edward's Volvo and began driving back to the house, the same uncomfortable feeling crept over me that I'd get when I finished a test I'd found to be surprisingly easy in a subject I wasn't my strongest in. It was a cold sweat feeling, realizing it shouldn't have been nearly that simple and easy; the feeling that came with worrying I'd been horribly wrong about how great it had gone.

A few miles down the road though, I got mad and cursed myself for my horrible old habits of self-doubt and attempted to shake off the feeling. I had to remember though, I'd spent years of my life convincing myself that any type of teaching job just wasn't going to happen for me, and then a couple more feeling like there was no way I could have anyhow. So to have teaching become something that was so close to a reality with a fantastic interview, felt too good to be true—like everything else in this alternate world I'd been spun into since meeting Edward.

My self-castigation about my old habit of self-doubt had been quickly supported when Siobhan called me a couple hours after we'd met, asking for me to come back for another interview. She wanted me to meet with Liam, her boss, who hadn't been available to meet with me that day and set me up for an interview with him Wednesday.

When I'd left my interview with Liam, however, I didn't feel nearly as confident about the potential employment. He too had a commanding presence, but his didn't soften like Siobhan's had once we started talking. He'd been forthright in telling me quite frankly that they really didn't have an opening for a teacher at the moment and seemed rather annoyed that he had to meet with me because of that fact. He also took the opportunity to point out some holes in my credentials I'd need before being able to proceed with this unique and rare career path; items that seemed far more concerning to him than they had to Siobhan, who'd all but brushed them off as minor details easily and quickly remedied. I'd left, holding back tears of frustration, thinking I'd just blown my chances at getting into this field of teaching.

I found my mind going over and over the interview with Liam, zeroing in on the worst parts and picking apart what I had said and how I could have said it better or different. I wished he would have told me as I left that I wasn't going to be considered any longer, instead of telling me I should hear from Siobhan within a week.

It was driving me insane.

Between not knowing for certain what my fate was with them and the fact that Edward had said he'd hoped to be home the following night, I couldn't shut my mind down to be able to fall asleep. I quickly realized my second attempt at reading was as futile as my first and shut my book with more force than necessary out of frustration.

I looked around the large place, searching for inspiration for something else to do. I'd tried watching TV earlier, but there wasn't anything on that interested me—even with the thousand channels Edward had. I'd already tried and failed watching a movie to kill time, finding I couldn't sit still long enough to get absorbed in the story. I'd even baked a batch of cookies while listening to music as a distraction. I loved how baking made me feel more settled, and I could feel myself begin to think of the place as my home, but I was disappointed that the task was done too quickly. I had nothing left to unpack, no groceries to purchase and even though Edward's Volvo was fun to drive, I had nowhere to go at this time of night. Plus, I didn't yet feel comfortable finding my way around this new city to drive randomly in the dark. I hadn't heard from Edward, so he was likely sleeping or working on the last few scenes he had left to shoot, and Rosalie, Jake and Alice were all likely to be in bed, having to work tomorrow. And as for Jess, while I would have loved a midnight chat with my sister, she was now very uncomfortable from being pregnant with the twins and had, in turn, become exceptionally moody. And I wasn't about to rattle that lion's cage ,even two states away.

Sigh. I knew I was getting desperate if I was wishing for someone to just talk to for absolutely no reason.

Hmm.

I needed to do something until I found unconsciousness because I couldn't stop thinking about my botched interview or the fact that Edward hoped to be home the following day.

I sighed heavily. Inspiration lacking.

Then an image of something I'd come across in the kitchen the other day while looking for dishtowels flashed through my head. I had giggled at the time when I'd found the junk drawer instead of the towels, because I found a few additional guitar picks in there, remembering my amusement at the number of them lying around the place. There were other music related items in there as well, along with pens, a pad of paper, Post-its and a sheet of fine stock paper. It was the memory of that sheet of stock paper I'd barely glanced at in that moment that caught my attention now.

I reached forward, setting the book on the table next to the chair that was the new home for my crystal vase, shoved my quilt aside and padded over to the kitchen's junk drawer. As I walked, I felt the soft, warm carpet between my toes and when I reached the kitchen the tile, that should have been shockingly cold, it was warm too. The place had something I'd never heard of before called in-floor heat throughout that chased away the chill that hardwood and tile usually held. It was a luxury, I had to admit, I really liked. The feel of it left a nice, cozy feeling in me and was especially appreciated in the morning when the floor usually felt its coldest.

As I slid the drawer open, its contents slid around from the motion. I pushed a couple pens out of the way and grabbed the sheet of thick stock paper:

Amenities. I looked through the long list.

Pool? No. I wasn't completely certain I owned a swimsuit any more.

Bar? Hmm. It was true that alcohol could lull me to sleep, but I could drink in the house that had plenty of liquor should I wish to indulge in it. Besides, drinking alone at a bar didn't exactly sound appealing.

Spa? No. Definitely not. I wasn't ready for something like that, even if it had been open at that hour.

I continued to skim the long list of things, hoping something would catch my interest, realizing there were so many things available right there that a person could find themselves rarely needing to ever leaving the building.

Gym. I felt my interest flicker. While I was in the running for one of the world's most uncoordinated people, I'd found that lately it didn't plague me quite as acutely as it had.

I wondered why that was. But the question dissolved as quickly as it formed, my thoughts back on my quest for a distraction.

The gym actually sounded like a good idea. I did regularly attend self-defense classes, thanks to my dad and Jake, and went to yoga and kickboxing variety classes with Rosalie without sending myself to the emergency room anymore. I'd even used elliptical machines a few times without catastrophe.

The sheet even indicated the gym was open twenty-four hours and it would be a good outlet to expend my body's excess production of energy. Besides, if I exhausted myself, it wouldn't matter if I couldn't shut my head off, I'd be out before I hit the pillow.

In theory anyway.

I had nothing to lose. So I threw on my workout clothes and headed down to the building's gym.

An hour later I returned to the house completely and thoroughly exhausted, dripping with sweat. The gym had a locker room with showers, but I had been too focused on my goal to think about bringing a fresh change of clothes down with me to change into afterward.

I was relatively optimistic that my workout had done the trick. My whole body felt like jelly and I could barely form a coherent thought. I headed straight to the en suite bathroom, peeled off my sweaty clothes and stepped into the shower, every bit as luxurious as the one had been in Edward's hotel room in New York.

I smiled with the realization, as I stepped into the shower, that my wish to have one of my own like this someday was now actually a reality. It felt strange knowing that was true, even if I was becoming used to the idea of calling this place home.

I shook my head in utter disbelief at how completely my life had changed in the span of only a couple months.

As soon as the water hit me, every semi-coherent thought weaving through my head fell away. I sagged under the steamy multi-headed streams flowing down over me, finally feeling bliss in the fact that my mind had ground to a halt. Then I swathed myself in Edward's shampoo, conditioner and soap. I'd been favoring his products over my own since moving in, covering myself in the smell of him while he was so far away. It wasn't exactly his fragrance, the missing ingredient seemed to be the smell of sunshine his skin somehow naturally held, but it was as close as I was getting to him until he returned.

I continued to stand under the water after I'd run out of things to do, simply enjoying the relaxing thrumming of it beating down on me, finally letting go of my stressful day.

After some time, a draft of cold air hit me. I shuddered with the unwelcome chill that ran across my body, pulling me from my semi-conscious stupor. It was then I realized I had actually drifted off while leaning against the tiles. I stood upright, took a deep breath, and decided the draft was my cue to head to bed. I sleepily pulled my hand up, barely opening my now heavy eyes, and reached for the handle to shut off the water, missing several times.

I jumped at the sound of the shower door opening. My eyes flew open as my head jerked towards the source of the noise, abandoning my listless attempts to shut the water off.

"Edward!" I gasped when my eyes fell upon a pair of striking green eyes and a mess of bronze hair. My chest warmed with its frantic pounding, sending tingles of heat flooding through the rest of my body; charging it, waking it up.

"You have to be the most beautiful sight in the entire world," he marveled, staring at me with an excited wonder, his eyes danced wantonly as they raked over my bare, wet body.

I stared back at him, knowing he was wrong; it was the sight of him standing before me that was the most beautiful sight in the world. Edward looked tired and disheveled, but gloriously naked, every muscle etched to perfection, wearing only my favorite, crooked smile that seemed to glow, just for me.

He looked sexier than anyone ever had in the existence of man; I was absolutely certain of it. And somehow, he was mine.

I bit my lip as we stared at one another. I was in disbelief that he was actually here, standing in front of me, within reach, and we were finally together. I hoped the tears that began to fall from my eyes were camouflaged by the water falling over me and I prayed to every deity I could think of that the sight of him wasn't just my overly tired imagination running on a loose spindle.

I didn't think I could have handled that.

"Edward," I breathed as I reached out for him—not just to prove to myself that he was real but also because I was hopelessly addicted to his touch and it had been too long since I'd felt it. I felt hollow having been without it—I needed the drug he was to me. Edward quickly stepped into the shower with me, closing the glass door behind him.

Our bodies crashed against one another's with the eagerness we had, thrilling my body with the touch of his, taking away any lingering exhaustion with it. The relief I felt when our hands, our chests and our lips pressed impatiently together, felt so strong it could have been tangible. I slid my arms around his neck, trying to anchor him to me, never wanting to let him go. And the smell of sunshine that was all Edward greeted my nose when I tried to catch my breath between ardent kisses. It made me realize how everything else I'd thought smelled like him, sufficing myself while he was away, was but a poor imitation of the real thing.

He smelled so much better. It was like nothing else in the world.

Edward slid his hands from my waist, up along my sides, reaching around my arms, slipping them firmly along the sides of my face and pulled back. I opened my eyes wildly with the removal of his lips from mine—the drug I'd needed so desperately—as a whine of protest escaped my throat.

"I am so sorry, love," he murmured, his eyes blazing with sincerity as he dipped his head to give me another all-too-short kiss as he rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs. I knew his apology wasn't for breaking the kiss, but for what had happened with Tanya. "I know you said not to be, but I am. I'm so fucking sorry for what it looked like and for what it must have done to you to see it," he said, brushing the back of his fingers tenderly down the side of my face. My eyes closed reflexively as I leaned into his touch and a light moaning sigh escaped my lips. "I'm sorry you had to find out about it from anyone but me, before I could even explain," he added, flipping his hand back so the palm cradled my cheek. I opened my eyes, looking back up at his green ones that were burning with intensity as he began lightly rubbing my face again with this thumb. "But worst of all, you had to hear about it from your incorrigible ex. Bella, you have to know that it means everything to me that you believed me," he voice cracked and his eyes bore into mine, looking lost and wild as water continued to cascade over us. "I was certain that I was going to…" he closed his eyes and took a breath, shaking his head, before re-opening them and he began again. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

I slid my hands from behind his neck to the sides of his face mimicking his on mine, making the water bunch, twisting over my fingers and rolling down my arm. Edward dipped his head and I rose up onto my toes until our foreheads were pressed together, wanting to take away his unwarranted guilt. My eyes fell closed, soaking in the feel of him close to me, reveling in completeness of it as the water fell off his face and dripped onto mine. I could feel the vibrating electricity swirling around us; a feeling so powerful, I wondered if there were any other two people on the planet who could feel such a pull between them. After a moment, I pulled back and he opened his eyes to me.

"You make me feel things I never thought possible for anyone, least of all me. I never knew this intensity of feeling existed. I never knew I could want or love someone the way I do with you," I confessed. "And even more than that, the way you look at me, talk to me, treat me and touch me…" I stopped. Edward had begun to skim his hands along my body, distracting me, leaving me grappling in my head for what I was trying to say, suddenly unsure of how to continue. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them again to the most gorgeous sight I'd ever known that had only a fraction to do with how heartbreakingly handsome the man standing before me was. "I know the way it feels to be with someone who doesn't respect you, who doesn't care about you, who doesn't love you—not truly anyway. The simple lack of feeling that exists there—. As incriminating as that photograph appeared, believing that what we have is anything the same as what that past 'experience' in my life—," I stopped, at a loss for words and started again. "It didn't feel possible that you could ever do that to me too."

Edward closed his eyes and let out his breath, his jaw clenching. He was trying to hide it, but I could read the anger on his face.

"Edward, don't—" I began, shaking my head, knowing where his thoughts had traveled because of my poor articulating skills. I had wanted to explain to him how I knew I could trust what he said, not point out what a jackhole asscrack my ex was—that had already been established. Besides, it wasn't what I was trying to say.

"No, Bella." Edward's nostrils flared as he opened his now stormy eyes that flickered wildly with anger. "I have every right to hate that fucking bastard. The thought of him near you the other night. The thought of him treating you that way—"

"I know," I cut him off, watching his face turn murderous. "But that's not the point. Hey," I said, commanding his attention—pulling him away from the brutal train of thought his mind was charging down—and making him look into my eyes. "The point I was trying to make was that I know the difference now; I know that you're nothing like that. As horrible as his surprise visit was, it was probably the best thing for me." Edward's eyes flashed with anger at my words, not yet understanding what I meant by them. "It made what I was struggling to believe in, you, me, us… become so blaringly obvious, I couldn't deny or doubt it. And seeing him again only highlighted the fact that there is nothing similar in the two of you. And besides," I added unsuccessfully holding back a smug grin, "if you hadn't been telling the truth, I would have known it. You're a really horrible liar."

I raised my eyebrows playfully from my tease and I completely lost my battle at holding back my smile when Edward's expression looked offended in reaction to my comment. Then he rolled his eyes and smiled, knowing I was right—at least when it came to me.

"When did you get so self-assured?" he marveled at me. "I have to say it's incredibly sexy on you," he added dragging his fingers down my neck and between my breasts.

"When you showed me that I have every reason in the world to be," I replied smirking up at him. It was true. It had taken James toxicity shoved back into my face to realize just how severe the contrast was, but it was Edward who showed me what I'd been lead to think and believe about myself for the past several years was completely wrong.

Edward laughed indulgently, chuckling as he shook his head, holding my face in his hands, then pulled me in for a kiss as I smiled against his lips. It started light and playful, but quickly my smile faded as it turned serious, deepening with each pass. All the remaining questions surrounding the unanswered hows and whats were casualties of the reaction my body had to his touch, quickly melting away; washing down the drain with the water as it poured around and over us.

Within seconds I was wanting—needing—more.

Our hands became desperate as they traveled hungrily over one another's body, my need to connect with him was so consuming I felt delirious.

Being in his arms again was nothing shy of wonderful. It was as if every last piece of him radiated with need, want and love for me. I felt it with every pass of his lips… every graze and clutch of his fingers… each sweep of tongue… If I'd still had any lingering doubt of the truth of what had happened with Tanya, the raw emotion in his touch would have instantly disintegrated them. And it was more than just unhinging desire, but love and devotion too; all so strong it felt like it was a current twisting around us, holding us together.

Edward's kissed me intensely and he pinned me against the shower wall—need taking over, ringing through me like the vibration of a bell.

Oh God.

I moaned with the thrill that shot through me with the knowledge that the need was all for me and he trailed his mouth down my neck.

"Please," I pleaded.

He grabbed my hips roughly and pressed me flatter against the wall, shooting a jolt of desire through my core.

But then, he stopped abruptly and pulled his face back to look at me. When our eyes met, the whirlwind of emotion emulating from us stilled, leaving only the sound of the streaming water and our heavy breathing. He held my face as I looked back at him, watching the water drip from his nose and lips, taking in how his hair was so deep of an amber it almost seemed black as drops of water fell from the ends, and how his green eyes scorched and glowed with love and passion that was all for me. I marveled at him, this man I loved more than I ever thought possible and that he was all mine. And I exulted with the knowledge that he loved and wanted me exactly the same way.

A sexy, lopsided smirk stretched across his face as if he could read my mind.

I bit my lip and dropped my eyes as I felt myself flush with the scrutiny, but Edward quickly swept his fingers under my chin, pulling my face back up to him and pulled my lip free with his thumb.

"No. Don't you dare hide your eyes from me, love. I've gone far too long without seeing them already," he pleaded. When I complied, he smiled, satisfied and ran his hands greedily along my body making my eyes flutter shut and my head tip back.

I ground against him reflexively; needing him inside me.

Edward leaned in and kissed me, lingering his lips sensuously against mine. I went in again for a deeper kiss, needing more—always needing more—but he pulled back again.

"Let's go to bed," he murmured softly against my lips, the vibration of his words on my skin went right through me, winding inside me, making my toes curl.

"No," I breathed a whine in protest, feeling my face crumple with panic. My breathing sped wildly and my grip around him tightened as I rolled my hips, pressing them against his. "Here," I pleaded desperately trying to reach for him. "Now," my voice cracked.

"I know, love," he smiled softly. "And we will. Soon," he promised, his eyes sparkling with anticipation of it. "But right now, I want to make love to you properly, in our bed," his voice was low and rough, sending shivers through me that made me agree to anything he wanted. And when he said it like that, I wanted it too. Our place, our bed…

Ours. Hmm…

Edward kissed the tip of my nose and released me from the wall, leaving me panting and disoriented from the sudden removal of his touch. He kept his eyes trained steadily on me as he reached to shut off the water. The stillness when it was shut off mixed with the anticipation of what was to come made the air around us crackle.

I moved first, unable to wait a second longer, eager to get to bed for a completely different reason than I'd wanted to just an hour before. I stepped out into the space just outside of the shower, staying warm from the heat lamp overhead, grabbed my towel and began hastily drying myself off.

"In a hurry to get someplace?" Edward smirked, cocking his head to the side.

"Should I not be?" I challenged, suppressing a giggle from his adorably sexy playful side.

Edward shrugged nonchalantly and began meticulously toweling himself dry ever-so-slowly.

I bit back a smile, knowing better even if his body wasn't very obviously betraying him.

Okay, I could play that game too.

I wrapped the towel around myself, secured it and walked over to the sinks, feeling Edward's eyes on me the whole time. I leaned down, opened a drawer and pulled out my hairdryer, slowly unwound the cord and plugged it in. Then I grabbed my brush and turned on the hairdryer, beginning to carefully brush through and dry my hair.

It took about two seconds until I felt Edward's strong arms wrap around me, lifting me from the ground. I yelped out in surprise and Edward began pulling me away from the counter.

I hastily flipped off the dryer and tossed it at the counter where it landed loudly and my brush clattered to the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his face buried in the crook of my neck, the vibration of his voice and the scrape of his stubble tickling me, causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

"I thought there wasn't any reason to hurry," I managed between giggles, trying futilely to protect my neck.

"You really think the second I was done filming I got on the first flight home because there was no hurry to get back to you?" Edward accused with a playful laugh and lightly bit at my earlobe. And then he grabbed my sides, tickling me, making my body jerk wildly and the giggles turned into hard, gasping laughter.

I managed to answer, "No," in between breathless laughs.

Satisfied, he spun me around, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to let out a squeal. He carried me to the bed, and then tossed me onto it like I weighed nothing, making me call out in surprise. When I landed, my towel loosened and fell away exposing most of my body and when I looked up at him, meeting his triumphant gaze in the dark space, I could feel the mood change, snuffing out my laughter but leaving the buzz of desire swimming through me.

"I've been waiting for this moment ever since you agreed to move in with me, knowing when I came home it wouldn't just be mine any longer, but ours," he vowed, his playful eyes darkening as they raked along my body.

He reached forward, parting my legs and kneeled on the edge of the bed between them. Then his hands traveled slowly, but purposefully, from my knees up and inward until his fingers skated along my sex. My hips rolled in response and he paused there, teasing me, before moving on. He dragged his palms along my skin, heading outward along the juncture of my legs and body and then grabbed my hips, pulling them off the mattress as he bent forward, kissing each one in turn, just inside the hipbone.

My breathing hitched with each kiss.

Still holding my hips up, he then drew his lips over my stomach, planting kisses as he traveled up my body, like he was worshiping it; worshiping me. When he reached my ribs, he wrapped one arm around my hips, continuing to hold me up, and drew his other hand up and grabbed the towel, pulling it off and away from me, exposing me completely.

He hummed. "Much better," he grinned, setting me back down, gazing appreciatively at my breasts before palming them and leaning down, kissing them sensually, pulling me so close to the edge.

My back arched pushing them into him and my hips rolled, searching for him, wanting, needing the connection.

When he stopped, instead of complying with my body's silent plea, I looked down finding his eyes locked on my face with intensity. And then he moved forward, slow and determined, sliding his body along mine, until he was directly over me on his elbows, lightly pressing me to the mattress, never surrendering my eyes.

My breathing shook with overpowering anticipation, feeling him lined up to me.

"I love you, Bella," he murmured brushing his nose to mine.

I reached up, running my hand against his strong, stubble-covered jaw and looked into his drug-emanating eyes and marveled, feeling the familiar jolt of electricity course through my body.

"I love you too, Edward," I said, feeling I meant it far more than words could ever do justice and pulled him down to meet my lips, needing to feel his on mine. I wasn't disappointed, Edward kissed me with such ardent enthusiasm I was gasping for air between passes, refusing to relinquish his lips for the trade.

When we finally connected, the overwhelming surge of feeling that was equal parts relief and need for even more caused both of us to call out.

He moved again, slow and purposefully, savoring in the feeling.

Oh God.

Again a little faster.

My eyes rolled back.

He rocked again, finding a tortuously sweet rhythm.

And again.

I joined him, finding his pace.

Edward reached down, hitching my leg over his arm, holding it beside him and languidly rolled his hips.

I gasped. Holy—!

Edward froze. "You okay, love?" he asked, burning with concern, loosening his arm that held my leg, holding lower.

"No, don't," I protested to his letting go, reaching out to hold his arm, bulged and hard, in place. "I'm…," I let out an unsteady breath, feeling my cheeks light on fire. "That was—. Do that again."

Edward laughed lovingly at my lack of ability to articulate and kissed me, a smile still on his lips.

"I wish I could see that blush on your gorgeous face right now," he murmured regretfully, somehow knowing I was flushing, kissing me again. And then he made a show of pulling my leg up higher, resting it on his shoulder this time—making me ever grateful for all those yoga classes I'd gone to. And then he very deliberately emphasized it with a deep roll of his hips, repeating the gloriously mind-numbing movement over and over until we both found our release.

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I could feel the edges of my dream falling away, the details blurring and smudging, signaling me that I was waking up. But I didn't want to leave the dream filled with warm streams of water, desperate hands and, best of all, Edward.

Hmm…

But the dream continued to lose focus, becoming indistinct as I floated back to consciousness and it quickly fell from my grasp.

I moaned regretfully and attempted to replay as much of the dream that I could remember in my head, hoping it would somehow pull me back into the unconscious world, bringing back the visions of Edward and me together back into focus.

My mind halted and pulled attention when I heard a sharp intake through the nose, seemingly in reply to my moan.

I froze as my body felt the area surrounding me and my mind redirected its thought processes from the dream world to the conscious one. But before I could form any conclusions, an arm I realized was draped over me, tightened and pulled me in close.

"Hmmm," Edward's voice hummed in content. "Morning, love."

The previous night—or rather the realization that it wasn't a dream—rushed in over me. I flipped around so quickly, it startled him and he quickly pulled his top arm into the air.

"Woah," he chuckled as he laid his arm back down and I settled in facing him, taking him in.

"You're home," I marveled excitedly with a face-splitting grin and stroked his rough cheek with the palm of my hand, distracted from the light aching soreness I felt in my legs from my workout the night before.

Edward chuckled. "Indeed I am," he said. "As are you," he added, his green eyes dancing with satisfaction and maybe even pride in the statement.

"I am," I agreed, glowing with that knowledge. "Second thoughts about that?" I challenged teasingly.

"Not a chance," he vowed. "You?" he asked playfully narrowing his eyes.

"Not a chance," I vowed back and closed the distance between us, my hand sneaking its way down his stomach.

"Insatiable," he teased, catching me by the wrist for a moment before he released it and kissed me.

"Your fault," I smiled against his lips and rolled on top of him, the feel of him hard from just waking up greeted me between my legs.

"Right, my fault," he laughed against my lips.

"So I was thinking," I began after a minute, shifting my hips, pressing against him.

Edward laughed, rubbing his hands lightly up and down my thighs.

"Yeah? And what were you thinking, exactly, love?" he asked already knowing, his hands drifting inwards.

"I think I could use a shower," I said trying my best to sound serious, but failing completely; the smile in my voice gave me away.

"Oh really?" he asked incredulously continuing to kiss me as he slipped his fingers through my hair and slightly pushed himself against me.

"Mmmhmm," I smiled, kissing him once more, and pulled back to look at him. "I'm a little sore from going down to the gym last night," I said truthfully. I knew that the soreness would really hit me that night, but I did ache a little. "Among other things," I added as if innocently with a smirk.

"Among other things," he repeated under his breath holding back a grin.

"Anyway, I think I heard hot water is great for that," I ascertained.

"I believe you may be correct on that," he conceded, and even though he knew what I was getting at, waited for me to say it.

"Well, I thought maybe you might want to join me in our shower, but…" I trailed off shrugging nonchalantly, getting personal satisfaction when I saw his expression darken with want.

Then, before I realized what was happening, Edward grabbed me by the hips and flipped us over so he was now on top.

"Let's go," he said; the excitement in his eyes, childlike. Then he gave me a quick kiss and stood up, offering his hand to help me. And when we stepped into the shower, we picked up where my dream left off, quickly making up for lost time.

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