When I see it

I slept okay. Not as good as I would have if Edward had been in bed with me. It was nice that he tucked me in though.

I still woke up at the crack of dawn. After fighting with my pillows for almost an hour I got up at five to just get ready for my day. I didn't honestly feel like working so I decided to go to the gym for an hour before finally giving up and coming home to do my actual job.

It was around eleven when Alice called me and I answered the phone, grateful for the distraction.

"Ello?" I said, using Edward's greeting.

"Hey, baby! Want to cross something off your list?"

"Depends on what it is," I said, shutting down my computer.

"I want to go to the spa. Wanna come?"

"What are you getting done?" I asked, flopping down on my couch. I knew I would end up there with her, probably having a late lunch covered in mud.

"Facial, nails, hair, and a wax."

Okay, so there was no mud. And I could probably use an eyebrow waxing. And an upper lip waxing. It was one of those unpleasant women things you just had to do some times. And the rest of those didn't sound half bad.

"Sure. That would be cool."

"Awesome! I'll be over there in a few. I already made the appointments for us, just in case," she giggled happily.

"You knew I'd give in," I said sarcastically.

"Come on! We need a spa day after walking around all day yesterday. Doesn't it sound relaxing?" She asked and I could hear the roar of her engine as she started it. I probably needed to get myself into gear so I would be dressed when she got there.

"Yeah, it does. I've got to get dressed. I'll see you in ten."

The place we went to was extremely fancy and I had never heard of it before. But they sure seemed to know Alice already. They greeted her warmly, ushering us into the back to get undressed and into our robes.

Apparently, we were going to get a massage first.

I was for sure down for that. Especially since we were having mimosa as we waited for our massage therapists.

"To black Friday," Alice said, clinking her glass to mine. I smiled at her, drinking it down quickly.

"Here's to good men."

"Here! Here!" She giggled, drinking quickly too. A hunky waiter brought us another round and I could tell already that this spa trip would end up with us taking a taxi cab home.

Yet another thing I was down for.

The massage was great. I thought I was going to melt into the table. The girl's hands were like magic. Alice had a very handsome African man with a French accent massaging her back and I thought she was going to start purring. Especially whenever he'd say 'relax, Mrs. Whitlock' in that accent. I told her she was bad and she said that I wasn't the only one that enjoyed a good accent.

She had a point there.

After that, we received a facial while they did our nails and toes. I never had a pedicure before and it felt great. It wasn't as odd as I thought it was going to be. I was prepared to be weirded out by the whole experience. By the end of it, I decided that it was something I wanted to do again, and often.

After that, it was time for waxing. Alice and I weren't going to be in the same room for that which I didn't understand until the woman told me to take off my robe.

"Excuse me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Please remove your robe and we'll cover you with a sheet," she said, taking a huffing breath in annoyance.

"What exactly is getting waxed?"

"Everything. That's what the appointment says. Legs, eyebrows, upper lip, and a Brazilian."

Oh, I was going to kill Alice. But then again... I did have those new crotchless panties. That could be something really nice for Edward, especially after such a long day. And it certainly gave me something to look forward to. I thought about it only a second more before I dropped my robe and wrapped in a sheet.

The facial ones were first. They were just as I expected and I had done it before so it wasn't really much of a shock. It was actually kind of a nice sting, especially above my eyelids.

My legs were a different story. That took some getting used too, especially right behind my knee. There and thighs have a lot of sensitive skin. I bit my lip, taking in deep breaths as I looked up at the ceiling.

The 'calming' music didn't do shit for me once she started doing the Brazilian. If I didn't think it would look like I had some sort of strange half Mohawk down there I would have told her to stop right away.

I was so going to hit Alice and Edward better damn well love it.

"Great! We're all done!" The woman said. I came to the conclusion that she was a sadist. It was obvious that she derived joy from inflicting such awful pain on me.

It wasn't a job I could do.

Alice was lounging on a chaise when I came back in, another mimosa in her hand. "Feeling all clean?"

"I think she ripped my lady parts off," I said, rubbing my legs together and plopping down heavily beside her. I snatched her drink away, finishing it off in one big gulp.

"You get used to it." She shrugged.

"Like hell, I will," I snorted. "I'm going natural from now on. Jesus, it's like things are tingling in an unhappy way. I think it's angry."

Alice kept a straight face for all of ten seconds before she laughed loudly, throwing her head back. "Only your bits could be angry. Honestly, it does get better! Rub some lotion on there or better yet, have Edward do it."

"I'm going to have to," I pouted.

Alice smiled as she decided to change the subject. "We should get the stylist to curl your hair. It would look cute with ringlets. I know Edward would like it."

"You think?"

"Oh yeah, he loves curly hair. If you did ringlets, pretty panties, and bare... Well, I think he'd lose his damn mind."

Oh, yes. Ringlets would do.

So, after a quick shower in the wonderfully scented waters of the spa, we each went to get our hair done. Alice didn't have to do much to hers since it was so short and spiky. They did a little trim and used some gel, but that was about it. It almost made me want to cut my own hair that short. Almost.

They barely got done trimming mine by the time hers was finished. So Alice sat beside me with another drink and chatted with the stylist, who was a woman with perfect red hair, about art.

I had to stay out of the conversation.

"So, what are we going to do after this?" Alice finally asked as the woman started putting the curls into my hair. It was going to take a while at this rate.

"Food. Most definitely food. I'm starving, woman. Let's do Mexican or something."

"Mm, nachos..." Alice said, her words drifting off as she thought about the possibility. That simple phrase proved to me that she truly was a bit a stoner.

I loved her for it, I think.

I ended up driving to the Mexican place we were going to. Alice had a few too many drinks on an empty stomach and I will say one thing, I never want to drive her car again. No way in hell. I felt like a tiny little bug next to the four semi trucks that for some reason wanted to surround me.

By the time we arrived, I needed tequila. I resisted the urge though.

"Um, I wanted to talk to you about something," Alice began, picking her fingernails in an attempt to not look at me. I wasn't going to call her out on it because I knew how it felt, but it wasn't like Alice to be that way.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for being so awesome around Rosalie." She gave a little sigh. "She doesn't have a lot of friends nor does she have a lot of fun. It was nice to see my sister in law not being angry," she explained quietly, ordering water when the waiter came to the table. "I don't know if you know what happened but-"

I put my hand up quickly. No woman really enjoys talking about rape and I wasn't going to put her through that when it was so unneeded. "Yeah, Edward explained. I don't know why everyone feels the urge to thank me."

"Because normally she's just a bitch. Even to me and Jasper sometimes. It's only really Emmett and Bridget that can make her smile usually but she seemed a lot happier yesterday than I've seen her in ages. She was seriously talking about her own list. I think it gives her a sense of purpose that she's been lacking."

"She's a mother-"

"Yes, she is and you'd think that would be enough, but Emmett is the stay at home dad. Bridge runs to him when she has a booboo, not Rosalie. She's doing the job she always wanted to do, so she's kind of felt locked into place for a while," Alice sighed, taking a bite of a chip.

"What does she do exactly?" I asked, pouring us each some salsa.

"She works with the tourism board in Dallas. What she does is try to get bands and such to play in this area. She gets them all setup and arranges times. Things like that, I think," she giggled, "I'm not entirely sure. I just know she gets a lot of concert tickets."

"That's a cool job," I said, frowning at how much of a dork I was. I loved my business though and I wouldn't have changed anything for the world.

After that, the conversation changed into more normal territory. We both ordered fajitas nachos, Alice chicken and I had beef. They were decent, not the best food I had ever had but certainly not the worst.

After lunch, I went home to get some more work done. I had a lot of work to do on the Crowley account. And honestly the more I thought about her, the more I wanted to punch that Lauren in the face. If she didn't send so much money my way...

Sometimes it's so hard to be a responsible adult.

At around nine I decided to start getting ready for Edward. I wasn't exactly sure when he would be coming around, but I wanted to be ready once he did get here. First I freshened up, washing my face and adding a new layer of deodorant. Next, I put on a good layer of lotion all over. And I do mean all over.

After making sure my ringlets were still just so, I put on a thin layer of makeup with sweet tasting lip gloss on top of that.

The next thing I needed to do was pick out the panties I wanted to wear. The idea of the crotchless just made me blush but I knew this would be the best time to wear them.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to wear besides that though. Finally, after thirty minutes, I decided nothing else but those red shoes he had so much trouble resisting.

I smiled at myself in the mirror, a little proud of myself at being so naughty for once. I never did this for Jacob.

I put on a robe, so I wouldn't get chilly and started lighting a few candles in my room. Not a ton, just three or four, to give it a soft light and a pleasant smell of lavender.

When I finished all of that, it was just ten at night.

Now that all my little jobs were done, I didn't know what to do with myself.

Finally, I decided to just sit on my bed and read.

It was eleven thirty when I heard the key in my lock. I did a little squeal of joy, flinging my book to the side and tearing off my robe. I quickly stood, looking at myself in the mirror that hung over my dresser to make sure my lip gloss was still good. Clearing my throat, I squared my shoulders in an effort to be braver than I actually was.

"Bella?" I heard Edward say in a soft voice. "Are you awake, love?"

"Yes," I called back, taking a deep breath.

"It's late, I thought you'd be asleep by now," he said, his voice getting closer. "I hope you didn't wait up for me."

Of course, I waited up for you, my brain said loudly. I couldn't have slept if I tried.

I cleared my throat again and began to walk to the door. "Well, you see, I'm having a problem."

"What's that?"

I walked into the doorway, Edward about five feet away. His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. "I got these new panties but I'm not sure if they're me. What do you think?"

I cocked my hip against the door, twisting one of the locks that hung by my bare breasts around my finger.

"Holy, fuck," he said in a deep voice. A shiver ran down my spine as a smug smile pulled at my lips.

He looked so good. His blue suit made a reappearance, a thin black tie around his neck. It was loosened slightly, the top button undone. He threw his keys onto a side table, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you not like them?" I doubted it.

"I adore them," he all but growled.

Oh, it was going to be such a fun night.

I stood straight, stretching my arms above my head and smiling at him wickedly. "I'm glad you like them. You did say you wanted to help me with my list."

"That I did," he said, coming closer to me slowly. He looked like he was on the hunt. And I was his prey. "But, I think I'll need to inspect them a bit closer to make sure they meet my criteria for fancy knickers."

"Inspect away," I teased him as he came about a foot away from me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but no, he had other things in mind.

Edward dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands worshipfully going over the frilly material. He moved them from my hips before snaking around to my ass, gripping it tightly. I moaned softly, hanging onto the doorway to keep from falling.

And then he brought my leg over his shoulder.

"Fuck, crotchless..." he whimpered, his voice breathy.

Before I could say anything his mouth was on me, licking to all the places he could reach. I moaned loudly, one hand going to the back of his head as I continued to hang on for dear life.

"Edward!" I shrieked as it became too much, my legs shaking with the force of the powerful orgasm he gave me with his very talented English tongue. His hands gently went to my hips as he straightened me. Finally, he stood again, his mouth coming to mine quickly. With needy hands he pulled me closer to him, our lips smashing together as I worked off his tie.

"How would you like to have a little fun?" Edward whispered in my ear as the tie finally came loose. He was going to make me come undone again if he kept talking like that.

Instead of giving an answer I just nodded, kissing him again. I could never get enough of his taste.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Anything you want," I assured him, my lips traveling down his neck.

"You'll have to trust me and do as I say."

Bella Jello made a reappearance at his strong and mysterious words.

"I trust you."

He moved us back towards the bed, kissing me again as his hands kneaded my ass through my panties. When my knees hit the bed he stopped, turning me around slowly.

"You are so fucking sexy," he moaned into my ear, his hands coming to my front to play with my breasts. They arched of their own accord into his palms, wanting his attention. He didn't disappoint either. "What are you trying to do to me in this outfit? Fuck, I almost lost my mind when I saw you in that doorway."

His teeth dragged against my shoulder as he pulled his hands away from my chest but I could feel them brush against my back as he pulled his tie out of his collar. "You trust me?" He asked again.

"Yes."

"Close your eyes," he whispered into my ear before kissing it lightly.

He brought his tie to my eyes, wrapping it around twice tightly before tying it in the back. "Tell me to stop and I will," he said into my ear, "but until then, I'm going to play with you."

"Yes," I whimpered, though I wasn't sure what I was saying yes to. I would have done anything he wanted right then.

"Put your hands on the bed and bend over."

I did as he asked, bending over the bed. I could feel the rush of cool air over my moist skin as I did. After I heard something drop to the floor, I felt Edward's fingers against me.

"That is so beautiful. And you are so smooth. Did you do this for me?"

"Yes," I said softly.

Instead of saying anything I felt his tongue swipe along me. I yipped in surprised, my legs spreading a little wider so I wouldn't lose my balance.

I heard rustling behind me before I felt his fingers on my ankles. "And these damn red shoes. I told you what they did to me the other day. So naughty."

I shook my ass in his general direction with a giggle, only to earn on a swat on the backside.

Hell yes.

"Stay still," he said, speaking against my thigh before taking a deep bite of it. I moaned loudly, bucking backward at his touch. His tongue moved over the bite and up between my legs, first over fabric and then over my skin.

Suddenly his fingers were shoving into me as his other hand grabbed my hair. I wasn't sure how he did it, but I wasn't going to question his methods. He could do whatever he wanted right then.

"I want to feel you cum on my fingers," he said, kissing down the center of my back before rolling his tongue up it. "Think I can make you cum around them? I really want to feel the way you clench around them. I want to feel you make a mess all over my fingers."

I groaned, bucking backward again. "Yes."

"I like the way you say that word. I'm going to make you say it a lot more in the next few minutes," he said cockily. Though I wasn't sure if it was cocky when it was the damn truth.

He owned my body and he could make it do whatever he wanted.

Edward curled his fingers inside of me, messaging them in and out slowly but with quite a bit of force. Over and over again he hit a spot deep inside of me that made my thighs shake and my body arch backward to meet his touch. My mouth hung open as I panted in pleasure, already sensitive from before.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," he said, gently rubbing my fabric covered ass. "That's it. Let go. Let me feel you."

"Shit! Yes! Oh, GOD!" I screamed. The only thing keeping me from collapsing on the floor was Edward's fingers which were still inside of me. I could feel myself tighten around him, milking them. He hummed in pleasure, leaning down to kiss the center of my back.

"Was that good?"

"Very," I whimpered but then I heard him tsking me softly.

"You've made a mess of your panties. I think they'll have to come off and I think I know exactly what I want to do with them."

He began to pull the cloth down my thighs, sinking to his knees again to lick my lips lightly as he brought each heel covered foot out. I jumped, shock waves running down my calves.

"Can you take more?" He asked softly but seriously.

"Yes, please," I moaned. "More."

"Oh god," I heard him say before I heard more rustling. I could only hope he was getting undressed. After a couple of moments, he gave me another order. "On your knees on the bed, face on the mattress, and put your hands behind your back."

It took some maneuvering but I did it. He took my wrists, pulling them together gently. After a minute I realized what he was doing. He was tying my hands up with my own panties.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

After the ripping of plastic, I felt Edward rubbing himself against my too wet and too hot center. He moaned softly, his other hand coming to rest on my back. "This is a fantasy come true, Bella. You are so sexy. I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you, Bella? Hard and fast."

"Yes."

"Tell me, please, I want to hear it from your lips," he ordered, rubbing the head against my opening. It would have taken him in so easily, a small push and he would be spreading me wide in a way only he could.

"Fuck me, Edward. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you want. I want you inside of me, please," I whimpered, my breasts brushing against the mattress. It was almost as if it was teasing me as well, with each brush my nipples growing impossibly harder.

Then he slammed into me, both of us yelling in relief. I felt so full, my stomach was so heavy with the pleasure of being taken this way. It wouldn't be long until I lost it again and I hoped to God that Edward joined me in the pleasant fall.

His strong fingers gripped my hips hard, digging into my flesh as he took me over and over again. Goosebumps rose on my skin as my toes curled. One of my heels fell off with the force of his movement, skin slapping against skin in the best way possible.

"Yes!" I screamed his pace picked up. I turned my face into the mattress, the sounds of my moans muffled in the air, mixing with his groans of pleasure.

"Please, fucking cum," he began to beg. "I'm almost there. Cum on my cock."

Those words in that accent? My body automatically gave him what he wanted.

"Shit!" He yelled, falling forward against my back. We stood still for a long moment, just catching our breath. Slowly Edward began to move, kissing my back and then my wrists as he removed them from their confines. Then he pulled himself out of me, throwing the condom away quickly. I rolled onto my back, kicking off my other heel and pushing his tie away from my eyes. Edward laid across the bed with me, naked and spent but with a huge smile on his face. "Hi."

"Hello," I giggled, rolling into him. He held me tightly, kissing the top of my hair lightly. "Wow."

"Very wow," he added, chuckling into my hair. "My god, that was intense."

"Do you remember when I said that I'd know kinky when I saw it?" I said, tracing a finger over his chest lightly.

"Yes?"

"I think I saw it."

Edward grinned wickedly. "Oh, baby. You ain't seen nothing yet."

I realize things about the spa scene aren't exactly how it happens, but it's fiction lol so, close enough.

Thanks for reading!