So this Part Two to Catch is a little surprise I decided to cook up for my Bee, trixietraci. She encourages me to write, she's always my number one cheerleader, my Etsy shopping buddy, my Steelers compatriot, and she's just in general my partner in crime. This is for you, Bee. Ily :)


Were you wondering about what ever happened to Edward's birthday gift to Bella? Or who exactly was Jessica's Baby Daddy? If you want the answers to these questions (and just these questions, because I don't think I left any other loose ends), read on!


Catch, Part II

The weeks following the baseball game seemed like heaven on Earth for Edward. He and Bella had formed a steady relationship (much easier than the one they had had as children); the ease in which Bella had acquiesced to being with him, being his girlfriend, had him floating on air and whatever other pansy-ass cliché he could think of.

"Come over later?" he whispered in Bella's ear as they sat at the lunch table shared by all their friends. He had an arm draped around her shoulder and she was leaning into him, toying with the string of the zip-up hoodie he wore.

"I have practice after school," she sighed with disappointment. "And then I have to pick up Emmett from Mrs. Frazier's house."

"Come over after." He hated to whine but this was one surprise he had that he didn't have the patience for.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she chided him, picking up her knapsack and moving to kiss him on the cheek as the bell rang overhead. She leaned down enough that he knew she was taunting him, the sight of the swells of her breasts peeking through the deep vee of her top making him want her all the more. "Needy, needy, needy."

Then she turned on her heel with a cheeky wink and left the cafeteria.

:: :: ::

"Edward?"

He was busy brushing his teeth in his bathroom when he thought he heard his name being called. Glancing out to his room, he saw nothing was amiss and finished up in the bathroom.

Exiting the bathroom, Edward stopped short when he turned the corner and saw a very naked Bella sitting in the middle of his bed. He was stunned stupid, made obvious by the way his jaw was hanging limply from the rest of his face.

She wasn't posed provocatively at all – hell, all the best bits were covered up: she was sitting with her knees up to her chin and crossed at the ankles, her hands locked around her shins. Her cheek was resting lightly on her knee and her hair was loose over her peach-pink skin in large, flowing waves around her shoulders.

"Hi," she said simply, a smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"H… H-h-huh… B-buh?"

Bella giggled, a light tinkling sound, as she shifted slightly so her chin rested on her knees. "I thought you wanted me to come over tonight."

"Buh-ba-b-b-but…?" Edward glanced over at his clock. 11:42 AM.

Bella's eyes caught the movement and she shrugged. "You never specified a time."

"Buh-h-h-ha-h-how?" He could hardly think straight; how could he, with all his blood quickly rushing south?

"The balcony." She tilted her head towards the offending feature: the floor-to-ceiling curtains that hung in front of the slightly ajar French doors fluttered slightly in the breeze that wafted through. "Climbed the trellis."

"Oh… O-o-okay."

They stared at each other for a moment, Edward in astonished, lust-addled confusion, Bella in pure amusement.

"So are you going to come over here any time tonight or am I going to have to get myself off?"

Her words stirred up a plethora of images in his head that spurred him into action. One coherent thought flowed through his mind as he stalked towards the bed:

Mine.

Though he couldn't deny just how fucking hot the thought of Bella touching herself was, he was loathe to just be a bystander in her pleasure, especially when she was within arm's reach. So he watched her carefully as she unfolded herself on his blue bedspread, leaning back as he began to lean over her.

"Mine," he whispered through gritted teeth just before he ferociously attacked her with his lips. Barely conscious of the voice of reason sounding alarms in his head, Edward pulled back just the slightest bit, his teeth biting in to her plump bottom lip gently to gauge her receptiveness.

Bella answered with a long, low moan, pressing forward where he had moved back and roughly grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of his head. Her free hand moved to his already bare chest and she raked her short nails across his skin, their biting sting igniting his desire to inferno-esque proportions.

Edward had his pajama bottoms shed to his ankles in no time flat and he clumsily climbed on to the bed, between her knees. One hand searched his night table for a condom while the other dove between her legs, immediately stroking her into a frenzy beneath him.

Tossing the foil package beside his pillows, Edward palmed at Bella's breast before stroking his own erection roughly. The intensity and enthusiasm with which Bella responded with was enough to have him quickly sliding the condom on and plunged himself into her without a second thought.

He felt her walls clench down on his cock, squeezing like the most pleasurable vice known to man. There was no pause for adjustment as his hips took up a punishing tempo. Bella moaned wantonly and Edward was dimly aware that his parents were at the opposite end of the hallway, hopefully still asleep and unaware.

"Oh, fuck…" Bella moaned. "Fu-f-fuck, Edward… Har-harder."

Her words spurred him on and he let himself drown in her. He captured her wrists in one hand and brought them up to rest above her head so she was prostrate before him, completely at his every whim and mercy. Her tits preened up at him, inviting his mouth to them and he leaned down and captured one of her pert, pink nipples between first his lips then his teeth. Biting down gently then soothing the sting with his tongue, Edward was rewarded with another moan and the tightening of her pussy around him.

"Oh, shit… Yes.. yes!"

"Fuck," he replied letting his free hand, which had been anchored at her hip, drift back down to rub circles on to her clit. Her hips jerked wildly against his own and suddenly he snapped, driving his hips into her as exploded in a wave of pleasure. He hazily registered her low scream as she reached her orgasm seconds after him, but he was practically blinded by the exploding pleasure coursing through him.

Finally falling to the bed in a sweaty heap of limbs, Edward disposed of the condom then pulled Bella close to him, relishing the sound of her short, panting breaths in his ear.

"That was…"

"Oh, Jesus…"

"Jesus ain't got nothin' to do with what we just did."

"Fuck."

The two of them dozed, cuddled together under Edward's thin blanket until the ringing of a cellphone jolted them into consciousness. It was Bella's Blackberry, sounding off with a text message. She rolled over with a groan and he missed the warmth of her body against his immediately.

"Oh, Jesus," she groaned as she flopped back against him, the device held high above her as she read the message. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Was there somewhere you needed to be?"

"No," she sighed, flipping over and burying her face in his shoulder. "Rose just texted. Apparently my mom was looking for me and I wasn't in my room or answering my phone. She called Rose."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Rose just wanted to warn me. She covered for me, though."

"That's good. But do you have to go?"

"No. Apparently, as far as Renee's concerned, I'm sleeping over at Rose's."

Edward pulled her tight to him, laying a kiss at the crown of her head before rolling over and flicking on his small reading lamp. "Good. Now come on."

"Where are we going?" Bella asked as she shrugged on the shirt that he threw at her. He tugged on his pajama pants and pulled her out of bed, leading the way across the room to his walk-in closet.

"You know," he said, turning to face her and leaning his back against the door, "I didn't ask you to come just for," he nodded towards the rumpled bed, "that."

Looking up at him, Bella cupped his cheek in her palm. "I know." Her serious tone turned playful. "That was just a perk."

Letting out a laugh, Edward leaned down and kissed her. Stepping back, he reached for the doorknob behind him.

"This is just… I guess, a graduation present?" He looked nervous. Hell, he felt nervous.

"Okay," she said slowly, nodding, picking up on his nerves. "It's just me, Edward."

With a large breath, he opened the door and walked inside, heading straight for the shelf on the back wall. He cursed as his hand trembled when he reached up to the top shelf, but the box he grasped came down smoothly into his arms. He avoided looking down into the open box, the bright colors mocking him as he walked dutifully back to Bella. She was seated on the floor cross-legged just outside the closet, waiting patiently. He set the box in front of her then sat beside it so it rested between them. He watched as she peered into the box and let out a little gasp.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"What are these?"

He sighed then picked through the differently wrapped gifts until he came to a small, flat box wrapped in bright green sparkly paper. Handing it to her, he stayed silent and urged her with a nod to open it.

"Leg warmers?" she asked after carefully peeling apart the tape. She held one up: it was black wool with intricate braids in neon green knitted into the garment. It was also several sizes too small. She just shrugged and pulled them on to her arms. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him – it was just so Bella. The Thief he remembered.

"Your twelfth birthday gift," he explained with a shrug. He had another one ready for her on his lap and when she finished putting in her new arm warmers he handed it to her. The bag was striped in shades of green and purple and the handles were held together with a deep purple satin ribbon.

"Are these… All birthday gifts for me?"

He nodded.

"Edward…" He watched her stare at the box. "Six… There are six."

"One for every year that I missed."

Her eyes misted up. "That we missed."

Together the two of them opened the remaining five gifts: a jade pendant with a golden dog inset into the milky green rock (she was really into astrology that year and Dog was their Chinese zodiac sign), a set of pearl earrings in graduated sizes (he had noticed she had gotten second and third holes pierced into her ears), a gold Celtic cross on a matching chain (that was the year his mother had mentioned that Bella had lost her father's cross, a necklace she had worn every day since he had died), a small Pandora box that held six charms that had reminded him of her (he had noticed the brand new, mostly empty Pandora bracelet adorning her wrist), and a DSLR lens (she had worked at Newtons' Outfitters to buy herself the latest camera model to pursue her passion for photography).

"Edward, it's all too much," Bella told him, silent tears making tracks down her face every few seconds. She took the Nikon box from her lap and moved around the scattered mementos until she had snuggled herself in his lap. "One for every year… Even though we…" She placed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. "Thank you. I love them. I love you."

The conviction he picked up in her words sparked something inside of Edward and he tilted her chin up to kiss her. It wasn't frenzied like their kisses earlier, but the simple gesture seemed to hold more emotion than he had felt before.

Slowly, Edward rose while still holding Bella and carefully picked his way over to the bed. Setting her down gently, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out. Rolling it over his renewed erection, he blanketed her body with his own.

"Love me," Bella whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him soundly.

"I already do," he replied when they paused for breath. Positioning himself at her entrance, he thrust slowly until he was fully seated deep within her. "Everything in me loves you."

"I love you," she sighed and wrapped her legs high around his waist.

They made love softly and slowly, little giggles escaping the two of them when one of Bella's leg-turned-arm warmers got caught on his headboard, and deep sighs as they both reached a quiet but resounding completion in each other's arms.

After rearranging themselves so that they were resituated under the covers, they laid together in sated silence, murmured 'I love yous' being traded as the clock ticked closer to dawn.

"There's something that's been bugging me."

Bella rolled over, wincing slightly at the ache in her sides. Though she was used to physical activity, her body was unused to such rigorous exercise in such a short span of time. "What's up?"

As Edward seemed to mull over how to correctly answer her, her mind ran amok with the implications of his vaguely phrased quasi-queried statement. Was he going to ask her about her… past before him? It has just been Riley, the only straight guy on the cheer team, and it hadn't been all that great. It was one night at the Cheerleading Nationals, she had been drunk and curious – something that ended up being a grave combination. While she had learned not to regret the experience, would Edward resent her for not waiting (even though there had really been nothing to wait for, considering their tumultuous past)? That train of thought led to indignance – how could she have waited for him? He had never made any sort of indication that he liked her, no, loved her before four weeks ago!

Before her mind could go out of control any further, the sound of Edward's voice cut off the impending crazy.

"You really thought I could have been Jess Stanley's baby daddy?"

Taken aback by the question, Bella stared at the wall as her brain recouped and made sense of what he had said.

"Huh? When did I ever say that?"

Even though the lamp on his bedside table was dimmed low, Bella could still see the slight redness that tipped the edges of Edward's ears.

"You, uh… Well, not so much as say…" he mumbled, tilting his head so that she couldn't meet his eye. "Well, you did say it… Not to me. And I wasn't the only poss… Well, one day in the hallway. To Penny and Sam."

Thinking back, Bella remembered the day in question, but couldn't recall seeing Edward near by.

She had been so mad when she realized that he was a likely candidate to being Baby Daddy Stanley. Though she hadn't let it show to Pen and Sammie, she had been incensed at the mere thought and had briefly contemplated punching Jess right in the cooter. But now, armed with the knowledge of who the actual sperm donor was (not to mention the fact that Edward loved her), Bella couldn't help but giggle a little bit at her mistaken ire.

"Yeah… Well."

"'Well'? Well? I had just told you I loved you, Bella! And you still thought I could've knocked up Jessica?"

Bella shrugged. "It's not like I knew you were still a… y'know, virgin."

"I told you that I loved you." He glared down at her while hugging her closer with the arm he had draped across her shoulders.

"So sue me! Edward, so what if you loved me? I didn't know you well enough to know that you hadn't slept with Jess! We'd barely spoken in years!"

She knew her logic had won the argument when Edward slumped down into the pillows (bringing her with him in the process) and mumbled incoherently under his breath.

"Just to clarify, I'm not," he muttered petulantly. Bella couldn't help but laugh and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I know." His lips were still stiff against hers. "I know because I love you. And because I know that you love me."

"I do love you," he replied, his voice still holding the same juvenile tone.

"And I also know because Jess 'fessed up."

That got him. Edward shot up with Bella in his arms. He was still for a moment, his eyes searching hers, then he nodded as if he could see the truth in her eyes. Disregarding the pressing question that lingered in the air, he began to reciprocate her kisses in earnest.

"Who?" he asked breathlessly minutes later when nature deemed them too oxygen deprived.

"Bart," she told him. "Bart Taggart."

Wait a fucking second

Edward's mind raced, the inconsistencies his brain found at war with each other. Hadn't he overheard them point out the fact that Bart was gay? And, by the very definition of 'gay,' didn't that mean that Bart liked, well, boys?

He was jostled out of his deliberations by the sound and feel of Bella's laughter.

"Wow, you look like you're thinking hard over there," she teased.

"Well, fuck, yeah. Of course I am. Didn't Sam say… that… you know…"

Bella nodded, but that just made him more confused. "Remember the night you guys played against that team from Spokane? The party at Mike Newton's house, remember?"

Edward nodded, vaguely recalling the night (about two months ago, if he remembered correctly) in question.

"Apparently Jess was his… I don't know, experiment, I guess."

"Huh?"

"You know… I guess he had just realized that he was gay and he was testing out theories."

Edward made a face at her ambiguous comparison.

"Oh, come on, Edward!" she admonished. "He just wanted to make sure whether he was gay or not and he went and had sex with Jess just to make sure he was, well, you know… Batting for the right team."

"Oh, Christ," he mumbled, lowering his head to her shoulder. After a moment, he spoke again. "So…"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Bella said, cutting him off. "I have my boyfriend naked and in his bed. This is not the conversation that needs to be happening."

Acquiescing to her wishes, Edward let himself be pushed back on to the bed as Bella straddled his waist and took his face in her hands. The kisses quickly heated, and Edward soon found himself reaching over to his nightstand for the condom. Just as he reached into the drawer, he froze.

"Um, Bella…?"

"What?" Bella sounded irritated as she peppered kissed down his chest while her hand pumped at his cock.

"I… Um… I know we use condoms and shit right…"

"Uh-huh…"

"But… You know…"

"Know…?" She stopped and reared back, looking down at him with a questioning eye.

"You've… You know…"

"Uh-hummm?"

"You've got… You know… Back up, right?"

"'Back up'?"

"So we don't end up like…"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, we're covered. I'm on the pill."

The awkward moment reigned for a beat longer before Bella took the condom out of Edward's hand, tore off the wrapper, and rolled it expertly down his shaft.

"I take it back."

"Huh?"

Bella stroked his length once before positioning herself over him. She gave him a gentle squeeze as she spoke her next words

"Now we're covered."