AN: Lea Miller on SYTYCD Canada makes me want to slit my wrists. What stupid CTV producer decided that she was be a good host for the show. They should kidnap Cat from the American one. Also, I saw this awesome comedian at the comedy cave tonight. JR Brow. Check him out.

Enough about me, how are you?

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When we arrive in the kitchen, Edward lifts me up and sets me down on the island, resting is hands on either side of my body and positioning himself between my legs. He smiles at me and tilts his head to the side. His smile is not his typical bemused smirk, but one of contentment. He seems softer, human almost. He sighs and leans his forehead against mine as I run my hand down his cheek, tracing his features, memorizing the moment. Edward closes the remaining space between us and brushes his lips against mine, and that one moment is more erotic and more intimate than anything that had happened not 2 minutes ago in his room. He sighs once more and pushes himself away from the counter, planting a kiss on the end of my nose and walking towards the fridge. "How about a toasted caprese sandwich?"

"Ngughy?" Wow. Coherent much Bella? I was so lost in Edward that I had lost the ability to speak English. I suppose that there are sacrifices that one must make in the name of love and beauty. (AN kind of sound sailor moonish eh?)

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He laughs as he sets about the kitchen slicing and chopping, moving at a human speed, taking his time to perfect the lunch.

It seems almost as if time is moving in slow motion. I can't help but become entranced by the beauty of his movements, and the concentration that he puts into everything around him. I close my eyes and enjoy the serenity of the moment. It's quiet, with only faint wisps of Un Bell Di floating into the kitchen. It seems too perfect. And then I realize why. "Where is Alice? And Emmet? And everyone else?"

"Well, they weren't done hunting and having their own 'couple time', and I told you how annoyed I was getting with Emmet….and well Alice said that the weather would hold steadily cloudy so it was okay to come back so….yeah" he muttered the last bit. "I hope you don't mind." He seemed bashful? Ashamed? Embarrassed? Crazy? All of the above, especially the later. I think that the man has truly lost it, and I tell him exactly that.

"I think that you have to lost it my man."

"What do you mean, love?" he asks as he slides the sandwich into the toaster oven, setting it for 10 minutes.

"What I mean is how do you think that I could ever not want you around? That I would mind having you around? I don't know if you've noticed Edward, but I am head over heals in love with you! Every time you enter the room, or I come anywhere near you my heart starts racing, and I feel as if it's trying to fly out of my chest. I can't breathe, and I burn for you from the very depths of my being. When you're not around I feel like a lost puppy. I feel as though I wont be able to survive without you by my side. Surely you must know that?!" And with that I fling myself off the counter and leap at a slightly startled Edward.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss that burns every inch of my body. As I pull away I rest my head against his chest. "please don't ever doubt that I love you with my entire being, and that I would do anything if it means being with you forever."

I gaze up into his eyes that are shining gold and he reaches up to cup my face in both hands. "Isabella Marie Swan, I will never doubt your love and devotion if you promise to never doubt mine." I simply nod and his lips press into mine once more, in a sweet tender kiss. Slowly he deepens the kiss and tongue darts out from between his lips, prodding my lips in an attempt to gain entrance. I willingly allow him access, and soon our tongues are dancing, not in a battle for dominance, but in desperate need to explore.

I am careful of his teeth, making sure that I don't catch myself on one of his razor sharp teeth, though in my personal opinion there would be no better way to be turned than in a private, intimate moment such as this.

I let out a low moan as Edwards hands ghost across my breasts, down my stomach and settle on my hips. Suddenly he lifts me on to the counter, pushing me into the cabinets, caressing my thighs as my legs automatically wrap around his waist.

Our movements are growing frantic now, as Lucia de Lammermoor crescendos around us. Our lips move in as a passion builds inside both of us. All coherent thought flies out the window as Edward's right hand grasps my breast, and his left toys with the hem of my sweater. He pulls back briefly so that I have a moment to breathe. He tugs on my sweater and looks me questioningly in the eye. I'm panting heavily, but I manage to nod briskly and instantaneously my shirt is thrown off to the side and I am left in my simple black bra.

Edward's low growl rips through his chest, and his shirt is gone in a flash. He crashes our lips together once more and my hands run in a continuous pattern up and down his smooth chest, and over the taut muscles of his back before they wind their way into his gorgeous mane.

Every nerve in my body is alive as Edward kisses his way down my neck. My head falls to the side and my right hand leaves Edward's hair to grasp the cabinet behind me, while the other stays firmly in place.

His mouth works its way across my chest, sucking here, licking there, tracing the line of my bra, palming my breasts through my bra. His left hand remains busy with my breast as the right sneaks around my back to the clasp. As he reaches it, a loud dinging noise fills the air. His hand drops to the counter top, scrunching into a fist. "Ignore it!" I whisper into his ear. He looks as if he is about to until the smell of smoke reaches both of us, and we both swivel to se the toaster oven burst into flame.

Poor Bells is never going to get any

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