I still do not own Twilight.

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Edward shut the door as he left the room, and I turned to the bag Alice had packed for me. Should I reach in and see what her idea of appropriate nighttime attire is, or should I put it off and just hop into the shower? I decided to bite the bullet and dove into the overnight bag, pulling out the smaller bag bearing a note which read, "Pajamas," pinned to the top. I held my breath as I opened the bag containing my night clothes.

Of all the surprises I had received this evening, this was by far my favorite. A familiar scent had escaped the bag as I pulled the pajamas out and it was revealed to me that these pajamas were actually some of Edward's clothes. Alice had packed me one of Edward's unbelievably soft navy blue v-neck t-shirts and clean pair of white boxer shorts.

Ever since I had worn Edward's leather jacket back from our trip to Port Angeles when we had first met, I secretly desired to have some of his clothing to wear around the house and to bed. The problem was, Edward was always around at night, so I couldn't steal one of his t-shirts to sleep in because he would know. Though, between a t-shirt to keep and Edward staying over, I would much rather have Edward. The truth was, I had always been too embarrassed to ask him for a t-shirt to wear. Alice fixed that for me, and I took that moment to say a silent 'thank you' to her. I looked at the bottom of the bag to make sure I had gotten everything, and saw a note from Alice which read, "You're welcome," and laughed out loud.

I continued to chuckle as I walked over to start the shower. I went back to the bag to see what Alice had packed for shower-related activity, and found a razor, shampoo and conditioner, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and fancy-looking face wash in the toiletry bag. Apparently, she had 'seen' there would be acceptable body wash in the shower. I carried the bag over with me and set it on a stool right outside of the glass encased shower.

I let the hot water soak into my back for a minute, but then rushed though the rest of my shower routine in my effort to get back to Edward more quickly. I knew it had to be boring for him to always be waiting on me to get through everything. He did not mind it, or at least he pretended he didn't mind to make me feel good. He had once told me he could be patient if he made a great effort. As I started to contemplate why he bothered at all, I shook the thoughts from my head before they could fully develop. He loved me, and that is why he was patient. I was worth it, even if it was hard for me to understand why he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I stepped out of the shower carefully and dried myself off using one of the massive, soft towels right outside of the glass door. I wrapped the towel around myself and then went over to the sink area to blow dry my hair, brush my teeth and put some lotion Alice had provided me with on my arms and legs. I took care of the rest of my human needs and then went over to put on Edward's clothes.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head and pulled the shorts up my legs and rolled them at the waistband twice to make them fit the right way. The shirt was too big and long, but the material was a bit clingy in certain spots. I smoothed myself off and then paused to take a deep breath, inhaling Edward's mouthwatering scent. I smiled into the mirror and then turned toward the door, feeling good about my evening.

Completely relaxed, I opened the door to the bathroom to reveal a shirtless Edward. To say I was unprepared for this sight would be a massive understatement. I was floored, speechless, though unfortunately not soundless. I gasped and my mouth remained hanging open even after the noise had escaped my lips. Edward was standing across the room wearing only a pair of white pajama pants, perfectly matching the white boxers I was wearing, naturally. The pants were tied with a drawstring, but hung low on his hips, revealing his muscled lower stomach.

Realizing my mouth was still hanging open, I shut it quickly. I opened it to speak, but couldn't find the right words and shut it again and looked up to his face. If I was surprised by his lack of shirt, then I was shocked by the look on his face. Edward had conflicting emotions running in tandem on his face. He looked, almost embarrassed. It couldn't be. Embarrassment was not an emotion that registered with Edward, and it certainly did not belong on his face. The other emotion was slowly beating back the look of embarrassment. This was an emotion I had seen cross his face more and more recently and was easily identifiable. Desire.

The look of desire in his eyes caused me to blush deeply, as was always the case when I saw that particular look in his eyes. There was a problem here, he was half naked and I was the one who was blushing. I straightened up and looked him in the eye, smiling. He smiled back at me and began to cross the room.

"I believe you are wearing my clothing Isabella," he said quietly, but with mischief dancing in his eyes. "I must confess, I think they look much better on you. I should have let Alice raid my closet for you much sooner," he commented as he stopped directly in front of me. "There is just something so…" he struggled for the words, which was beyond unusual for Edward. "You look so… alluring. Positively tempting," he finished.

So, apparently wearing his clothing was a turn on for Edward. I filed that away in my head for future reference. I'm sure it would come in handy at some point in the future and I could use it to my advantage.

"Speaking of tempting," I replied back, staring openly at his bare chest, looking down and his stomach and then moving my eyes back up his chest all the way up to his eyes. "Should I assume Alice purposefully forgot to pack you a shirt, or did you come up with this all on your own?" I asked.

He threw his head back a bit and laughed out loud. "Alice is diabolical," he replied looking back down at me, and then continued, "But, her heart is in the right place. She is putting a lot of effort into assisting us in removing boundaries prior to the wedding night. Apparently, she does not feel I am moving quickly enough, so she gave me a nudge forward by conveniently forgetting to pack a shirt to sleep in, not that I mind. Do you mind Bella?" he asked, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

Yeah right. Was this a trick question?

"I suppose I will have to endure it, if I must," I said nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. He didn't buy it for one second, but decided to tease me regardless.

"Well, I'm sure I could find a shirt in my bag. Give me one second," he said pulling away from me and starting toward his bag.

I couldn't help my reaction. "NO!" I yelled with a bit too much enthusiasm for the situation, and then promptly blushed in embarrassment at my outburst. My embarrassment didn't stop me from reaching out to grab his arm and hold onto it tightly, as if I could stop him if he really wanted to get to the other side of the room to put on a shirt.

He smiled and looked down at me, turning and pulling me flush with his chest and kissing me gently on the lips, "That was closer to the reaction I was hoping for," he said with a smile. "We should get you in bed," he continued, before kissing me again.

I nodded and walked to my side of the bed and crawled in, while he walked over to the closet. I was curious what he was doing, but it became more obvious when he emerged with extra blankets. I guessed that was the balance of things. I finally got a shirtless Edward to sleep with, but I had to be wrapped up with extra blankets to compensate for his cold skin. I couldn't wait for the moment when none of this would be necessary. Edward walked back to the bed and set them at my feet.

"We can wrap you up when it becomes necessary for the additional blanket. Not quite yet though," he said, and I shivered at the meaning behind his words. "Unless you are cold and need it now," he revised, having seen my shiver. He missed nothing.

"No, I'm not cold," I answered, and then reached out to him like a small child under the covers looking for a hug from a parent before bedtime. He stepped closer on my side of the bed and hugged me. I pulled down on his shoulders, hoping he would take the hint and would climb in bed on top of me, and I was not disappointed.

Edward smiled as he climbed into bed over me and positioned himself hovering over me, pressing against me, but without resting any of his weight on me. We kissed for a few minutes, just nice, sweet kisses. He would kiss me, then whisper something sweet into my ear, and then place another feather-light kiss somewhere else on my face or neck. I was under the comforter in the bed, and that combined with the warmth I felt whenever I kissed Edward kept me from getting too cold, even with him being shirtless.

Shirtless Edward. This was something I had rarely gotten to see, and was something that any woman would kill to have. Particularly to have on top of them kissing and whispering and being the perfect fiancé. While he kissed me softly and whispered in my ears, I ran my hands up and down his sides and his back, now taking my opportunity to run my hands up and down his spine. He seemed to enjoy it, shivering from time to time when I would touch a particularly sensitive spot, and I tried to remember all of the places on his back and sides that he liked to be touched.

We had been kissing for several minutes before I attempted to take it to the next level. I figured I would only get one opportunity, so I had to make it worth it. I rubbed my hands lightly down Edward's sides, then moved my hands to his front and moved my hands slowly up his abs and over his chest muscles, really working to feel each muscle as I moved my fingers upward.

It was then I noticed Edward had stopped kissing me and had buried his eyes into my shoulder. He was breathing heavily and shuddering as I moved my hands north. I had had expected him to stop me very quickly, but he let me continue working my fingers up, slowly touching each abdominal muscle, tracing up over his ribs, over his chest and up to his strong shoulders. He liked this a lot. More than a lot. That much was clear to me. His heavy breathing against my shoulder and his eyes shut tight almost looked like pain, but I knew enough to know he couldn't be feeling pain at my touch. He was feeling pleasure. I tried to push away the embarrassment of my revelation. I shouldn't be embarrassed I made him feel this way. I should feel pride.

Emboldened by his reaction, I started to work my hands down his chest and over his ribs again, feeling him shudder and sigh against my neck. When I reached his abs, he suddenly stiffened and grabbed my wrists gently, but firmly and stopped my progress. He moved my wrists to one hand and then pushed himself off of me, sitting next to me on the bed with his head down, looking at the sheets.

"I'm sorry Edward. What did I do wrong?" I asked. I was nervous now.

"Nothing love," he replied, releasing my wrists and then running a hand through his hair. "You did nothing wrong. It's me. It just felt so amazing. I needed to stop," he said apologetically, though still not looking me in the eye.

I felt terrible. I had tried to push him too far, too fast. I was just so excited to have him in bed with me, with no shirt. We had removed a barrier, but we had to build upon it a bit more slowly. He finally looked up to meet my eyes.

"Bella," he started, clearly frustrated. "This is not your fault. Please understand me when I say that to you," he said firmly, clearly having read the emotions playing across my face. "I just need to calm down for a second. To get my head straight again," he finished.

I looked into his eyes and sighed a bit of relief. He continued, "I do think it is time for you to go to sleep though Bella. It is very late and we have had a big day."

I hated to admit it, but he was right. It was late and I was tired. I smiled and nodded at him a bit, and he seemed a bit relieved. I guess we would have to build upon expanding boundaries gradually. He reached down to the end of the bed to grab the extra blanket he had placed there earlier, and then wrapped it around me. He laid down and I shifted to my side and he pulled me close. I rested my cheek against his chest and draped my over around his side and hugged him close to me.

Edward turned off the lamp in the room before softly kissing my hair and whispering in my ear, "Sleep well my love," as I drifted off into the night.

So, I am trying to decide whether to continue this story or not. This kind of feels like a natural ending place in some ways. I don't know. You tell me. I can make some stuff up for them to do the next day. The point of this story was to kind of bridge between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn and to give us some of the moments we missed over the summer, like Edward giving her the cars and the credit card and the first time they slept in the same bed where he wasn't wearing a shirt. So, if you would like me to continue, let me know.