Minibusted

Rated M for lemons.

Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, not to me. Sigh. No copyright infringement is intended, just admiration.

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Chapter 4: Afterglow

Edward's pov

I swaggered down to the lobby in the morning, thinking that I would take something up to Bella for breakfast. She was still sound asleep. My brothers and sisters were sitting on the brightly upholstered couches, perusing newspapers and checking out the humans checking out. I greeted them cheerfully.

Emmett stood up and gaped at me. "I don't believe it! Edward got some."

Jasper looked up from behind his paper. "You are in quite the good mood this morning, Bimbo," he smirked. Rosalie shot a knowing look at me and started to giggle. Obviously Alice had shared the blackmail photos.

Alice looked over at Jasper. "Well, he should be. He made it past second base without doing any damage. You'd better tone the incandescence down before the kids arrive, Edward. You look like the cat who ate the canary."

"Okay, enough teasing about my private life. We are supposed to check out in 3 hours. I am taking food up to Bella. No need for her to look everybody in the eye first thing in the morning. Please do not disturb. We'll meet you in the lobby at 11:00 to check out."

"Edward? Do you mind if we stop by the casino briefly before we head for home? If we play the slots, then Angela is going to get a good prize. I'd like to see her get some money of her own. She doesn't always get the treats that some of her friends do."

"Yes, I'd like to see that, too. She's a very good person. The best of Bella's circle. I'll see you at eleven. I left, whistling.

It took me a little while to decide what to get Bella. A little souvenir seemed in order, in addition to breakfast. I found a delicate gold hair clasp adorned with a cluster of freshwater pearls in the jewelry shop across the road, and decided a bacon, cheese and egg bagel and juice would probably be well received. Bella hadn't eaten fast food in some time, having been lectured repeatedly by Alice about spare tires being incompatible with designer wedding dresses.

By the time I got upstairs, Bella was awake. She smiled the smile that was only for me up from the pillow. "I thought you'd loved me and left me."

"Who, me? I am Mr. Long Term Commitment". I kissed her briefly and held out the paper takeout bag. She took it gratefully and dug in.

"You always know how to make the morning perfect," Bella sighed. I closed my hand around the hair clasp and held both fists out to her. Bella eyed me inquisitively.

"Choose". She picked the right hand. "Nope." I started to withdraw the left hand to put it in my pocket. Bella wasn't having that. She grinned and grabbed my arm with both of hers and tried to keep me from taking my hand back. It was pitiful. "Uh-uh, you picked wrong. If you want your token of my affection now, you will have to pay me a forfeit." Her scent changed as she turned on.

"Aw, I thought maybe it was more food. You shouldn't buy me gifts, Edward. You are everything I want. I don't need more than that."

I waited, smirking. I could almost see the wheels spinning in her head. On one hand, Bella really didn't like it when I gave her presents. On the other hand, she could probably get something she wanted from me by 'paying' me a forfeit. And she'd be secretly dying to know what I got her. And she wouldn't want to hurt my feelings.

"If I claim the gift, what forfeit will you ask for?" Bella asked nonchalantly. Her heart thudded erratically.

"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you tell me what you are willing to pay?" I flirted with her from under my eyelashes. "Breathe, Bella." She drew in an unsteady breath. She gave me an appraising look, then dropped her eyes as though she had decided against saying what she wanted to say.

"Tell me what forfeit you want to give me, love," I coaxed.

"No, I don't think you'll... accept it."

I raised my eyebrows. "It is ... important to you, isn't it, and you're sure I will say no. Maybe we can compromise. It's worked before."

Bella peeked at me from under the curtain of her hair, then started talking to her hands as she twisted them. I took them and smoothed them out, and she kept her focus on them as she spoke. "Well, uh..." she turned the most delicious red, "There is something that I've been thinking all morning about wanting to try, but I think it would be too easy to go too far, and Alice said we shouldn't break a Commandment or you might break more than one." She blinked nervously.

"So perhaps you could... scale your idea down a bit?"

"Well, uh, I was um, thinking that I would really like to have ... a bath with you."

It was my turn to look down. "I don't think I'm ready to have full body contact with you in water, love. It's not that I don't want to, but my instincts are already difficult to control. You smell so good wet. It's easier to touch you and look at you a bit at a time. We could shower."

"What if we wore bathing suits?"

"Mmm, better. Okay, I am going to make a suggestion. If you think you can stick to the rules then we can try it. It was very helpful when you held so still last night. If you get carried away it is going to be very difficult for me to control my strength." I explained what I had in mind. Bella said she thought she could handle it, so I snagged the thong and went in to run a bath.

I was soaking in the steaming water when Bella rapped softly on the door. I shut my eyes and told her it was okay to come in. I heard her pad softly to the side of the tub.

"Be careful, the water might be a little hot for you yet. I thought since my body temperature would cool it down quickly, that I should start it out as hot as possible." I waited, but Bella did not step into the tub.

Suddenly, Bella was touching my hair, gently pouring water on me out of a plastic cup. I stiffened, pressed hard against the back of the tub. I eyed her warily. She was wrapped in a towel, kneeling on the mat beside me.

"Ssh, it's okay. Let me take care of you for a change." Bella picked up shampoo and lathered up my head. It was wonderfully relaxing. I let the tightness go out of my muscles one by one, and surrendered to her ministrations. Hot water trickled down my back as she rinsed out the shampoo, and the last of my tension went with it.

"You need a shave." Bella scraped her nails along my jaw.

"I thought I'd take a breather from it for the weekend. Most guys don't bother shaving when they're on vacation. Do you mind it?"

"No, I like it. For a long time, I wasn't sure you even needed to shave. You used to bathe and shave so often. Your OCD is so much better. It's kind of sexy, the stubble."

"Our cells do regenerate, you know. If I cut my hair, it does grow back. It would be terrible if it didn't. We'd all be terrified to damage it."

"Lean forward."

"Yes, ma'am." She took soap and began to rub it on my back in lazy circles. I sighed and shut my eyes. It was nice to be taken care of for a change.

"You feel so warm," she marvelled.

It had been so many years since I had allowed anyone to touch me. Until Bella came into my life, I had not wanted to be touched by anyone. Since she had come along, there was little else I thought about, but I had not dared to put fantasies into reality. I was too afraid that I would accidentally hurt her. It was Bella who dared to act. It was Bella who was fearless.

"Lean back."

I obeyed, careful to move slowly, and rested my arms on the sides of the tub. I opened my eyes to look at her, and groaned.

Bella had dropped the towel. Nothing but her hair and bikini thong hid her from me. And they weren't hiding much. I goggled at her like an idiot. I knew I was staring like an idiot, and I couldn't so much as close my mouth. I was instantly hard. I was too turned on to be embarrassed. Bella ignored my reaction and started soaping my chest.

Bella's fingers played up and down my chest, my arms...my abdomen. Her heat radiated onto my skin. As she leaned forward, I had tantalizing glimpses of her pert breasts. The ends of her hair got wet, sliding over me and tickling. She got closer and closer to the band of my suit, then she moved her hands to my thighs, soaping and rubbing. Bella was teasing then, creeping her fingers up my legs to touch my inner thighs. I backed up a bit, nervous as to how far she would try to progress. I desperately wanted her to touch me, but every time she tried I felt like biting.

"You okay?" she murmured.

I nodded a little to let her know it was okay. She slid her hot hands up my legs until they were resting under my butt, with her thumbs pinching down against the V of my groin. She kneaded the muscles between her fingers. She brushed my anus softly as her fingers explored. I gasped. She stroked my balls, and massaged them gently. I moaned.

Instantly, Bella placed her warm hand on me with only the thin suit between us. She explored my hard length through the material. She stroked and rubbed and squeezed until I shook. I lost track of time for several of her quick, throbbing heartbeats, and then I was again lost in her eyes.

Bella did not hesitate. She slipped her fingers into my suit and touched me. Really touched me. Then she took her hand back and started rubbing her chest. In a daze, I realized that she was rubbing my ejaculate onto her breasts. I couldn't believe it. I was goggling like a sappy date again.

Bella looked at me tenderly. "Now, you have physically marked me as yours. I belong to you." She kissed my eyes lightly shut. Her scent and mine intertwined. Such a rush. My scent was more powerfully present on her than I had ever experienced it. I sat silently, overwhelmed. How had I ever done anything good enough to deserve Bella? To deserve this? And yet, Bella thought I deserved this. Bella didn't think I was a monster. Bella thought I was a man. Decades of distress evaporated and I floated euphorically.

"You are more than I deserve. You make me so happy."

"I think you have that backwards, Edward." I felt her climb gingerly between my knees and lower herself to rest her bare back against my chest. I felt the roughness of a towel brush my arms as she spread it over us. Bella rested her hands and arms on my legs. Bella's pulse thrummed while she waited for me to respond. I wasn't ready. I didn't move or open my eyes for several minutes. She smelled so good wet.

At last, I nuzzled my face into her hair, and she lay her head down against my shoulder, relaxing. Soon, she was very still and calm. She passed me shampoo. I wet her head and then lathered her up, taking an extra long time to massage her scalp and untangle the curling tresses. I scooped water into the cup and carefully washed out all the suds. Her long hair fanned out over my chest. It felt amazing. Then, Bella passed me a bar of soap.

Gently, I took it and moved my hands back under the towel. I caressed her and let my hands slither over her skin, diverting my path whenever I hit the strings of her thong. She hummed quietly, completely relaxed. I pushed her to sit up, and then I started washing her back. My eyes followed my hands as they trailed up and down her gleaming skin. She turned her head and rested it on her knees, peeking at me from under her lashes. After I rinsed off the soap, she leaned back again, carefully repositioned the towel, and sighed contentedly.

I slipped my hands carefully back under the towel, and started playing with her breasts. Her hands caressed my legs as I gave her what she wanted. I played with her for a long time, until she shuddered and cried out my name and fell back against me. Bliss.

"Well, now we are going to smell really good. Unfortunately, my siblings will know something of how we've been spending the morning," I chuckled softly into her ear. She smiled up at me and pulled my head down for a kiss.

"Like we've ever been able to get anything past Alice anyhow. I might as well get used to the fact that there are no secrets in the family. Jasper isn't going to eat me, is he?"

"Jasper learned his lesson the last time. I'm amazed he's showing such control: 2500 miles shut up in a bus with a bunch of sweaty humans." I shook my head, smiling ruefully.

"He has been looking rather strained. Maybe he should ride home in the Vanquish with us."

"It would mean having Titch, too. He doesn't like being separated from her. It's the only reason he tagged along."

"Well, this has been such a great trip, that I am considering forgiving Alice for everything."

"She'll be delighted to hear it. We should get out soon and get ready to go. Time is moving on."

"Just a few more minutes, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Edward?"

"M hmm?"

"Do I get my present now?"

"When you're dry and dressed, you minx." I squeezed her and kissed her ear.

"Minx?"

"I always seem to be thinking of you as my minx. Does that bother you?" I fretted.

"No. I like it. I wonder what my present could be... Niagara Falls nail clippers, maybe."

"Not even close," I smiled against her neck. "Come on, love. If we stay in here much longer, the kids will all be pouring into our room again, and Jess and Lauren will give Mrs Stanley enough Intel to feed her grapevine for years."

"Alright. Edward?"

"Yes, Bella?"

"Thanks."

"I should be the one thanking you. I'm putting this on my Best Morning Ever list."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Bella."

"Shut your eyes, I'm going to get out."

Our scent wafted over me as she stood up. Bliss.