Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Wuthering Heights

BPOV

My favorite time of the day, waking up next to Edward.

I smiled watching him.

The covers had slipped, leaving his chest and stomach exposed. One leg was bent and uncovered too. His hair sexy and wild, with a body that made me want to experience every sin I could think of with him.

Oh man, did I ever want to sin.

I moved closer, unable not to touch.

My hand immediately went to him, as if it was being pulled magnetically. Touching his flat stomach, moving downward to the trail of hair, my fingers swirling around his navel.

My fingers began to slip under the sheet.

Where were his boxers?

I screamed surprised, looking up at him, when his hand caught mine.

He was grinning, the turn of his lips lopsided and unbelievably sexy. "Planning on having your way with me?"

"Maybe," I answered innocently.

"Mmm," he groaned and stretched. "Good thing I woke up then. I wouldn't want to miss any of it."

So quick that I didn't even see it coming, he caught me around the waist, pulling me down on top of him.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, as he cupped the back of my head.

He kissed my ear and murmured, "I love you, Bella."

His mouth moved to the base of my neck. He kissed and nipped at my skin; sucking lightly, just light enough to not leave a mark on my fair skin.

My fingers traced the cut of his jawline until they threaded into his hair as I kissed him back passionately.

I sat up, straddling his waist, his hands automatically moving to my thighs holding me in place.

"I like this," I said, my hands rubbing up and down my bare chest. Sliding down his hard stomach.

"You like what?" he asked.

"Having you at my mercy."

I smiled and shifted, rubbing against the hardness of his erection.

He groaned, gripping my thighs tighter.

I moved again and again. Each movement more arousing than the last but not enough.

Not even close enough.

Running his fingers under the edge of my panties he said, "Seems you forgot to take these off."

I stood up on the bed, planting my feet on either side of his hips and worked them off, kicking them behind me.

From beneath me, he looked up at me his breaths coming in short pants. His gorgeous green eyes hooded, moving from my face to my parted legs.

Before I could register what he was doing, he sat up, his hands sliding up my legs, over the front of my thighs, curving around to grip my bottom.

He brought his head up, pressing his mouth to me, his tongue lapping up the slit of my sex.

My legs nearly buckled under that. His fingers gripping my bottom holding me in place, as he continued to lick and taste me.

My head fell back, my breath coming in sobbing gasps, as he devoured me.

So good.

Abandoning me right at my release, he pulled me down with him as he lay back, until I was kneeling over him again.

Our eyes met and held for a moment before he pulled me down onto him.

I cried out, my body fully impaled on his, my orgasm vibrating through me over and over until I couldn't breathe.

I slowly opened my eyes, looking down at him once my release subsided.

"Now you can have your way with me."

Finally I moved my hips; I closed my eyes and groaned as I slowly began to move upon him. I rode him faster and harder as I rose up and down.

Edward moaned as I slide back down his length, holding him, caressing him. His body tightened as I arched my back with a cry of bliss. He followed, his own orgasm pounding through him.

Twenty minutes later, after showering to clear my head, I made my way into the living room only to discover Edward lying on the couch asleep, his arm up over his forehead.

I had been selfish waking him up this morning but the idea of not being with him for thirty-eight hours was my defense.

While I'm at work for 12 hours, he was home. An hour after I'm off of work, he starts a 24 hour rotation.

I hated it.

And he was making it extremely difficult to leave.

He had slipped on a pair of sweatpants that rode low on his hips and nothing else.

I swallowed, loving the sight.

His hair was tousled and so tempting.

I wanted to touch him.

The faint stubble along his jaw.

His bare chest.

Lord, I wanted to touch him again and not just with my fingers.

Work, I had to go to work.

No, I had to face the truth; I wanted an excuse to stay with him.

Even in the aftermath of fantastic sex and the distance between us, I was still craving him.

I trudged though my day the best that I could with a new motto; it doesn't matter.

Apparently, my relationship with Edward was the hot topic around the hospital.

Amazing how news spread that not only had I snagged Forks' very own Doctor McDreamy, but I had either bewitched or brainwashed him, because guess what we were living together.

Yeah, that's what happened.

It doesn't matter.

We knew the truth and it was our decision to make.

I was avoided like the plague. But then again, I wasn't here to make friends.

Before I knew it I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria reading my battered paperback copy of Wuthering Heights that had seen better days:

1801. - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.

'Mr. Heathcliff?' I said.

"Excuse me?"

Startled I looked up from my book to the speaker.

James.

Lately he seemed to be everywhere I was.

"Bella? Right?"

"Yes." Sitting my book down.

"I'm James."

"I remember."

"Would you mind if I joined you? I hate to eat alone."

Considering I didn't have a tray in front of me he would be.

Knowing I should say no, I nodded. "Sure."

I picked my book back up, thinking I could pretend he wasn't there, picking up where I left off:

A nod was the answer.

'Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts - '

"So, you're from Forks?" he asked, taking the seat in front of me.

Great, he wanted to make small talk.

Glancing up from my book I replied, "Yes."

"I was raised in Biloxi, Mississippi, an air force brat. My dad was stationed at Kessler Air Force Base," he said fiddling with his fork.

Too much information.

I nodded, clearly not knowing what to say to him.

Trying to read my book again:

'Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir,' he interrupted, wincing. 'I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it - walk in!'

He just didn't give up. "What are you reading?"

I might as well be polite. Turning the book over to show him the cover, "Wuthering Heights."

"May I?"

As he took the book he added, "I've never read any of the classics."

Whatever the reason I replied, "The classics are my favorite."

He was flipping through the pages when my bookmark fell out. Not that it was holding my place. When I read the book I usually just opened it and read whatever section it opened to.

It was actually a photo booth picture taken at a county fair when I was ten. Charlie had let me laminate it at the station, keeping it in the same condition as the day it was took.

Picking up the bookmark he said, "Sorry."

He had the oddest expression while he looked at the picture, as if he was solving a puzzle.

Thinking back to that summer it was one of my favorite memories.

Charlie was still a patrolman and in shift rotation working third shift the entire summer. Every day that Charlie worked, I was at the Cullen's.

Needing to entertain their kids plus the two that took up residency with them, Carlisle and Esme packed up the rag-tag bunch for a daytrip to the Jefferson County Fair.

I can only imagine what James was thinking looking at the picture since four out of the five kids in the picture were making silly faces, while one scowled.

We are actually serenading Emmett while he showed his displeasure.

He was thirteen, entering puberty and his voice would croak or squeak when he talked. Having watched reruns of The Brady Bunch on TV Land, the four of us, Alice, Jasper, Edward and me, had perfected the song Time to Change, just for Emmett.

I laughed to myself, remembering how the five of us crammed into that booth, praying it wouldn't tip over.

James asking a question brought me back from the past, "How long have you known the Cullen's?"

"Nineteen years."

"Hmm…that's a long time."

After placing the picture back in the book, he handed it back to me. "Sorry for losing your place."

Reaching for my book, "It's okay."

Standing up abruptly he said, "Thanks for sharing your table. I'll see you around."

What caught my attention was how he stared at the book in my hand instead of making eye contact.

Strange.

At least he was gone so I could enjoy the rest of my lunch hour.

Whether I read my book or daydreamed about my Doctor McDreamy, it was my time.

Please review after reading - Annie