Ok, I know I've been gone for a while, but my computer has been broken for like two months now. So… I wasn't going to post more on this story, but since I got such good feedback, I figured I'd post another chapter and see how it went. If I get more good reviews, I might continue. So, review, review, review. I also wanted to post this so people would know that I am still writing and I'll post more on my other storied soon, I just haven't been able to lately. Plus, I've got a new story that I'll be starting sometime soon.

xoxo—BlueEyes

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Twilight, that is Stephenie Meyer's.

LIAR

"Did you miss me?" Edward pulled me to his chest and I ducked my head. If I looked at him, he might see the betrayal in my eyes. I silently thanked God that he couldn't read my thoughts.

"Of course," I said quietly. He kissed the top of my head, and we stood there in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other. He and Alice had just returned home this early this morning, before the sun had even illuminated the sky. Not that there was much sunlight here anyway, being Alaska and all.

"Being away from you was a kind of torture of the worst degree," he said at last. "How did you manage?" I pulled away from him then and turned my back. I had left Carlisle's bedroom a mere three hours before they came home. It was all I could do to shower and calm myself down in those three hours. I kept worrying that Edward would smell him on me. I hadn't seen Carlisle since I had left him conversing with someone on his phone.

"Miserably," I answered. I wasn't sure if it was a lie. I mean I am miserable now. Of course while he was gone I had someone to keep me company, and that wasn't bad at all…it was really nice, actually. Oh God, I can't think like that.I'm going to go insane.

"I'm sorry," Edward approached me again, but I crept away from him and went to the bed. The sheets were still messed from where I had been laying all of yesterday. I wondered if the other bed I had occupied yesterday was still disorderly. I cannot keep thinking about this. I need something to distract me. My eyes turned to Edward again.

He was standing across the room staring at me intently. "You're not angry, are you?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I told him. I smiled too, so he would believe me.

"Well, are you alright? You're acting strangely, Bella." He walked to the bed and sat beside me now. I turned to him and looked directly at him for the first time since he'd been home.

"I'm fine." Lie. "Really. I just missed you, is all," I leaned up to kiss him on lips, and he put his arm around my waste. I was hesitant in the kiss, as if he would just know, somehow, that he wasn't the only one that had been with me in the past few hours.

I pulled away, but he wouldn't let me go far, he held me in his arms and stroked my hair gently. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waste.

"I am sorry I had to leave you, but you know Alice. When she wants something, one way or another she'll get it," he chuckled softly.

"It's ok," I brought my face to his and kissed him again. This time I didn't with more intensity. My tongue darted out seeking entrance into his; he was happy to oblige. My mouth moved feverishly over his as our tongues danced together. His hands held my waist, and my fingers tangled in his copper locks. I straddled his waist and tried to get as close to him as possible. Then, suddenly, he pulled away. I gave him a confused look, I mean, why in God's name would he stop?

"Bella, should we really be doing this now?" his voice was husky and I could see pure lust in his eyes. He wanted this just as much as I did, so I have not idea why he was questioning it.

"Yes, we really should," I leaned in so that our foreheads were touching. "You said you were sorry for leaving me," he nodded, "Then make it up to me."

We kissed then and I tried to work his shirt off of his sculpted body. He pulled it off, and I kissed down his neck and chest, then back up again. He placed his hands on my neck and kissed me again. I pulled away to remove my blouse, since he was, obviously, never going to do it. Once it was off, I reached for the clasp of my bra. Edward was on top of me before the fabric even hit the floor. His lips moved over my body swiftly.

I reached down to undo his jeans and he did it for me. I could feel his anticipation on my inner thigh, and I laughed before his lips found mine again. His hands rested on my hips then on the button of my pants. He didn't, however, remove them, and I sat up to work them off myself.

"You're impatient," he said smiling.

"Aren't you?" He should be, that's for damn sure. I'm his wife now; he should want to make love to me every minute of every day of every week.

"Good things come to those who wait, Bella," he whispered. I rolled my eyes, and then flipped us over so I was on top. I kissed down his chest and only stopped for a split second at his underwear. The garment was easily removed.

I didn't even have a chance to comprehend what had happened, but he had somehow turned us back over, and was hovering over me. Apparently, he'd given up on waiting. He ripped off my panties, and I was glad to see any sign of aggression in him. He had been so careful with me before, too careful.

He paused at my entrance, and looked into my eyes deeply. I nodded my permission, not that he needed to wait for it. He was always welcome to my body. He slowly penetrated me and—

Oh My God.

This was nothing like Carlisle. This was sweet and pure, and the only kind of love I needed. I had made a mistake before with Carlisle; I had been confused. I didn't want him, Edward was all I could ever want, or need.

Then I felt bad for thinking of Carlisle while I was with my love. I pushed all thoughts away and let the pleasure take over my body. It wasn't hard to do.

Our bodies rocked together in sync, and I let soft moans escape my lips. Right as we orgasmed together, I breathed his name.

"Edward." When we were done he kissed me deeply before pulling out. He rolled over and I snuggled into his arms. "I love you."

"You will always be my only one, true love," he told me. Guilt stung me, and I tried to shake it off. "So, you did miss me then?"

"No, not really," I said nonchalantly, with a smile in my voice. He laughed softly.

"Liar."