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WWED?

BPOV

Being in Edward's embrace is something I'll never let myself forget. Even if I develop Alzheimer's when I'm old and grey I will never forget the feeling of absolute security being wrapped in his arms afforded me. If time cruelly strips me of everything else I will never have to work hard to remember his kisses. How they would soft one minute then hard and urgent the next. His body had been chiselled out of marble and he fit me like I was the one he was made for.

I've never been a romantic, I've always been a realist. My mother had claimed our ration of romantic a long time ago and I was happy to give it to her, happy to be more like Charlie when it came down to this. She had stolen his romantic when she left with me bundled onto her hip.

Now, however, I was reclaiming my quotient.

Suddenly it was all why do birds suddenly appear and hold me closer tiny dancer. I've never read Mills and Boons but I was beginning to think I was living it. All I could think about was my heaving bosom and his engorged throbbing member. More than that, however, all else I could think about was how he made me feel when his fingers brushed my skin and his lips brushed my own.

Sigh.

We stayed in the kitchen for a while, my legs wrapped around his taught waist as we chatted to the others about nothing important. Emmett sent the bar staff home after he paid them an extortionate amount of money to pick up all the rubbish. Edward glared at the one called Moss the entire time.

"He keeps fucking smiling at you." Being his only comment on the matter, refusing to be drawn any further.

Emmett and Rosalie disappeared from our company after a while, Rosalie leaning over to whisper into Emmett's ear making him drag her from the room pretty sharpish leaving Jasper grimacing in their wake. Edward told Alice and Jasper that they could take one of the guest rooms on the first floor and they too disappeared hand in hand, only with less of a hurry to have crazy mad monkey sex than Emmett.

"Looks like you are stranded." Edward mumbled into my neck between kisses.

"I could walk."

"Stop fucking teasing me."

"Make me." I bit my bottom lip and looked up at his face through my eyelashes somewhat shocked that I had managed to make myself sound even vaguely seductive. He growled down onto the top of my head with frustration.

"You are going to be the death of me Bella." The way he whispered my name so reverentially made me smile. It was the same way I said his name in my head, that tone of respect and awe mixed with a tinge of lust and hope. I pulled him close to me, just to hold him, to hear his heart, to feel it beat against his chest and mine. "I have to lock up the house." His hands pushed me away slightly. "Climb on." Turning round he clamped my arms around his neck and pushed back for me to secure myself on his back.

"I can walk you know."

"When I'm here you don't have to." He informed me completely serious.

"You can't carry me everywhere."

"I'd carry you anywhere."

Holy shit.

When did this man develop? Two days ago all I had to do was look at him and he would launch a scathing attack on anything he could think of. Now he was suddenly Sir Walter Raleigh offering his cloak to Queen Elizabeth. He had already taken part in a dual over me, all that was left was to write me a sonnet and conquer an undiscovered world for me and the transformation would be complete.

I know of an undiscovered world he could conquer.

I was becoming seriously depraved.

He walked us through to the control panel sitting by the front door and punched in a complicated code. Shutters rolled down over the windows and I heard bolts slam into place.

"I was only joking about going home, you don't have to actually hold me prisoner."

"It's not all about you Bella." He laughed at me. "Esme and Carlisle insist on it, they check whenever they come home that we use it. It's all about the security, they have some seriously precious shit in this house."

"Think a lot of yourself don't you? Calling yourself precious." Making him laugh again I marvelled at the sound. Never a sexier sound had I heard.

"It's more about the artwork."

"What if there is a fire? You have to punch in a million digit number to get out?" Genuinely interested in the answer I pushed in closer to his back to make sure I could hear him.

"There is an escape route."

"An escape route? Jesus. What have I got myself mixed up in? Some sort of mob operation?"

"Don't joke about stuff like that Bella." His voice was low and I picked up on the warning. I had just pushed a very sensitive button and I made a note to find out the source.

"Sorry." I whispered into his ear before kissing the back of his neck softly, his hair tickling my nose. A little noise escaped his throat and I made another note to make sure he did that again before the sun rose.

EPOV

What is she doing?

I had carried her up to my room before throwing her down with a loud thwump onto the bed, her breasts bouncing from the impact. My eyes had been glued to that motion like I had just been released from prison. She made my fingers twitch to touch them and my cock twitch to be between them.

Would she go for that?

Probably not.

And now her hips were wiggling slightly as she peeled off her jeans. Slowly, so fucking slowly, the denim slid down her thighs revealing soft white skin that was just begging to be kissed until she kicked them off with her bare feet. Stretching her body out made her groan and arch her back.

I was on the bed in seconds after that, kneeling above her prone body.

"You could maybe try looking slightly less desperate Cullen."

"Don't call me Cullen." Growling down at her my fingers found their way to the buttons of my shirt.

"Cullen." A quirked eyebrow let me know she was teasing even though her voice was firm and provocative. Fingernails stroked across my scalp making a noise escape my mouth. She made that happen almost every time she touched me, even a light brush across my hand made sounds gurgle up from somewhere deep inside.

"Fucking stop it." Her hands pulled my head down to hers, kisses pressed onto my jaw, up to my earlobe before her teeth nipped lightly.

"Fucking make me." Shivers ran down my spine when she breathed the words into my ear before her lips travelled back down my neck.

What the...?

Where did this Bella come from? Am I dreaming? Shy as a church mouse downstairs and now she was a seductress.

"I want you so much." Escaped from my brain through my lips as I brought my mouth down onto her collar bone. Taking her wrists into my hands I pinned them above her head, making her squirm underneath me. My lips roamed freely down her body, in the valley between her breasts before traversing the peaks, making her gasp as my tongue flicked across her already hard nipples.

"Cullen, keep going."

"Grrrr." Letting her wrists go my fingers joined my tongue in the domination of her nipples, pulling and twisting until her hips bucked up to make contact with my groin. Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my face up to hers. Coffee coloured eyes sparkled at me before our lips crashed together and my tongue slid into her hot, damp mouth as my hands continued cupping the soft tits she kept arching up to my chest.

My hands slid down to her waist, skimming down to her ass to pull her in tight against me as I shifted my weight to roll us over.

The sight of her on top of me, my shirt wide open on her beautiful torso, her glossy dark hair framing her heart shaped face and her hips grinding down onto me as she bit her bottom lip was glorious.

There was no blood left in my body anywhere else, it had rushed straight to my cock to make it throb almost painfully. I wanted to be inside her desperately but let her take the lead. She was rubbing her naked crotch along the length of my cock, the wetness from her own arousal seeping into the material of my track pants.

Her eyes were closed as she threw her head back to let loose a loud moan.

"Look at me Bella." Her teeth were biting at her bottom lip again, her hips rocking on top of my cock. The friction was delicious and bringing me closer to the sweet nothingness of orgasm. Her head stayed back as her back started to arch.

"Cullen." She elongated the vowel, making my name sound like something intensely sexual.

"Fucking look at me Bella." My fingers slipped into her slit finding her clit as her juices covered them, her head snapped forward and her eyes found mine.

"Edward...I'm going to..." She couldn't finish the sentence as her hips picked up speed. Sitting up I took a nipple into my mouth as my fingers worked furiously on her clit, sliding down her wet and hot centre and sliding inside her. The walls of her pussy pulsed as my fingers entered her; Bella's hands gripped my hair, yanking my head to the side as her lips crashed down onto mine.

"Come for me." I whispered into her ear, my hands still at work on her groin. Her body rocked with the orgasm that ricocheted through her body as my own seed spilled forth. My fingers stayed inside her as her orgasm continued, my thumb flicking over her clit, making it last as long as I could for her, making her cry my name until we collapsed back onto the bed her body pressed down on top of mine.

BPOV

The things he could do to my body were driving me insane. His arms were wrapped around me pulling me tight into his firm chest as we lay naked and basking in the glow of yet another orgasm. I had been right earlier when I predicted I would be like a dog in heat. Just being this close to him was making me eager to have yet another round of the Everything But Penetration Sexual Olympics. I had resolved to find out who he really was but any time his fingers brushed their way through my hair my brain dissolved to mush.

His breathing was deep but serene making my head rise and fall as it rested upon the defined planes of his beautiful chest. My eye was in alignment with his nipple and it was taking all of my resolve to not take it into my mouth. It was meant to be the guy who was all out of control with lust but I couldn't help myself.

I wanted him...but I wanted his body more.

"Stop staring at my nipple you insatiable woman." His hoarse sexy voice broke through my peaceful worship of his chest.

"It's not my fault." Sheepishly I looked up at his sleepy grin. His eyes were shut on his still peaceful face.

"Whose fault is it then?" Deciding to take a risk I replied with the first thing that came into my head.

"Your parents. They made you this beautiful." His body immediately tensed under me. Chancing a look up at his face I saw his forehead creasing into a deep frown.

"I'd prefer you calling me sexy if it's all the same, being called beautiful is a tad emasculating." That is not what I expected to come out of his mouth. I had given him the opportunity to set me straight regarding mention of his parent but apart from the tension in his body and face there was nothing else.

"But you are beautiful. Like a sunset across snow topped mountains beautiful." I told him giggling as my fingertips worked out the creases on his forehead to return it to its previously smooth glory.

"Stop it." He growled playfully down at me, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Like a glass topped lake reflecting the Aurora Borealis beautiful."

"Most people just call them the northern lights."

"I'm not most people Edward Cullen."

"Don't I just know that Bella Swan." His fingers brushed along my cheekbone with such tenderness that it prevented me from breathing, let alone coming back at him with a cheeky retort. "Breathe Bella, just breathe." He sniggered.

"Don't you worry about me, I can breathe on my own just fine." My eyelids were growing heavy with the sleep that was hovering just out of sight threatening to consume me until morning.

"I can't breathe without you." Edward mumbled barely audible as his arms crushed me further into his body before relaxing slightly when sleep finally waved over us.

Sunlight streamed through the wall of glass in Edward's room waking me from my deep sleep. For the first time in almost three months I wasn't drenched in sweat and trembling when I awoke. Initially I was disappointed until my mind flashed back to the various ways in which Edward had made my body tremble during the night. Maybe I could live without a dream giving me an orgasm when the real thing was more than happy to accommodate my needs.

The real thing who currently was no longer in the bed beside me. I could still feel the heat from his body lingering in the bed so he hadn't been gone long. Wrapping the bed sheet around me I stumbled as I moved from the bed managing to knock into his desk with my hip. My hip which was already tender from being bashed a couple of times last night at the bar. The impact dislodged a pile of papers sending them spiralling to the floor.

"Shit."

Crouching down I scrambled to pick everything up. Not that Edward would notice any more mess on the floor. Gathering it all together I slapped them back down onto the desk as my eye caught something that I could not resist looking at. Peeking out from under another pile of paper, unfinished English homework by the looks of it, was his passport.

I don't know about anyone else but when I see a passport I have to look at the picture. It is the same with a drivers licence; I am just compelled to check out the photo. Edward looked like he was about twelve in his photograph. The mess of bronze hair was fundamentally unchanged except for the length, the same crooked grin played on his lips, and his eyes were the same. There was not a look of innocence in his twelve year old eyes; there was a look of a kid who had seen too much. They were the same eyes that bored into my own only five hours ago.

What makes a twelve year old lose the look of excitement about the future?

A multitude of stamps appeared on the pages bound within. He was well travelled, jealousy rose in my stomach as I looked down at the countries he had visited in the past. Edinburgh, Paris, Rome, Madrid, Sydney, Berlin and Reykjavik stamps taunted me. I had never been out of the US, let alone to any of the countries he had been to. What could he see in someone like me? We were worlds apart.

Throwing it back down onto the desk I pulled the sheet up to bury my nose in it, to smell him again. His distinct scent assaulted my olfactory sense reminding me that we had shared a bed the previous night, that he must see something in me to have done that. Except that he wasn't with me when I woke up. Maybe he wanted me to leave without having to succumb to the embarrassment of telling me to go.

Don't be such an irrational bitch.

Before I could pull some clothes on the bedroom door burst open and Emmett stormed in.

"Emmett?" He stopped, smirking at me with a quirked eyebrow.

"It smells like sex in here."

"Well, whilst that was a charming statement and I appreciate you coming in here to tell me that," I intoned. "Please could you tell me why?"

"I needed to borrow Edward's credit card."

"He isn't here."

"Where is he?"

"I. Don't. Know." Shrugging at him I tried to pull the sheet up to cover more of my skin as he pushed a button on the illuminated panel next to the door.

"Edward where are you?" Emmett spoke into the speaker loudly and his voice echoed around the house.

"Kitchen." Came the reply and he rushed out of the room as quickly as he had entered it.

EPOV

She had looked just too fucking peaceful to wake up so I had pulled on a pair of boxers and snuck out of the room after softly stroking her cheek with the backs of my fingers. I'd never had anyone stay overnight before. Hell I'd never let anyone into my room before excluding friends but they had been few and far between. I didn't know the etiquette. I was way out of my depth.

Falling asleep with her in my arms was in the top two moments of my life. I hadn't dreamt at all either, probably too spent after the variety of ways we had made each other come without me actually sinking deep into her cock first.

I should make her breakfast and take it up to her. I was starving so she was bound to be too. Only I don't know how to cook.

Shit.

Esme always makes the meals, I've only ever chopped some vegetables and even then I managed to ruin them. How difficult could breakfast be though?

What kind of pan do I make eggs in?

How do I make everything to make sure it's all warm when it's served?

How do you cook bacon?

What would Esme do?

I can't ruin cereal, I could make her that.

How very romantic that is. I could just imagine presenting her with a bowl of soggy cereal on a tray adorned with wild flowers from the garden and a cup of coffee. The look of unadulterated disappointment I imagined crossing her face before she hid it with a smile and indulged me by eating it and hiding her grimace when she did so made me shake my head to make it go away.

How does she take her coffee?

I am definitely way out of my depth here.

Finally I cracked some eggs into a jug and whisked them furiously, unsure what to do when I was done. I was sure I'd seen Esme cook at some point, I'm bound to have picked something up by osmosis. Grabbing a pan I poured in the eggs and waited for something to happen.

"Edward where are you?" Emmett's voice boomed out from the intercom system that was integrated into the control panels throughout the house.

"Kitchen." I depressed the button and replied, frowning as I realised that he had called down from my room. Fucker better not have woken Bella.

Quirking an eyebrow at me as I stalked out of the room to find my credit card Emmett stayed in the kitchen sniggering at my attempts at a romantic gesture. He stood and watched as the eggs burned and welded themselves to the bottom of the pan when I was searching my car for the card.

When I eventually got back to the kitchen Bella was wafting the smoke towards a window she had opened before taking the pan and submerging it into a sink full of soapy water.

"I have to go home." She told me as her hands continued to fan the air.

"What? The smoke will go away."

"I'm not going home because of the smoke." She laughed. Why was she going home then? I wanted her to stay. We still had another night of no parental supervision and I had fully intended on making the most of it. I crossed the room in three strides and pulled her to me.

"Why are you leaving?" My lips brushed over her ear as I whispered into her ear making her body shiver. Her lips kissed my jaw before she answered, making me shiver in return.

"I have to shower, pick up some things and then I'll be back. Plus, I really need a change of clothes." She laughed and pulled back slightly to gesture at her outfit, she was back in her jeans and my shirt.

"I like your outfit."

"You like taking my outfit off me. Besides I'm hungry and need breakfast. I fancy some eggs." She sniggered at me as Alice bounced into the room with Jasper attached to her hand.

"What did the eggs do to you?" Jasper asked as he coughed when the smoke still heavy in the air caught the back of his throat.

"They asked me a stupid fucking question."

"Bella are you ready to go then?" Alice was pulling at Bella's shirt, my shirt, trying to pull her away from me.

Reluctantly Bella pulled her arms from around me. Kissing me hesitantly on the cheek she walked away with Alice's hand in her own. "I'll be back later."

"You'd better be." I mumbled to her back unable to tear my eyes away until the door closed behind them.

BPOV

Alice refused to stop staring at me with that look of tell me everything. This wasn't the same as telling her about the dreams. The dreams didn't have the same intimacy attached. I wasn't as invested in the dreams and I could laugh along with her as we dissected every move and gasp. Not once had I asked her about what went on with Jasper, it would make me sick knowing the details. As far as I was concerned they were asexual. They were like a Barbie and Ken doll with no genitalia, just smooth bumps. Kissing was as far as they went in my mind and that's the way it would stay.

We weren't living an episode of Sex and the City.

"Bella, I want details."

"You aren't going to get any." I replied as she cornered at a dangerous speed. Suddenly I remembered why I always drove, I wanted to reach graduation without being horribly disfigured or killed in a canary yellow Porsche.

"Fine. Just answer me this."

"What?"

"Are you really alright after everything that happened last night with Newton?"

My mind flashed back to him holding me against the wall. He hadn't bruised me with his grip, in fact when he forced his lips down onto mine he hadn't done it with a huge amount of force. In the moment it had felt rougher and more intimidating than it actually was in the cold light of day.

"Honestly, the whole thing scared the hell out of me. But I'm alright."

"Good." She took a hand off the wheel and gripped one of mine tightly giving me a smile of sympathy.

"I'm not a tragic little victim Alice. Besides, no one can get near me when I have my own army of protectors."

"Edward has usurped Jasper as the General." Her laugh filled the tiny car and I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face. "Not that you are complaining."

"No complaints coming from me about Edward right now."

Alice parked the car beside my truck when we arrived at my house. She stayed in the kitchen to make us breakfast as I had a quick shower and changed into a looser pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Edward's shirt lay on my bed and I looked at it for a while. I really should wash it before I gave it back to him. I guess I should just leave it here. Checking I was still alone I took the shirt and smelled it before rubbing it across my pillow.

Jesus I'm tragic.

"Bella! Food!" Alice is tiny but she sure can bellow with the best of them, her voice travelled up the stairs making me jump guiltily before I skipped down to get something to fill the empty stomach that had been growling at me for the past hour.

Thankfully Alice knows how to cook so I didn't walk down into a kitchen full of toxic smoke.

"Do you know why Edward is adopted?" I asked Alice as we sat down at the table.

"Jasper is sketchy on the details; you know how protective he is of other people's personal stuff. But I know his parents were killed and he was in care for a while before the Cullen's took him in."

"In care?" Everyone has heard horror stories of children in care, the neglect and cruelty that some children live through is unimaginable. Maybe he had a nice experience. How can being in care ever be a nice experience? The sarcastic majority of my brain responded with venom. "What happened to his parents?"

"He never talks about it. I think the only other people who know are Dr and Mrs Cullen."

For some reason I had to know. I had to know everything about him. Where did he grow up? Did he ever go on holiday with his parents? What was he like when he was a kid? Does he remember the house he grew up in? I wanted to know everything including the mundane things like his favourite colour, his favourite band, his top five moments of life.

"Don't push him Bells." Alice warned me after catching the look on my face. "From what I've picked up he has been through some horrible things and if it were me I wouldn't want the memories dredged back up."

"I won't." But I didn't meet her gaze, I looked down at my plate as I forked food into my mouth, masticating thoughtfully. Both of us knowing I would.

A/N: so apparently it doesn't matter how much other stuff I have going on...this makes itself my priority.

I realise I should have done some lyric disclaimers for the previous chapters...so the first song was My Delirium by Ladyhawke and the other one was obviously Dream Lover by Bobby Darin.

Previous A/N applies....am busy busy busy and heading for an epic fail re coursework because I can't leave Edward and Bella alone....update will be asap as usual.

PM me with questions/comments/general nonsense.

Hopefully you have enjoyed this chapter...next chapter tinged with lemon....just a little heads up.

Also, I don't have a Beta, is this important? I've read some stories that have Beta's and my 5 yr old niece could spot the grammatical and spelling errors a mile away...and she's bottom of her class...just thought I'd ask.