A/N: Did someone order a little lovin' in the mornin'? Well, no, no one did, but that's what you're going to get!!! Hehe. I am AMAZED that we're at 400 (exact) reviews right now. You guys rock!!! Ask and ye shall recieve, right?? ;-) In that case, I'd like a chocolate covered Kellan. Please??!! ;-) Nice try, I know... Anyways, thanks so much to everyone. I'm having a really crappy last few days, and you make it better to get through, so thanks. Also, thanks to Lea for being amazing as always and getting this back super quick.

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EmPOV

For once, I woke up before Bella. The sky was still dark, and it was well before it was time to wake up. It felt amazing to wake up with her in my arms. She was so warm, and she fit perfectly, like she was meant to be held by me in just this way. I hugged her body to me more closely, my arm tightening around her waist. I buried my face in her hair, and simply took in the scent of Bella.

She felt so right in my arms. And she loved me. I still couldn't get over that fact. No matter how many times I heard it, it still stunned me like it was the first time. God, I loved this woman.

She began to stir, no thanks to my wandering hands, and, most likely, the fact that my morning hard on was pressing against her ass, eager to say hello.

I pulled aside my T-shirt she was wearing which was huge on her, revealing her neck, and placed kisses on her shoulder, adoring her soft, sweet smelling skin. Was there nothing about Bella I didn't love?

She moaned, and her gorgeous doe eyes fluttered open, focusing on me. The corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile, and I leaned forward to kiss her, morning breath be damned. I kept the kiss closed mouthed, but it was intense nevertheless.

"Mmm, good morning," she said, wrapping her arms around me. So warm, so open… Her mouth was busy placing open mouthed kisses on my neck and just under my jaw, running her tongue along the skin there.

I never wanted to leave the comfort of her arms. It felt way too good. She felt way too good. She shifted so she was flat on her back, and I was half hovering over her. It was getting easier and easier to do all the time. I couldn't wait for the day when I could completely cover my body with hers.

Her hands wove into my hair, one of her favorite things to do, and we simply looked into each other's eyes for a moment. I felt so connected to her. It was completely intimate and amazing. I wanted moments like this every single day for the rest of my life.

I was so whipped, and I didn't care. In fact, I loved it. Jasper had started to tease me about it the other day, but he was just as gone over Alice. The previously confirmed bachelors were taken, and neither of us minded a bit.

Bella was just about to pull me in for another kiss, our lips mere centimeters apart, when her cell phone began buzzing. She dropped her head back onto the pillow, sighing and looking frustrated.

"Fuckin' alarm…" she swore, and I groaned.

"You have to leave?" I tried to give her my best puppy dog eyes, trying to convince her to stay in bed with me. I wanted to keep on holding her.

"Unfortunately," she sighed, and shut off the alarm. She kissed me, but pulled away just before we got too carried away. And I really wanted to get carried away. I ground myself on her so she'd know exactly what she was missing out on.

"Emmett, I really want to, believe me, but-" I cut her off with another kiss. I deepened it instantly, and she sighed into my mouth, giving in. She wrapped her arms around me, and I moved my hips against her. She whimpered each time my hard on pressed against her clothed clit.

I was well beyond excited. Kissing her was not enough now. I thought she agreed, especially when she rolled me onto my back and straddled me, but then suddenly her mouth was torn away from mine and I was cold.

"Bella, please!" I moaned. I knew I was being a baby about it, but I couldn't help it. I had a major issue in my pajama pants that she was responsible for, and she was mere feet away, deciding what kind of underwear to put on.

I stood, with only a little difficulty, and stood behind her, placing my hands on her soft, rounded hips, and placing kisses up and down her neck. I heard her gasp as she felt me against her cute little butt.

"Emmett, I have to go to class," she gasped even as she arched her back into me. "But I get done at noon, I'll be back before you know it, and we can, you know…" To prove her point, she turned around in my arms to cup my erection in her hot little hand. I groaned and thrust my hips towards her. "Join me in the shower?" she said coyly.

With that, she walked away, swaying her hips and making me drool and follow her like a lost little puppy. My excitement grew as I followed her trail of clothes she had strewn on the floor… my Forks High football T-shirt with the word CULLEN on the back, a pair of my blue boxers… and a pair of black lacy boy shorts. Fuuuuuuck.

The shower was already running, and the room was getting steamy. My vixen was combing her hair and humming to a song only she could hear, her naked hips swaying gently. I stood in the doorway, albeit uncomfortably, and simply watched her. She moved so naturally, all clumsiness and awkwardness from our youth gone. My girl had confidence.

She strolled into the shower just then, and looked at me with a crooked eyebrow. "You coming, or are you just going to stand there?"

"Oh, I'm coming," I said, walking as quickly as possible to join her.

As soon as I shut the shower door behind us, she was on me, our wet bodies rubbing against each other in the most delicious ways, our hands in each other's wet hair, her nipples brushing against my chest. Our mouths were devouring each other, and it was getting hard to breathe in the steamy room, but I couldn't stop.

Bella, my blessed angel, reached between us and took me into her hand, stroking me. The water made it easy for her to glide her hand up and down my cock, and the friction was maddening. She kept right on kissing me as she continued to do glorious things to my dick, but I wanted to return the favor.

I was positive my legs weren't strong enough for shower sex, but I could try to give her pleasure as well.

I tore my mouth away from hers, hating to, but needing to explore her wet, fragrant skin with my lips, teeth and tongue. She whimpered as I nibbled at her collarbone, her grip slackening a bit on my cock as she was distracted by me.

"Emmett," she sighed, and then I slipped her left nipple into my mouth and she dropped my erection as she clutched at the back of my head, making sure I stayed exactly where I was. I suckled on her, lavishing attention on her nipple and the sensitive skin around it. She whimpered, her back hitting the shower wall. I switched breasts and paid just as much attention to the other nipple while my hand wandered down to her hot, pulsing center. She was dripping wet, and it had nothing to do with the shower.

"Fuck, baby, you're so ready for me," I said, my voice husky from sleep and desire. "I wish I could fuck you right here… someday I will… but for right now, will my fingers do?"

I slipped in two, and she gasped, hips bucking towards my hand. Apparently my fingers would do just fine.

"Shit, Emmett, so good," my girl whimpered as I added a third finger and pressed my thumb against her clit. She was tightening around my fingers, and I knew she wouldn't last much longer. My lips returned to hers, and she launched herself at me, arms flinging around my neck. Only a few more thrusts of my fingers and a half a dozen flicks of her clit, and she was falling apart around me, gasping my name and coming hard.

I propped her up against the wall as best I could, her knees barely able to hold her up, and she peppered kisses all over my face and neck.

"Thank you," she sighed. "Now its your turn."

Before I could process anything, she was on her knees, and my cock was in her mouth.

"Fuck! Shit!" I said, trying as hard as I could to not grab her by the hair and simply fuck her mouth. She grabbed me by the ass and held on tight, sliding me in and out of those sexy full lips. I had to fight hard not to cum straight away. As is, I think my eyes were crossing. She was amazing with that mouth, and the things she did with her tongue…

Suddenly, her mouth was closed around my balls, and I nearly lost my mind. Too soon, her hot little mouth was closed around my head again, and I couldn't help it. I came hard, without warning, and spilled down her throat. She licked up every drop, and sat back, pleased with herself.

The water was turning cold, and we washed our hair and bodies quickly before shutting off the now frigid water.

"That," she said between kisses, "was fuckhot."

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I said, and I could taste myself on her tongue. It was weird, but I didn't hate it. I just loved that my girl would do that for me. I loved her more than words could say, and I'd love her even if she didn't help me out that way, but damn, I loved it when she did.

"I really have to get ready," she said, suddenly now in speed mode, pulling out makeup and hair products onto the counter. I wished we could bask in the afterglow, or just plain go back to bed so I could worship her properly, but I knew she had to go to class.

It was still a weird feeling. Even though I was better now, I had missed so much that there was no way to join in mid-semester, and besides, the year was nearly over as is. I was essentially held back a year. It was frustrating, but I knew that's the way it was supposed to be. Bella was going to graduate in just a few weeks time, and I couldn't have been happier for her. Still, there was the idea that I was supposed to, too.

Hockey season was over now, too, and the only consolation there was that Newton didn't get picked up by any team, anywhere. No one from my team had, even Jasper, but I could tell he was relieved. He and Alice were pretty serious, and I was pretty sure he was going to ask her to marry him soon, even though they'd only been together nine months or so.

I tried not to think about marriage, because every time I did, I ended up smiling. But I didn't think that Bella was ready for it, and I wasn't sure I was, either. I just really liked the idea of her and me together forever, having babies and getting a real place of our own, instead of this crappy apartment. Being a family. Loving each other unconditionally.

I could picture it, and I wanted it.

And God knows how much it would please our moms. I could just see it now. Add in Alice as the maid (or matron) of honor, and that would be a circus to remember.

I went to the kitchen to make Bella something for breakfast, but remembered as I stared into the cupboards, that I was crap at cooking. Would she like cereal? Oatmeal? How do you make oatmeal? Eggs were definitely out… I made her some toast, and set out the peanut butter, jelly, and butter, not knowing what she liked. There was still so much about Bella I wanted to know, things I couldn't have found out staying in bed like I had to.

Now, we had all the time in the world to find out about each other. She had a slightly unfair advantage over me, but I was catching up slowly but surely.

I poured myself a bowl of corn flakes, and waited for Bella to join me. Mid-spoonful, she walked in, and I took her in. Her hair was still slightly damp, and she was wearing tight jeans and a dark green shirt. She looked absolutely beautiful, even in her most casual clothes.

She grinned at me. "You excited for tonight?"

I took another bite of my cereal. "Huh?"

"You know, we're going out with Jasper and Alice, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Damn. I had hoped I have Bella all to myself tonight. "Where are we going?"

"Oh, who knows, Alice is always cryptic. But I'm sure it'll involve some drinking and a dark booth where I can do bad things to you." She winked, and I was instantly hard again. I kept thinking about all the possibilities. Her hand could run up my knee, rubbing my inner thigh, and stroking my-

"Emmett?"

I'm pretty sure I had a ridiculous look on my face, mouth agape and eyes glassy with fantasy. Bella was smirking at me. "Yeah?" I said, snapping out of it.

She smirked again. "Nothing, you pretty much just answered my question right then."

I tried to have the good decency to look embarrassed at myself, but I just couldn't manage it.

"I'm already dying to get you home," I told her, watching her beautiful blush creep across her cheeks. I loved making her blush, she looked so damn sexy when she did.

She made up some peanut butter toast, and I filed that bit of information away in my head. She kissed me swiftly on the lips, and gathered up her books. "I'll be home in a few hours," she promised, and then she was gone in a cloud of that damned sexy perfume I loved.

I looked around the empty apartment, unsure of what to do with myself. I was sick of movies and TV, unsure of what to read, and not in the mood for a nap. Clean the kitchen? No, Bella had already done that last night. The girl was some kind of domestic goddess, and I could tell she'd probably learned it from my mom. Lord knows Renee was hardly a pillar of housewifely duties.

I was bored and restless. I went on my computer, and fooled around on YouTube for awhile, and then did my daily stretches and strength training.

It was less and less painful to move about, though I still felt like a gimpy moron every time I got up from sitting or lying down. I had a wider range of motion, something I was grateful for, and not just because it meant I could fuck Bella easier (though it was certainly a plus).

I still desperately wanted to get back on the ice. I had come to terms with the fact that I would never be a pro player, but at this point, any type of contact with blade and rink would be acceptable. It was a need, a draw I'd felt since the first time I put on a skate, and I was bound and determined to make sure I'd have that feeling again. Hell, I'd even settle for teaching little kids how to use a stick if that's what it took to be back on the ice again. I'd take anything.

Bella was extremely supportive of me, just as in everything else.

It still astonished me that we could have once had such unbridled hatred towards each other. Bella was nothing like I'd thought, and I know she found the same in me. I had no clue how I could have hated her right along with desiring her. Now, I just desired her.

I think we had mostly gotten over our miscommunications and misunderstandings. We had talked about most things from our past, and figured out where rumor had crossed with reality, and where we'd gone wrong in our assumptions. Most of the time, it was ridiculous.

I still hadn't talked to her about Rosalie. Sometimes it ate at me, the fear of telling her about the woman I'd once loved, and I wanted to tell her so much, but I was terrified. I hated that this was the one secret I'd held from her. She deserved to know it all.

I laid on the couch and flipped on CNN. I needed the outside world for awhile. I watched that for awhile, but I really didn't want to watch Wolf Blitzer's Situation Room, so I flicked off the TV. Feeling worldly, I decided to open up one of Bella's abandoned textbooks on the coffee table. It was Beowulf, translated by Seamus Heaney. I was pretty sure I'd read it in high school, but it had gone right over my head. Now, the story was sucking me in. It was epic, literally.

Apparently, it was enough to hold my attention, because the next thing I knew, Bella had come through the door and was straddling me on the couch.

"Hey there big boy," she purred, and I forgot what I had been doing. Everything was her.

"Hi my love," I said, and then we were kissing, and it was perfection.