Hey everyone... I know, long time no update. Real life just sort of came over and demanded attention. Now I've kind of kicked it to the curb for a while, so here's an update for those still out there and there's also another one that will come out this time next week, so yes, I'm still here.

Okay, so in case you've forgotten our couple are getting emotionally attached, whether or not they want to admit it. They believe a whole bunch of people know about their sexcapades. Renee just decided that she is coming to the wedding, Tanya also rocked up, Bella thinks she has a thing with Edward, but turns out to be a lesbian sending Bella into the bathroom for a private celebration, which was interrupted by Edward...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Previously:

"Bella, were you dancing?"

BPOV:

Edward's cocky grin is intolerable. "You are dancing!"

"Uh, no?" I'm not even convincing myself when I say that because truth be told I was dancing. I was jumping, thrusting and gyrating like there's no tomorrow. I might've even performed the shopping trolley if we're being really honest.

Edward looks at me, clearly not believing me. I just shrug. What does he want me to say? Yes, yes I was dancing. Or maybe lie and say that getting my groove on makes my bowels move.

I do not want to admit that I was dancing because I am celebrating the fact that Tanya is not going to move in on my man. I mean Edward. Because he is not my man. He's just Edward, plain old Edward. Edward, who wanted to sleep with me and refused to leave even when I told him to. So what is he? Still Edward, obviously, but I suppose I mean what is he in regards to me?

"What just happened with us?" I blurt out suddenly, but at the same time Edward asks, "Do you want to go grab some dinner?"

Again we speak at the same time. I accept his offer and his mischievous face, which caught me dancing, falls into one that isn't quite too sure about his place in the bathroom doorframe as he answers my question with uncertainty. "Should we talk?" he asks, shifting his feet.

"Hey, how about we go get some food and we'll talk about it later?" This seems to appease him, so he nods and starts to move out of the doorway. In an act of sudden bravery I grab his wrist and pull him towards me and give him a light kiss on the lips. He grins boyishly and I let go.

We dress without talking and Edward waits by the door while I find an elastic and toss my hair up into a messy bun. I pinch my cheeks to try to raise some colour, but my eyes are still red from my crying jag. At the very least I can blame my mother for that.

We make our way down the stairs, Edward's hand finding mine, letting his fingers intertwine with my own. It's sweet and innocent and makes my stomach roll. I haven't held a boy's hand since senior year of high school and I hope it's just the unfamiliarity that causes such butterflies.

I don't know what's going to happen when we reach the bottom of the stairs. Will Edward let go, should I? Oh God, when did life become so confusing?

Edward answers my unasked question when he lets go just before Charlie turns around. Still I am confused: did he do it just because it is Charlie, or would he have let go anyway?

"Bells, didn't see you at dinner," says Charlie, as he raises an eyebrow at Edward's presence.

"Edward told me about Renee," I shrug. Charlie gives me the world's most awkward hug and I know that is the amount of comfort Charlie is able to give me.

"I'm going to go home tomorrow Bells," says Charlie, effectively changing the subject.

"Do you need help moving stuff?" I ask knowing that some of the water damage spread further than the bathroom.

Charlie shrugs.

"I'll help too!" Edward blurts out. I give a tiny eye roll when he rambles on further. "You know to get away from Alice's madness." If Charlie was Esme Edward's eagerness and rambling would look odd, but Charlie isn't Esme, so he just gives a polite nod and turns to walk away.

I drag Edward into the kitchen and pull the plates set aside for us out of the oven.

"Do you think I was too obvious?" asks Edward as I hand him his plate.

"About what?" I question with an air of confusion.

He smiles. "Never mind." Silly cocky man.

I sock him in the arm. "You're just lucky that that wasn't Esme or Alice or even Jasper. I bet he's getting suspicious too." It had occurred to me that Alice would've asked Jazz to not tell me about Renee, because she wanted Edward to do it, yeah not suspicious at all. I bet Jasper knows about us in some form. Is there anyone who doesn't know? Emmett, but he probably wouldn't even care.

"Ow!" Edward's exaggerated moan breaks my thoughts. He's rubbing his bicep. I just roll my eyes. Everything is falling to shit.

I grab a fork for Edward and myself and point one towards Edward threateningly. He flinches slightly. I may be overreacting at the moment. "We need a new plan."

"Alright," he says. I wait for more and he doesn't disappoint when he asks, "A plan for what?"

I walk around the kitchen island and take a seat. "For us," I say seriously.

"Oh."

Yeah, oh.

An awkward silence falls over us and I watch as Edward takes a bite of his food, chewing and swallowing it like it's sand.

"Well, uh, who knows, about... us?" he asks me as I am mid-chew. I swallow dryly wondering where this is going.

"Well, Rose knows and I don't think that your father believes that I tripped in the bakery..." I blush... yeah, still a bit embarrassed about that.

"Alice is constantly dropping suggestive hints," Edward puts in. "I wouldn't put it past her to tell my mother of her suspicions."

"The same can be said for Jasper," I tell him. "What about Emmett?" I ask him.

We both look at each for a moment before we laugh and cry, "Nah!"

We quieten down. "So, you could say that practically everyone knows or suspects something about us?" I watch Edward and wait for his answer.

Eventually he nods. I take that as his opinion on the matter so I get up and move to the sink to rinse my plate.

"That's just..." Edward mumbles. I wait with my back to him and my plate poised in my hand. Over the running water my ears strain to hear the next word, unsure if he means for me to hear at all. "Swell," he finishes.

Swell?

Is he being sarcastic? Or does he commonly use this old school lingo?

The slippery plate slides through my fingers. It clatters to the floor breaking into three pieces. I sink to the floor too preoccupied to notice that he has joined me until his hand touches mine.

His hand flips mine over as he checks for injuries. He smirks. "You're fine, just a case of butter fingers," he jokes. "Sadly though the plate is a casualty."

At first I give Edward a weak smile, but when he winks at me I shake my head and let out a small laugh. I'm being silly. Whether Edward thinks that it's 'swell' doesn't matter because I need to figure out what I think first.

Edward grabs my hand and gently pulls me up. He's just staring at me. I do not feel weird about it, but it does make me nervous.

I break my eyes away from his green ones. He asks me, "What do you want to do now?"

I feel that he is asking about the here and now. Edward has not been the assertive one in regards to our potential future relationship. I just shrug. It doesn't escape my notice that he asked to do something with me.

"Bella, you spaced," he says and snaps his fingers in front of my face. "What do you want to do this evening" he asks again.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen. I giggle as he looks around corners for people. I feel like I should be humming the Mission Impossible tune. Edward leads me all the way up the stairs to our floor.

"What was all that?" I ask as he drags me into his room and closes the door behind us.

"Tonight we're hiding from everyone. And, we're just going to watch some TV."

I nod at his plan and look around for a television, not knowing he had one. I find the small LCD on his wall and take in the other tokens of his life. I realise that this is only the second time I've been in Edward's room; the first, though it hardly counts, was when I stuck my head in.

Edward pulls me onto the bed and I snuggle into him as he flips through the channels. "What do you want to watch?" he asks me.

"I don't mind," I mumble. I'm suddenly tired.

Eventually I see that Edward settles on something. A movie I think. I fight my tired eyes, but eventually I feel them close.

...

The tightening around my ribs is what wakes me. I catch the clock first. It is just after seven. The next thing my eyes find is the bathroom door. I am puzzled as to why it is on the wrong side of the room. I am also sleeping on the wrong side of the bed. I close my eyes again, deciding that it's way too early to be awake anyway. I try to fall asleep again, but the pressure on my ribcage is still there. I try to wriggle away from it, but it grips me tighter.

And then I feel it.

I roll over and remember. I fell asleep here last night. I have never slept with Edward Cullen. Not like this: we didn't fall asleep drunk, or after sex and I have never fallen asleep and had him hold me closer.

I watch his sleeping face and I want to touch it. He looks so peaceful, and younger, much younger despite the stubble on his chin.

I like this. Suddenly his arms don't feel so constricting. I sigh and bury my face into his chest, inhaling deeply and breathing in Edward.

I don't worry, yet.

Edward starts to wake, I think. He's making little moaning sounds and I can feel his body stretching along mine. I stiffen and wait.

"Mmm," he hums and surprises me by placing a gentle kiss upon my forehead causing my eyes to snap open. "Morning," he croaks.

"Morning," I reply, "I think I fell asleep."

He chuckles. "I think I did too," he says in that husky voice. I look between us and see that we are both still in our clothes from yesterday.

I giggle and rest my cheek against Edward's chest. His bare toes tickle the base of my foot of their own accord.

I'm comfy. I'm so comfortable. Yet... yet... "I have to pee," I say and squirm in Edward's arms.

"I'm hungry," says Edward but holds me tighter. The more I think about it the more I need to go, so I keep squirming. "Noooooo," moans Edward as I break his restraints.

"Thank you!" I dash into the bathroom and revel in the feeling. The feeling between Edward and me, that is. Sleeping together is kind of huge, isn't it?

I take a shower and get dressed. I peek in at Edward, who's still in bed.

"You got dressed," he groans, "and showered without me!"

I just roll my eyes, but secretly wish that I had asked him to join me. "Are you still willing to help Charlie today?" I ask as I bend over and towel dry my hair.

I hear Edward groan, so I look up to watch him slide off the bed. I gnaw on my lower lip to stifle the whimper that's dying to escape, as I watch him stretch, exposing the best part of his abdomen. His low rise jeans practically scream at me.

"Bella?" he grins at me cockily.

"I'm fine," I mumble, "I'll be in the kitchen."

I enter the kitchen to find it empty except for Jasper. He's sitting on a stool at the counter gripping his coffee cup between his hands and resting his forehead against it.

I sit down on the stool next to him and rest my head against my shoulder and say, "Hey little brother."

He tucks me under his arm and asks, "How you holding up?"

"Better than you, it seems."

He chuckles, "I'm just tired, Bee."

"Not getting cold feet, are you?"

He pinches my hip slyly.

"Ow!" I glare at him and he smirks and just shrugs. "I don't think you're as tired as you think you are, you jerk!"

"I am I swear," he laughs, but it trails off. He sighs heavily and hangs his head. "I'm just a little bit tired."

I turn to face him and he looks up. "Just don't worry about it. I as your maid of honour, or best man... best maid?" I ask confused. This makes him laugh, so I continue. "It is my duty to worry about all of that for you, so lay it on me."

He looks at me quizzically, "I love you, Bells. You know that right?"

"You may want to remember that after I do my speech." He wraps his arms around me and I can feel the vibrations from his laugh against my cheek.

"Thanks, for making me laugh."

"Just don't let Renee meet Alice until after the wedding," I warn.

"Why," he asks cautiously.

"Because Renee is nuts and she might try to step between you. I'll just have to keep the crazy lady away." He nods in thanks.

"And you're ok with everything? Last night you missed dinner and this morning you're making light of this." He's looking straight through me. I can't lie to my brother.

"I just had a really good sleep last night." Even though it's not a lie I blush, so I turn my head away.

Edward enters the kitchen as I try to control my blush, but his timing just makes it worse.

"Morning," drawls Jasper as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Hey, are you going over to help your father too?" asks Edward as he turns around to get the milk out of the fridge.

Jasper turns to me and gives me a look, which says "he's helping Charlie?" I roll my eyes in response.

My brother manages to smirk at my eye roll and responds, "No, Alice needs help with some stuff."

Edward just laughs. "She may be the reason I'm helping Charlie today."

As Edward starts the noisy coffee maker and becomes preoccupied with making his toast Jasper yanks me closer to him almost knocking me off of my chair.

"Hey!" I shout at him, but he covers my mouth. Edward doesn't even turn around.

I huff and lick his hand and go to speak but he whispers in my ear first. "Alice has many theories about you and Edward."

"Alice has many theories full stop. You don't believe her madness, do you?" I'll admit I'm not a good liar. I am also not sure if I should be refuting any claims about Edward and I to my brother. Needless to say, I start to sweat.

"Do I have reason to believe her madness?"

Yes. Yes. Yes.

"No," I drag out the word. I believe the first step to lying is to believe it yourself, something which I am currently failing.

"Ok," he says. I narrow my eyes at him. That was way too easy. "What?" he asks innocently.

I just huff in response. Edward turns around with two pieces of toast in his hands. I snatch the peanut buttered one and bark, "Let's go Edward."

I walk away hearing Jasper's chuckles. He calls, "You watch out for that one Edward!" My steps falter as I step out of the kitchen, feeling awkward.

Edward quickly catches up to me. He just smirks. "So, Alice got to Jasper?"

We arrive at Charlie's and I find out that Charlie has been keeping something from me.

"Dad, why didn't you tell me that most of the water damage seeped into my room?" I ask annoyed, knowing that if I hadn't volunteered to help then he would've just thrown out all my old junk.

He blushes before saying, "Bells, I didn't think you'd want that stuff, seeing as you left it here all those years."

I sigh, not wanting to admit that he's right. "So, where's the damage?"

The worst is my room, as my bedroom wall shares the same wall as the shower. The decrepit, old dresser took the brunt of it. I'm surprised it's still standing. There is also a little bit of damage in Charlie's room. Jasper's got off scot free.

"So, I get to see your room?" Edward asks with too much enthusiasm.

"Charlie doesn't need any help?" I respond reluctantly.

"Nope," he says cheerily. Grinning childishly he adds, "He said you would need help moving the dresser."

"Ok, just remember that I was a different person when I lived in this room," I tell him as his hand hovers over the door knob.

I can't see it, but I know he rolls his eyes before opening the door. He strides into the room while I hesitate at in the doorway. I'd forgotten how purple it was. Purple walls, purple bedspread, purple curtains...

"This isn't bad at all." He looks through old books and some pictures that didn't quite make the cut when I moved to college. He pauses in front of one photo and laughs, "This is a little unfortunate though."

I scowl at him. "That is my prom picture, Edward." I snatch it off of him.

"Don't get me wrong babe, you look beautiful, but he looks like he's about to maul you."

"Eric was a nice guy!"

"Is that a fedora?" He laughs.

"Ha-ha. I'm sure I can move this thing myself if you're going to pick on teenage Bella some more." Lord knows that there are probably other horrors from the past within this room. He holds up his hands in surrender.

"Ok, now help me move this thing." I try to budge it away from the wall, but it's heavier than I anticipated.

"Do you want to empty it first?" suggests Edward.

"There shouldn't be much left in it." He opens the top drawer and pulls out a pair of old holey sweats. I blush at the hole in the crotch. "I'll get a garbage bag."

I go to leave the room, as Edward shouts, "Bella, would you wear these tonight?" I flip him off.

I meet my father in the kitchen, "Break time already, Dad?" He blushes as he tries to swallow the large bite of his sandwich he just took in an attempt to hide it from me. I just roll my eyes and return to my room ready.

Edward is... to say the very least, the most unhelpful and irritating person ever. He manages to make a comment about every single thing that I pull out of the chest of drawers:

"Bella, you did ballet?"

"Vampire novels, Bella?"

"Well Bella, your boobs grew in."

"Magic 8 ball, will I get laid today? All signs point to yes."

"Ninja Turtles t-shirt, Bella!"

"Ew, Bella, are these what I think they are?"

I roll my eyes at his immaturity. "Yes, Edward, those are a box of unopened tampons." He flinches and the box flings out of his hand. The corner of it hits me right above my right eye. "Ow, Edward!"

"Shit, sorry. No blood no foul, right?" He looks a little scared. I pull my fingers away from the spot he hit me and look at them.

"Ow," I say as I hold my fingers out to Edward. He swallows nervously. It's not a lot of blood. I drizzle maybe, but Edward treats it like a gaping wound. He grabs the first thing his hands find – which unfortunately happens to be a pair of my old granny underwear – and holds it to my forehead.

"I think I saw a bandaid in here somewhere," he says and begins to rummage around in the drawer we were just clearing out.

"Edward, I don't think this warrants a bandaid." He doesn't listen. He takes the underwear from me, spits on them and 'cleans' the scratch. "Oh that can't be hygienic," I mumble. He finishes of by putting the bandaid on my forehead.

"You should live."

I laugh at his seriousness. "Aw, thanks." I move to kiss him gently on the lips, but he deepens the kiss.

"Mm," I hum when he pulls back. "You should throw tampon boxes at my head more often."

We manage to be on opposite sides of the room when Charlie enters. He gives me a funny look as he gestures to his own forehead. "What happened to you head Bells?"

"Edward threw a tampon box at it." He pales and gives Edward look of complete understanding. I roll my eyes at the two of them. Men.

Charlie clears his throat, "I'm going to haul some stuff off to the dump, are you done with this old thing?" he asks and thumps his hand on a particularly water damaged part causing the wood to dent.

Edward pulls out the bottom drawer and dumps all the holey and unpaired socks onto the ground. "It's empty now."

I watch as Edward and my father haul the rotting wood downstairs and into the bed of my old truck. Charlie fires up the old truck and it sputters to life. He pulls out of the driveway and I watch as he slowly drives the truck in the direction of the dump. It's a fair way away, I just hope the old beast makes it there and back.

I pull Edward back up the stairs and into my room. He collapses on the bed.

"You're not going to help me finish?" I ask him.

He has one arm over his eyes and the other dangles off the bed. "I think I pulled a muscle," he groans. I crawl onto the bed and straddle his torso.

"Here?" I ask massaging his shoulders.

"Bit lower," he groans.

I move my hands to his biceps, "Here?" He shakes his head, so I move my hands to his chest and start rubbing the upper half of his torso. "What about here?"

"Lower," he whispers.

"Maybe you should take your shirt off?" I suggest. I moved my hands under his shirt and run my fingernails lightly over his toned stomach.

"Only if you think that could help." He manages to pull his shirt off of his sore body.

"It should," I murmur and scrape my nails lightly over his sides. He shivers slightly. "Is the pain lower?" I ask. He nods so my fingers dance over the exposed skin right before the growing pain I can see beneath his jeans. "I think I need to undo this." I toy with his belt and he bobs his head begging me to do so.

I make quick work of his jeans. I slide his pain out of his boxers and quickly take it into my mouth as deep as I can. I rise up slowly, sucking more as I release his head, and ask, "Is this where it hurts the most?"

He hisses, "Yes." I tease him with my tongue causing him to whimper in agonising pleasure.

"What do you need, babe?" I ask huskily.

"Bella," he groans.

"You've got me." I take him in my mouth, sucking and teasing as much as I can. He pushes me off of him before I can bring him to release. "What are you doing?" I question him.

"I said I wanted Bella." Before I can question him he rolls over and is on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "Now tell me, Bella. Where does it hurt?" There's an evil glimmer in his eyes.

"You know where it hurts," I counter back. Holding my hands above my head he starts to tease. He sucks on the sensitive skin on my neck and wanders as far down as my t-shirt can allow. I writhe under him, wanting him to speed up the process. I want him and I want him now. "Edward!" I gasp as he starts nipping at the skin near my hip, now working his way up my body.

"Yes, Bella?"

"Take it off, take all my clothes off, please," I beg and struggle against his grip on my hands. He releases them and swiftly lifts up my t-shirt and unbuttons my pants. I struggle to get them off on my own while he focuses all his attention on my breasts.

My bra flies across the room and I kick off my jeans. His fingers touch my puckered nipples and massage my breasts. I thrust up against him and grind seeking relief. He involuntarily thrusts into me, but is stopped by my underwear. Noticing this, he says goodbye to my chest with a gentle bite to my left nipple causing me to moan.

He strips me of my underwear and focuses his tongue on my folds. He's being way too slow and it makes me burn. I grind against his face, trying to get his tongue to where I want it, but he deflects me at every move.

"Edward! Please, don't be mean." He gives into my begging as he finally sucks my clit into his mouth. He inserts two fingers and pumps them in and out in a perfect rhythm. I am close. I match him, pump for pump.

My breathing become shallow and I begin moaning and thrashing wildly as I approach the precipice.

He stops suddenly.

I know he's teasing and I know that soon he plans to plunge himself into me, but it's just not soon enough. I push on his shoulders and he willing rolls onto his back. I begin to pout when he rolls too far, but he quickly returns with a condom. I climb on top of him when he's ready and covered. I slid myself along his length teasing him and myself further. Finally I take the plunge and almost explode as I sink myself onto him.

We both groan at the fiction that we've so desperately needed.

I rock on him, focusing entirely on my motions. I close my eyes. I hasten my pace. Edward had me so worked up I am close, so goddam close. I can feel Edward's hands on my waist. I head falls back on my shoulders and I grip Edward forearms as I climax around him grunting out, "God, yes!"

Edward soon follows moaning out, "Oh God, Bella!"

We both pant and I fall against his chest. I can hear Edward's heartbeat against my right ear. It's beating so fast and so loud. We seem to be making a lot of noise. Despite our noises though, we both still hear the disgusted shriek from the doorway to my childhood bedroom and the words, "Oh my God, No!"