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BPOV

Ben had asked Angela to move in with him in last month and she agreed to move out of our place when our lease was up, the beginning of August. Since Edward was getting tired of walking in on Alice and Jasper, we talked about it and agreed that we could do a trial run living together in my apartment. He was at there almost every night anyways, this would just make it official. My lease was month to month now, so if we drove each other crazy we could always find somewhere else to live. I didn't think it would be a problem.

It was moving day. Angela had gotten all of her stuff moved out this morning and we had started bringing Edward's boxes over after lunch. He had a lot of stuff, more than I had planned on and I wasn't sure where everything was going to go. We were working on his kitchen stuff and I kept laughing at him. Everything was perfectly matched; he even had the serving wear to go with it.

"I can't believe how much crap you have!" I shook my head, shocked at what he had brought. "I mean, what would you even need to register when you get married? You have 3 of everything already. Sheets, towels, tableware…"

"What? You don't have 12 matched place settings of your dishes?" He teased, and then he winked at me. "And don't you mean when we get married?"

I ignored his question. The subject had come up, more so now that we would be living together. But he had a few years left in law school and everything was fine as it was. I didn't want it to rush it and make it all change.

And even though I was pretty sure his mother was itching to plan it for us, he hadn't pressured me. He would just bring it up in our normal conversation, trying to feel me out. Obviously, I wasn't going to turn the guy down. He was gorgeous, funny, caring, and sweet; the list could go on forever. And the great part was he was just as enamored of me as I was of him.

"The fact that you have a full matched set of everything is freaking me out. You probably even have matching crystal wine glasses."

"Well, Mom did buy me a set of crystal beer mugs, do those count?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're just jealous of my stylish plates." He was laughing at me now.

"Please. I have enough dishes. At least my mom didn't buy them for me." I stuck my tongue out at him. I am so mature.

"Oh, yeah I saw your stuff, very eclectic." He raised his eyebrows at me, a small smirk on his face.

"Are you insulting me and my dishes?" I shot him a questioning look. He could be such a snob sometimes. Just because his mother was an interior designer and couldn't handle her kids living anywhere she hadn't personally decorated. He had mentioned wanting to bring her by the apartment before he moved in, but I wasn't sure I was ready for his parents to hang out here. Esme might start measuring for new carpet or something.

"No, I would never do that." He stuck his lip out and was giving me puppy dog eyes. I just laughed and turned back to the cabinet I was working on.

"Great, then why don't you start giving me a hand putting up all of your crap?"

He moved up right behind me and slid his hands underneath my t-shirt.

"Sure, where did you want my hands?" He whispered in my ear as his hands tucked into the waistband of my yoga pants.

"Funny." My voice was a little shakier than I would have liked. "This seems strikingly familiar, me on a stepstool looking for something on a high shelf, you behind trying to molest me. Is this ringing any bells for you?"

"Yeah, but at least we are alone this time." He nuzzled my neck as his hands worked my pants down over my hips. I sighed, leaning back into him.

"I thought you liked the public displays…uh…" I couldn't talk, he was stroking down my hips, and around the curve of my ass. How did he do that so well?

I started to pull my top off, but first reached behind me to unsnap my bra.

He whispered, "Let me take care if this. You just relax, I can handle it."

I let my hands fall back to the countertop and I needed the support because he was sliding his hands up the insides of my thighs now, making my knees tremble. He dragged his fingers over my hips, moving up to my t-shirt again, pulling it off slowly. I shivered in the cool air, getting goosebumps all over. I could hear him chuckle before he pressed himself up against me, warm the skin of my back.

He turned me around, after sliding my pants over my bare feet, and set me on the edge of the counter. My arms went around his neck, and I leaned in to kiss him.

He murmured against my lips, "I love you."

"Ditto. Now take your pants off."

"You are so romantic…it's what I love about you." He laughed as he pulled his shorts down.

I pulled him to me by wrapping my legs around waist, his hips crashing into me.

"And here I thought you were just interested in my body." I ran my hands up his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles taut under his skin. All I had to do was touch him and I was burning, my body craving him.

We may never leave the apartment again.

He was kissing along my collarbone, sucking on my skin lightly. I moaned, tugging on his hair, his unruly locks twisted around my fingers.

"I am interested in it, there's just a lot more that I love too."

His fingers crept up my ribs, coming to rest under the curve of my breasts.

"Oh, yeah? Like…oh…like what?" I was having trouble talking, considering he was dragging his thumbs back and forth over my nipples while kissing his way up my throat.

"Well, let's see. I love how smart you are. And that you don't take any shit off of me, or anyone else for that matter." His mouth moved to my breasts, his hands still cupped around them.

"Tell me more."

He moved his hips so that he was positioned right at my entrance, pressing in slightly. My hips jutted forward, eager for all of him.

"I love how witty you are." He said, sliding in to me slowly, my breath hissing out with every inch.

"Snarky…you mean." My breath was coming in short gasps now.

He ignored me as he started a slow push and pull, his hands digging into my waist.

"I love that you…uh…I love that you…oh…have mismatched dishes…oh god."

"Sure…oh…now you…yes…like them."

He closed his eyes, pulling me tight against him, and started thrusting hard. We were both moaning, and I could feel myself spiraling towards climax. When he slid his hand down between us and began rubbing circles on my clit, it was too much. I bit down on his shoulder as I came, muffling my cries, shaking as the feeling swelled and then subsided. He followed me and was straining, his eyes closed, his head tilted back. I clung to him, his heartbeat fast against my skin.

His head fell forward into the crook of my neck, his lips just brushing my shoulder, as we stayed wrapped up in each other.

"I love that you snort when you laugh," he whispered in my ear, "and I love how good you are. I love catching you when you fall, and I love watching you sleep." He leaned in to kiss me, brushing his lips lightly at first before pressing closer. I breathed in his scent, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. It was a sweet kiss, tender.

"Is that all?" I asked, still a little breathless.

"Nope, but I was distracted. I'll do better next time." His crooked smile lit up his face, his eyes bright.

"Next time? God, I thought you were proposing to me there for a minute. Almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Would that be so bad? Marrying me?" He was too earnest to be joking, or was he?

I snorted. Please. Is he crazy? Is he really asking me?

My eyes went wide, and I am sure I looked shocked. I just hadn't expected this, not today at least.

He leaned his forehead against mine, our noses touching. "So, do you want to?"

I could barely breathe. Of course I wanted to. But screaming out 'yes!' would be really unlike me.

I blinked finally, tears filling my eyes. "Maybe."

I couldn't believe that I had just said maybe.

He squeezed me tightly, picking me up off of the counter and holding me against him. His relief at my answer was obvious; in the way his shoulders relaxed and he seemed to wrap himself around me. He just kept kissing me, murmuring how much he loved me over and over. I had never seen him so ecstatic and sweet. It was like he won the proposal lottery. I snorted at the thought and he looked closely at me.

"What?" I asked, knowing that my snort had been misinterpreted. "I am a romantic, what can I say?" I laughed and kissed him hard on the lips, smiling as I did. He was chuckling at me, still giddy from my answer.

I mean, really, like I was going to say no. Hardly.

AngPOV

Whew. One more trip.

Man, it had been a long day. I had been unpacking all day but realized that I had left a box in my closet and I wanted to go ahead and get it. Besides, I had barely seen Bella this morning and I needed my I am going to miss seeing you everyday, I'm trying not to cry moment with Bella.

Pfft, more like shut up and I'll see you are work tomorrow, but whatever. We have been taking up the same space for so long at this point it was like an end of an era. Plus, I needed to offer her my key back, but I hoped that she would want me to keep it, you know, just in case. I am sure the Edward already has his own.

Bella Swan and Edward Cullen.

Now that was something I had never saw coming. And really, I didn't even realize how serious it was until one day Ben pointed out that Bella hadn't walked in on us so much as making out in weeks. After that I began trying to remember the last time we had both spent the night at home at the same time. When I couldn't remember, I decided that we obviously needed to touch base. Something was up.

So one girls' night and many drinks later Bella was telling me that they were definitely together and she thought it felt like the real thing, she said she wasn't going to use the L word at that point, though now I knew, months later, that that is exactly what it was, for both of them.

Heh, as the drinks flowed, that night also afforded me some rather detailed descriptions of her and Edward's nighttime activities. I have been working to block those out ever since. I was beginning to think wasn't enough alcohol in the world.

But they really were a very cute couple. Always arguing or poking fun at one another as if it were their own odd form of foreplay. Oh, ugh, never thought about it that way.

Anyway.

There were also the sweet things. Like the way Edward held onto her whenever they were in the same room like he thought she would disappear at any moment; his arms around her waist, her in his lap, or her hand firmly in his without fail. Or how they would look into each others eyes when no one was paying attention. As if they ever looked away from each other to know if anyone was paying attention really.

I was thrilled for her, if anyone deserved the kind of happiness they seemed to have it was Bella. She was so selfless and brave but needed someone like Edward to take care of her at the same time. He could pick her up from her many trips to the floor and still let her be herself, free and fun with just a hint of shy. And his sister told me that Bella had brought out an entirely new Edward, so it sounded like they were the perfect match.

Which made sense.

And now they were taking the same step I was with Ben. Moving in together. I was worried at first, using the excuse that he was just tired of seeing his roommate and sister in compromising situations all too often didn't seem like a good reason to be taking this sort of plunge. But then when I talked to them separately about it, – yes, it is my job to watch out for her just like she would for me, so I cornered him! – and it was very obvious that it was much more than just convenience that spurred this move for both of them.

Okay, so I was here, my old home. One last time. I felt stupid that I was feeling so sentimental about it. Bella wasn't going anywhere, I was only on the other side of campus from her…nothing was changing really, we hadn't lived here at the same time in months. But it was still weird.

I walked in and it was quiet. I saw Edward's car in the lot, so they were here. Then I heard something that sounded like talking in the kitchen so naturally I followed the sound but I wasn't expecting what I saw.

Stunned for a moment by what they were doing in the very kitchen that had just microwaved popcorn in the evening before I could only stare.

Ack! The box and goodbye could wait.

I turned and very quietly made my way to the door, quickly I removed the apartment key from my keychain and put it on the table of the entry way.

I would definitely be knocking from now on.

AC: Awwww...Bella and Edward got their happy ending!

AN: In more ways than one I think...

AC: I'm going to miss all the rainbows and unicorns and hot library sexin'...

AN: Ah, but we are just a short time away from the mask and riding boots...

AC: True. That could make me forget all about the library...

Stay tuned, put us on alert cuz The Highwayman - Chapter 1 will be coming soon...