As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.
Special thanks and much adoration to my beta freakyhazeleyes, who pretty much pawns at life. She literally saved this chapter by catching a HUGE discrepancy that would have thrown everything WAY off. Thanks love!
Chapter Five: Two down, Twenty-Four to go
Edward watched as Bella slept, the bed sheet rising and falling over her chest. She looked serene. It was an odd thing to see. Usually Bella was restless, kicking the sheets around in her sleep, murmuring nonsense. It was nice to see her look so peaceful. Though, to be honest, watching the frantic sleeping Bella was extremely fascinating. It looked like she was battling the bed in her sleep, punching at it and sometime writhing against it.
As he rose from the bed moments later, he cringed as his body protested against the movement. He had no stability when he stood because of it, and quickly he fell back down on the bed, bouncing on it several times. Once he stopped bouncing, he turned his head sharply to see if Bella had woken up, but she was out cold.
With a sigh of relief, Edward headed towards the bathroom, grabbing his boxer briefs from the floor on the way there. He relieved himself, groaning at the sense of emptiness. He had had too many sodas back in the office the day before. He brushed his teeth using Bella's toothbrush knowing full well that once she woke up and realized it, he would be getting a tongue lashing from the tiny brunette. It wouldn't be the first time this argument was had, and it probably would not be the last. Edward had used Bella's toothbrush on many occasions, even though his was right there next to hers, but she had one of those swanky expensive electric ones that made you feel like someone kicked your mouth in once you were done. And though he could afford one, more than Bella could, he just liked the reaction he got whenever he did it.
When he stepped out of the bathroom and headed back to his room, he found Bella starting to wake up.
"Good morning, Sunshine," he greeted brightly, sitting down by her stomach on the bed. Bella groaned in what Edward assumed to be a salutation. He just laughed in response as Bella groaned again.
"Why are you always so chipper in the morning?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through her window.
"Well," Edward began to explain, "It's usually all natural, but today it's because I got some." He winked at her, as Bella scowled. "You know," Edward began once more. "You should be just as chipper as I am. I believe you were the other participant last night." Bella rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well it wasn't all that good," she chided, struggling to keep a smile from forming on her face that would give her pretense away. Edward gasped over dramatically, his hand fanning out across his heart.
"How dare you, wench? You loved it!"
"So now you're a pirate. May I remind you that the next letter is mine!"
"I know. I wonder how you'll top last night. That was pure genius," Edward gloated, smugly.
"As was mine," Bella argued. Edward gave her a deadpanned expression.
"Mine was better!"
"Was not," Bella began to contend, rising her from her resting position on the bed, only to scream in pain as the bed sheet ripped violently from her neck and chest. Edward looked startled as Bella cried out rubbing at the spot. Edward noticing quickly grimaced and began to get off the bed. The bed sheet had stuck to Bella's skin were the ice cream had been.
"Oh my God," she continued complaining, massaging her neck. "That hurt like a bitch! I'm gonna kill you, Edward Cullen," Bella shouted as she leapt out of bed, chasing after Edward. He yelped as he dodged furniture trying to get away from the tiny, yet ferocious woman.
"I'm sorry, Bella" Edward apologized, his voice rising in a pleading manner. "But it's not my fault you didn't shower afterwards," he grunted as he avoiding hitting his hip against the kitchen counter.
"You're the one who ate ice cream off my tits!"
"I ate it off your neck. Geeze, so vulgar," he teased, running around the table, swiftly running past Bella.
Bella having found herself in this position many times before hand, this time their roles were reversed, smiled wickedly at Edward as he stood behind the couch looking across the room to where she stood on the other side of the couch, still stark naked.
"I'm sorry, Bells," he grimaced, noticing how red the area around her neck, but instead of keeping his mouth shut, he spoke again, only making things worse for himself. "But you should see your neck. You look like a cheetah!"
Bella growled and jumped onto the couch, clearing the top of it to jump right onto Edward. Not expecting the attack, Edward lost momentum and fell backward onto the hardwood floor.
"Ugh, my back," he hissed, arching it slightly only to be weighed down by a naked Bella on top of him. "You know it's not your day yet. I know how much you want my body, but this is ridiculous."
Bella playfully slapped his arm. "Very funny, Cullen. Ha! Ha! I'm dying. You're going to pay for that wise crack and for my pain and the damn bites on my neck. I understood last week, you know with the vampire thing, but this neck fetish of yours has to stop. People are going to start to ask questions at work if I show up with a turtle neck on again, especially your brother. That's the last thing I need is that oaf to follow me around trying to pull down the top of my shirt to see my neck."
Edward halted his movements. "He did that? What an ass!"
"No, but he will, so please no more hickies."
"Okay," he agreed, adding something under his breath.
"What was that, Edward?" Bella asked menacingly as her fist hovered above his dick.
"I said okay, no more hickies…in places people can see them." Belle huffed and smacked him lightly across his face; a popping sound resonated in the room.
"Damn Bella," he whimpered, rubbing his cheek. "You have heavy hands."
"Yeah, well, maybe you'll learn a lesson from this. No more biting and no more sticky sex," she declared, hoping up off of Edward, lending him a hand.
"Sorry to inform you, Bells, but sex is sticky no matter if there's food involved!" Bella rolled her eyes as she started to walk away, and Edward laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked, curiously.
"I never realized you had a beauty mark on your ass," he answered through chuckles. Bella appropriately flipped him the bird and walked away.
"I'm taking a shower; when I get out there better be breakfast on the table!"
"Argh Captain," Edward saluted.
Edward set off to start breakfast when he abruptly stopped upon hearing Bella scream.
"EDWARD! How many times have I told you not to use my toothbrush? That's so gross!"
Edward chuckled as he ignored her, continuing to scramble eggs for the French toast he was going to make.
Fifteen minutes later, Bella joined him in the kitchen.
"Mhmm," Bella murmured. "French toast! I do love me some cinnamon. You spoil me, Edward."
"I figured you might be hungry after last night."
"You'd swear you're the best I've ever had!" she argued through a mouthful of toast.
"Such a lady, Swan. And I know I'm the best."
"Oh really, how so?" she questioned him, dropping her fork on her plate folding her hands before her, waiting for his answer. Edward smirked and leaned in close, staring straight into her eyes.
"In all the times I've ever heard you, which quite frankly has been too many, you have never, once, screamed out you like did these past two times. Not once have you come so hard that you sobbed as you came down from it. Not once have you ever made a dent on the wall, which I will fix, I promise."
Bella raised an eyebrow. "Touché, Cullen! And you will fix the wall,"
"Did you just admit that I've been the best you've had?" Edward inquired, surprised by the admission.
"Is that not what I just said?"
"No," Edward countered. "You said touché. I want to hear it! Say it!" Bella shook her head in defiance.
"Say it or no more weekends," he threatened, and Bella merely scoffed.
"That doesn't bother me at all, Edward. I can live without them," she claimed, knowing damn well that she couldn't. It was by far the best sex she had ever had; she just didn't want to admit to Edward. His ego wouldn't fit in the room if she did.
"You're lying! Your eye just twitched. Whenever you lie, your left eye twitches," he responded, smugly pulling Bella's plate away from her.
"Hey! Give that back," she whined, making a grab at the ceramic dish. They had been a housewarming gift from her mother.
"Not until you say it!" Bella huffed like a petulant child and pouted.
"Fine. Edward Cullen has given me the best sex of my life. Happy? Give me back my food." She replied monotone and extended her hand expecting Edward to comply, but he shook his head.
"Not until you actually mean it, and say it well, not half-assed like you just did." Again, Bella huffed and sighed. She put on a seductive smile and leaned across the table staring straight into his eyes.
"Baby, you know how good you are. No one can make me come like you do. No one can make me scream you like can. No one can make my toes curl and body convulse like you can. You're the best, chief." She winked and slid back to sit against the back of the kitchen chair. Edward looked startled for a moment before handing her plate over.
"Th-that's more like it," he answered, clearing his voice half way through. She had left him stunned.
"Did I dazzle you, Edward?" she teased as she resumed eating her breakfast.
"Yeah," he answered honestly. "That was sexy as hell!" Bella shook her head and laughed as she finished her food and cleared her side of the table, putting her plate and utensils into the dishwasher.
"Did you shower?" she asked him, and he shook his head.
"Go shower, and we can go out to the hardware store and buy some plaster for the wall and some paint."
"Sure, give me fifteen minutes."
"Wait, Edward before you get into the shower, go get the hat, so I can pick out my letter."
"Anxious?" Edward asked playfully, waggling his eyebrows, which was actually amusing to watch. He had these perfectly sculpted eyebrows; they were thick and masculine, but kept so neat.
"Just get the damn hat!"
"Admit it!"
"What is it with you this morning? It's like overnight you turned into a hormonal sixteen year old douche bag."
"Damn, Bells, that's harsh. At least I didn't wake up like a crabby, bitchy, old spinster."
"That was a good one!" Bella laughed, Edward joining her.
"Give me a second to get the hat." Bella nodded. She was anxious, damn right she was. She had to top Edward and to get him off his pedestal, but she had absolutely no idea how she was going to do it, but she was going to try.
"Voila!" Edward chimed stepping out of his room, shaking the hat in his hands.
"Shake it more than once, Eddie and you're just playing with yourself!"
"Funny, Isabella!" The two growled at each other before snickering.
"Ready?" Edward asked, keeping the hat just out of Bella's reach. Bella simply scowled and rolled her eyes. To be frank, she was not ready, but oh well, it had to be done.
She slipped her hand into the wool ski cap and pulled out the first paper she touched. Opening it quickly, she grinned broadly as she read the letter. She could do a lot with this letter, and since Edward had chosen to tweak the rules with his game, she would with hers.
"Good letter?" Edward asked, much like Bella had asked the last time, even going as far as raising his head to peek at the paper. He had noticed the smile on her face upon reading it and grew curious.
"Great letter!" she answered, smugly, and Edward nodded.
"Go take a shower, stinky!" Bella giggled, shoving Edward away, who just laughed as he sauntered away.
"Hey," Bella called out to him again.
"What now?"
"Two down, twenty four more to go, Eddie."
"Bring it on, Isabella!"