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 VERY HARDWORKING beta, freakyhazeleyes.

"If we are good to people then we are reciprocated in the same manner but if we are bad to them then we will most obviously be paid in the same coin."

~Atharva Veda

Chapter Six: R is for Reciprocation

Bella didn't grow up with a lot. Her parents made just the bare minimum to survive. Her father, Charlie Swan, was the police chief back in the small Podunk town of Forks that she and Edward grew up in. Though he was the chief of police, it didn't necessarily mean he was raking in the cash, and her mother was a stay at home mom for the time she was actually there. Even after she divorced Charlie and left to Arizona, she remained a housewife, quickly scooping up a minor league baseball player and traveling the country with him.

Edward on the other hand had come from a blessed background; one could say he was fed with a silver spoon. His father, Carlisle Cullen, was a successful surgeon and when he and his family moved to Forks when Edward was three, he took a job at the local hospital, which had led to an insurgence of women coming into the emergency room with non-existent injuries just to get a minute to talk with the doctor. Esme Cullen, though not the breadwinner of the family was still successful in the field of interior designing. All anyone needed as a reference of her skill was to take one look at her house and they were floored. She was a talent.

Nevertheless, regardless of their different upbringings, Edward, and the rest of the Cullens never treated Bella any differently. It didn't matter that she wasn't blood family.

Edward had always been fortunate to get the newest things, be it video games, music, clothes; everyone knew that if it was expensive and everyone wanted it, Edward was going to have it first. Bella on the other hand tended to get things much later, and sometimes it was the generic brand, but Edward never said anything about it. Many times Edward would be the one to buy the real deal for Bella; well, his mother would after Edward asked her (begged her) to lend him some money.

When his mother would ask him why, he always had a reason. There was always a reason, be it her birthday, Christmas, or her being "the best best-friend anyone in the whole wide world could have", Edward always wanted to give her something, knowing full and well that Bella couldn't give him anything in return, but he didn't care. That was what he would tell Bella when they were younger.

"I don't need you to give me anything, Bella. I just like making my best friend happy."

It was sweet, but it always made Bella feel bad, especially when they got older. For graduation, Edward had bought her a necklace, an actual platinum necklace with her name encrusted in tiny diamonds. While all she had gotten him was a leather-bound scrapbook with tons of pictures and little mementos of their friendship, including a very specific wrapper to a piece of strawberry candy and the ticket stub to Interview with a Vampire, and on the inside, in very familiar phrasing were the words:

To the coolest best friend in the world, Edward,

I want you to do me a favor. Never stop being my best friend. You're the coolest kid I know.

Don't forget me when you're the big man on campus.

Oceans of love and millions of kisses - your best friend,

Isabella Marie Swan

The smile on Edward's face had brought a smile to her face, and even though she still felt terrible that he had spent so much money on her gift, hearing him say that it was the best gift he had ever gotten and that he could never forget her, brightened her mood.

Even now with their little sexcapades alphabet game, he still managed to make it all about her. Yeah he was coming each time, but he was focusing all his attention on her, telling her it was all about her, not to worry about him.

Bella wasn't having that.

Sunday night, after Edward had patched up all the little nicks and the gaping gash the bedpost had left against his bedroom wall, and yes, it wasn't even her room, but it was her apartment and she liked it looking nice, she had spent time looking through the dictionary for words starting with the letter r, trying to formulate ideas for what she could do for her activity. She knew already that she was going to add a few different activities with the letter, since Edward had done it with his weekend because anything Edward could, she could do better. It was just a matter of figuring what she wanted to do.

It was as she was skimming the dictionary that the word, reciprocate, stood out to her.

Re*cip"ro*cate\, v. t. To give and return mutually; to make return for; to give in return; to interchange; to alternate; as, to reciprocate favors.

It made so much sense to pay back Edward for the last two weekends, to pay him back in such a way that he would never forget it. She had to. He had honestly been the best sex she had ever had; there was no denying it. She had never come so hard before, never experienced an orgasm so intense that it started all the way down at the tips of her toes.

How she was going to go about it reciprocating was the million-dollar question.

=x=

Monday morning at work had passed by as smoothly as it usually did until Emmett had waltzed into her office.

Emmett, Edward's older brother by two years, worked with Bella, well, worked in the same building as Bella. The building held many different companies, including one very famous financial office.

Emmett worked a floor above her. He was a psychologist who worked with famous athletes. Many times Bella would find herself on the elevator with some famous baseball player she had seen on a billboard on her way to visit him.

He usually stopped by just to talk, since they had known each other for years, and Emmett had many breaks in his schedule, and the only other person in his office was a woman by the name of Jane, his bitch of a secretary, so he always trekked downstairs to chat up with Bella.

The conversation had begun as it always had since they were kids.

"Belly! How are you today?" She rolled her eyes, the same exact way she always did when Emmett would use the ridiculous nickname.

"I'm fine, Em. And please, when in the last twenty years have I ever like the named Belly?"

"You love it, Belly. Don't lie. You love my visits, too," he answered just as smugly as Edward would and sat down in the chair in front of Bella's desk.

"What brings you down today, Emmett? No basketball players afraid that their wives are going to catch them boinking their kid's nanny?"

Emmett laughed loudly, his boisterous voice filling the whole room.

"You're such a lady, Isabella Swan!"

"Ugh!" Bella groaned, slamming her hands on her desk.

"What is it with you and your brother always calling me Isabella? When did I ever give you two the impression that I prefer that title?"

"We just love to see you get mad. It's fun!" he joyfully answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Another turtleneck, Ms. Swan?" he inquired, getting up from his chair, and stalked towards her.

"Get away from me, Emmett Cullen. I will kick you in your nads and then you and Rose won't be able to have a little mini-Emmett."

"Are you trying to hide something?" he asked, cornering her, totally ignoring her threat. He was so much bigger than Bella; there was no chance in hell she could get away from him.

"A hickie, perhaps?" he teased, rolling down the top of her shirt.

"Hickies!" he shouted, seeing the multiple purplish marks littering her neck and the tiny sliver of her collarbone that he could see without having to remove her shirt completely.

"Bella Swan, who are you getting down with?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Does Edward know who the guy is?" he asked, sitting back down in the chair.

"Yes, he knows him…very well," she answered, coyly trying not to give it away that his brother had been the one to maul her neck, and oh god how she had loved it.

"Really? Edward hasn't mentioned you dating anyone."

"You talk to Edward about my dating?"

"Well, no, but whenever I mention you, he lets me know what's up with you. Plus I am married to your former college roommate, so of course I know things, like how many times you've faked it with Jacob Black!"

"Get out Emmett," Bella commanded, pointing towards the door. Emmett merely laughed at the blushing woman, and exited murmuring something about Bella being such a little minx.

When Bella had recounted the story to Edward later at dinner, he laughed hysterically, nearly choking on a piece of chicken. He shook his head, muttering "classic" to himself.

The rest of the week wasn't as eventful as Monday. By Thursday, Bella had formulated a plan of what she would do, and she couldn't wait. She was excited because nothing made her happier than a happy Edward, and he would be happy, oh, so very happy.

On Friday, it was the same old song and dance routine of the last two weeks, Edward making dinner and begging to know what the letter was. He had been leaving little hints in their conversation about it, trying to divulge any slight clue as to what the letter would be, asking such random nonsense.

"Does the letter appear in the word, floccinaucinihilipilification?"

"Is that a real word?" she had asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, it means something like the estimation of something useless. Carlisle taught it to me in the sixth grade."

"I don't even know how to spell that, so I wouldn't know if the letter appears in that word!"

She put him out of his misery during dessert, mainly because he wouldn't hand over the piece of strawberry cheesecake he had in his hand.

"If I tell you the letter, will you give me the cake?"

"Of course, Bella. That's how negotiating works!" he jested, taunting her by waving the plate in front of her face.

"Why do you always have to take away my food?" she pouted as he just laughed at her.

"Yeah, it always works!" he deadpanned, taking a long lick of the strawberry icing on her cheesecake.

"HEY! My cake! You've desecrated my cake!" she cried out, leaping for her chair as she walked towards Edward.

"Letter! Tell me the letter, and I'll gladly feed you the cake."

"I'm capable of feeding myself. Thank you very much. Now, give me my cake!" she shouted as she chased him around the kitchen table.

"You know," Edward began. "This is starting to feel very familiar," he laughed as he dodged Bella's advance.

"Edward Cullen, give me my cake and I'll tell you the letter," she propositioned sitting back in her chair, knowing full and well that she just might have beaten him.

"NO! That's not how it works. You see Ms. Swan. If I give you the cake, you're just gonna shove it down your throat and not tell me what you letter you picked out. Which only serves to make one of us happy, but if you tell me the letter and then I give you the cake, we're both satisfied," he argued, sitting down in his chair, coveting the cake as far away from Bella as possible.

"Fine, the letter is R!" she pouted as she crossed her arms in defeat. Edward chuckled and immediately passed the cake over.

"Cheater," she murmured taking a big bite of her cake.

"I prefer the term genius!"

=x=

Bella spent most of Saturday morning trying to finish a transcript of some story she just couldn't get through. It was bland and boring. It had absolutely no substance, the characters were incredibly dull, and the plot was as unoriginal as was possible.

And to top it all off, she could hear Edward pacing in front of her bedroom door all day. One time when she got up to got use the restroom she found him staring blankly out of the window. He had showered, but had chosen to put pajamas on when he had gotten out. He looked pained and when she asked him what was wrong, he gave her a pissed off look. She just laughed and sauntered back to her bedroom, hearing Edward mutter "cock tease" under his breath.

At five, Bella decided to put Edward out of his misery and called him over to her bedroom. It was like he was sitting by the door when she called out to him, because he was in her room, door closed in a nanosecond.

"Finally," he sighed out in relief.

"Not so fast," she said, as Edward let his eyes travel up and down Bella's lean body. She was wearing a short, blue robe and of course, his imagination was conjuring up god knows what she was wearing or not wearing under it. Bella laughed at the dazed expression he wore.

"What are we doing?" he asked, waiting for Bella's instructions.

"You'll see. Now strip!" she commanded, but Edward stood stoic, not budging. Bella stared angrily at him, as he stood stiff.

"I said strip Edward!" she forcefully scolded him, and still he remained still.

"That doesn't start will the letter R, Bella," he replied smugly, only making Bella angrier than she already was.

"Okay wiseass. Remove every article of clothing on your body!" Edward conceded and got undressed. Bella smirked as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor.

He was already rock hard.

"Excited, Mr. Cullen," she teased as she walked over to him. "Remain standing still," she barked an order at him as she got closer. "Don't move a fraction of an inch."

When she got close enough to touch him, she let her fingertips dance up and down his strong forearms, and he shivered. The further Bella's fingers journeyed up his arm, the more pronounced his goose bumps became.

Bella moaned in approval as she brought her hands down his back. His body was a work of art; every part was toned and sculpted to perfection. Her hand rested on his lower back, right up his tight muscular gluts. She formed a fist and slowly kneaded the spot, earning a guttural moan from Edward.

"Bella," he breathed out.

"Shh, Edward. Remain silent. Lie down, face first on the bed," she ordered, and Edward complied immediately.

"What does this have to do with the letter R?" he asked, confused.

"Silly Edward not figuring it out," Bella flirtatiously whispered into his ear as she straddled his waist, removing the robe in the process. He groaned again as he felt Bella's naked body on top of his.

"R is for reciprocation and a few other things!"

"I still don't get it," he moaned into one of Bella's pillows as she started to massage him.

"Well, you see, Edward, you've been so very good to me for so long, and these last two weekends have been spent with your appreciating me, I thought that this time would be all about you," Bella answered, working her hands firmly into his shoulder, working a knot there.

"Mmmm, Bella that feels so good."

"You're so tense, Edward. Is work causing all this stress?" she asked, grabbing some oil of her bed side table and rubbing it into middle of Edward's back, working out another knot.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as her nimble fingers skillfully rubbed at the tension. "You have no idea how good that feels."

"Real good, I bet," she whispered into his ear again, this time nipping at it like he always did to her.

"Shit, Bella," he whined as he rubbed his hips against the bedspread. Bella chuckled lightly as her body moved to rest on Edward's thighs as she started to massage his lower back, using her knuckles this time. Much to her delight, Edward's back arched as he let out a mewling sound of pleasure.

"Are you sure you chose the right career?" he asked.

"Shh, Edward," she answered calmly as she gripped his ass cheeks into her hand, tightening her hands around the strong muscles before starting to rub his thighs and then calves before getting of him.

"How do you feel?" she asked, standing beside him.

"Like goo!" he chuckled.

"Roll over," she instructed, and he did so quickly. He was still hard as a rock.

"What now?" he asked in a relaxed daze, eyes struggling to open.

"Get into a spread eagle," she directed and he did. Each hand reached to the very corner of the bed post and each foot did as well. It was perfect for what she had planned next.

"R is also for restraint and rope."

Edward's eyes widened at the words, and he gasped as he felt a rope around his right hand being tied tightly against the bedpost.

"You're serious?" he asked.

"You ask stupid questions, Edward. Now be silent and don't move."

She tied the rest of his limbs to the bed and stood up on the bed between his legs. He stared straight up at her, breathing heavily. This was unbelievably out of character for her, and damn, if it wasn't sexy as hell.

She sunk down onto her knees, between the space left there from his open legs.

"Your dick is absolutely beautiful," she commented, as she stared at it closely. Edward struggled to tilt his head up so he could see her, but the restraints were not allowing him the momentum. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly letting the hot air tease the sensitive area. He groaned pathetically and twitched.

"Can I taste you Edward?"

"Oh god," he groaned as Bella took him into her hands, a small amount of the massage oil still present there. Her hand was slick as she moved it up and down, tightly, running her thumb along the slit in the engorged head.

"Please!" he pleaded, pulling at his restraints as she teased him by breathing on him again.

"Is that a yes, Mr. Cullen? Will you let me taste you?"

"Yes, fuck yes. Please Bella!" he begged, pulling roughly at the restraints. Bella loved it, all of it. She had never heard Edward sound so lost, so out of control as he did right there.

Bella took a hold of the base of him and licked straight up the vein on the underside, slowly. When she reached the top she took a pointed lick of his slit, greedily tasting the drop of precum that had formed.

"Mmmmmm," she growled indulgently. "Delicious."

Edward titled his head backward and let out another guttural moan that Bella loved to hear.

"Bella let me see you. Please let me see you!" he pleaded, and Bella let go of him. She graciously met his request placing two pillows under his head so it was elevated enough to see her work.

"Thank you," he breathed out, and Bella chuckled.

She went back to where she was, grabbing him gently in her hand. She looked up through her eyelashes at him, as he looked down impatiently.

"Please," he whimpered, pushing his hips up. Bella smirked deviously and licked her lips, making them wet and shiny. She looked up again to find Edward starting right at her lips. Still looking at him she placed the engorged head into her mouth, sucking on it tightly, keeping her eyes on Edward as he groaned loudly pulling at the ropes.

"Fuck! Fuck! Bella, so warm, so wet, oh God, more."

Bella took more of him into her mouth, lapping her tongue on the underside every time her head bobbed up. With every down stroke of her mouth, she took more of him in, and Edward moaned loudly with each up-down movement. Each time her head rose from his hips, she tightened her hold on his cock and grazed her teeth against him ever so lightly.

She kept her eyes on Edward the entire time and watched as his face contorted in pleasure with each stroke. She watched as he struggled against the restraints. She watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open, and when she took him all in, and swallowed around, she watched as he lost the ability to breathe. It was a magnificent sight.

She brought her hands down to his sack, rubbing it gently as she continued to take him in. His head began to thrash about the pillow as she rubbed and sucked. It was too much for him. Too good. Too fucking good.

"Bella, holy fuck!" he let out through heavy breaths. "I can't hold out much more. I ne-need to be in you, oh fuck, let me be in you when I come," he pleaded as Bella never stopped sucking, the sounds like the most beautiful symphony to Edward's ears.

Bella halted her movement, letting Edward fall out of her mouth with a pop, a line of saliva keeping them connected until it broke.

She moved to sit on his hips, letting her sex rub against his. Both of them groaned at the feeling.

"You're so wet," Edward murmured as he pushed his hip against Bella. He continued to pull at the ropes, not caring that they were starting to cause burns against his skin.

"I want you, Edward, so badly, and do you know what else?" He shook his head, and she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"I'm going to ride you, so hard, and you won't be able to touch me."

Edward grunted tilting his back against the pillow at the news. His hands clenched and unclenched with the itch to just grab Bella and take her. Bella chuckled against his neck as she started to pepper kisses against the top of his shoulders and collarbone before taking a firm bite of his skin at the bottom of his neck. Edward groaned in ecstasy as Bella sucked and nibbled at the spot hard.

She tore herself away, admiring the dark mark starting to appear.

"Have fun explaining to your coworkers on Monday," she teased as she reached for the condom on her bedside table, making a show of ripping it open with her teeth as she pulled it out of the wrapper. Grabbing the latex in her hand she slide down Edward's torso and stopped, resting on the tops of his thighs. She took the condom and rolled it down his dick, Edward hissing the whole way down.

Bella smirked deviously as she lifted herself up and lined Edward against her entrance teasing herself, using him as a tool. She spread the moisture up and down her sex, teasing her clit with the head of Edward's dick. Both moaned at the sensations before Bella started to tease her entrance.

"Bella!" he begged, shoving his hips up as he entered her for a brief second before she pulled him out.

"I control this!" she declared, taking him in her hand tightly and sinking down on him, until she sat rested on his hips. She screamed as he filled her entirely. He lay below her mouth open wide, no sound pouring out, but the expression on his face was of pure pleasure.

They both let out deep breaths as Bella slid back up and back down quickly. She set a fast and hard rhythm, fucking herself hard on Edward as she tightened around him with each fall.

"Edward," she called out through ragged breaths and Edward answered back.

It wasn't long before the two could feel the impeding explosion of ultimate pleasure. It was Bella who came first, screaming out Edward's name as every electrical pulse in her switched on and she convulsed on top of Edward, shaking with no means of stopping. Edward followed suit, no more than ten seconds later as Bella gripped him like death.

"BELLA!" he moaned out as he rotated his hips up into Bella as he used her to milk his cock.

Bella collapsed on top of Edward, breathing heavy against his chest that worked hard to stabilize his breathing.

"Fuck, Bella. You win. That was better than mine any day," he spoke breathlessly.

"I told you," she teased as her breathing and heart rate started to stabilize.

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Could you untie me? The ropes are killing me!"

Bella gasped and immediately cut the ropes off, massaging the red sores on his ankles before doing the same with his wrists.

"I'm so sorry, Edward," she apologized as she rubbed one of his wrists.

"Don't apologize. It was well worth it." He kissed the top of her head, bringing her close to him, so he could touch her.

"That was torture, you know that right?" he asked, and Bella stared confused.

"Not being able to grab your hair as you sucked my dick, fucking shit man; that was torture."

Bella snorted and she laughed hysterically.

"Sorry," she said not meaning it at all.

"No problem. Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?"

"Shut up, Edward, and go to bed!"

"Yes ma'am, but that doesn't start with the letter r," he teased.

"Wiseass! Rest up, Edward."

"Back at ya, Bella. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."