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Outtake

I can't believe it's been almost a year to the day that we were last at Jasper's cabin. Thinking back, it's almost hard believe how everything turned out. The last time I was standing here, Bella was still my boss—my infuriating, demanding, beautiful-beyond-words boss. And I had just broken all the rules we made. Come to think of it, not much has changed. She's still infuriating, in the most annoyingly cute way. She's still demanding, in the sexiest, makes-my-knees-buckle kind of way. And fuck me if she isn't still the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure of...well...pleasuring.

The last couple of months, ever since we returned from our visit to my parents, have been such a whirlwind, and I have no idea how I would have made it through without her constant coaching. Being thrust into book signings and publicity tours has been some kind of wonderful, but it also took me away from Bella for weeks on end. That's the one part of this success that I really don't enjoy. But, she stood by me through every flight, every unfamiliar hotel room, and every carbon breakfast, lunch and dinner. We were almost in constant contact via text, email, Skype—that one is my personal favorite, and it may or may not have to do with the fact that we chose to video-chat naked. Who am I kidding? It had everything to do with the fact that we were naked. There's something very erotic about seeing the woman you love make herself come in front of a camera, thousands of miles away, for only you to see. Just thinking about it now makes me hard.

One thing that is definitely similar to the last time we were here is my nerves. Fuck, I can hardly stand still in one place. I need her to wake the fuck up already.

Just then, I hear the floorboards above my head creak.

Well, it's about time.

A wry smile twists at the corner of my lips as I hear her stumble from our bed. I can only imagine the beauty of her translucent skin as the morning sun hits all the spots I adore about her. The spots I've come to crave like it's nobody's business. I bet her hair is twisted and knotted from sleep and from last night's gripping fingers. I bet she's inspecting the purple-pink markings of my mouth on her chest. I bet she's blushing right now, thinking about the way we fucked violently against the wall, too eager and desperate to even make it to the bed. Fuck, the thought of it actually has the tips of my ears burning. Sex with Bella, whether we're making sweaty, slow love or pushing and pulling at each other until we're breathless and panting, is still something that catches me off guard every time. I never could imagine anything more perfect, even after I've had her countless times. I still want more. Always more.

I hear her giggle, and I know she's found the first note.

Morning, my love.

I thought, seeing as we're back here exactly one year later, that I would dispel more of my secrets.

This is where everything changed for me.

So, I'm taking you on another journey, the rules of which you know by now.

To get things started, my first admission has to be that I'm very happy our friends and parents left yesterday.

No matter how much I like spending time with them, I like spending time with you (alone) so much more.

Yours, Edward

Call me a helpless romantic, call me irrevocably in love, call me whatever you want, but hearing her laughter, seeing her smiling and happy, is still something I crave more than anything else. That's why I chose to do it like this, knowing how much she adored and appreciated it the first time.

I'm pretty confident that I'll be getting my first shoe back.

Soft pattering of feet moving to our bedroom door makes me smile even wider. I left the clothing just as I did the first time, so I know from her movements exactly what she'll be reading next.

Sometimes, you talk in your sleep. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I lay awake, fascinated by what you whisper.

And sometimes, oh fuck baby, sometimes you get really vocal, and I can tell you're dreaming about things less innocent. You chant my name in that way that drives me fucking crazy...you know the way I'm talking about. At times, when I don't want to wake you, knowing you've had a rough day and need your rest, I stroke myself beneath the covers, I make myself come, chanting your name in return. And then there are nights... You know, the ones when I wake you up desperately and love you out of your sleepy confusion? Those are the nights I simply cannot bear not to touch you, not to have you touch me.

I love that you 'talk' to me, even when you don't think I'm listening.

I'm always listening, my love.

Yours, Edward

"Are you listening now?" I hear her call from the landing upstairs, and I smile endearingly at her tiny little voice.

"I am," I answer just loud enough for her to hear me.

"Is it wrong that I like it?" Her voice is wavering, slightly unsure, but I can hear the smile she's too embarrassed to emit.

"No, it's not." I shake my head, even though she can't see me.

I bite my lip when I hear her breathless laughter. She's a horny little toad, that one.

I wanted you to know that I don't tell my mother everything. I tell you everything.

I know you've embraced my open relationship with her with such grace. But Bella, there's only one person that knows my deepest, darkest desires, fears and secrets.

It's only ever been you.

Yours, Edward

I would know that sigh anywhere. Miss Swan is swooning right now. I grin, because I knew she would like to hear that, and because it's true. I don't know how she manages it, but I can't keep anything to myself when it comes to her. I mean, shit, I told her about my birth mother the first time we slept together. I haven't told anyone about that...ever. Not even Emmett or Rosalie. Never Speak kind of changed that for me. I wanted to mention the existence of Elizabeth, and Bella convinced me it was time. To say that Rose and Emmett were shocked would be an understatement. But they were so supportive and encouraging and respectful that I didn't want to talk the subject to death. It felt good getting that off my chest, just like Bella said it would.

The sound of her feet moving down the stairs pulls me from my internal musings. She's on her way to my shirt.

I miss not seeing you every day, even if at times it was only from afar, imprisoned by my cubicle.

I miss not bringing you your coffee—2%, not full cream (I'll never forget again).

I'll never regret the success I've had with my book, you being an instrumental part of it. But sometimes, Bella, being away from you is pure torture.

I miss working for you.

Yours, Edward

"How do you feel about role-play? I could bring 'office Bella' home every now and then?" Bella calls from the foot of the stairs.

Her question catches me off guard for a moment, right before the biggest, shit-eating grin stretches my lips. I'll be lying if I said I'm not a little turned on right now.

I love hearing her call our place home. Living with Bella the last couple of months has not been without its fair share of ups and downs. But, we're both rather good at accommodating the other, surprisingly enough. We compromise, like all good couples do.

I stole a pair of your panties the first time I left on a publicity tour.

When I'm away from home, from you, for weeks on end, it gets a little lonely, and I find myself missing your smell, your skin, your voice...everything.

So, when it gets to be too much, I wrap the scrap of silk around my cock and stroke myself with it until I come...

Do you find that disgusting? Am I a pervert? Am I driving home sans pants?

Yours, Edward

PS: They're a little worn out from all the use. Would you mind if I took a new pair?

It's so quiet you can practically hear a pin drop, and I'm almost positive I grossed her out with my less than savory admission. I strain my ears to hear if she's going to give me any indication of her thoughts, but all I hear is her footfalls as she moves to the couch where my boxers are laying waiting for her. Yes, I'm pretty sure I'll be driving back to Seattle in my underwear...again.

I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what's about to happen.

I love your mind. I love your wit. I love your dirty mouth. I love your sweet words. I love your blush. I love your temper. I love your hair. I love your skin. I love, love, love your smile. I love your lips. I love your warm tongue on me, in me. I love your arms wrapped around me. I love your smell. I love your pussy. I love your passion. I love Alice and Jasper. I love your parents.

I love you, Bella Swan.

Yours, Edward

"I love you too," she whispers. She's close, and I quickly lean against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest, reenacting the first time we did this. The first time she stole my heart.

With a rustle of fabric, she appears in the doorway, wrapped in a sheet, hair disheveled, arms filled with my clothing.

I give her my lopsided grin, watching her cheeks flush prettily as they always do.

"Hi," I murmur, unable to move my gaze from hers.

"Hey," she whispers, lips tilting at the corners.

We stare at each other for many breaths, simply enamored.

"I'm glad to find you naked," she giggles softly, leaning against the doorframe, giving my body a thorough once over, causing it to react like it always does.

"I aim to please," I shrug and wink cockily.

I thought about doing this with clothes on. But, in the end, this is us. So, I'm going to do it naked, because I can.

My gaze drops to her arms, curious to see which clothing made it back with her this time. I think my jaw pops open in surprise when I spot my jeans, haphazardly thrown over her arm.

"I'm surprised to see my pants made it," I admit in shock, raising my eyes back to hers with arched eyebrows.

She laughs breathily and tilts her head to the side.

"I thought by now you would know how much I like you touching yourself thinking of me." She's acting all coy and cute as fuck.

She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Does that make you horny, baby?" I'm tempted to do it in an Austen Powers accent, but I suck at accents, and I don't want to scare her off, sounding like a drunken leprechaun. Besides, the woman never watches TV; my attempt will probably confuse her more than anything else.

"Mhhmhh," she murmurs, dropping her eyes to my straining length pointedly.

"I was thinking," I interrupt our little moment, knowing that if I give in to the look she's giving me right now, I won't get to the part I'm really excited about.

"Yes?" She smiles endearingly.

"I really miss calling you 'Miss Swan'"

She frowns in confusion but giggles regardless.

"I do recall mentioning role-play," she points out with a playful sigh.

"I have something else in mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nod, dropping my gaze for a second to take a deep breath. "Don't you think we should come up with new titles?"

"Go on?" She giggles.

I smile internally and push away from the counter, slowly stalking my way towards her. When I'm only a few feet away, hearing her labored breathing, practically feeling the heat from her skin, I slowly lower my body and drop to one knee.

Her eyes follow my movements, transforming from confusion, to amusement to startling realization.

"Edward?" she chokes, eyes searching mine feverishly.

I smile reassuringly, feeling my heart beating thunderously against my chest. I swallow thickly, taking another deep breath before I change our lives forever. Her expression is precious right now. Startled, shocked, anxious, stunned—all the adjectives that would accurately describe the momentousness of this occasion.

"I love you more than little notes on toilet paper can ever express."

You are everything to me.

"I love you more than I will ever be able to show you with my body, my actions, my words."

Baby, you're delicious. I wonder—do I taste the same?

"The first day I met you, I was literally startled by your beauty. Almost as much as your foul temper." I wink, which causes her to laugh through the tears that are freely running down her cheeks.

"There was a time I couldn't stand to be in the same room with you; and now, my love, I can't stand being away from you for even the shortest amount of time."

Honey, you're my favorite.

"You have my heart."

I'm nothing without you.

"You are my best friend, my confidant, my lover. I can't imagine not having you in my life for the rest of my days."

I'll never allow you to let me go.

"I want you to have my babies. I want to grow old with you and bump uglies until our hips give in." We both laugh, and her smile... Oh, her smile is the most brilliant thing my eyes could ever behold. It momentarily blinds me, until I realize it's my own tears blurring my vision.

"Isabella Swan…" I smile through them as they trickle down my cheeks. "I'll be your forever, if you'll agree to be mine."

I raise my right hand where I've been clutching the small black box, and I open my fingers in offering. My left hand shakily joins the party as I slowly flip the lid open to reveal the symbol of my promise to her.

"Will you marry me, Bella?"

Her eyes are the size of saucers, and I find myself chuckling nervously at her expression. Alice and Rose both helped me select the ring. What I know about jewelry leaves much to the imagination. But after we found this beauty, I knew it would be perfect for her. We knew she would love it. Looking at her face right now, I'm happy to say that we were right.

"Yes," she whispers, sniffling and laughing and dropping my clothes to the floor with shaky hands.

I don't think there are words to describe the happiness and relief I feel right now. She just made a dream I never even knew I had, until I fell in love with her, come true.

I chuckle, pushing up from the floor, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.

Looking down at her as she stares at the ring, I feel like my heart could burst. I pull it from its confines, chucking the little box to the side which earns me a giggle from the woman I love. We're all smiles and breathless laughter as she raises her left hand and I take it in mine shakily. I push the ring, which—thank fuck—fits perfectly, over her delicate finger.

We both stare down silently at her hand gently resting in mine.

"Mrs. Cullen," I finally breathe just above a whisper.

She raises her head slowly to mine, her eyes wide in wonderment, her smile uninhibited and glorious.

"I love you," she whispers fervently, gently raising both hands until they're behind my neck, causing the sheet to swoosh to the floor.

With our naked bodies pressed together, my hands on the hips I've come to know so well, we seal our promise with a searing kiss.

And then...we fuck. Because that's us, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

xoxo

With love…

Your Mistress

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