A/N

Thank you for the lovely reviews to the last chapter, your enthusiasm blows me away. And hi to the newer voices, I loved hearing from you.

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If I gave my chapters titles, this one would be "Sticky Situations"...

BPOV

Oh my God.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God.

This cannot be real.

This has to be a dream. Only in a dream would you bump into your boss at your therapist's office while you are trying to fix your sex life with your other boss. Only in a dream. Or a movie, and I don't remember signing up for this role.

The three of us continue to stare for another moment before Aro launches unsteadily to his feet, as if propelled by a force outside of his control. Maybe it's the same impulse that makes you instinctively sit down when you are shocked, only in reverse.

Nobody has spoken so I briefly wonder if Edward and I can just run outside and pretend we never saw him.

Then they both speak at once.

"Ed?"

"Aro?"

My nails dig into Edward's palm where we have been too surprised to drop hands.

More silence. The question we all want to ask but can't - what are you doing here? - hangs heavy in the air between us.

"Aro Volturi?"

Thank fuck. We are saved when Aro is led into one of the rooms, still frowning at us in confusion. Edward hastily pulls us outside and I drag in the fresh air.

"Blimey," he mutters, then looks at me. "Did that really just happen?"

"Apparently." I'd really like to sit down.

"Well...shit." He drags a hand through his hair.

"He doesn't even know we're dating." I can hear the disbelief in my own quiet voice.

Edward scoffs, "I think he does now, baby!"

I stare at him. "Do you find this funny?"

"No! Not funny just...well, just crazy."

"Crazy? Edward, this is bad. Really, really bad." I can feel panic beginning to close in around me. Aro knows. Aro knows I'm a freak, that there's something wrong with me.

"They're all going to know," I whisper, my chest growing tighter.

I can feel Edward's concerned eyes on me.

"They're all going to know everything. It...it will be just like in Forks. They'll stare at us and whisper and..."

I can feel my breath coming quicker and tears stinging my eyes and filling my throat.

"Bella," Edward has his hands on my face, turning me to look at him. "Baby, it's okay. Nobody is going to know. Everything's fine."

"How do you know that?" Two tears slide down my cheek. God, I am sick of crying. Pathetic little girl.

"Listen to me. Aro was there too! He obviously has his own, um, situation to deal with. He's not going to be shouting about us all over the office because then he'd have to admit that he was there as well."

Of course. Aro was there, too. Why was he there?

"You're right," I murmur. "I'm sorry, of course you're right."

I focus my energy on everything Maggie has taught me in our CBT sessions. Her voice rings in my head like a gentle bell.

Acknowledge the automatic thought, Bella. Face it and recognise it. Identify the logical response.

Aro won't tell anyone. I'm fine. I'm safe.

I shake the hysterical thoughts from my head and bury the dark memories. People staring, whispering. Jake's friends murmuring "frigid" as I walk past. Not here. Not the same.

"Bella?" Edward looks worried. My Edward, my everything. A man who is risking his own reputation every day just by being with me.

No. Counteract with a positive thought, Bella.

Edward who loves me. Edward who sees good in me. Edward who I will get better for.

I meet his eyes and smile.

"I'm fine," I tell him.

He frowns. "Are you?"

Honesty, Bella. "I will be. It just...caught me off guard."

"Me too!" he exclaims, pulling me into a hug. I breathe in his scent, wrap my arms around him tightly. Mine. He isn't leaving me and I'm not leaving him. We'll face this together. A team.

Safe.

God, I love him. What I thought I felt for Jake on our best day doesn't even touch Edward and I on our worst. This is real, and no whispers or stares or rumours will break what we have.

"Let's get a coffee and sit down for a sec," He suggests, taking my hand and leading me to Starbucks.

Five minutes later I have both a Mocha Frappuchino and some perspective.

"On the bright side," Edward says with an ironic grin. "I think we just eliminated the question of how we're going to tell him."

I smile back. "True."

I bury my head in my hands with a groan. "Oh God, imagine what Monday will be like though." I lift my eyes. "What the hell are we gonna say?"

Edward looks thoughtful. "Much as I'd love to pretend it didn't happen, maybe we should face it head on. I'll ask to speak to him as soon as he comes in and I'll just say yep, we're together and no, we're not discussing why you saw us in that place."

"Won't he press you?"

"And risk me pressing him? Why would he? Plus, he can pry all he likes because although we may be obligated to disclose our relationship we are certainly not obligated to disclose private information about our sex life."

I take a big gulp of my drink and a deep breath.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. God, baby, I'm so sorry I freaked out back there."

"Hey," he reaches across the table to grab my hand. "It's completely understandable given what happened in Washington."

His green eyes take on this beautiful, determined look that I've seen a few times since we began therapy.

"But please believe me when I say this is completely different. Nobody will know anything. You don't have to be afraid. You're safe, right?" His face lights up with a hopeful smile which I return.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Besides, I wouldn't say you 'freaked out' anyway. You started to panic and then...stopped. What was going through your head?"

"Are you my shrink now, Cullen?" I tease and he smiles gently. " I guess I just remembered Maggie's words, tried to use the coping methods she has taught me."

I lift Edward's hand and kiss his fingers just because I can.

He grins. "I guess we owe Maggie a nice bottle of wine when this is over, eh?"

When this is over. When I am better. I feel that rush, that emotion that used to be so alien and now frequently fills my head - hope.

I'm still afraid of many things but I'm not afraid of hoping any more.

The moment that always stays with me is Jacob's face when I told him I was leaving. Utter shock and disbelief. He absolutely could not fathom why or how I could leave.

I stayed with Jake for only two days after the night he outed us in the bar. Two days of people staring, people whispering in the corner of the store and casting curious or callous looks in my direction. Two days of living in the shadow of a secret told.

I left before noon but he had already had several whisky-laden coffees. He thought I couldn't smell it. We fought of course; he yelled, he begged, I cried. Eventually I left with bruises on my arm that matched his fingers. But even as he watched me climb into my truck his eyes were glazed with shock. Despite everything he still couldn't believe I was going. Sometimes I wonder if he still feels that way, still sits on the porch and waits for his wife to return, wondering how I ever clawed my way out of the box he locked me in.

Things were no better even under my father's protection. Forks seemed to consist of only two types of people for Charlie and me. The gossips, who fluttered around my father like small but vicious birds under the guise of friendship, but in reality seeking any tidbit of information he would cast their way like fragments of a loaf. I had never been so grateful for my private, stoic father; they didn't get a single crumb.

Then there were the people who just ignored me, people I had known all my life who suddenly didn't know what to say and couldn't look me in the eye. I wasn't sure what was worse.

I know Edward is right. I'm sure Aro is just as embarrassed as we are, so is unlikely to breathe a word about seeing us at the clinic on Saturday. However, when I arrive at the office on Monday morning a small part of me feels like the Bella of Forks, hiding behind the shelves at the local store. I try to remind myself that this is different and that I should hold my head up high. You don't have to be ashamed anymore, Swan.

We arrive together for once, what's the point of keeping up the pretence? Now that Aro knows it doesn't matter who else does. Alone in the elevator, Edward gives me a brief, soft kiss and runs his hand through my ponytail.

"You all right?"

I breathe deep and nod. "Yep. We'll get it over with quick, right? You're going to speak to him as soon as we arrive?"

"That's the plan, love." He offers me a small smile. "And don't worry, it'll all be better after today."

I hope he's right, I hope the day doesn't end with me packing my bags.

I haven't even taken off my jacket when Aro appears at my desk like a hovering spectre. Predictably I jump about a foot in the air. Edward, my would-be saviour, appears in his office doorway almost as quickly but when he opens his mouth to speak it's Aro's voice that is heard.

"A word please. My office, five minutes." His face is unreadable while he casts his glance between us. "Both of you."

Edward clears his throat. "Aro, I'm not sure Bella is needed, can't we just-"

Aro silences him with just a look. "Both of you."

We both hide in the safety of Edward's office for a couple of minutes.

"Bugger," he mutters as we watch our boss walk away through the glass. "Guess our strike wasn't pre-emptive enough, eh?"

"Guess not." My heart is pounding. "Did he look mad to you? Or embarrassed?"

"He didn't look anything really, but that man has an incredible poker face."

I collapse into the chair opposite Edward's desk. "Fuck. Fuck. He's going to fire me, or reassign me."

Edward perches on the desk and looks down at me.

"Listen to me. That is not going to happen." He drops his voice further. "You need to calm down, baby." He almost never uses any term of endearment in the office but it has the desired effect, reminding me that I'm safe, and wanted and his.

I nod.

"Okay, let's go."

The ten-yard walk to Aro's office feels like miles. When we eventually walk inside he's sitting behind his desk. His stance is relaxed but his face looks a little less composed than it did a few minutes ago.

"Shut the door," he commands. Does he honestly think we wouldn't?

"Sit."

We take the chairs opposite him in silence. My heart pounds hard enough to rattle my rib cage. Aro looks at us both and eventually lets out a huge sigh.

"Ed, what does Volturi do? What's our business?"

Edward looks dumbstruck for a moment, clearly not expecting this question.

"Executive Search."

Aro rolls his eyes. "Less marketing speak."

Despite everything, I notice Edward's lip quirks in the tiniest hint of a smile.

"Headhunting," he amends. "Recruitment."

Aro nods. "And what is our commodity? What's our product?"

Edward frowns, thinking. "Well...people."

"And what do we do with those people? What's our role?"

Where the hell is he going with this? God, can't we just get to the terrible point?

"We look at their experience, their skills and we match them to employers."

Aro continues to stare so Edward continues to talk.

"We judge them against others; we get a feel for their personalities. We-" he suddenly looks up and I see the lightbulb go off in his head.

With a resigned tone and the hint of a wry smile he says, "We read them."

"Bingo!" Aro smiles and it's somewhere between smug and...kind?

He looks between the two of us again and I try not to squirm. The atmosphere is suffocating.

"I've been reading people for more than 25 years. Did you really, honestly think I haven't been reading you two?"

Silence. All I can hear is the hum of Aro's computer and the muffled office sounds from outside.

"You knew?" I whisper, realisation dawning.

He looks at me, somewhere between smirking and smiling.

"Yes, Isabella."

"How long?" Edward asks, looking equally surprised.

"You forget, Ed. I was in the room the moment you two met. And then I watched you shooting Bella decidedly inappropriate glances for the next few weeks." He sits back in his chair, frowning at Edward in mild disapproval. "Of course this is nothing unusual for you, but something seemed...different to your usual casual flirting."

My heart is still racing but I can feel the soothing tendrils of relief starting to flow in. He knows. He has known all this time and he doesn't seem angry.

"Then there was the anniversary party. I wasn't the only one that night who noticed that you two were...close."

"You never questioned me?" Edward looks uncertain. "You never warned me off."

Aro shrugs. "I'm not going to pretend I wasn't a little concerned, with your reputation who knew what this could mean for your working relationship."

He glances towards me. "Sorry but it's true."

I nod dumbly.

"Anyway, I kept a close eye on you, to see if either one of you became distracted and yet...nothing. Quite the opposite in fact." He breaks into a slightly sleazy grin. "Frankly, as long as your numbers stay up, Eddie, and I carry on hearing great things about you, Bella, you can do whatever you want." Pause. "Outside of working hours of course."

My cheeks redden when I remember the Comms Room but I don't think he actually knows about that, it's just a warning. I think. God, I hope.

"I guess you really are good at your job, Aro," Edward finally says with a nervous, sheepish chuckle.

"Yes," Aro replies. "Of course, it helps that both of you are about as subtle as a brick."

I feel like my cheeks might explode from the heat, and even Edward has the grace to study the carpet.

"And now, um, this other business." Aro clears his throat and when I glance at him, he is suddenly looking less confident and more embarrassed.

"I may have had strong suspicions about your relationship but I won't pretend I wasn't surprised to see you on Saturday."

Jesus, I want the ground to open up. Or the fire alarm to sound. Or the building to collapse - anything to allow me to escape this conversation.

"What you were doing there is certainly none of my business..."

"That's true," Edward says in a strong, clear voice, all humour and subordination gone.

Aro meets his eyes. "And equally I don't wish to discuss my own...situation either."

Several possible answers amble through my mind unbidden, every one of them resulting in a desperately unwelcome mental image of Aro's cock. I'll need to pour bleach into my brain after this.

"So it's best we just forget that particular encounter ever happened, don't you agree?"

Mine and Edward's joint sighs of relief are so audible it's almost comical.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Agreed," Edward says.

"Right then," Aro claps his hands together and I sense we are dismissed. "Providing all continues as it has been in the office I see no reason to let this be a problem. Off you go, busy day." He sends us on our way with a flick of his wrist and goes back to his computer as if our conversation never happened. Part of me wonders if it did.

We walk back to Edward's office in a daze and when we're safely back inside I collapse in the chair and let out the breath I've been holding. Edward releases a nervous laugh.

"See? Told you it was nothing to worry about."

I lift my head and raise an eyebrow.

"What?" he grins.

I smile back, allowing cool relief to truly overtake me. "Oh please, as if you weren't as anxious as me in there."

My boss/boyfriend just smiles and stays silent, bravado intact.

"So," he says. "Now Aro knows what do you want to do about the others? Rip it off fast like a plaster or let it slowly trickle down the proverbial rumour mill."

I'm not sure I can cope with days or weeks of curious, are-they-aren't-they stares.

"Fast," we both say.

Edward's face lights up with a slightly sinister grin. "I know just the thing."

He stands up, walks across the room and swings the door open.

"Hey, Jess?"

She looks up from her computer with a vaguely interested smile.

Edward grins, wide and amused. "Bella and I are in a relationship."

She stares blankly, "Eh?"

"We're a couple. Going out with each other. Dating, as my Yankee girlfriend would say."

If I didn't know better I'd swear I could actually hear the thud when Jessica's chin hits her keyboard. She glances through the glass at me, then back at Edward, then back at me again. I shrug, blushing.

Edward closes the door again and saunters back over to me.

"That oughta do it," he smirks.

What else can I do? I laugh. Hard.

"Is this against Maggie's rules?" Edward whispers, placing several slow, open-mouthed kisses along my wet neck, moving my freshly-washed hair out of the way.

I tilt my head to encourage him. "Hmmm...I'm not sure."

"How about this?" He gently grasps my hips and pulls my naked body even closer to his, bath water sloshing gently. I can feel his erection and it makes me whimper under my breath.

"Definitely." This is absolutely breaking the rules, but that only sends a thrill through me.

"You are such a rebel, Edward," I tease, twisting my head to kiss him, sliding a hand into his thick, wet hair. He strokes my tongue languidly with his.

"How did this happen?"

"You said you were having a bath," he replies, simply.

I can't help smiling. "I didn't mean you had to join me."

"What can I say? I'm impulsive."

I giggle when he pulls my earlobe between his teeth.

"I'm supposed to be relaxing."

"Are you not relaxed, Sweetheart?" I can almost hear him pouting.

I push my ass against him, playing with fire and enjoying how it burns.

"No, I'm excited." Grin. "Are you?"

"What do you think?" He half turns my body, splashing water over the side, and takes my mouth again. My hand finds his shoulder, the other the nape of his neck and I drink, drink, drink from his lips. Nobody has ever kissed me like Edward does.

When we break apart my chest is flushed, and Edward is breathless and so hard against my thigh. But his playful eyes are gone, replaced by his determined, rule-abiding look.

"Okay, relaxation time." His voice is pained. He kisses my nose. "Don't take too long though, I'll be in the other room...waiting."

Waiting.

For me. Waiting for me to touch myself, explore myself, at Maggie's request.

He climbs out of the bath and I enjoy the sight of his perfect, tight ass before he wraps a towel around his waist and leaves the bathroom with a wink.

Startled by the extra space, I lie down and sink my head under the still-warm water. Edward has a tub that dreams are made of; huge, deep and fitted with several spa settings. I pop back up, take a breath, and rest my head against the perfectly moulded ledge I set the jets to a low setting, close my eyes and try to empty my mind.

This week has been both good and bad. It has been a huge relief to be able to out ourselves to Aro and the rest of the company. Telling Jess had the desired effect and almost every Volturi Executive Search employee knew within hours. Angela was her wonderful, sweet self and just smiled at me and whispered that we were cute together. Of course, Jess was nowhere near as subdued. As soon as Edward left for a meeting she was perched on my desk and assaulting me with a barrage of quick fire questions and comments:

"I knew it...you're terrible at keeping a secret, Bella...it was at the party, wasn't it? You left together. Oh my God, what's he like? Is he an awesome shag? God, I bet he is. He certainly should be after all those women...I mean, I'm sorry, but you know about the women, right? Guess that's a thing of the past then. Random. What's he like out of work? Is he fun? What do you have in common? God, this is exciting, the inside scoop on Edward Cullen..."

In the end I had to actually walk away to get her to stop.

And there's the difficult part. A whole office of people who now know that Edward and I are "shagging." Except we're not. And that hurts.

So much for emptying my mind.

I plunge back under water and try to erase the memory of Jess's incessant chatter. I focus on Maggie. Calm, logical, sensible Maggie. When I surface, I take several deep breaths. I focus on Edward in the room next door and the homework task ahead of me. Absolutely nothing to be afraid of. There won't be any pain tonight, nothing to be anxious about. I'll just be looking...and touching. Nothing I haven't done before, so why is my heart racing a little fast?

"Maybe you should try touching yourself, honey?" Jake has been touching me for a long time, it felt good but I just couldn't quite relax enough. Two fingers were tight and painful.

"Why?" I ask him, choking back tears of frustration.

His gaze is a little stormy, dark enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Because I'm obviously not doing it for you, am I?"

"Jake, please," I murmur and my voice is so weak.

"Please what? I'm only telling you the truth."

"Please don't keep saying stuff like that, about how it's your fault."

He frowns. "Well isn't it? I clearly don't turn you on enough."

I roll onto my side away from him. I know this is over for tonight.

"I can't help it," I whisper, the first tear silently tracking down my face.

"I know," Jake says, but his tone still hard. He is on the other side of the bed and it feels like miles. "And I can't help you."

We're silent. Guilty, I shuffle towards him. I wrap my arm around him and move close to his stiff, unyielding back. We lay there for a few minutes, I feel invisible. Eventually, I slide a hand around his hip, brush against his crotch.

"Do you want me to...?"

He shifts away violently and stands up.

"No thanks," he grunts. "I can take care of myself."

He disappears into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. One more barrier between us.

My breath is quick and the water has cooled. I sit up, take deep breaths and force Jake into the locked box at the back of my mind.

I have a beautiful man next door who has never slammed a door on me or turned his back.

"Don't be a coward," I whisper out loud.

I drain the tub, stand and dry myself. Wrapped in one of Edward's fluffy towels I pad slowly to his room.

Inside, Edward is lying on the bed wearing only a pair of cotton sleep pants and a half-smile.

Absolutely mouth-watering.

"Alright, baby," he murmurs, glancing at my towel-covered body. "I like your dress."

With just a look and a few words he has chased away my dark thoughts. I smile.

I climb up on the bed, remove the towel and slip a satin nightdress over my head. I don't bother with panties of course but I don't want to feel completely exposed, despite the half-serious pout Edward shoots me.

He produces my hand mirror apparently from thin air and gives it to me, smirking.

I can't help but grin.

"You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?"

"My sexy as fuck girlfriend is about to touch her pussy in front of me, what do you reckon?"

As always, his words make my breath catch.

"Pervert," I whisper, kidding.

"Tease," he grins, before moving to the foot end of the bed to face me.

How the fuck do I start? I feel my cheeks heat up.

Edward's face grows more serious. He leans forward, caresses my ankle.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed."

I nod, slowly. I lift my knees and open my legs, allowing my nightdress to ride upwards. I keep my eyes fixed on Edward as his gaze falls to what I have revealed to him and I watch him swallow.

I take the hand mirror and hold it up to my pussy, leaning forward to look. It's weird but I've never actually looked before, not with a mirror, not properly. It makes me uncomfortable and I want to draw my legs back together but I don't. Edward's eager look stops me.

I stare for a few minutes. I'm simply baffled by what can be found attractive about it. Baffled by why Edward is staring at me in rapt fascination.

"Ready to touch?" he says in a low, strained voice.

I bite my lip, nodding. I slide my fingers between my legs and explore gently. Neat hair at the top, I wonder briefly if Edward would prefer me bare but then I'd feel even more...exposed. I gently pull back my outer lips, exposing the pink beneath. Edward's quick intake of breath makes me look up and his eyes are dark. Why does he like this? I admit that mine isn't as unpleasant as some I have seen, in photos and porn, at least everything is kind of neat and inside but all that does is remind me that I'm tight, and not in a good way.

Too tight, too small.

Broken.

I slide my fingers upwards to my clit and enjoy the pleasant feeling when my finger strokes the small bud. Of course I've touched myself before, I masturbate, but I never really look.

Edward clears his throat. "So..." Swallow. "What do you see? How do you think you look?" he asks in a professional voice that contrasts greatly with eyes that are almost ablaze.

I struggle to find words.

"It looks...weird."

"Weird?" he frowns.

I tear my gaze from his.

"Ugly," I whisper.

"Why?"

I take a shaky breath. "Because...it doesn't work."

Edward kneels up and moves closer. He traces a hand down my cheek and I wish he would touch me between my legs instead, so that I could stop. Stop looking, stop feeling so exposed. But he doesn't.

Instead, he whispers, "I guess it depends on how you define its function."

He gently takes the wrist of the hand I'm using and moves my fingers back to my clit. He bends his head and kisses my shoulder.

"I think one function is definitely to bring you pleasure," he encourages me to press more firmly and I groan a little. My skin tingles where his hand touches mine. "And I'd say that part works just fine, wouldn't you?"

He pulls back, sits on his heels. I continue to gently rub my clit. His eyes are intense but his lips are soft with a small smile.

"Relax, baby. It's just me."

My eyes fall to his crotch and I can see how hard he is beneath the thin material of his pants. My breath catches, I slide my fingers lower and find moisture there, I coat my fingers and move back to my clit. I close my eyes and I hear Edward groan. When I open them again he is palming himself.

"I want to see you too," I whisper.

He pushes his pants down to his hips and takes himself in his hand. Hard, flawless, perfect. He strokes himself slowly, his free hand fists the duvet.

"Do you like how I look?" he asks.

"Yes," I murmur, stroking myself a little more firmly, dipping down to feel how slick I am.

"Why is it different?" We're both getting breathless.

"Because it's part of you and you're beautiful," I answer honestly.

He pauses to look into my eyes. "That's how I feel about your pussy."

The way he says pussy makes me shiver, I love his voice so much. So many different tones, so colourful. Sometimes serious and professional, often kind, soft and loving. Right now; strained, deep and throaty. Honey and rocks and...pure sex.

He stares between my legs. "It's beautiful and sexy, and begging for my mouth."

Yes, there's nothing professional about his current tone.

His cock forgotten for a moment he leans forward, stares at me as if I'm something to eat. Which I suppose I am and God how I want him to taste me.

"It feels good now, right?" he whispers. "You're not uncomfortable anymore."

Stroke, dip, wet, stroke. I tremble a little.

"No, it feels good." My voice breaks. "Really good."

He grabs his cock again, pulling roughly. "Yes, it does."

"Look at yourself again now," he orders, gesturing towards the abandoned hand mirror. I hold it up and look again. I'll admit the sight of my wet lips and fingers, the semi-skilled rubbing of my clit is a lot more pleasant than before.

"Do you like that?" Edward asks and I can only nod. The beginning trembles of my climax start to build.

"Do you see how wet you are? How hard your clit is?"

A moan escapes me and Edward's hand moves faster.

"Do you see how that would turn me on?" Strained, throaty. "How beautiful your arousal is?"

"Yes, I...I think so."

I know I'm close and I don't want this to be over so I slow down, slip my fingers lower to my soaking folds. I drop the mirror and watch Edward instead. His hand moves with such familiarity, the shaft slightly moist from where he has spread his pre-cum from the tip. Sensing my pause he slows down too, fingers gently stroking at the base. I watch in fascination as he strokes his balls.

"I wish I was touching you," I whisper, desperate to take him in my mouth.

"I do too," he groans.

To me he looks so amazing; hard and turned on and breathless. So could I look that way to him too? That isn't ugly.

I yank off my nightdress, and settle down lower on the bed, moving my hand quickly back between my legs.

"Jesus," Edward mutters.

I rub my clit until I'm close to the edge again, my own breath fast in my ears. Then I move my hand down and slowly, gently slip my middle finger inside.

"Fuck, yes," I hear Edward say and he scrambles nearer to me. I want him to touch me but at the same time I don't. I like watching him touch himself so much and it seems he likes watching me too.

"Does that feel good, baby? Inside you?"

"Yes,"

"I want it to be my fingers."

Shiver. "Yes."

As gently as I can I try to push a second finger inside. There's a sting and then just fullness. I use my other hand to stroke my clit.

This is the first time I've ever had two of my own fingers inside me and that sends a thrill down my spine.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart." Edward is leaning over me now, one hand propped against the bed an inch from my bare hip, the other quickly and roughly pulling at his cock. Sliding my fingers in and out, I watch his face, flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, crazy hair. My favourite kind of Edward.

"I need to come soon, Bella," he tells me urgently, his eyes darting between my face and my fingers. "God, you look so amazing. Just looking at you makes me want to come."

I press harder on my clit and I know I won't be able to stand holding off much longer either. He leaks. I lay back.

"Edward," I hardly recognise the guttural tone of my voice. "Please."

"Anything," he grunts.

"Come on me. I want to feel it. Come on my chest." I don't know who this girl is or where this request is coming from but fuck I want it.

He scrambles up my body, straddling me. He grabs the headboard with his free hand. I rub my clit, hard, fast, imagining it's him.

I watch his cock and the hand that strokes it, almost at my eye line. His strained face above me.

"Fuck. Fuck. Coming, baby..."

Hot tingling spreads through me and I watch as three creamy streams land on my breasts, while he groans. The moment I feel the sticky heat of him on my skin my own orgasm hits and shoots through my body. I close my eyes and feel every sensation through every muscle until I'm shivering and covered in a sheen of sweat and goose bumps.

When I open my eyes Edward is staring at me; my face, my chest, my mouth. Our heavy breaths seem loud in the quiet room.

"Bloody hell," he mutters and it's so British that I laugh. Figuring it's safe to touch him now I reach up and draw his face to mine, the relief of just kissing him after not touching thrills me. I eagerly pull him down until his chest is flush with mine, the evidence of his pleasure a sticky mess between us. But I don't care, I love it.

"Nothing says a great night like cum in the chest hair, eh?" he laughs, burying his face in my neck and gathering me closer still.

And that right there is why I love him. Much as he can be intense and serious at times he always makes me laugh, makes me light, makes me so bloody happy.

"Come on," I say, smiling and trying to lift him up and wiggle out from under him. "Something tells me we need another bath..."

A/N

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