AN: Sorry for the delay in posting this. Life has gotten in the way, as it tends to do. My goal is to get back to at least every other day, but can't promise that until after Easter.

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Thanks,

Emily

Chapter 15

Bella POV

As I followed Edward up the stairs, my body began to tingle with anticipation and a bit of dread. I had dreamed of going further with him so many times that I feared the reality wouldn't live up to the hype. How could it? He is pure perfection in my dreams. Isn't that what dreams are supposed to be?

Walking in the room, Edward pointed to the bathroom. "You can go use this bathroom, love. I'll go down the hall."

"Thanks. I won't be long."

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. My head was spinning! I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in this world, but I was scared to move too quickly. I had never kissed anyone before Edward. My thoughts kept coming back to the fact that I would be spending the night—in his bed—and his parents didn't know I was there.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and turned. "Pull yourself together, Bella," I murmured. I spent a good three minutes debating whether or not to wear my bra to bed, but eventually decided against it.

A few more minutes and I had finished my nightly routine. I opened the door to head into the bedroom and before I could set both feet in the room, I lost the breath I had just gained. Standing in the middle of the room, staring at the bed was Edward—in pajama pants and nothing else. Oh—help me now!

"I wasn't sure which side you wanted. Do you have a preference?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. Do you?"

He smirked as if he had a secret. "Um. No. I'm not wed to any side of the bed. It's a new bed, so I haven't broken in a side."

"I'll take the side by the window, I guess."

I walked to the far side, pulled back the covers, and climbed into the king-sized bed. The bed was enormous. A couple could easily sleep without ever touching each other, but apparently that didn't fit with Edward's plan. He jumped in the bed, turned out the light, and scooted across the bed to my side.

We cuddled under the covers as I told him stories of my time in Phoenix and about Renee's crazy hobby of the months. At some point during the conversation, we turned to face each other with less than an inch between our faces but we kept a respectable distance elsewhere. His hand moved to my hip and he started rubbing circles gently with his thumb in the space between my shirt and pants.

A moan escaped my lips and Edward dug his fingers into my hip a little deeper in response making my hips thrust forward a bit. And that's when I felt him, pressing into me. His hips met mine and we started moving together as his hand moved around to my stomach and began creeping up further. He reached the underside of my breast and gasped before pulling back to look in my eyes. He silently asked my permission, and I nodded, biting my lip and looking down at his firm chest. Moving my hands over his warm, taut, muscles, I felt heat pool at my center.

His fingers explored every inch of my breasts paying particular attention to my nipples, which were showing their appreciation. I swear there was a direct line from there to my mound. I needed friction.

I moved my leg and pulled Edward's tightly into me, pressing his thigh into my now wet center. Just a little friction would ease some of this insane need but before I could find a rhythm, Edward pulled his leg back and started pulling at my pants. I turned onto my back and raised my hips so he could slide my pajama bottoms all the way off. Soon, his hand was playing at the edge of my panties. I felt like I could come undone at his touch alone.

"Mm, more, please. Edward, more."

"Tell me what feels good."

"You. You touching me feels amazing."

"Oh, reaaallly. Do you like it when I touch you here?" He rubbed his hand over my hip and up to my stomach.

"Yes."

"What about here?" he asked as his hand moved back to my breast and began rolling my nipple.

"Oh, God!" I felt another wave of desire roll through my entire body. "Ed…Edward!" He continued playing for what could have been minutes or hours. I had lost all track of time.

His hand began to move lower reaching the silky fabric of my underwear. He lifted his eyes and looked at me, seeking approval. I nodded and pushed my hips toward his hand, offering encouragement for his exploration. Edward's hand brushed against my mound, "Ah, so wet for me." Slowly, he ran his finger up and down my lips and then again—and again—and again. The torture was exquisite.

His fingers parted my lips as he explored further. When he found the little bundle of nerves, I felt every muscle in my body constrict and release in rapid succession. He continued down and pushed one of his long fingers inside of me, slowly, and pulled it back out even slower—and again. He moved a second finger inside and began pumping in and out, picking up a little speed.

My body began to move with each thrust of his fingers, pushing my hips into his hand and arching my back to pull away.

"Oh, Edward, I'm going to come."

"Let yourself go, Bella. I want to watch you come for me."

He continued picking up the pace with each thrust going deeper, pushing me closer to the edge. His thumb moved to my clit, rubbing small circles over the bump. In and out, round and round. Each move of his hand got me closer until finally, I exploded.

"AH! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"That's it, baby! Let it all go!" Edward slowed his movements, milking every second of this, my first orgasm. He removed his hand and pulled me into him, bringing our lips together again.

We held one another for hours, talking and laughing well into the early hours of the morning. Finally, when our eyes couldn't stay open any more, we drifted to sleep with our arms still around each other.

Emmett POV

This change was far better than the last one I went through. Needless to say, there were some things I hadn't thought of when deciding to become human. Things like not having the ability to clearly hear people talking in the next room—or when they're sneaking around a corner to scare the crap out of you. Yeah. That's Jasper's newest favorite pastime. Or not having the strength to lift the car so Rose can change the oil (I would need to talk to Carlisle about installing a lift in the garage). Most things were great though.

Our change went just as easily as Edward's. Injected on Friday afternoon, slept all day Saturday and Sunday, and woke up on Monday.

Waking up, now that was a great feeling. That first time was awesome! At first, I laid in the bed trying to grab those few extra minutes between sleep and wake. I had my arms wrapped around Rose, pulling her back to my chest tightly. She was breathing deeply and I tried to match my breathing to hers. It felt as if we were truly one person. The next thing I noticed was how warm it was under our comforter. It was actually a bit too warm, but after 70 years of cold, I would take it!

I held on as long as I could, but the urge to relieve myself began to take a priority over staying in bed. I hadn't felt the need to pee in seven decades, but it wasn't a feeling you could forget. I carefully removed myself from the bed and walked into the attached bathroom to take care of my business.

I took some time to examine my "new" face in the mirror hanging over the sink and the flush of blood rushing through my veins was immediately evident. I had a slight rosy glow in my cheeks and thought 'Damn! I guess my teasing Bella about her blushing may have to be put on hold.'

Walking back into our bedroom, Rose picked her head up from the pillow and laughed. "Well, I think it safe to say that you're not as stealth as you were last week. It sounds like a whole herd of elephants in that bathroom."

I looked at her, attempting to give an apologetic look. "Sorry babe. I had to pee and couldn't wait anymore."

She nodded and moved to get out of the bed. "How did you sleep?" Then she paused, looking at me oddly. "That seems like the strangest, yet most natural question I've ever asked."

"It was great. I woke up holding you, listening to you breath, and feeling perfectly warm. It was like heaven."

"I know! I want to go back to bed and try it all over again."

"Well, how about I meet you back in bed in about 16 hours."

"It's a date!"

She grabbed some clothes to wear for the day and made her way to the bedroom, turning just before walking in the door. "By the way, I think Carlisle wants to draw some blood and run a few tests. Why don't you head downstairs while I shower and change?"

"Sounds good. Should be interesting, letting someone drain my blood instead of the opposite." I gave her my best smile and started out the door. I had to talk myself into being okay with this. I remember hating needles when I was human. What? Those things hurt. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, I heard Rose scream.

"EMMETT MCCARTY CULLEN!"

I ran back into the room and pushed open the bathroom door. "Rose, are you okay?" Oh no, she wasn't. She was fuming.

"Emmett. I am going to tell you this once and only once," she announced, hands on her hips, wearing a pinched expression on her face. "One. Watch where you pee. The goal is to get it in the bowl, not on the seat. And two. Put the damn seat down. I fell in."