Rating: M
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.
A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…
Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…
So... Where were we? Ah, yes... Young and in love...
Chapter 19 – I Don't Need To Lose You to Know
"Are you awake, Bella?" Edward whispers in my ear as he props himself on his elbow behind me.
I nod my head as he rubs his finger tips up and down my arm. It appears the Kraken is waking as well as I feel Edward's lower half press up against me.
Edward and I are no longer speaking tentatively about our relationship. Before the 'I love you's' were spoken, we would make plans no more than a week or so in advance and never speak on the future and what it might hold. Now our future is all we can talk about.
I am certain that I have never seen Edward smile as big as he did last night when I let him know that Rose, Tanya and I signed a lease for an apartment for this summer and through the school year. I'll admit the thought of spending the summer in Forks and so many hours away from Edward which was the initial plan, is terrifying. He as much said the same which made my heart swell so the apartment in the city is definitely the way to go.
I smile at the thought of more time with Edward, and at the fact that his finger that was so lovingly rubbing my arm is now inching my t-shirt up my waist.
"Did you sleep well?" He murmurs against my shoulder as he runs his hand over my stomach and circles my belly button with his fingers.
I nod again as I begin to gently grind my ass into his erection. I can feel him smile against me because he knows I am down for a trip to Poundtown. His hand trails up my stomach and seizes my breast, pinching and pulling at my nipple, causing me to gasp.
"You want some Sunday mornin' lovin'?" He asks as he places his tip against my opening and circling it tightly.
"Mmm" I reply with a smile as he slowly enters me. "But it's only Saturday."
Sunday mornin' lovin' is my new favorite pastime with Edward. Upon our return from Vancouver a few weeks ago, we started this new morning tradition. It's slow and sensual, never rushed. My back to his front with each of us on our sides. Leisurely touching and grazing and groping. Unhurried connection. And the new mirror on the back of his door makes it infinitely hotter as we can see it all.
My man is on fire today with the long, lingering strokes and the rough deliberate grinds. I love that. I love that he can read what I need in that moment. He knows when I need it shallow and fast and hard, and he can sense when I need the drawn out deep dicking. He is twitching inside of me. I love how he does that too. Always a strong finisher, I love how he stays inside me until he falls out. Like there is no where he'd rather be than with me, in me.
Today's Sunday mornin' lovin' session is so good, I turn and kiss him full on the mouth, morning breath and all. This is a slight breach of etiquette on my part as I am typically not a morning kisser until after my chompers and tongue are given a good once over by some minty fresh cavity protection paste.
My intention is to kiss him quickly, but he wants to linger. He's enjoying himself. The smile in his kiss says so. Breaking the kiss and extracting myself from his embrace, I run into the bathroom to answer Mother Nature's call.
"You must really love me." He says through the bathroom door.
"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I ask like a smart ass as I struggle to replace the toilet paper on the holder correctly. I swear, the man is going to save lives one day as a surgeon, yet he refuses to adhere to the more than reasonable concept that toilet paper is meant to be pulled down, not up.
"Well," He starts off, cocky and smug. "I get a full on tongue kiss with morning breath today and you farted in front of me last night. Must be love, baby doll!"
No! I gasp internally. Flatulence is a hard limit for me. I do not pass gas in front of anyone if I can help it, and I make it a point to help it. I wash my hands and crack open the door to peek at him to see if he is kidding. That smug mother fucker is still in bed with his arms behind his head and a victorious smile on his face. I open the door a smidge more to refute his claim.
"I did not fart in front of you; I would remember something like that."
He nods, arrogant smirk still in place as he responds. "I agree. You would if you were conscious at the time."
"OH MY GOD," I whine loudly as I slam the door closed.
I hear the springs of the bed and his footsteps as he comes to stand outside of the door.
"Aw, babe. I swear it was cute. It even smelled like sunshine and baby baths." He lies easily.
"EDWARD!" I half yell half whine.
"Fine, it smelled like a Chalupa Supreme." He concedes, only to humiliate me further by adding, "I told you it's never a good idea to make a run for the border at 1 AM."
Fucking mortifying.
"Come on, Bella. What's the big deal? My dad says that's how you know you love someone, if you are comfortable enough to pass gas in front of them."
Rolling my eyes, I hop up off the ground and open the door.
"Edward. Flatulence is a hop, skip and a jump away from taking an open door shit in front of you. Is that what you want, Edward? Do you want me to take an open door shit in front of you?" I challenge with my hands on my hips.
He looks like he wants to vomit as he shakes his head profusely. "Ugh, no. We discussed this; open door shitting is a hard limit for both of us."
"Exactly. So if I ever do that again consciously or unconsciously, I don't want you to acknowledge it, agreed?"
He nods with his smile, pulling me against his chest.
I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow into his chest. "But yes. I do really, really love you Edward." I admit quietly.
His answering kiss to the top of my head lets me know he heard me loud and clear.
~~IYR~~
As I open the door to my room, I notice Rose lounging across Tanya's bed, reading a copy of Cosmo. Tanya is at her desk, scrawling some notes into her mock cock binder.
Rose and I acknowledge each other with a smile and a chin nod, while Tanya gives me an absentminded "Hey doll!"
I go to grab my clothes out of our closet as I am on my way over to the hospital to see Senior. He is currently suffering from some type of infection and was admitted to the hospital last week. Ever the positive person, Karen assures me that the doctors are working hard to contain it.
Rose's phone rings, jarring each of us from our thoughts. She takes one look at the screen and gives a dramatic eye roll before hitting the ignore button.
"Royce again?" Tanya asks, as she begins scribbling in her binder once again.
"Ugh, yes…" Rose huffs in annoyance. "He clearly can't take a hint. I don't know how else to say 'beat it geek' other than ignoring his texts and phone calls for 9 days straight. I mean, really. Have some self-respect."
Tanya nods with her all knowing side smirk. I look down as I feel slightly guilty for being a bad friend. In the weeks since returning from Spring Break, Edward and I have sort of been in our own little world. Maybe Edward's harsh warning made her see the error of her ways. Or maybe Emmett finally told his fan club to hit the bricks. Rose must sense that I am sliding down the shame spiral for not knowing why she isn't all buddy-buddy with the douche any longer.
"Wondering what's going on, B?" She asks as she eyes me, chuckling.
I shrug, smiling sheepishly.
"Well," She launches into her story animatedly flipping her hair over her shoulder. "T and I were at the gym and we ran into Siobhan, you know, the chick Tanya went les-be-friends with for a month or so?"
I nod again, remembering Tanya's lady-friend who is an absolute doll. This gets Tanya's attention as she turns from her faux phalluses folder to join the conversation.
"I'll have you know that we have that time I spent with Siobhan to thank for inspiring my sex toy line. I mean, I am doing it for pussies everywhere – but especially for the lesbians. Let's be real, dolls. There ain't nothin' like the real thing baby, but when that isn't an option, that's where I will come in." Tanya says with her hand over her heart like she is making a passionate promise to unhappy vaginas everywhere.
Rose rolls her eyes and continues. "She and T were playing catch-up or whatever and Triple H, I mean, Irina walks by and waves all awkwardly at us. Naturally, I give her the stink eye and she hauls ass to the shower. Here I am thinking that she must know that I am onto her, right? But no, apparently she is Siobhan's ex-girlfriend!"
Rose's eyes grow big and she rolls her neck when she says "ex-girlfriend" like she is saying 'BOOM that just happened'. My eyes widen and my mouth pops open slightly as I try to process this new bit of intel.
"So, is she a full-time lesbian, or a seasonal one like Tanya?" I ask as I grin evilly at Tanya to which she laughs and shakes her head.
"Full-time. And in a relationship with Orangut – I mean, Chelsea." Rose answers, correcting herself as apparently using the nicknames is no longer appropriate.
"Emmett knew, huh? Why didn't he just tell you?" I ask, genuinely both puzzled and amazed at Em's secret keeping skills.
"It's not public knowledge, Chelsea isn't out per say." She explains letting me know with her eyes that this doesn't leave the friendly confines of this room.
I put up my pinky, kiss it and cross my heart. Our third grade pinky-promise apparently still holds up in friendship court as a legally binding non-verbal agreement as indicated by Rose's answering nod. I finish dressing and give myself a quick once-over before I head out the door.
"I am off to see Karen and Senior. You guys doing anything tonight?" I ask, realizing just how much I miss my friends.
"Em and I are having dinner with his parents." Rose replies with a shrug.
"Ty and I will probably be around." Tanya answers indifferently. "If anything we will just go over to Felix's house and play cards or something."
"Sounds good – I will check in later. Bye dolls!" I say, shutting the door behind me.
~~IYR~~
The kindly old hospital volunteer advises me that Senior is in Room 1212 and hands me a visitor's pass. As I pass the gift shop, I consider picking him up some cookies or chocolate, but I think better of it. I don't want Jessica to think I am trying to step on her toes.
I knock gently as the door is only cracked open a little.
"Come in." Karen calls out as I push the door a smidge.
"It's just me." I say as I stick my head out, making sure now is a good time.
She waves me in excitedly, bringing me in for a hug. I notice Senior in my periphery, his appearance is shocking. His face is pale and gaunt and his body is rail thin. Pain and weakness are evident in his every movement. I don't know if it is the disease or the infection that is wreaking havoc on his body, but whatever it is, it appears to be winning.
Karen releases me and I finally get a look at her. Her smile is genuine, but her eyes are worried. She looks tired and worn down. She is fighting like hell to appear strong and positive for Senior and Mike, but I can see the fear there as well.
"So good to see you, sweet girl." She says rubbing my upper arms.
"You too!" I say warmly as I go to greet Senior, though I am very afraid to touch him because I don't want to hurt him.
"You need to get better big man; my dad says the steelheads are biting." I say to Senior, opting to just gently rub his hand.
He tries to smile lightly, but otherwise makes no move to respond. An orderly knocks twice and walks in with a wheelchair and pulls up to the bed.
"I'm afraid you caught us at a bad time," Karen begins, "We are on our way down to do a quick test. Are you in a hurry, or can you hang out for a bit?"
"I am completely open today, I'd be happy to wait to catch-up with you guys." I reply smiling, trying to convey the same level of positivity as Karen.
"Wonderful, there are some books and magazines if you want and the cafeteria is on the first floor if you want to grab a coffee or something to eat." She says as she watches the gentleman help Senior into the chair and pushes him away.
I sit and peruse the magazines for all of ten minutes before I get my fill of baby-bumps, break-ups and all of the other ridiculousness Hollywood has to offer. I step into the bathroom to relieve myself and as I wash my hands, I take a good look at my reflection. Naturally, because I am a girl, I get up close to the mirror and inspect my pores, weighing the pros and cons of my new mineral based powder.
I hear the door open and close abruptly.
"Jess, I've got a really bad feeling. I think my mom isn't telling me something." Mike says.
It sounds as though he is pacing and then I hear Jess's footsteps and the curtain sliding.
"Mike, calm down, there is no use borrowing trouble." She says matter of factly before instructing, "Sit down."
I can hear him plop down on the chair. I am just about to make my presence known when I hear his belt buckle being undone and the sound of his zipper. I am frozen to where I stand with my hand covering my mouth, surely this is not happening.
"Jess, they will be back up here soon. You don't have to do that." He protests unconvincingly.
"Michael." She says in a scary ass stern voice. "Just shut up and enjoy it."
"Oh God, Jess!" Mike bellows as he relents.
I feel like Jenny from Forrest Gump on her knees in the field pleading 'Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far. Far, far away.' This shit is not happening.
I will give her this; the girl has the skills to pay the bills. I can hear the slurping over his quiet moans and random 'yes' ' or 'oh God's'. As a matter of fact, Mike's climax arrives fairly quickly with his typical strangled moan and labored breathing. I can hear him zipping his fly and buckling his belt as I silently begin to pray that good ol' Jess is a swallower and not going to need the facilities to spit.
After about five minutes of afterglow, and a conversation about 'how much he loves when she does that' I can safely say that Jessica Stanley swallows.
My hand is still covering my mouth trying my hardest not to giggle aloud at all of the thoughts of Mike being totally dominated by this chick. Like ball gags and gimp suits and him screaming 'Thank you Mistress can I have another?'
I hear the door open once again and the curtain slide.
"There you two are." Karen says as she approaches them. "Where's Bella?"
"Bella's here?" Mike asks sounding somewhat surprised, though I am sure that is more for Jessica's benefit.
Ugh, here we go. "Here I am." I say brightly as I open the bathroom door. "Sorry, I was washing my hands when they walked in a minute ago."
I give an awkward wave to Mike and Jess who look to be a nice mixture of horrified and shocked.
Thankfully, the door opens as a nurse wheels Senior into the room, though I am surprised to see Dr. Aro following behind them with his eyes skimming what appears to be Senior's chart. The moment he looks up from the chart, I know things are not good. I look at Karen and see that she too is steeling herself for this discussion.
Dr. Aro clears his throat. "I am going to need to examine Michael, can we have non-family members exit the room, please?"
I nod and look to Jessica, "Wanna grab some coffee?"
She gives a tight smile and follows me out of the room, shutting the door behind her. The elevator ride is quiet as is the walk to the cafeteria. We each grab our beverage of choice before reconvening at a table near the cafeteria entrance.
"So…" She starts blowing out a breath before finishing with, "That was… embarrassing."
I laugh internally because all I can think of is dick-breath as she exhales loudly. I am not sure why, but I want to put her at ease. I think about the way Heidi's off-handed comments made me feel, and I don't have the inclination to do that to her. More than likely because I don't want my ex back.
"Please. My boyfriend's mom walked in on us. That is mortifying." I say, hoping that my own humiliation will help break the tension.
Her eyes widen and before she can stop herself she blurts, "She walked in on you guys getting busy?"
I take a sip of my hot chocolate, playing it off like it was no big deal. "Not exactly, I was kind of… sitting on his face."
She starts laughing hysterically. I giggle with her, but mostly at her because her laugh is actually a full on cackle. It sounds funny, but still scary as shit.
We do the whole getting to know you thing. I find out that she is a junior and is getting her teaching degree. She grew up in Tacoma and initially went to school there, however after a messy break-up she came to Seattle. I feel a smidge guilty when I try to guess what she did with the body from her messy break-up. I tell her all about me and note her interest when I speak of Edward. I don't blame her a bit though; I know my man is fine. Our conversation turns to Senior. Her mood dims and she grips her coffee cup a little tighter.
"I don't think he has much time left, Bella" She admits quietly.
I furrow my brow slightly and can instantly feel a small lump in my throat. "What is the doctor saying?"
"According to Karen they are 'trying to contain it'," She says, using finger quotes. "But I think she is trying to shield Mike."
I nod in understanding, still unable to speak.
"I mean, he is obviously in so much pain." She says staring out into space. "I just think she needs to tell Mike so he isn't completely blindsided, you know?"
I take a sip of my hot chocolate as I am unsure of what to say. For some reason, Karen's words come back to me.
"You are really, really good for him." I say without thinking. "Karen said that and I think she's absolutely right."
My words must catch her off-guard because she looks surprised before she smiles gratefully.
"So it's not weird, right? Like, being friends with him, him being with me, you being with Edward." She asks, trying to feel me out or something.
"No," I reply looking at her like she is nuts. "Absolutely no weirdness at all."
"Good." She says watching her hands as they fidget with her coffee cup.
Apparently my answer wasn't reassuring enough for her, so I decide to put her at ease once more.
"You guys are like, perfect together!" I say, hoping that my tone makes this statement seem as though it is an obvious fact.
"I know, right!" She quickly agrees with a new spring in her step, a flip of her hair and a huge smile on her face.
Damn I'm good.
We head back up to the room and find the door open. Karen is placing the magazines and things from around the room into a bag crying silent tears. Mike is in a chair in the corner with his head and face in his hands. I nudge Jess forward and motion my head to the waiting room, letting her know that I will be out here if they need me. Not five minutes later, a crying Jessica comes into the waiting room and slumps into the chair next to me.
"They are moving him to hospice." She says quietly before she begins sobbing into her hands.
My face flushes as I can feel hot tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I awkwardly rub her back. I swallow thickly, trying my hardest not to sob myself as I think about what this means and what needs to be done.
I can't be sure if it is the best of Charlie in me, or the worst of Renee, but I am one of those freakish people who can detach from a sad situation and do what needs to be done. Well, almost any situation, I didn't exactly handle my break-up well, but since this isn't happening to me, it is a lot easier to do.
My heart aches for Mike and Karen. I cannot even allow myself to think about it, so I formulate a plan.
Once Jessica's sobs die down, she looks at me somewhat expectantly as if she is saying 'what do I do now'. I clear my throat and pray that my voice doesn't betray my strong exterior with the sadness I feel.
"Jess, there are a lot of things that Karen will need to handle, but we can take care of these things for her."
She nods and motions for me to continue.
"We need to contact the family and let them know. Their time with him is limited; she doesn't have a second to spare." I say ticking off a finger as if going through a list.
"We need to go to the store and pick up anything she needs so she doesn't have to leave his side. We also need to stop by Mike's room and get some clothes and toiletries for him to have on hand if he opts to stay at the hospital as well. We should also get the number to his professors and the Dean's office so he can get a leave for the rest of the semester. We need to do whatever we can to make this process easier on them."
"O-okay." She stutters, rising from her seat. I can see that she is back on track now that a plan is in place; determination colors her face as she heads back into the hospital room to let them know.
~~IYR~~
Jessica and I make trip to Target before we stop by Mike's dorm. Apparently Jess knows exactly where the needed information is in the room as she recently reorganized it. She also proudly informs me that she got them to repair the water damage to his ceiling. I have to look away for fear that I will smirk just thinking about the ceiling tiles I counted while on my back three times a week on his bed. I opt to stay in the car since I have little desire to revisit his room. My old stomping grounds so to speak. She seems more than okay with that as well.
As we drive back to the hospital, I program the necessary family numbers that I have from my phone into hers. I give her the lowdown on the family. Evidently she and Mike hadn't made the trek to Forks yet, but were planning to do so after finals.
We hit up a drive thru to get food for Karen and Mike. I almost snort when Jessica asks if I want to go to Taco Bell, but that would be incredibly inappropriate at a time like this. By the time we get back to the hospital it is just past nine o'clock.
Jessica enters the room first immediately taking charge of the situation. She prepares the food and insists that they eat while explaining that she is going to contact the family and the acting store manager at Newton's Sporting Goods to let them know what is going on. Handing the clothes and toiletries to Mike and Karen, she asks if there is anyone else she can contact for her to which Karen shakes her head no.
My heart aches for Mike as he stares at his food unable to digest it or the events of the day. But it absolutely breaks when I look at Karen. Her world is crashing down all around her. I can't help but think about how her lifetime of happiness is now reduced from years to days, hours, minutes and seconds. Right now I can see her mind trying to wrap itself around what this means and how different her future looks without him by her side.
I internally berate myself for thinking about how I would feel if I were in her shoes. To know that my time with Edward could be cut short or my happily ever after stolen from me, it makes my chest hurt. The thought of losing him in any capacity physically causes me pain.
Jess seems to have the situation under control so I decide to head out for the evening. I hug Karen tightly and tell her to call me if she needs anything. I turn and give Mike a wave. He mouths 'thank you' to me as he waves goodbye. I meet Jess at the door and we walk together to a small office where she intends to make the calls to the family.
"Let me call Edward real quick so he can come pick me up." I say grabbing for the receiver of the land line since I get zero reception at the hospital. He picks up after two rings. I can hear the worry in his voice since I should have been home hours ago.
"Hey, it's me. Um." I start as my voice cracks a bit. "Can you come get me?"
He tells me he will be right over. I can tell he wants to ask what's going on, but he must be able to sense that I am hanging by a thread emotionally, so he thinks better of it. I hang up and turn to Jessica who is writing a list of the people she needs to speak to and noting some of the things I told her.
"I hope you don't mind, but I put my number in your phone if you need help with anything." I tell her, looking down at my hands.
"Bella." She says before clearing her throat. "Thank you. You've been… You're really great."
I give her a small smile and push out my hands as if to say 'don't mention it'.
She sucks in her lips and nods effectively ending our pseudo moment for which I am grateful as I am the most awkward person in the warm and fuzzy department.
I head down to the hospital lobby to wait for Edward. It's drizzling which is pretty typical for spring in Seattle, well any time of year in Seattle really. I see him walking up to the main entrance. His hood is up and he is looking down at his feet. It looks like he is carrying an extra hoodie. Dear God, I love this man. I rush through the automatic door and practically tackle him to the ground as I wrap my arms around his middle.
"Hey." He says, hugging me tightly to his chest and kissing the top of my head. "You alright, baby?"
I press my face against his chest and shake my head 'no' as I can feel the silent sobs starting to build in my chest.
"Bad prognosis?" He asks quietly with his lips against my hair.
"Yeah." I whisper, not trusting my voice not to break.
He is silent for a moment before he too whispers the word that I can't even utter. "Hospice?"
The dam breaks and I openly blubber and weep against him as he rubs my back reassuringly. We stay this way for several minutes and I can feel the rain saturating my clothes.
He puts the hoodie over my head and kisses my nose. "You've got a stage 2 case of milady hair going there." He jokes with a crooked smirk trying to lighten the mood as we begin the trek to his car.
Hand in hand, we quietly make our way to the parking garage. The long walk feels nice, calming in a way. Also it's probably a good thing since I've eaten my weight in fast food and booze the past couple of days.
The elevator doors ding as they open and Edward ushers me in with his hand on my lower back. He makes the floor selection and proceeds to pull me to him tightly. His large hands cup my cheeks, while his thumbs wipe the remaining wetness from under my eyes. I can't quite gauge his expression. His stare is intense, his eyes boring into mine, but his jaw is tight.
He bends down and places a cautious chaste kiss on my lips. Again, and then again once more before I part my lips slightly. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and teases my tongue and teeth with his. The kiss goes from hesitant to heated in a matter of seconds as he weaves his long fingers into my hair and nudges me until my back is firmly against the elevator wall. I swear we are practically panting into each other's mouths, the need to consume each other so great that we can't seem to be bothered with something as trivial as breathing.
I vaguely hear the elevator door open, though I am not sure if Edward intends on exiting as his lips have made his way down my throat. The door begins to slide closed and he suddenly sticks his hand out and leads me out to the top floor of the parking garage. There are only a few cars parked out here beneath the dimly lit lamps and rainy night sky. Staring straight ahead we walk arm and arm to the car at a snail's pace. His expression is serious and focused and making it nearly impossible for me to read his mood.
"Penny for your thoughts." I say, looking up at him.
"I'm trying to imagine it." He starts, licking his lips and rubbing his hand over his jaw. "What must be going through his head right now, knowing his time is limited here on earth. And with the ones that he loves."
Nodding in understanding, I remain silent in hopes that he will continue.
"There is probably so much left that he wanted to do or say. I don't know - it just kind of puts things in perspective you know." He replies shrugging.
"Yeah. I just can't…" I start but I shake it off as I can feel the lump in my throat and my eyes stinging with tears again. "I just don't want to consider that I could be in that same position someday."
He opens the car door for me. I climb in quickly as he shuts it behind me. I pull my knees to my chest and lean my head back in the seat.
"Tired baby?" He asks as he starts the car and assumes our driving position of holding my hand in his.
I shrug. I don't think I am tired per say, maybe just emotionally exhausted.
"Let's get outta here." He says as we pull out of the spot.
The drive is quiet as I stare out the window watching the city go by. Every now and again he puts my hand to his lips, but still neither one of us speaks. About ten minutes into the drive I notice that we aren't heading back to campus, and I have no clue where he is taking me.
"Where are we headed?" I ask as I try to figure out where we are.
"Jake and Ty are entertaining tonight, I just kind of wanted you to myself, you know." He replies eyeing me out of his periphery.
We pull into Lincoln Park and drive until we hit the beach area overlooking Puget Sound. I've always wanted to see this place. Granted seeing it in the daylight is preferable, but I will take it any way I can get it so long as I am with Edward.
He quickly parks, pops the trunk and exits the car. I hop out as well taking in the salty sea air. It's fairly cool and slightly windy, but this feels like the perfect place to clear your head. Edward is holding a blanket under one arm and takes my hand in his as he leads me down to the beach. The rocky beaches are beautiful, albeit a little slippery. We find a picnic table under a shelter and he hops on top with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. I slip in between his legs and he wraps the blanket around us both. Resting his chin on my shoulder we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the sounds of the waves lapping at the rocks.
"You're it for me, Bella." He blurts suddenly, almost like he couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth.
I crane my neck to stare at him slightly taken aback by his words.
"I mean it. I want it all with you." He says, completely serious, his voice growing more confident and sure by the second. "Marriage, kids… the whole kit and caboodle."
My expression must be one of total disbelief because he feels the need to clarify.
"I know that it's really soon to be saying things like that. I mean, we've been together what four months or so. But I know it. I swear it; I think I knew it even before we were together." He says sincerely before looking back out into the distance and shaking his head slightly. "I will never forget the moment I knew you were the one. It was like a God damn lightning strike."
"When was that?" I ask out of genuine curiosity since I always thought our moment in the quad was the beginning of his interest in me.
He looks at me a little warily before smiling brightly and shaking his head. "Let's get you home, baby doll. You're freezing out here."
It's true, as beautiful as the beaches are; the rain and wind were not ideal conditions to sit in for any extended period of time. Leading me back to the car with his arm around me, I realize I never told him that I feel the same. As he goes to open my door for me I place my hands in the pocket of his hoodie and pull him to me with my eyes on his.
"I want it all too." I say with certainty. "I want it all with you."
His answering smile dazzles me, as does the gentle kiss he places on my forehead. He goes to open the passenger side door again, but I have other ideas as I pull him back a few steps
The panty dropping smirk he gives me lets me know that he is game as we slip into the backseat of the car. His hands are on me in seconds as we start taking off our clothes. Our kissing is frantic and sloppy. His warm lips burn my icy skin as he licks his way down to my cleavage and pulls my bra cup down, far too impatient to wait for me to remove it as I am working diligently to get my pants and underwear off.
Edward sits back so we can both remove the rest of our damp clothing. We are naked in no time and he resumes his meal with his favorite party of two. While he pays homage to the lady lumps, I scratch my fingernails down his stomach and over his pelvis before fingering the length of his shaft. He groans deeply as I lick my hand and start working it over his dick. My hands must still be cold because Edward shivers slightly.
Not one to be outdone, Edward takes two fingers and puts them against my mouth before I part my lips to suck and tongue them loudly. He removes them quickly only to shove them inside me once more firmly between my other lips. His mouth is on mine again kissing and claiming and consuming every single ounce of me.
His skilled fingers continue to deftly work my pussy over. His lips form a beautiful 'O' shape as he slides them in and out of me, before adding a third. I can't be sure, but I think I feel his pinky hanging out in no man's land. Not necessarily touching the restricted area, just casing the joint so to speak.
He slides me down until I am on my back. I spread my legs as wide as they will go, propping one foot on the rear window and one on the neck rest of the passenger seat. I place my hands above my head and brace myself against the foggy window.
Edward kneels on the floorboard and positions himself. I am barely able to control the sharp intake of breath I have in reaction to him roughly rubbing his thumb against my clit as I was clearly not expecting that. He likes this. He loves what he does to me. And with that, he shoves his cock inside of me as deep and as hard as he can go.
I get so lost in everything around me. The look of pure determination on his face as he pounds so forcefully into me. The way the car rocks with each powerful thrust. The mixture of the cold and the humidity and the condensation surrounding us.
He is almost there. I can tell because he repositions himself so he can make sure to hit that spot. His spot. The one that makes me scream his name. He pulls me down further so my ass is completely off the seat and my pussy is at his mercy. He gathers my two hands in his large one as he braces all of them against the window again.
His jaw tighter now be begins plowing into me with powerful thrusts at a frenzied pace. I close my eyes as I feel the white hot burning of my climax as it courses through my body. Every single muscle in my body tenses and trembles as I receive him. The hold my teeth have on my lip is beyond painful, but I have to admit that it hurts so fucking good. With one last rough thrust and a deep grunt, Edward explodes inside of me before collapsing and covering my entire body with his.
Short of breath and our chests heaving, Edward and I stare at each other for awhile. Our bodies are sated and satisfied and our hearts and heads are completely in sync. We lie in the backseat for a couple more hours. Laughing and talking, making plans and forming the foundations of our foreseeable future, as well as our forever.
A/N: So a smidge sad, but it certainly puts things into perspective for our favorite couple... Smitten, smitten, smitten - just how we like them... Hmmm... How about an EPOV next chapter - yes? *nods* Good - because it's time to head to Forks to meet Charles in Charge...
So tonight, I wanted to do something a bit different... Thus far, my experience as a first time fic author has been awesome! I've received amazing support and encouragement all around - so I wanted to pay it forward to a few other first time fic authors. So I give you my Like A Virgin Fic Rec list - all authors are popping their fic writing cherry - please check them out and show them some love:
Barefoot in Texas by planetblue - just completed and absolutely fantastic
One Lonely Night by kitchmill - deliciously sweet E/B combination - lemons aplenty
Second Chances by theinfinitexsadness - has it all - love, loss, and our favorite 'L' of all - lemons
Tequila Sunrise by 2old4fanfic - laugh out loud funny and holy lemons (PS - I call dibs on this Emmett, js)
Thanks as always to all who have read, reviewed, followed, fav'd, rec'd and lurked this fic! See you next week!