A/N: Well this is a first for me. Another chapter in less than 24 hours. This is the lemony fluff I was talking about. I really feel like it should have been part of the last chapter but I had been worried about how my readers would respond. And I still feel slightly worried because I've hardly given anyone time to respond to my question. But the people who did respond gave me great encouragement so it is thanks to them that you are reading this.
Baynewen, brokentragedy2, and ktsgran I owe you guys. Your words are magic to me and I hope this chapter lives up to any expectations you might have.
If there is anyone reading this who does not want to read sexual content feel free to skip this chapter. I won't be offended. You won't be missing any major plot points. Just know that they are stretching their boundaries a bit as I feel is natural.
I tried as much as possible to keep this tasteful and in character. I hope I succeeded.
Bella lay against Edward nearly on top of him. During the night she had curled herself ever closer to him and for this he was thankful. It meant that some part of her was finally letting her walls down. Even if she wasn't ready to admit it or say it out loud her subconscious self was reaching out to him and he reveled in it. He didn't know if he could ever get back what he had but he was grateful for whatever he got, whatever she was willing to give.
And he'd meant it when he said he'd do anything she wanted. Anything. He'd change her if that's what she wanted. He'd make love to her if that's what she wanted. He was sure now that he could. Being away from her for so long and then seeing her again, and not just seeing her but seeing her nude had made him realize that the only hunger he had for her was that of a man. Gone was the bloodlust, gone was the torture of being near her and having to fight his nature. Seeing her in that clearing naked and angry had been like watching a wild thing. It was a glimpse into the woman he knew she could be.
Just then Bella stirred against him and he realized that in his dazed state of pondering the more carnal aspects of her that he had been rubbing his thigh slowly between her legs and that she was responding. He stilled himself feeling slightly ashamed but Bella continued to move against him. He could feel the heat emanating from the place he had longed to touch and decided to go with it. To give her this small pleasure, any amount of pleasure, would feel like atonement to him. He knew in the past he had made her feel unworthy and unwanted and he never wanted her to feel that way again.
Their movements were very tiny but he was sure she was sensitive to it as the fabric of her shorts was so thin. He placed a hand at the small of her back so as to press her more tightly against him in the hopes of increasing what she was feeling, what he knew was building in her. He was not immune to the sights and smells and sounds before him but he locked away his ratcheting desire in favor of pleasing the girl whom he loved so dearly.
As was to be expected she started to wake, the increase in her heartbeat giving her away, and she froze lifting her head slightly. Edward paused only for a moment and whispered to her.
"Don't stop darling, please don't stop." And he resumed his movements between her thighs while using his free hand to run over her hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
She thought for a moment, a deep part of her registering how out of character this was for him, but in her haze of sleep that ache that had never been filled won out. She rocked against him, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. This felt so completely different than her own fumbling explorations. It was that same electricity that they had always shared but it had concentrated itself in her womb and pulsed and flared like a sun about to go nova and she found herself moving even more forcefully against him as her breathing sped up.
"That's it my beautiful girl." Spoke Edward as he helped her along, guiding her with the hand at her back and his other hand wound in her hair. "Let it go Bella. Don't be afraid."
And that was all it took. She seized up against him, her body curling inward while her breathing stopped. Her eyes were locked shut but still she saw shades of red and black shooting behind her lids. Every part of her seemed to be alive in a way she had never felt before as though her nerve endings were released from bindings she never knew were there. The bliss she was feeling seemed to implode where Edward's leg rested and then it rolled out in waves washing the entirety of her being.
She let out the tiniest of sighs when she finally started breathing again and when she came down from her high the reality of what had just happened settled upon her and her face flushed the deepest shade of red. She buried it against his cool chest and refused to look at him.
Instinctively he knew that he shouldn't push her in this moment so he let her be. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and began to hum her lullaby. This time she didn't stop him.