Outtake 1: Getting Back to Normal
Bella's POV

I'd been living with with Edward for two weeks, and he'd been extra patient with me. The first four or five days after learning of Laurent's arrest and James's role in the whole thing, I'd been a mess. I hadn't been afraid to have Edward touch me, but I hadn't felt like making love, either. I'd felt dirty, used...and just completely nonsexual. How did I feel now, after the dust had settled and things had started making sense again, after my fears had been alleviated?

I wanted him.

I wanted to feel his hands on me, feel his body on—in—mine, to know he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He was treating me like spun glass, with kid gloves, and I wanted...

~*~CIBD~*~

"More," I complained, peering over the rim of my coffee cup at Alice and Rose. "I miss the connection we have when we make love."

I sighed, staring down at Rose's table. I'd called them the night before and asked if we could meet for coffee at Rose's place while the guys played basketball at the gym.

"As much as thinking about my brother that way disgusts me," Alice said with a grimace, "I get what you're saying."

Rose nodded. "He doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable," she added. "He doesn't think you're ready for that step, after what happened on Thanksgiving." When I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, she shrugged. "He mentioned it the other day to Emmett, who asked me last night how you were doing. He was worried."

"Jasper, too," Alice agreed.

I smiled at that. I'd come to think of Emmett and Jasper both as my big brothers, and knowing they worried about me made me feel warm inside.

"I'm okay," I finally answered. "Yeah, I was creeped out for a few days, but really, after taking some time, I realized I was stronger than that. Edward makes me feel loved and cherished, and with him, I don't feel dirty. I'm ready to show him that. I just don't know how."

Alice and Rose looked at me, at each other, and then back at me with big grins on their faces.

"What?" I asked, laughing at their identical expressions of glee.

With one voice, they both cried, "Shopping!"

~*~CIBD~*~

We'd spent the morning out, and I'd not only replaced all the clothes I'd lost from Laurent's attack—even after Alice's Black Friday shopping spree, I'd needed more—but I'd nearly bought out the local lingerie departments. We'd also been pampered at the spa; we'd gone all out with waxing, massages, facials, manicures, and pedicures. Now, I was back at home, ready for Edward to get home from hanging out with the guys. He'd called a few minutes before and said he was dropping off Emmett and Jasper and then he'd be home. I made sure everything was set and then settled down to wait.

When I heard his key in the door, I put my book aside and stood. Edward walked in, looking down, and once he'd closed the door, I cleared my throat. He looked up, and when he saw me, his gym bag dropped to the floor. I saw the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed hard. His tongue darted out to trace his lips, and his hand immediately went to his hair, raking his fingers through it, making it even more disheveled than it already was.

"Bella," he breathed. He was as still as a statue until I crooked my finger to him, motioning that he should join me near the couch.

As he approached, his eyes moved from my face, down my body, pausing at my breasts, which were barely contained by the few buttons I'd bothered to close on his crisp white dress shirt. He paused again at my hips, where the shirt split, revealing the new pair of sheer black panties I was wearing. Finally, he continued down my legs until he reached my bare feet, with their newly painted pink toenails.

When he looked back up at my face, his eyes were hooded, and if I didn't know better, I'd say they were nearly black with lust.

I leaned up and brushed back the hair that had fallen across his forehead before pressing my lips to his. It was a light, teasing kiss, full of promise and every bit of love I could pour into it.

"Take your clothes off and sit," I murmured against his lips before giving him one more kiss and then moving across the room.

I heard rustling in the background as he hurriedly undressed and then a soft thump when he fell back onto the cushions of the couch. I smirked to myself at his impatience and continued to the stereo in the corner. Once I'd turned on the CD I'd put in earlier, I waited until the music began playing softly before turning back.

Edward was reclined on the sofa, one arm stretched wide across the back. His other hand was already wrapped around his erection, which, even from my position on the other side of the room, was impressive. He apparently noticed where my eyes had landed, because he gave his cock a squeeze, swiping the head with a long, tapered finger, catching the pearl of pre-cum already beading at the tip.

Unconsciously, I moaned, feeling my body flush with heat from my arousal.

Focus, Bella! I mentally berated myself. There would be plenty of time to admire him after I'd finished my plans.

Staying far enough away from him that he couldn't touch me, I said, "I want you to know how much it has meant the last two weeks, having your love and support."

Starting from the bottom, I slowly undid the first two buttons.

"I've been missing you," I continued, gently swaying my hips to the music.

I trailed my hands up my sides, dragging the bottom of the shirt up to my waist, and let it fall back to my hips as my hands moved to my hair. I kept moving to the soft, jazzy piano and trumpet music in the background, my eyes glued to Edward as he stroked his cock.

I turned around, peeking over my shoulder at Edward as I quickly undid the remaining buttons and dropped the shirt to the floor.

His eyes widened as I turned around to face him, wearing nothing but the little black thong. It had a lacy ruffled peek a boo overlay around the top, and barely there mesh front covering my pussy.

"Back up," he murmured in a husky voice.

I looked over my shoulder and had to hold in my giggle as I realized what was behind me. Taking two steps back, my bottom came to a stop against the keys of his upright piano, which was all he had room for up here in his apartment. Leaning back, I rested my hands on the keys, making a discordant sound. I could feel the edges of the thong hugging my lips, the fabric slipping between my folds as I moved, showing everything.

My gaze dropped once again to his cock as he began fisting it harder.

"Fuck," he breathed. "That's so hot."

"You like?" I asked, moving one hand down to trace the edge of the panties.

He was quiet for a moment and then nodded before saying, "Come here, Isabella."

A shiver moved through me at the use of my full name, something Edward only did when he was turned on nearly beyond words. I walked silently over to him, stopping between his legs when his hands came up to rest on my hips.

"So beautiful," he murmured before leaning forward and placing a kiss between my belly button and the top of the panties. He ran a finger lightly over the fabric covering me. "But these need to go."

He hooked two fingers into the sides of my thong and gently slid it down over the curve of my bottom and down my legs. Keeping myself steady with my hands on his arms, I stepped out of them and gasped when he drew them to his nose, taking a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of my arousal, which I knew, from the wetness coating my inner thighs, had soaked the thin fabric.

Dropping my panties to the floor, he leaned forward again, resting his forehead against my stomach, taking deep, quiet breaths.

"Are you ready to experiment, love?" he asked quietly, his voice deep and still husky with desire.

Was I? Looking at the almost hungry expression on his face, I decided I would do anything he asked of me.

Swallowing hard, I answered, "What'd you have in mind?" My voice was shaky, but thick with my own need.

The smile he gave me could have lit up the entire city of Port Angeles, and the heat in his eyes warmed my whole body. With his hands on my hips, he gently turned me to face away from him, placing kisses on my lower back, in the twin dimples right above my cheeks. The feel of his five o'clock shadow on my tender skin sent shivers through my body, and just the thought of what he intended made my nipples harden in anticipation.

"Take a step back and straddle my thighs. One knee on either side of me on the cushions," he instructed softly, sliding his hands down to my thighs and back to my hips in a gentle, hypnotic pattern.

My heart caught in my throat as I eased first one leg, and then the other, over his lean thighs. When I was comfortably in place, he spread his knees just slightly, the pressure moving my thighs apart. With one hand, he held me steady, and he used his other to aim his cock as I lowered myself over him.

We both groaned as he slid into me fully until I was resting on my calves.

"Okay?" he grunted, sounding almost in pain.

I leaned back against his chest, turning my head to kiss his jaw. "It's good," I said against his skin. "Okay for you?"

"Fuck," he hissed, thrusting up slightly and moving inside me another perfect inch. "It's so much better than good."

Edward slid one hand from my hip to my breast, cupping me, as we began to move together. Turning his head farther, he captured my lips with his, kissing me hungrily.

The way he had me positioned opened me to him, and he slid his other hand from my hip to the place we were joined. His finger circled my engorged clit as his other hand began plucking at my nipple.

When he swiped the pad of his long finger across my clit, I broke away from his kiss and let out a keening cry, trembling above him.

"Come for me, love," he murmured into my ear before taking my earlobe into his mouth and biting gently.

One small pinch to my clit, and I stiffened, crying his name as I flew over the edge of my orgasm.

Without giving me time to come down from the high I was riding, Edward moved his hands to my hips and lifted me off him. Before I could protest, his hand was in my hair and I was pressed up against him as he gave me a bruising, passionate kiss.

Finally, we broke apart to breathe.

"Brace yourself," he said, turning me to face the couch as he moved behind me.

As soon as my hands were down on the cushions where we'd just been sitting, I felt him at my entrance. When he slid into me, I jolted forward, my hair falling around my face. I bit my lower lip, curling my fingers into fists before fanning them back out and gripping the fabric of the cushions.

He felt so full, so thick and deep inside me, far more than when I was straddling him. Each heavy penetration felt like he was stroking more than my core. He was stroking deep into my very soul.

After several long minutes of the same slow, steady pace, I wanted more. Steadying myself, I clenched my inner muscles, keeping him from easily withdrawing.

He hissed and removed his hand from my hip, swiftly bringing it down in a stinging smack on my ass.

"Ow!" I cried. It hadn't really hurt so much as surprised me.

"You want more?" Edward growled softly.

When I whimpered, he moved his hand back to my hip and pulled nearly all the way out. I was about to protest, but then he slammed all the way back in.

"Yes, fuck!" I hissed.

He continued to pound into me, gripping my hips firmly. I was quickly moving toward another orgasm, and when his hand again left my hip and slid to my front, I began trembling. I was so close...

"You want it?" he asked, so low that I was surprised I heard him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out but a squeak.

"Tell me," he growled again, his hand pressed lightly on my thigh.

"Y-Yes, please!" I was begging, and I knew it, but I wasn't ashamed.

"Come for me again, Isabella," he ordered as his fingers finally slid the last few inches and flicked my clit, brushing over and over until I cried out his name as I came.

Edward gave one last thrust, and I could almost feel him swell even bigger inside me as he found his release.

We stood there for long minutes, until my trembling arms were unable to hold me up anymore. He finally slid out of me and, in one smooth move, picked me up in his arms.

Holding me to him, he pressed his forehead to mine. "I love you, you know that, right?" he murmured, his breath tickling my lips.

"Love you, too," I answered just as softly.

As he carried me down the hall to the bedroom, I knew we were going to be okay.