DESIDERATA
Things I own: T-Shirt adorned by my second favorite cartoon character of all time: Trent Lane from Daria.
Things I don't own: Anything Twilight, it all belongs to Ms. Meyer.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: LET LIPS DO WHAT HANDS DO
"The achievements which society rewards are won at the cost of a diminution of personality. Many—far too many—aspects of life which should have been experienced lie in the lumber room among dusty memories." – Carl Jung
APOV
With Bella and Jake in LA and Emmett wrapped up in Rosalie for the weekend, I'm here alone with my thoughts. Lately, that's a scary place to be. I feel myself being sucked into corners of my mind that are best left closed or buried, but it is impossible for me to avoid these places and thoughts now. So many of them return to Jasper. I really try to stamp out the images, but they seem to flood my brain. Sometimes, when I hear the bell on the café door, I look up, expecting to see him in front of me, only to be disappointed. I keep trying to convince myself that you can't fall in love with someone so quickly, that it had to simply be that I was wrapped up in the glitz of making a movie, but I know in my heart it is much more than that.
I've been really good this past week; I haven't gone to the Masen or websites once. But I'm alone tonight, my friends are all off in pursuit of relationships, and the glass of wine I just drank causes me to cave in to my weakness. Although I removed the bookmark to from my Internet browser, when I start to type the address in, a prompt pops up. Before I know it, Jasper's beautiful blue eyes are staring back at me. It makes my heart melt every time I see it. I surf around his site to see if anything new has been posted, but it hasn't. For shits and giggles, I Google his name and Noble Savage to see what comes up. If I thought Jasper's image made my heart skip a beat, the headline that pops up from my Google search makes it positively stop beating all together.
LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER: LOVE ON THE NOBLE SAVAGE SET!!
Cougar and her cub prey upon the Masen Masterworks family fortune!!
The hell?? I quickly click on the link and read the bullshit article. Apparently, rumor has it that Bella and Renee teamed up together to snag Masen men, in order to weasel their way into the family fortune. Goddamn it, Renee, you've gone too far this time!
I hate to interrupt Bella while she is on vacation in LA, but I have no choice; she has to know about this idiocy as soon as possible. LA is the worst place in the world for her to be when a story like this hits, especially if she is anywhere near Edward.
"Hey Ali, what's up?"
"I need you to take a deep breath, okay? I saw an article online that states you and Renee are teaming up to scam the Masen family fortune."
I hear her gasp. "What?!"
"I know, sweetie. Go look at the OK Magazine website. It's all outlined there."
"Oh my god! Edward! What the hell will he think?"
"Do you care, Bella?"
"Of course I care! I'm standing in his living room right now, and we were just making out!"
Oh sweet jesus. Under any other circumstance, I would be squealing and running around like a crazy woman, but this is no ordinary situation. Why, why, why does it always have to be like this? Can't anything ever be straightforward and simple??
"I think you need to come clean to him and show him the article. He's probably seen enough of Renee's antics to understand it has nothing to do with you."
Bella doesn't have time to respond; I hear Edward's voice in the background, and then her phone audibly drops to the floor. I need to get to Emmett and Rosalie, so that damage control efforts can begin. I quickly dial Em's number. Fuck! Straight to voice mail. I send him an urgent text, asking him to call me, telling him it's an emergency. I don't know that I've ever used the word "emergency" with him before, so hopefully he will grasp how serious this is. My phone buzzes almost instantly.
"What is it?" There is no trace of anger in my brother's voice, only concern.
"You need to let Rosalie know of a situation that has developed with Masen. A story was leaked to OK Magazine that says Bella and Renee are trying to scam them out of their family fortune."
"You have got to be kidding me! What the fuck?"
"I know, but it's true. I just called Bella to tell her, but I thought Rosalie would want to know right away because of Edward."
I hear some clunking sounds, and then Rosalie's voice. "What happened?"
"Go to the OK Magazine website. There is an article leaked about Bella and Renee that says they're trying to scam the Masen family fortune together."
"Fucking James! He is constantly pulling crap out of a hat, but this is the worst so far! Thanks for letting us know, Alice. I have to call Edward."
"Well, I already called Bella before I talked to you, and apparently she's with Edward, so he already knows."
"Oh, she's with Edward? Huh. I guess I need to check my texts…I didn't know Edward and Esme came back to town. Jesus, I can't even leave for a second without something blowing up!"
"Well, just tell Em that I'll be here, and will try to keep the cell and land lines open. Let me know if I can do anything, okay?"
"Thanks, Alice. I really appreciate it."
"Of course, any time. Talk to you soon."
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BPOV
Jesus fucking Christ, will that woman ever stop fucking with my life?
Why is it that every time I get close to attaining a moment of love or happiness in my life, Renee shows up to rain on my parade? Her timing is impeccably bad. I'm convinced that can't be an accident. It's one thing for her to screw up my life, but when it affects other people, it has to stop. And dammit, once and for all, she is going to stop, if it takes every last ounce of my energy. I refuse to deal with her fuckery any more.
In the meantime, though, there is Edward, who is sitting next to me, but may as well be standing across the room. He is clearly going out of his way not to touch me, and he hasn't said a word since he left text messages for Esme and Rosalie. He is probably trying to deduce a way to get me the hell out of his house and his life. He is probably eternally grateful this broke now, before he had the chance to smex it up with me. I feel like a piece of rotten meat.
Edward sighs deeply then pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. I decide to give him the easy way out.
"Look, Edward, I should probably leave. If you can call me a cab, I'll just go back to the hotel. I'm sure you're going to have your hands full with damage control," I say, quietly. "I don't want to be a nuisance."
Edward looks up, as if he has been deep in thought. "What? Why do you want to go back to the hotel?"
"Well, I just assumed, after reading the press leak…"
"Do you think I'm angry about that? Or even surprised?"
"Did you expect it?! How could you not be surprised?"
"Bella, this kind of shit happens nonstop! 90% of the time, the story is completely inaccurate! Plus, I happen to know that you had nothing to do with this."
"How would you know that?"
"Because this is par for the course with James Masen. It's got his signature all over it."
"I don't understand."
"Okay, remember back when I explained to you about James, and how he broke my cousin's heart?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Well, James has been trying to get his hands on what he believes to be his share of the Masen family fortune for years. He will stop at nothing. Nothing. He knows how much I abhor the spotlight, and this isn't the first time he has used the press against me. Against us. We've never been able to prove anything in the past. I have no doubt he wants to use this to blackmail me into a settlement, so that I will pay him to rescind what he's already said. I won't fucking touch that with a ten foot pole. He's crossed the line this time, and as far as I am concerned, this was a declaration of war."
I look at Edward's face, which has become beet red with anger. Before I have a chance to consider what I'm doing, I cup my palms on his cheeks and slowly turn him to face me.
"Edward, I'm so sorry about all this, and that my name, as well as Renee's, is being used against you. Please know I had nothing to do with this, and I am just as sickened as you are by the whole thing. I wish there was something I could do, I feel so completely lost and helpless."
He kisses me gently on the forehead, when suddenly his phone buzzes.
"Hey, Mom. Have you seen it?...come on, you know it has to be James…I'm telling you, this is the last straw, he can't get away with this shit anymore!...I refuse to keep paying him off while he continues to screw with our family!" He pauses to listen to Esme.
"She's right here. I asked her to stay. I don't want the press to even come close to her."
"Okay, about five minutes? See you soon. No matter what, I love you, Mom."
He hangs up, and checks the text he got from Rose. He busily responds to her. His phone buzzes again.
"I need to take this one in the other room. I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course not. I'll just sit here and wait for Esme?"
He nods silently, walking away while talking on his phone.
My head is swimming with all that transpired in the last ten minutes. I'm thoroughly disgusted to be in the middle of this Bog of Eternal Stench (although the image of David Bowie from Labyrinth that pops into my head with that thought is momentarily pleasing). I'm completely sickened by the fact that Renee is stupid enough to be played so easily by James. Hell, she may even be in it for the money as well. I honestly have no clue how I can be genetically related to her, we are so strikingly different. I am grateful for the fact that she left Charlie and me so soon after I was born, because my life has been infinitely better than it otherwise would have been had she chosen to stay. That much is a given.
As I'm thinking all of this over, I'm absentmindedly looking over the things on Edward's dining room table. It looks like he uses it as an impromptu desk. I happen to see a tattered copy of the Noble Savage script, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I pull out a chair and crack open the cover.
I've never read a screenplay before, and it's so different from what I expected. Half the content is devoted to directions, the other half is dialogue. While I know vaguely what the story is about, I never got a chance to read the whole thing, so I dig in, not thinking about whether or not I should. The thought doesn't even enter my mind.
I'm absolutely fascinated. I'm drawn into the story, because I know the characters personally—I can see Jasper's face acting out the lines. I can see Jake running through the forest. I remember Tanya's temper tantrum over the rainy scene. I am surprised, however, at some of the dialogue; it just doesn't seem to flow in a way you would expect. Some of the language is a little stilted. I can see Edward's notes, in his elegant script, jotted all over the pages, and it is incredible to see a peek into the Edward the Director's mind. He has scribbled over so much of the dialogue, it's clear he's unhappy with it. It makes my fingers itch for a red pen.
There's a pad of paper sitting on the table, so I grab a pen and start writing out the dialogue, including some of Edward's changes along with my own. I need something to keep my mind off of Renee's epic fuckery, and I simply can't help myself. I'm obsessed with getting the writing perfect; it's my favorite thing to do, aside from writing down my quotes.
I'm steeped so far into the script that I don't even hear Edward's approach.
"What are you doing, Bella?"
I instantly scream in response, throwing the pad of paper into the air.
"Oh, god, Edward! You scared the crap out of me! You can't sneak up on me when I concentrating on something!" I say, as he chuckles at my response. "I was just reading the Noble Savage script…it was sitting out on the table, and I've never read a script before, so I couldn't help myself."
"Scripts can be awfully boring to read; I can't believe you picked it up just for fun."
"What? I'm a dialogue junkie, you should know that after reading my Moleskine."
"How did you know I read your Moleskine?"
"Edward, a lot of the clippings in there were out of place."
"I guess I'm not very sneaky. I'm sorry if that made you angry."
"Well, I did the same thing with yours, so I guess it's only fair. There's nothing wrong in being curious about someone else. If it had been private, I wouldn't have left it out in the open, so it isn't like you could cause any harm."
Edward let out a deep breath. "I'm so glad you aren't going to yell at me for that."
"I guess that's the kind of thing I've always done to you in the past, isn't it?"
"Well, sort of. But I've been just as bad, of course."
We hear keys at the front door, and Esme walks in with Carlisle, still clad in their outfits from dinner.
"We got here as fast as we could. Thank god we were already on our way home. Have you heard from Rosalie?"
"Yes, I'm going to send up the jet to get her."
"That's good thinking. She's going to be running her tail off trying to get this under control." She turns to me and says, "Bella? How are you doing with all of this? I'm sorry you had to learn about the business the quick and hard way, but that's the rule of law here in Hollywood."
I open and close my mouth several times, not even knowing how to begin. The fact that Carlisle and Esme are both here, supporting me, when anyone else would have probably thrown me out and not given me a second chance just leaves me floored. They are extraordinary people.
"I'm incredibly sorry about all of this. You remember, back in Forks, when I explained to you that I really don't have a mother for all intents and purposes? I'd hate to say I'm shocked and surprised by these headlines, but sadly, I'm not. When it comes to Renee, I've learned to expect the unexpected. I swear to you, I had nothing to do with all of this; I just want you to know that."
Edward steps towards me and takes my hand gently. "Mom, I already explained to her that this is one of James' signature moves."
"Edward is right. This time, however, he's gone too far, and involved you and your m…I mean, Renee. This goes beyond simply leaking an unsavory tidbit. This is grounds for libel. Because of that, we can't let it go this time." She walks in front of us and grabs our free hands. "Here is my plan: We're going to slap an injunction on James Masen to cease and desist any more dealings with the media on this matter. We will work with our legal team to file the injunction and a libel suit. And then we'll have to do something that I hate to even consider, but I believe it is time for us to get James in every manner available to us—I'm going to ask Kate to agree to an interview about her marriage to James."
"Mom, she'll never agree to it! She's only now starting to recover from that relationship! Plus, you've always said that makes us no better than him, to stoop to his level and copy his tactics. What about the whole issue of our integrity?"
"Well, that's what we thought in the past, but James has stepped it up a notch too far, involving people outside of Masen in his imbroglio. And Kate will understand, not wanting Bella to have to deal with the same kind of crap that she did during her marriage. I think it is really important to discredit James as much as possible now, so that the control is ceded to our court in the matter of public opinion."
Carlisle hugs Esme from behind. "You, my dear, are the most brilliant tactician I know. That's why I can never resist you!"
Without missing a beat, she put her arms over Carlisle's and relaxes into him, while continuing her planning. "I hate to tell you this, Bella, but I am going to recommend that you stay in LA for longer than you anticipated. Until all the shit clears—pardon my expression—it is important for you to hang out with us. I hope you aren't too disappointed."
"Well, I'm not sure what Alice and Emmett will do about the café, but what can we do? If I need to stay, I need to stay. That sums it up right there. I'll be happy to pay for my own hotel, though. I don't want you to feel like you need to take care of me because of Renee's stupidity."
"I appreciate the offer, dear, but there is no way we are going to allow that. By staying with us, I meant staying in close proximity to us, because your public appearances will need to be controlled and planned. There is a right way and a wrong way to handle this type of thing, and it is imperative that we handle it properly, for your sake. I was actually thinking of just having you stay at Edward's house, since he has so much extra room here. That way, we'll always know where you are, and there is no chance for hotel clerks to be bought off for tips about your whereabouts."
"Here? But, Edward…umm, I'm not sure if…uh, is that really a good idea?"
"Well, I was going to suggest the same thing, since I have a guest suite, so you'll have your own space and bathroom. Unless you feel completely uncomfortable with that, I suppose you could stay with my Mom and Dad…"
"Oh honey, I'd love to offer our guest suite, but it is being redone, remember?"
"It is?" I see Esme trade looks with Edward, but I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean. "Oh, yeah, I totally forgot you started that project while I was in Forks. So I guess that leaves you here, Bella. I promise we'll make you as comfortable here as possible. Is it a deal?"
I can hardly wipe the smile from my face. "Of course it's a deal! Although I haven't seen all of it yet, it's the swankiest house I've ever seen."
Edward chuckles at my comment. "Did I just hear you use the word 'swanky?' Last time I checked, it was 2009, not 1950!"
I slap Edward's shoulder with a loud THWACK! "It's a good thing I packed everything in my backpack, so we don't have to go anywhere to get my stuff."
"Bella, what is this?" I see that Esme has discovered the script I was rewriting.
"That? Oh, it's nothing. I was waiting while Edward had to take a call and started reading the Noble Savage script. I tried reworking the dialogue a little bit, just for fun. It doesn't mean anything. I do that kind of stuff all the time. I can't seem to help myself."
I watch Edward and Esme exchange meaningful glances. "I know, Mom, I know."
"You know what? What are you talking about?"
"Edward's biggest complaint with directing is that he can never get the script into the exact shape he wants. He's kind of a micromanager in some respects, but he's the director, so if that's what he wants to do, he get to do it. What I see here, what you've done with reworking the dialogue? It's extremely good, and Edward agrees with me. Have you ever considered doing any freelance scripting work? We almost always have more than one person honing the script throughout the filming process."
"Are you kidding me? I have no credentials whatsoever! I was just absentmindedly playing around. That isn't even some of my best work. In fact, it was all spur of the moment."
"That's what makes it so good, sweetheart. The fact that you weren't even trying, and didn't mean to have anyone else see it. I can only imagine how good you would be if you put your mind to it."
I stand there for a minute, with my mouth gaping open, not really knowing how to respond. Esme just encouraged me to pursue my lifelong dream, being a writer. How is one supposed to act when that happens?
"Wow. Thank you, just…thank you. I don't know what else to say!"
"I have a great idea of what you can say," Edward says to me. "You can say, 'I would love to look over some of Edward's scripts while I'm holed up in his house for a few days,'" he smirks.
"I would love that more than you can imagine," I say softly.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me, Bella. Seriously. I feel like I struck gold by accidentally tripping over a rock."
"You're comparing me to a rock?" I ask, and Edward gives me a furrowed brow. "I'm kidding! I know enough about you now to know that you didn't mean it literally."
"Well, I guess we have our game plan under way, so we can probably head back home for the night. Rosalie should be back early tomorrow morning, so we can all meet here once she arrives. I'll bring the bagels, okay?" Esme leans in to give her son a big kiss.
Carlisle takes the opportunity to give me a hug now that his arms are free. "Thank you, Bella, for making my son so happy. I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you," he whispers in my ear. I can feel my face flush.
"Thank you, Carlisle. I appreciate it."
Carlisle moves to hug Edward, and Esme embraces me in a big hug, kissing my cheek. "Hang in there, Bella. Things will only improve. Trust me." I heave a big sigh; this is how all mothers should behave.
Edward and I walk his parents to the front door, and he locks it behind them, activating his alarm system. He looks at me with dark eyes.
"It's pretty late, I guess I should show you where the guest quarters are."
I clear my throat nervously. "Umm, yeah, that sounds good. I am kind of tired."
He takes my hand gently, leading me down the hallway. I follow Edward, but he turns to face me just outside of what I assume is the guest room.
"All this…things are happening so fast. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here, even though it is my house. I promise, you don't need to worry about my taking advantage of you while you're my guest. I wouldn't dream of making you uncomfortable."
"Thank you, Edward. You've been nothing but kind and polite since I've been intruding in your life. I appreciate all the trouble you've gone through on my behalf. I'm really sorry that everything happened the way it did, but I really enjoyed seeing your studios and going to dinner with you."
"Where you're concerned, it's never 'trouble,' Bella. I would hope that you are clear on that, at the very least. You're always welcome here. I'd like you to make yourself at home."
"There was a time when I never thought such nice things would be uttered from your mouth. I like hearing it."
"Good, because I like saying it. I'll say it as much as you want. May I give you a kiss goodnight, at least?"
"Of course."
Edward leans in, forcing me back into the wall. He places his hands on either side of my face and brushes his lips lightly across mine. I instantly open mine to accept him, but he draws back, hesitant. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and pull him into me; if I'm getting a goodnight kiss, I want it to be one for the record books. This action appears to be all the go-ahead he needs. His second kiss is chock full of passion, biting, and tongue moving against tongue. I hear a whimper in the background, and I realize that it is me. Jesus, this man can kiss! I'm immediately drawn to the movie Pretty in Pink, when Andie is asked if Blaine has "strong lips." When asked what that means, her friend tells her it means you can feel it in your knees. Andie admits to feeling it everywhere. I'm definitely agreeing with Andie right now. Every fucking nerve ending in my body has been stimulated; I feel like a sparkler that has been lit. If Edward keeps this up, I may just explode like the Fourth of July.
And just when it starts to get good, he pulls away. He pulls away? What did I do wrong?
"I think, under the circumstances, we should probably go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
"Oh, okay then. Um, goodnight, Edward."
He gently kisses my forehead. "Goodnight, my Bella."
I step into my room, shut the door, and jump up and down, screaming silently. I abruptly hear a knock on the door. Oh my god, he didn't hear that, did he??
I open it, and Edward hands me some towels. "I just want to make sure there are fresh towels in there. Goodnight again."
I swallow hard. I'm never going to make it through the night, knowing that he's sleeping under the same roof as me. I quickly get ready for bed, and settle in for the night. I should be exhausted; it's been the longest day in the world, one massive rollercoaster ride, but my head is swimming with thoughts. I keep replaying his ferocity when we finally got into the house, and he pressed me into his door. God, his hard cock felt amazing between my legs, I don't know that I've ever wanted anything more in my life. I know I'm the horniest virgin on the planet, but still…then I recall what he whispered to me at dinner: I can't fucking wait to taste you all over my lips. I can't wait until I'm finally buried deep inside you. I want nothing more than to see your eyes looking into mine as I make you cum.
Just thinking of those words leaves me soaking wet. I have to relieve myself if I'm ever going to fall asleep tonight. I slide my hand under my boy shorts and slide my finger over my wet lips. I pull the moisture over my clit, circling slowly, and my hips start to buck at once. I'm even hornier than I realized. A moan escapes my lips, and I'm momentarily mortified. Oh my god, what if he hears me getting off?? I stop my movement and listen for any sound, but I am met with silence. I start moving again, circling more feverishly, and I whisper, "Edward." I hear a slight knock on the door, and I gasp out loud, sitting up immediately.
Edward peeks his head through the door. "Bella? Are you okay?"
"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!" I scream.
"I'm sorry, I thought I heard you calling for me."
"No, I don't think I said anything. I'm just having trouble falling asleep."
"Do you want me to stay with you until you do?"
I think about that for a minute. Fall asleep with Edward Cullen? Yes, that would definitely work. "If you don't mind, that would be really nice. I'm kind of wound up because of everything that happened today."
"Believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel."
I pat my hand on the bed so he knows he safe to come sit by me. "Ever since I can remember, I've hated sleeping alone. It makes me feel so vulnerable. When I was a little girl, I would always sneak into my dad's room whenever there was a thunderstorm. Somehow, being in his big bed, snuggled under his covers, I always felt safe."
Edward is sitting up in bed, while I'm under the covers. That's just not right. "Edward, come under the covers with me. That's what I need to feel safe." Okay, I'm a lying sack of shit, I just want to cuddle with Edward Cullen. So sue me.
He tentatively climbs in with me, and I rest my head on his chest. He has on pajama pants and a v-neck t-shirt and he smells divine. He circles his arms around me, so we're totally snuggled up together. I might have weaseled my leg between his, just to get myself more comfortable, of course. I may have even started to subtly rub my foot over Edward's muscular calf. It's possible that I shifted the weight from one hip to the other, to more firmly secure me over Edward. Those actions definitely bring me closer to the main event, and, oh my god, Edward has one hell of a hard on. Feeling it brush against my hip causes a slight moan to escape from my lips, completely inadvertently of course.
Edward lets out a deep sigh and mumbles under his breath, "Jesus, Bella!"
Innocently, I reply, "What, Edward? Are you all right?"
"No, I am definitely not all right! You are practically gyrating all over me!"
"So, you don't want me to do that, then?"
"Fuck, of course I want you to do it! I wouldn't mind if you did it 24 hours a day! But if you think I'm going to get any sleep at all, you are sorely mistaken."
"What made you think I was interested in sleeping?"
"Well, the fact that you asked me to come into your bed so you could feel safe and fall asleep, that's what made me think you were interested in sleeping."
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that."
"Apparently, I'm too wound up to even feel safe with you under the covers with me. In fact, I feel anything but safe. I feel dangerous. And Edward? Your cock is really hard. Can I touch it?" I have no idea where this is coming from, but I'm going with it.
He isn't answering me, he just takes my hand and places it on his cock, keeping his tightly on top of mine. We start sliding my hand up and down over his length. Jesusgod, he is so fucking hard! I am getting wet just thinking about it. He still says nothing, but I can hear his breath become deeper, faster. My legs are still wrapped around his thigh, and without realizing it, I've been humping it. We moan simultaneously, totally caught up in the moment. Suddenly, Edward pulls my leg over his, so I am straddling him in bed. He pulls my face to meet his, and we kiss. In the meantime, I'm sliding myself up and down his hard cock, riding him hard; the thin covering of our clothing lets me feel his heat. He starts to thrust in time with me, placing his hands on either side of my hips to guide me along. He is staring straight into my eyes so intensely, I try to look away, but he tells me sternly, "Bella, look into my eyes. I still want to see the look on your face when you cum for me." All I can do is whimper.
We're staring at each other, riding along, and I feel the telltale tension start to cascade. It's the moment where you know that the orgasm is coming, but you're not quite sure exactly when it will hit. It's a foregone conclusion. But the sweet anticipation as you build up, waiting for it, waiting for it, until BAM! The tingle floods your entire body for that moment, and nothing else exists. Just the ecstasy of feeling completely alive. I scream his name out loud and sense the rhythmic thrusting of my hips over his. As I start to come back into myself, Edward arches his back, yelling "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs, followed by a chorus of "Bella, Bella, my Bella…" I feel his wet, hot cum underneath me as I see the look of pure satisfaction on his face. I lean over to give him a deep kiss, and we're both panting from our exertion.
I lay myself out over his body, and snuggle my face into the groove between his neck and his shoulder. I hear him say softly, "Bella, that was amazing."
I whisper back to him with a hidden smile on my face, "I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sleep now."
He moves to leave the bed, and I tighten my arms around him. "No, please don't go!"
I feel a kiss on the top of my head. "I just need to clean up, love. Then I'll be back."
"Can I go with you?"
He looks at me, darkly. "Bella, I don't think I would accomplish anything if you come with me."
I grin, but give in. I snuggle into the covers to wait for him. I must have dozed off a bit, because I feel him slide in next to me, pulling me close to him. I inhale deeply, and his scent permeates my immediate vicinity. I nuzzle into his shoulder and fall asleep.