Nothing You Can Sing, That Can't Be Sung

BPOV

Speaking to Alice had been great. I had told her all about the fears that I had when it came to Edward and I, but also the good things. The things that I was beginning to think never really existed.

I told her all about the night I had ended up at Jakes, hurt and rejected by Edward, and how it was Edward that pushed through that invisible wall between us, to get to me, to kiss me. For real.

Talking to Alice I had realized I was lucky. I was getting a second chance with Edward and he was doing all he could to help me. He pushed me almost constantly, trying to talk and open up.

What terrified me was, myself. Not being good enough for him, not being strong enough. I was sure that there was only so much he could handle and I was sure I would break him. I didn't want to disappoint him, I really didn't. But I was struggling to find the faith he seemed to have in me.

"Where is Jasper?" I asked, suddenly realizing he wasn't stuck to Alice's side for a change as she drove me to the church.

"With the boys. I told Edward to watch him while I checked on you." She smiled away at herself, her earlier mood had lifted after my revelation about Edward and I. "I'm going to drop you off at the church and he will get you outside, if he's not already there." she shrugged as she indicated, turning left into a side car park at the church.

I nodded at her words as I tried to give my self a quick glance in the right wing mirror.

"You're gorgeous, babe." she told me quite pointedly, as if I would be anything less with her help.

Laughing at her pose I nodded. I felt comfortable and I felt good. Alice had really helped me out of a hole and the dress was perfect for me too.

"I need to go. There will be no wedding if I'm late cos the bride to be will be in a holding cell in Forks police department." She told me flatly and almost seriously.

"Thank you, Alice. For everything." She had helped me out of a hole. But most of all, she had listened to me and accepted my words without judgement. As she always had.

She nodded with a bright smile as I got out of the car, before speeding off into the distance. The girl always knew how to put her foot down. I wondered if it was a family trait because Edwards driving had always made me nervous, too.

Turning around I was met with two sparkling green eyes and he was dressed in a perfectly cut suit.

Before I could find any words to talk, Edward stepped in. "Bella, you look absolutely breathtaking." He took my hand, placing a small chaste kiss on the back of it and leaning forward, placed a small kiss on my cheek.

I could feel my embarrassment at his sweet caress on my skin and for a moment I wished that there was no one else about.

But there was.

Bodies passed by and as I focused on their faces I could see looks and stares. Words were mumbled and I knew that I was being talked about.

I felt my breath grow deeper as I looked around the entrance of the church and it seemed all I could hear was their mumbles fill my ears. I felt panicked and I felt hot.

"Bella...Bella..." Edwards eyes forced me to look back into his, taking me back out from the moment I was having.

His hand reached up and his knuckles swept of my cheek, trying to reassure me. "You're fine. You're with me." he winked at me and he tried to lighten my mood by giving me the smug grin, the one that told me and everyone else that he thought he was the best thing since sliced bread.

He had an air of arrogance, but he rarely let it show. Honestly, I think he only ever used it for amusement, to make fun of himself and to make me feel better.

I felt better.

"So...Miss Swan, what can you tell me about Saint Anne?" He still held onto my hand from when he had kissed it and motioning to the church, St Anne's. He was trying to distract me from the surrounding guests.

Looking up at him, I let out a small laugh, happy for him to try and distract me. I hadn't been part of anything so big since I was in Florida and it had never entered into my mind that there would have been so many guests.

Saint Anne...I knew this one.

"Saint Anne spent most of her life without children, despite trying. Until one night, an angel came to her telling her she would one day conceive. And she did. She said for the gift she would dedicate the child to Gods services. Saint Anne eventually give birth to her baby, the Virgin Mary." Edward's smile was wide as I looked from the church and back to him. "Saint Anne protects the unborn." I told him, finishing the story.

"I am constantly amazed at your knowledge, Bella. How do you know all this?" He asked, really wanting an answer.

I shrugged to him, it was nothing really, it was merely an interest that had developed a few years ago and something I had learned in private. "I just do. I read some books once."

He laughed at me. "You read some books once?" he asked rhetorically. "Well I think you're a genius. Even if I had read some books once, I still wouldn't have a clue."

He looked back up at the church in front of us. "I suppose its a good omen." he shrugged as I looked up at him. "I'm pretty sure Rosalie is pregnant. She rushed the wedding and, well...she's always wanted a baby."

"She's having a baby?" I asked in a shushed squeal so only Edward could hear.

"I'm not certain, but maybe..." his words trailed off into the air and despite the cold air that always passed between me and Rosalie, I couldn't help feel happy for her it were true.

Edward dropped my hand and offer me his arm instead. "I'll take you to my mum and Jasper so you can get a seat and I can get back to Emmett."

I took his arm and smiled at him. He was being so open and affectionate without being intimate and it made me feel strangely comfortable, like it was so easy.

I suppose for everyone else it was, but myself, it was a hurdle.

Edward walked me in to the church, taking me to his mum and Jasper.

"Bella, you look adorable." Esme instantly stood up, kissing my cheek and wrapping her arms around me.

"Thank you, so do you." Esme always looked exceptional and her son's wedding was no different.

Jasper had been on his feet as soon Edward had walked me to them. Like the true southern boy he was, he took my hand, kissing it and giving his head a small bow. It made me blush. "If only I weren't already in love, you could have won my heart." he joked with a wink. Edward let out deep breath at his words, but I was sure no one else had heard it.

"Please, look after her for me. She's...precious." Edward took my hand once more, kissing it as tenderly as he had the first time and was off, leaving me with Jasper and Esme.

I heard a small chuckle coming from Esme as she patted the space next to her, inviting me to sit down. "And if that isn't Edward admitting he's whipped, I don't know what is." her mouth practically sang the words out and she wore a little bit of a smug look on her face, trying to tame her mouth from breaking into a smile.

Jasper had burst into a fit of hysterics at her quip and I didn't know if she thought it was a good thing or not. I was worried and I was feeling guilty at our secret.

I heard some more hushed mumbles from behind me and my name was mentioned. I heard it clear as day. I felt myself tense up and automatically I was uneasy again.

Esme reached for my hand, sensing my worry. "They should know better than to gossip in a church. They should be ashamed and they should be ashamed at thinking that they can judge you. They have no right. Time will come, sweetheart, the truth will come out and they will see themselves as fools." She squeezed my hand, reassuring me.

I looked up to her, her face was stony and calm and it scared me a little. She looked at me and gave a soft smile. "Hold no shame for who you are, Bella. You are far stronger than anyone else in this place. Someone is watching over you..." She winked before averting her eyes to the front of the church. Edward stood by Emmett's side and along with Carlisle, but all he was focused on was me. His eyes looking at me, trying to read the situation.

Jasper had been my saviour for the day. We had stuck by one another, both being in the same boat and we had got along excellent. He kept me amused and I could see why Alice had fallen head over heals for the boy. He was a charmer, but in the truest sense. He was a gentleman and managed to keep me composed through our meal.

I was pretty much shunned by everyone else at the wedding but Jasper had been by my side the entire time and I found my self actually enjoying it.

I hated being separated from Edward though. He sat at the bridal table and even though I could see him, and he looked over at me constantly, I still missed his warmth. I was beginning to truly realize that life without him would be worse than it had been. I couldn't go back to that life, it would be far worse now.

Alice poked out her tongue as Jasper and I messed around. Me, playfully flirting with him in front of her. He was safe, she knew that. But mostly, I knew that I was safe. It was only ever playful between me and Jasper and I felt comfortable in his company.

Edwards gaze landed on us, and I could see he knew it was a joke. He gave a small smile, amused at my new found friendship.

"So you and Edward..?" Jasper pressed, eventually. He had no doubt saw the looks that had passed over the tables and after admitting it to Alice, I knew there was no point in trying to hide it for him.

Breaking my eyes away from Edward, I felt giddy. Looking at Jasper I saw the look on his face. His features were soft and his smile, warm. He was inviting me to open up once again.

"I like him." I was trying to be discreet, worried in case some one was eavesdropping.

"And he obviously cares for you." He nodded to Edward, who's eyes were back on me.

"He likes to look out for me." He did. Since the moment I had ran him off of the road he had looked after me. It was him who had checked me over at the hospital, despite the rage he had felt for me.

"It's not a bad thing, whatever is going on. I know you want to keep it quiet. You're worried about what people will think and your worried about your dad. But maybe you should just be truthful to your dad. He might be more understanding than you think." Jaspers southern drawl spoke with such certainty that I felt that he could be right, that maybe Charlie could be understanding.

I processed his words. Maybe he was right.

Eventually we broke free from the meal and into the evening reception and I was free to go to Edward.

I watched him dance with Alice as they entered the room and I felt a small pang of jealousy at her easiness on the dance floor as the pair danced along with Emmett and Rosalie and along with there parents.

It was the first dance and I watched from the side lines in awe at the beauty on the floor. I was punching way above my waist with Edward. Jasper was handsome and he seemed to compliment Alice perfectly. But me...Looking out on the dance floor I could see Edward laugh with his sister and I wondered if it could be that easy with me.

At times it felt like it was, but most of the time it was an up hill battle and Edward seemed to constantly be pushing me along, or dragging me.

A hand waved in front of me, offering a dance. Looking up I was met with Jasper and looking around I could see people move to the floor to dance.

I shook my head. "I...I can't. I cant dance." I shamefully admitted.

"I bet you don't, I bet you just float across the floor." He tried to be kind. "Please...my girlfriend seems to be occupied by your boyfriend."

I felt my eyes widen at his words. I had never heard anyone call us that. We never even called one another that. I felt my unease come back as I looked around in case anyone had over heard.

"Bella, people are ignorant and rude, but no one is listening to us. Please dance with me. I cant have Edward get one up on me already. He has my girl, I'll have his." A wide teasing grin broke out across his face and I couldn't say no. Hesitantly, I took his hand and he led me across to the dance floor, resting his hand on my back.

Dancing with Jasper was easy. And it was fun. Once again he seemed to relax me and I found myself being distracted by his wit to care too much how my dancing was.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, Jasper released me, stopping our gentle swaying to the music.

I turned to see Edward stand behind me, "May I?" He offered his hand for me to take. This time there was no hesitation, I was automatically pulled towards him.

He held me to dance, our pose, perfect.

It lasted all of a few moments as I began to feel ourselves move in together that little bit closer, Edwards hand beginning to slide down my back and rest, and pulling me into his chest.

I was compelled forward, too weak to fight.

But I didn't want to fight because this was what I had wanted all day.

Suddenly, we weren't dancing. He was cradling me into him. My head rested on his chest and I could hear his heart beat calm, the beat matching my own.

His lips pressed into my head, softly and discreetly.

"Have I told you how stunning you look today?" His words brushed against my ear and my skin shivered with pleasure.

I pulled away and met his eyes. "I think you told me, thought I do believe the word was breathtaking."

"Breathtaking...Stunning...I don't think they have a word to describe you, that is good enough."

I felt my cheeks heat at his words at his attempt to make me feel good. I never replied, all I offered was a small smile.

"Can I ask what happened in the church? You seemed a little...off colour. I saw my mum holding your hand..." he looked away, nodding to someone as they called on him but his attention was mine again, almost instantly.

"Someone was talking about me..." I tried to hide the discomfort I had felt, that it was my over active imagination.

"Who?" His word was quiet but it was laces with something, something that worried me.

"I...I don't know. It was nothing. I don't even know what they said about me. It was probably innocent."

He gave a tiny smile, seeing through my words. We both knew it was likely to be something nasty. But for my sake, he was trying to reassure me of my own words.

"If anyone says anything or makes you uncomfortable, I want you to come to me. I want you to do that. Always." His eyes pierced me, searching through my soul and deep into my core.

It made me breathless. The deep sincerity and concern in his eyes was almost too much.

I only nodded, breaking my gaze away from him.

He pulled me in close to his chest again and I wished I could have kissed him. Thanked him how I wanted too.

I saw sets of eyes follow us around and my concern about the truth spiked in me once again.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't hold me like this...People are looking..." Looking around, I met his eyes again.

"I don't care what they say. They are guests, they can be uninvited if I need them to be." He was completely serious.

"Edward, you cant just say that. There not your guests to un-invite. Think of what they could say to my dad." I tried to argue him.

"Bella, do you really think your father is concerned about what these people think of you, of us? He knows better than anyone the way this town feeds off of gossip. He wont listen to them." He was so sure and maybe he was right.

"What if we told him the truth?" I asked carefully.

His eyes wondered over my shoulder, in thought. "Maybe..." He reasoned. "But if he doesn't like it, your not in charge to argue. He could pull you away. But I can see why you want to be honest with him. I'm not saying we should lie, I'm only concerned about his reaction." I could understand that and it was the same as I felt.

I honestly had no idea how Charlie would feel if I was to tell him that I was falling for Edward. Would he encourage it or would he take me away from him. Was it a risk I was willing to make? I didn't think it was.

Despite our awkward conversation, the night had been good. I had sat beside Edward most of the night and we enjoyed conversation with his family. I never got to speak much to Emmett as he had enough going on with trying to see the rest of his guests and of course, spending time with his new wife.

He walked over to the table, with a drink in his hand, he was full of joy but he wasn't intoxicated. He was just genuinely over the moon at being married to the love of his life.

"Well, I've lost her already. I think she's got fed up with me." He shook his head, joking.

"I knew she would come to her senses in time, I just thought she would have go there a little quicker." Edward Joked back.

"Since I can't find her, I'll just have to borrow Bella to dance with." He extended his hand out to me while putting down his drink with the other and giving a good smirk in Edwards direction.

"You're stealing my date?" He asked with some mock shock.

"You're damn right. We'll If she'll have me..?" he looked at me questioningly – his hand still in the air.

I nodded with a smile and took it as he stuck his tongue out to Edward.

Edward sighed, defeat. "I know you will...but just take care of her..."

Emmett saluted him. "I'll take care of the precious." his voice turning to sound like Goulum's.

I had to laugh at Emmett's tone.

Edward nodded his head, his earlier words must have been passed on. "She's very precious." he admitted and I felt a lump form in my through at the honesty in his voice and the fact he was saying it so publicly. I was worried he was drunk, but he had not a drop of alcohol except a glass of champagne for the toast. He was very much sober, as was I.

I danced with Emmett and he was acting his normal goof-ball way. It was endearing. He hadn't changed and it was good to see.

I thought about Edwards words, that he thought Rosalie was pregnant and I knew Emmett would make a great father.

We danced until the end of the song before I excused myself to go to the bathroom, leaving Emmett to go off and find another dance partner. He was looking for a dance with Esme as I left him.

I looked myself over in the mirror, eyeing my appearance and checking that I was still acceptable to be on the arm of Edward.

I fixed my lipstick, the one that Alice had instructed me to reapply, in the mirror. The rest rooms were quiet and I thought I was alone until I heard a flush from one of the stalls.

Rosalie, strode out, trying to fix her dress as she went. But as soon as her eyes landed on me, she stopped in her tracks.

She quickly regained her composure and marched up to a sink, washing her hands.

I felt her gaze return to me repeatedly and something struck me. People spoke about me, I knew they did. But no one had ever been quite so obvious about their distaste for me. What had made her dislike me so much? So much that she tried to stop me from attending her wedding.

I never felt anything towards her. She was Emmett's wife, I would only ever be nice to her. She meant something to him so that meant something to me.

I saw the long ribbon on her corset, undone at the bottom, the bow now just lying as two tails.

"You're bow came out...Would you like me to fix it for you?" I asked nervously, the evidence in my tone.

She looked in the mirror, twisting at the waist, trying to see it. Her eyes fell to the floor and you could see that I was the last person she wanted help from, but she surprisingly accepted my help with a small nod.

She stood in front of the mirror, with her hands on her hips. She was absolutely out of this world. She had the physical features of a supermodel and the brain of a genius. She was the envy of all women and a total icon of femininity and integrity. She could be sharp with her tongue but she was always sure of what she said and stood by her words and beliefs.

In comparison, I was nothing.

I could feel her eyes burn into me as I tried my best to make the tie perfect. "It's not because I don't like you..." My eyes shot up, meeting hers in the mirror as she began to speak to me. "I don't like what you stand for...what you do." Her voice was strong and full of power and showed no hesitation.

I looked down, unsure of what to say or how to act. I wasn't even sure of what she was speaking about.

"When I was sixteen, I was raped." My eyes instantly looked up to hers once again at her revelation. "I hated that man for what he did to me, for what he took away from me...for what he took away from Emmett..." Her voice trailed on her last few words and I could see her only true weakness was, Emmett.

"And I hate what you give away. I hate the stories I hear and I hate that you could ever let a man touch you like that." her words were firm again, crushing me.

I had stopped breathing, my lungs feeling restricted with the look she gave me.

"How could you let them take that from you? How could you compromise yourself so much? How can you compromise women like that? For those beast to think that it's acceptable." her voice climbed octaves as my heart climbed beats.

I felt fear.

She turned around, meeting my eyes. "I was forced, you weren't. But I see it as the same thing. That man tired to take my soul. You allowed them. You accepted that and thought it was okay – that they could do that. It's not."

She seemed so mad, so angry.

"I was forced. You lay down and asked of it."

Was she right? Was this how it seemed to the outside world?

I wanted to argue but I couldn't. I couldn't find my voice. I couldn't even find my breath.

"I know that you have your own little sob story, just like I have mine. But I would never, ever compromise myself and other women like you have."

I wanted to scream and tell her that I needed it. I needed arms. I needed to be held.

But she was right. I was wrong.

I always knew I was wrong.

My head dropped, the shame passing through me.

"Edward is a good person and I know he wants to help you. But I'm asking you to help him. Walk away from whatever is going on because I know that you are going to break his heart. I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to see the truth."

I nodded at her words, my eyes trying to focus on the carpet below my feet as my vision blurred.

I reached for my purse and stepped back. Turning around I walked out of the door of the rest room.

Looking into the reception, I saw Edward smile and joke with Jasper. He was happy. And I wasn't welcome.

I turned my back on the room and left without a word.

EPOV

Searching the hotel, I couldn't find her anywhere. I had looked and looked and still, nothing.

She seemed happy. She seemed to be enjoying herself. What had happened and where had she gone?

I wandered through the gardens, praying to find her the way she had left me. Happy.

Walking up to my sister, I was desperate. I needed her to check the bathrooms. It was where she had headed. Was she unwell?

"Alice, I need you to check the bathrooms. I can't find Bella anywhere and I haven't saw her in half an hour." The smile she wore, fell and I hated that I had just upset her evening but she was the only other person I could go to.

I knew I could go to my mum, but I didn't want to ruin her evening as well.

Her black spikes of hair shook as she nodded.

"Is there anywhere you want me to look?" Jasper offered.

I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at it.

I couldn't think where else she would have went. I had looked all over the hotel but I had found nothing.

"Everywhere..?" I asked, exasperated.

He gave a knowing nod as the both of of them went off in separate directions.

I reached for my mobile once more, trying to call her.

It was turned off, the voice mail the only thing I heard.

Fear and panic built up in me.

But she was happy.

She was having a good time.

Perhaps I was over reacting and she had headed home, feeling unwell and knowing Bella, not wanting to make a scene.

Alice and Jasper both got back to me, finding nothing.

I told the two of them to keep quiet on the matter and that I was heading home to try and find her. With the promise of a call when I found her, I headed back to my apartment, first.

It was a twenty minute drive but it felt like eternity. I tried her phone a few more times on the way, praying for her to turn it on. But she hadn't.

Fear coursed through my veins and reaching my apartment, I rushed out of my car, running inside.

"Bella." I called on her as I gasped for air. Not a gasp of air in my lungs.

"Bella." I Called again.

"I'm in here, Edward." Her voice called out and rushing to my bedroom I burst through the door.

She lay out in the centre of my bed, still dresses as I had saw her. She looked like an angel lying there.

"Don't do that!" I shouted. I never meant it, but she had scared the life out off me.

She shifted up, sliding her dress up her legs and crawled towards me. "I'm sorry. I never meant to scare you." Her brown eyes shone and looking into them, I couldn't stay mad. She made me feel so weak at times.

I nodded as I sat down on the bed beside her. "You just gave me a fright..." I loosened off my tie, feeling hot from my panic.

"Sorry. I felt a little funny. I just thought I would slip home. I didn't want to be a nuisance."

I shook my head and let my hand catch her neck, kissing her firmly. "You will never be a nuisance." I told her as I broke away.

She smiled shyly up at me. Her innocence shining through as she blushed.

"I..I need to call Alice. We were worried." Pulling out my phone I called Alice.

"You shouldn't have worried. I'm not worth the bother." Her words were a mumble but I heard them and as soon as I was off the phone I was setting her right.

After making my quick call to Alice, I reached for Both of Bella's hands, only quickly breaking away my contact with my right hand to release her lip that she chewed on.

"Bella, you are worth the bother. You are worth so much more." It was official. I had fallen completely in love with this girl. I just knew I couldn't say the words just now. It would be too much to put on her, too soon. She needed me to help her still and my own thoughts would have to be pushed to the side until she was on even ground within herself.

She shook head at my words, so I reached over to her, kissing her in the way she deserved to be. Full of passion but still tender. She was still fragile and despite the line she had gave to me, on her disappearance. I knew something had came over her to make her leave, her self doubt, most likely making its return.

She pulled into me, deepening our kiss and fisting my hair.

The energy that passed between us told me what was about to happen. There had been a change in us today and it was evident in the kiss she gave me.

I pulled back, catching my breath and giving her time to decided if this was what she really wanted. There wasn't a doubt in my mind what that was but I wouldn't push her, not until the words came from her mouth and I heard them with my own ears.

"Make love to me?" Her words breathed out of her mouth and danced across my lips. It was everything I wanted to hear, well almost everything.

"Are you sure?" I had to check. I had to make sure she was positive.

"Yes. Please don't doubt me, don't doubt this."

Resting my forehead against hers I nodded before I watched her dampen her lips with her tongue. My lips were instantly pressed into hers, kissing her, needing her.

Pushing her down onto the bed, she went with my motions and pulling on my tie.

That sureness made me hard. Her positivity in what she wanted, that she wanted me.

She pushed my jacket off of my shoulders and it slipped to the floor.

Straddling over her, our kisses grew deeper and deeper and hotter and hotter.

Running my hand through her hair, my finger got caught in the grips that pinned her hair back. I needed them gone. I wanted to be able to run my hand through her soft brown waves. I loved her hair. I had dreams of happily drowning in the mass, the lavender intoxicating me at the same time.

I was living that dream.

I started the painstaking task of trying to get them out while trying not to tug on her hair at the same time.

"Just leave them." she whispered out across my lips, pulling off my tie.

"I want rid of them. I want them gone." I told her honestly. I wanted it perfect and perfect to me was running my fingers through her hair without restraint.

She laughed lightly at my words as she began to help pull them away. Quickly, they were gone and my hands were free to roam.

Before I knew it she had unbuttoned my shirt and had pulled it loose of my trousers. She pushed at the shoulders just like she had done with my jacket and it was quickly gone with, too.

I still hovered above her, holding my weight in my right arm. I reached down to her left leg, pulling at he exposed flesh as her dress had been pulled up to her knees. The smooth material slid along her smooth leg, exposing her thigh to me.

I had saw her naked before. I had explored every inch of her but this was something new. This was me exploring her sexually, for me to have her. I tried to ease her and relax her for me.

Her hands started work on my belt and button, loosening my trousers. They were quickly done with and along with my socks, leaving me in only my boxers.

Bella was still dressed. Pulling away from her, I reached the bottom of her dress and slid it up the rest of her length before pulling it up over her head.

All she wore was a small black lace thong that I was desperate to lose. She didn't need anything to make her more attractive, she was beautiful and sexy enough with nothing at all.

I looked for her consent before I removed her underwear and she lay there as I pulled it down her legs, exposing her little tattoo.

Needing to kiss it, I reached for the spot that I loved and was so proud of.

She shifted below me nervously so I quickly pulled myself up to her, checking she was okay.

She trembled in my arms and I held her in close. "We don't have to do this." She seemed to be having reservations on this and I wasn't going to make her.

She shook her head gently. "No...please, I want too. I want you." She reached forward and kissed my lips with some huger and I couldn't stop myself from pulling her further into me and rolling us on to her back.

Her hands rushed down to my boxers, trying to slide them down off of my waist. I helped the process by pulling them down and kicking them off at the ankles.

We were both completely naked now.

Breaking away from her lips I let my gaze trail down the length of her body, below me. My hand sliding over her peaks and curves and grazing across the planes of her flat stomach. My hand travelled further down and rested between her legs.

My head collapsed into her hair, trying to muffle a groan from the warm, slick sensation that my fingers felt.

I felt her place kisses along my neck as she reached for my erection, taking it in her hand.

I hissed at the firm grip and knew if she pushed me on like this for much longer, there would be no time between us.

I reached for my drawer, at the side of the bed and got a condom. She released me, letting me put it on before reaching up to kiss me, looking for me to take her.

She impatiently tugged on my hair, encouraging me on. Our kiss deepened as I search her centre again.

She still trembled below me and I once again checked that she was okay, that this was what she really wanted.

She nodded to me, reaching fro my backside and pulled me into her.

I wanted to make love to her, to cherish her and to treat her like how every other guy, hadn't.

I slowly entered her as I caressed her cheek with my fingers, all the time trying to focus on her eyes and gage her.

She shuffled below me, shyly, adjusting herself and encouraging me on.

Kissing her lips, I gently pulled on to her hip, deepening myself inside of her. She let out a gasp at the sensation but she only wanted more as she hooked her leg up around my hip.

We moved slow and steady as both our bodes moved together, each of us grasping at the other.

A steady knot formed in my gut. A ball growing tighter and tighter with friction and I reached in-between us, encouraging Bella, further on.

I was sure she was near when she gripped onto my arms, her fingers pressing further into my skin.

I felt her tremble below me, her pupils dilating, more and more. Her breath gasped in my ear and I held her closer, picking up our pace.

I pulled back from her and focused on her eyes, both of us looking into the others as she came below me, her orgasm rocking her and rocking me, finishing me off as empted myself into the condom and collapsed into her chest, unable to catch my breath.

I struggled to think, other than how incredible it had been.

I gasped for air against her chest and I felt her arms wrap around my back, holding me into her.

Looking up to her, I stretched my back out, me suddenly becoming bigger than her once again. I released myself from her and rolled us onto my back, her head resting on my chest.

"That was the best thing I have ever experienced." I breathed out with a small laugh. Nothing I had before, or the women could ever compare to what had just happened.

Bella only held on to me tighter, silently answering me.

I felt sleepy and she was obviously not looking to talk, herself.

My eyes grew heavy, spent from our love making and happy at getting to make her mine.

My vision turned black as my eyelids closed and my hearing tuned out as my brain switched off.

I was sure I heard Bella speak though, "I love you." the words seemed hushed.

I couldn't be sure of the words, if they were real or if they were my imagination and my fight was lost as I pulled into unconsciousness.

Come morning, I reached out for her as I woke.

My hands landed on her side of the bed. It was empty and it was cold.

I instantly jumped up, looking of her. I looked around the floor, searching for her dress.

It was gone. And so was her shoes and purse.

She was gone and all that was left of her was the pins from her hair, scattered across my bedroom floor.

a/n; Please review!

St. Anne's is actually a church in Forks, WA. And her Saint "calling" is real.

All Saints and God's used in this story are true to there own personal stories.