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Getting Back to the Grind

EPOV

I'd always loved being a doctor. I loved having knowledge which could help mend or cure, I loved being able to help children, I even loved the air of authority I got when I slipped on my long white coat and stethoscope. My career had always been the most important thing in my life, aside from my family.

But, then I met Bella.

I had to admit my normally joyful, or at least fulfilling days at the hospital had been constant torture sessions where my mind was locked on one singular goal: get home to her. Those first days back were horrible. It took until the end of the week before I started to get my rhythm back and thought I might be able to function without therapy. Perhaps having constant access to her over the weekend had spoiled me, throwing me into shock when I had to leave her side to go to work.

Monday I felt empty, leaving our bed and her warm, little body. My heart ached as I wondered how and what she was doing at home alone. I was lucky to still have most of my hair left as much as my hands had gripped it all day. I sent her flowers with a card saying I wished I was there. I sent her texts every spare moment I had, even spending my entire lunch break talking with her on the phone. When my shift ended, a patient was almost mowed down in my haste to get home.

Bella greeted me at home and I felt myself finally breathing normally again with her in my arms. We ate a delicious dinner of pot roast and dessert of chocolate mousse. I had my second dessert when I threw her up on the dining room table and feasted on her.

Twitch, twitch.

Tuesday, I caught myself doodling her name on my notes. Not even her name, her married name. Isabella Marie Cullen, Bella Swan Cullen, Mrs. Edward Cullen. Then, I almost broke down when I entered the break room and smelled someone's vanilla coffee. My colleagues were noticing that there was something off with me, Dr. Uley and Dr. Crowley both giving me hell for falling in love.

One of the nurses, Tanya Denali, had apparently overhead their teasing because she became even more merciless in her attempts to gain my attention. She'd been flirting with me for months, doing anything she could to ask me out. I had always politely declined her advances. She was pretty, but I felt nothing for her. Plus, compared to Bella, she was a hideous hag.

I have to nip this in the bud. She needs to back off.

Tuesday did bring me a bit of good news. Around noon, I received a text from Alice.

It will fit her perfectly. No sizing necessary! Let me know if you need help planning your proposal night. xoxoxox Alice

I had smiled and got down to plotting the best way to propose to Bella which helped me get through the rest of that day.

By Wednesday, I considered carrying around a pair of her panties in my coat pocket to have her scent close. I came to my senses though, at Bella's urging, realizing it probably wouldn't be appropriate if a thong inadvertently fell out of my pocket in front of my patients. She had to talk me down from the ledge that morning before I left, when I had contemplated quitting my job and staying home to worship her all day. She instead promised a long soak in the tub with her when I got home.

My Bella knew how bad I was feeling and I was pleasantly surprised when she brought me lunch in the hospital. She and my mother had been on their way to lunch, but she wanted to bring me something from home to brighten my day. I smiled when I opened her brown bag filled with a turkey sub, sliced fruit, crackers, and a love note.

I love her.

Thursday was much better. Even though I hated leaving a warm Bella in the bed, I was eager to get to work to check on one of my patients. The boy had been so sick over the last couple weeks with pneumonia and seemed to be heading for recovery. I was excited to see any progress that occurred since the day before.

The day went by relatively quickly and I decided on a date to propose to Bella, that was if my coming conversation with Emmett and Rose went alright. I had called Emmett to set up a meeting, wanting to get his blessing before asking for Bella's hand.

Friday was the best day of the week, by far. Patients had kept me busy, not allowing time to sit around and brood about Bella. Another bonus was knowing I would have the whole weekend to spend with her. Around six, right before I was heading home, I got a text.

Dr. Cullen, you are needed at the apartment, stat. Please wear scrubs. ;) xoxo Bella

What was my little vixen up to?

I didn't want to disappoint, going to the lockerroom, ditching my clothes and putting on a fresh pair of scrubs. After changing, I sprinted off to my car to get home, wondering what I would find when I got home. Let's just say it was the best homecoming I'd ever had.

"Baby, I'm home," I yelled, walking in the door.

I sniffed the air, salivating when I smelled the definitive aroma of Italian for dinner. I kicked off my shoes and looked down at the requested scrubs, shaking my head. When I looked back up, my mouth gaped seeing my angel standing in the doorway wearing nothing but an apron.

Now, I knew that particular fantasy had floated through my head a few times...or a thousand times, yet seeing it in reality was even better. If I'd been salivating before from the food, I was surely causing puddles on the floor at that point. I moved towards her before she held up her hand to stop me.

What is going on here? Did I do something wrong?

Instead, she walked to me, placing her hands on my chest and rubbing circles lower and lower until resting on my abdomen. I reached to take her waist, but she pushed my hands away.

"Dr. Cullen, I must insist that you keep your hands to yourself right now." She pushed me until my back hit the wall. "You just stand right there and enjoy yourself until it is time for dinner." I started to speak, but she brought her finger up to my lips, shushing me.

"I don't want any complaints. I'm just going to make myself comfortable." With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me and my jaw practically hit the ground.

She's not going to do what I think she's going to do? Is she?

My cock was jumping for joy and singing hallelujah. I looked down to see her big, beautiful eyes looking up at me from under her lashes as she stroked me a couple times over my pants. I moan when her tongue licked her lips as she pulled the string on my scrubs. She pulled them down, smirking when she saw I had gone commando after changing. The pants fell, pooled at my feet, as she grabbed the base of my cock and slowly swirled her tongue around the tip.

Fuck…damn…this is so fucking awesome.

I think I stopped breathing, overwhelmed with excitement. She took her time licking up and down and around my shaft as I watched, completely mesmerized. I really, really wanted to reach down and touch her hair, but she told me to keep my hands to myself.

Must not touch, must not touch, must not touch.

Then she put me in her mouth and I thought I was going to come on the spot. She wrapped her hand around and started pumping the part she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Where the hell did she learn this?

My head fell back and hit the wall hard, but I was too lost in the sensations from Bella's mouth to notice. I groaned and cursed like a sailor as she took me deeper and deeper. When I hit the back of her throat, the vibrations from her moan sent me close to the edge. She kept sucking like a champ and I opened my eyes to see her hallowed out cheeks as she gripped my balls.

"Bella, baby, fuck…I'm going to come, baby…oh fuck," I warned, finally touching her head. She stayed right where she was and I couldn't hold back any longer. I came so hard I saw stars and she swallowed every drop.

She swallowed. Fuck, I love this woman.

She continued licking me clean, before kissing my tip and pulling my scrubs back up. She even re-tied the damn string. The shock of her actions and the intensity of the orgasm left me speechless. I could only watch as she stood and walked toward the kitchen, her bare, perfect ass hanging out the back of the apron. Then she turned around and winked at me.

"Edward, dinner should be ready in about five minutes. Could you please set the dining room table, honey?" I just nodded, trying to get myself together. I'd never seen anything as sexy in my life as Bella in front of me like that. My cock twitched again thinking about it.

What the hell are you standing there for? She's fucking NAKED in the kitchen, you asshole.

Shit.

I ran to the kitchen and found her bending over to check the lasagna in the oven. I groaned and bit my lip. She must have heard me because she turned her head back to look at me, still bent over. I swear she wiggled her ass a little.

That little vixen. I was hard as a rock again. I walked over, gripping her hips to pull her tight to me as I pressed myself to her backside.

"Are you teasing me, beautiful?" I said in her ear. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who tease?" She shut the oven door and shook her head. I leisurely licked up her neck and smiled against her skin when she moaned. "Let me show you, my Bella."

I turned and walked us forward, keeping my hands around her until we neared the kitchen table. I pressed her up against it and pushed on her back until her chest was lying flat, her ass up in the air. I bent down behind her, stroking her.

"You are so wet, my angel. Is that for me?" She just moaned again as I replaced my fingers with my tongue.

"Oh…Edward…unh." She tasted so good, I could never get enough.

"What did you say, angel? Tell me what you want." I rubbed her clit, wondering if she would say the words.

"Fuck me, please Edward."

Fuck me sideways, she did say them.

I stood back up, lowering my scrubs at the same time. I leaned over her, placing her hands to grip the sides of the table.

"Hold on tight, love."

I lined up my cock and thrust in hard. She was so damn tight.

"Fuck!" I cried out. Bella screamed out too, her sounds becoming a constant stream as I pounded into her.

My hands stayed on her hips as I kept driving, my feet moving forward as the table scooted from every thrust. Before long, she clamped down around me when she came. I followed, my orgasm rolling through me as I spilled into her.

I leaned forward over her, putting my elbows on the table, just to catch my breath as I rocked into her gently a couple more times, completing my release. I kissed her shoulders and neck, smiling because she still had her apron on.

Wow, that was hot.

By the time we both cleaned up and dressed, the lasagna was a little overdone. But, it was still the best damn meal I ever had. She even made cannolis for dessert.

I can't wait to marry this woman.

BPOV

It was difficult being apart from Edward during the days, and I knew he was unhappy about leaving me. Although I felt bad, there wasn't much I could do except love him and be there for him when he got home. The time apart also allowed me to get a lot accomplished.

"Everything appears to be set for my transfer to Northwestern," I told Edward, sitting down with him for dinner after our first day apart. Sitting in our separate chairs, it was the first time he had stopped touching me since he got back home. It warmed my soul that he desired me as much as I did him.

"That's great, baby. So, all of your credits are going to count toward your degree?"

"I think so. I won't get final word until Wednesday, but it sounded promising. I already picked out some courses to take this fall."

"How much of a course load are you going to have?"

"I think I will keep it at twelve credit hours and try to get mostly morning and early afternoon classes. I don't want to overload myself or miss our evenings together," I told him, feeling my cheeks heat up from my revelation. I glanced over, glad to see his smile.

"I don't want to miss any time with you either," he said. He always knew the right words to make me feel better. I watched him take another bite of the pot roast I had cooked. "This is so good," he said, giving a little moan. I squirmed in my seat, appreciating his praise but getting turned on from the sounds he made.

Inner bad girl wanted to sop him up with a piece of bread.

"What else were you up to today?" he asked, after we started our dessert of chocolate mousse. I played with my spoon, hesitating to answer.

What would he think if I told him about my writing?

"Well, I told you before that I've been thinking about writing a novel," I paused and he nodded, urging me on. "I think I may have found my inspiration." If my four hours spent completely locked in a writing zone that day were any indication, I had definitely been inspired.

"What was it?" he asked, placing his fork on the table and giving me his full attention. I took a deep breath.

"You." His eyes grew wide, as if he were surprised. I hurried on, hoping I wasn't freaking him out. "Us...all of this," I said, motioning around the room. "It's like a fairy-tale." His gaze softened and he grabbed my hand to hold.

"Does that mean you'll stay?" he asked, so much hope evident in his voice.

How could he even entertain a thought I might leave? I knew he had told me our first night together we could live together on a trial basis to ensure I was comfortable. But, we hadn't discussed it any further since that night. Didn't he know how much I needed to be with him?

"Of course," I told him.

Our desserts were soon forgotten when I was placed on top of the table and given the best orgasm of my life.

The rest of the week flew by. Rose and I spent the next day together, chatting and catching up. I loved showing her around my apartment and getting her opinion on my recently-developed love-life. She seemed to like Edward more and more with every detail I gave.

Wednesday, I woke up to Panicward. He really didn't want to leave me and go into work. I rubbed his shoulders and smothered his face with kisses, telling him we could take a long bath together when he got home. Thankfully, I convinced him it would be a bad idea to carry my panties in his pocket.

Esme indulged me, making a stop at the hospital on our way to lunch so I could take a care package to my beautiful man. I hated seeing him frazzled. When he saw me approaching him with a sack lunch, he grinned like he had won the lottery. My heart beat wildly when he jogged over, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I would bring him lunch every day for one of the panty-dampening kisses he laid on me in front of everyone. I didn't miss the strawberry blond nurse giving me an evil glare as I turned to leave.

Bitch.

"Did you find him?" Esme asked as I got back in the car.

"Yes, it wasn't too difficult," I told her, still tingling all over from his kiss. I wondered if she understood just how much her son made my insides quiver. The smile and slight shake of her head as she pulled away made me think she did.

We drove a couple blocks to a quaint bistro and I ordered a potato cheese casserole after we were served our drinks. I admired the way Esme seemed so confident and comfortable at all times. I wished I had even a fraction of her poise.

"So, how are you enjoying Chicago?" she asked, taking a bite of her quiche. I probably blushed thinking how perfect every second with Edward had been. But, she didn't need to know about the trampiness of my inner bad girl.

"It's great so far. Edward's taken me around a little bit," I told her and she nodded.

"Have you tried driving yet on your own?" she asked with a smile. I shook my head.

"No, not yet."

"Well, make sure to use the GPS in your car. I still get lost sometimes and I've lived here my whole life," she said.

"My car?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. She immediately looked apologetic.

"Yes, well...sorry about that. I just assumed you would drive the beamer. Didn't Edward leave it there for you?"

I chuckled internally. I had to admit I was considering taking Edward up on his offer to drive the BMW. He continued to leave it home everyday, in case I needed it.

.

Was it even practical to get another automobile when he had two? Maybe I should just bite the bullet and use the car like he wanted me to?

I needed to get it in my head that nobody considered me a gold-digger, especially not his family. Esme and Carlisle would probably buy me an island if I married their Edward.

When I married him, not if. I wonder when he is going to ask me?

The rest of lunch was spent on safe topics and I found it very easy to open up to Esme. We discussed my impending transfer to Northwestern and I also confided about starting my novel. She took a keen interest in my writing, even telling me her best friend was a publisher. On the drive home, Esme asked if I would be interested in going with her once a week to visit the kids under Edward's care. I readily agreed, thinking it sounded fun to play games and give the kids some attention while they were stuck in there. I had such a wonderful time with Esme and I wondered if my own mother were around, would we have had days similar to that one.

Alice and Rose picked me up the next morning for our shopping day. I should have paid more attention to Edward's warnings regarding Alice's shopping fetish. She was a maniac. Rose and I were dragged across seemingly every shop in Chicago as she insisted my wardrobe needed a complete overhaul.

Alice did allow a small break for some lunch. I don't even remember what I ate because I had to ask the girls for some help and I was so humiliated to do it.

We had just ordered and they were chatting about movies as I sat there biting my lip.

"What's up, B? Why are you so quiet?" Rose asked me.

It's now or never.

"Um, I need to talk to you both about something and I'm extremely embarrassed, so please don't tease me and add to my humiliation," I begged them.

"What's going on?" Rose asked, putting her arm over my shoulders.

"Alice, just for this conversation, you might want to pretend I am talking about anyone other than your brother," I warned before taking a deep breath.

"Iwanttoknowhowtogiveablowjob," I blurted out, ducking my head and blushing like a tomato at my revelation.

"Did you say you want to know how to give a blow job?" Rose asked quietly and discreetly. I just nodded to her, not able to face them yet. They were both silent and finally I looked up to see them smiling at me. At least they were smiling and not laughing at me.

"Bella, don't be embarrassed. That's what girlfriends and sisters are for," Alice said, taking my hand across the table as Rose squeezed my shoulders.

"Edward always…um…gives," my voice squeaked out, "and I wanted to reciprocate and surprise him," I explained. "I've just never done it before so I need some pointers."

"When do you want to give him this surprise?" Rose asked.

"Tomorrow night?" I said, unsure if I would be ready or not. They both nodded.

"I have a plan. Why don't Rose and I come over to your place for lunch tomorrow? We'll bring supplies and you'll be thoroughly confident, trained and ready for your man when he comes home," Alice said. "I will definitely not think about the fact that I will be giving you advice on giving my brother head." She shuddered a little and I laughed.

"What do you mean supplies?" I asked.

Alice and Rose smiled at each other and I gulped.

"Don't you worry about that. You just plan on being ready tomorrow night. We'll get you all set up," Alice said.

We soon finished lunch and went by a couple more stores. It took all three of us two trips to bring all my bags up. I finally took a breath before putting them away. At least my part of the closet looked fuller.

That night Edward was in a much better mood. We had a quiet dinner followed by snuggling on the couch and watching TV. I gave him a little show when we went to bed, trying on one of my new negligees. My beautiful man almost ripped it off me, he was so excited. If he was excited by a piece of silk, I knew that what I had planned for the next evening would knock his socks off.

Finally it was Friday, and Alice and Rose showed up around noon. I made us salads for lunch before we got down to business. When I realized the supplies Alice brought included a bag full of bananas and cucumbers, my face went up in flames.

"Bella, pick out one of them that is appropriately sized. How big is your Edward?" Rose asked. I could only gape at her for asking me that question. "Come on. Don't be a baby," she insisted, motioning for me to pick one. Alice hid her eyes behind her hands as I looked over the selection.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I am doing this," I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I looked over the produce.

Inner bad girl was actually peeling one of the bananas in the corner.

"Uh, I guess this one," I said as I picked up a very large sized cucumber.

"Nice!" Rose said, giving me a huge grin and a nod of approval. Alice peeked over and shrieked.

"My eyes! My eyes! I am blind!"

Rose started howling in laughter and I could only shrug. I guessed that meant I was a lucky girl. They finally calmed down enough to begin the training.

They were very thorough. They told me to swirl my tongue over the tip to start and to lick it all around like a lollipop. They explained everything from not trying to fit it all down my throat the first time, just in case my gag reflex made me hurl on him. They showed me how to stroke with my hand while he was in my mouth. Rose mentioned the ball grab again, as she had years before, and to do it when he was close to coming. They told me guys liked it when girls swallowed and how to keep the tongue action up as he came down. I kind of gagged when I put that cucumber in my mouth and Rose explained that the actually peen would have more give since it was a muscle. They were actually quite professional in their sex education.

Inner bad girl took exhaustive notes.

Alice suggested another surprise since I told her I was making him lasagna for dinner. She told me to send him a sexy text when his shift was almost over so that he was sufficiently excited all the way home. Then she said that I should welcome him home wearing an apron. Only wearing an apron.

Can I do that?

Yes, I think I can.

The look on his face when he came through the door was priceless. His jaw practically hit the floor. But, that was nothing compared to when I knelt down in front of him, undoing his pants. I was so proud of myself that I could make him feel that good with my hands and mouth. My very first blowjob appeared to be a complete success.

I knew he was stunned because he still couldn't form any words as I walked back into the kitchen. I wiggled my ass at him when he finally came in there. Then we sufficiently christened the kitchen table.

Damn, that was so hot. I am going to feel that pounding for days.

We had worked up quite the appetites, so we both ravenously tore through the slightly overcooked lasagna. I needed to remember to plan meals better around Edward's libido.

We ended up going to see a movie later that night. It was nice sitting close together in the dark theater, and out on a date like a normal couple.

I mean, we were normal. We were simply on the fasttrack.

I was glad Edward didn't ask me about where I learned the blowjob moves. I wondered what he would have said if I told him Rose and his sister were in on it. I chuckled thinking about it as we sat in the dark.

"What are you laughing about, love?" he whispered in my ear.

"Nothing," I said softly. I looked over at him and saw his green eyes lit up by the theater lights and leaned over to kiss him. He kissed me back before pressing his forehead to mine. Even that simple contact sent shivers to my spine.

I loved him more than anything and I was about to have him all to myself for two whole days. I loved weekends.

AN: Poor Edward...a little bit of separation anxiety. Let me know what you thought of the chapter :)