Title: Sinful Thoughts
Author: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Beta: AcrossTheSkyInStars, Who is the wind beneath my wings.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Continuity: AH/AU
Rating: M cause you never know when a lemon writes itself.

A/N- Thanks so much to Livvi84 for the legal advice. : )

One more chapter and an epi after this.

I want to take a moment and rec a wonderful new fic that has just started. M81170 has written a witty and clever story called An Introduction to Swirl and Daisy. It is only a few chapters in but I love it.

Chapter 26

BPOV

The last thing you want when you propose to the one you love is dead silence, but that is what I was sitting through, waiting for Edward to answer. The air was thick and I found myself having difficulty breathing. While I knew him well enough to know that he did want to spend the rest of his life with me, what I hadn't considered was how much he may have wanted to be the one who proposed.

Panic flooded my system as I sat there frozen staring at Edward's own shocked body. He was still stunningly beautiful even while he was scaring the shit out of me.

I just couldn't seem to wait to propose. After doing all the research on how and where we could get married, the thought just wouldn't leave my mind. I had spent three days fretting over how I would do it and decided that simplistic and romantic was just us. But waiting for an answer from a flabbergasted Edward was causing me to reconsider.

"Uhm, listen never mind, okay...I just…I don't know what I was thinking…I…" I stammered.

"No, Bella...I mean yes. Of course I will marry you," he finally said.

I sat motionless, letting the words sink in. "Do you mean it?" I asked carefully.

"Of course," he replied, now beaming. I launched myself at him and hugged him with all my might. "I just, I was thinking about asking you…"

"I'm sorry; did I ruin it for you?" I asked worriedly.

"No Bella, it was perfect."

His lips met mine and moved in delicious tandem. Each breath, each sigh, were the subtle signs of how much we knew each other and how in tune we were to the other's bodies. I stretched out my leg, slowly pushing the plates of food off the blanket. The plate I had filled with strawberries and whipped cream gave me the most problems, leaving me with a large dollop of sugary goodness on my toes.

Edward chuckled when he saw me trying to wipe it back onto the plate without disturbing our kiss. He sat back from me and pick up my leg, sliding his smooth face along the skin and down towards my feet. Once he arrived at his destination, he licked and sucked on my toes, causing my body to flush. It became clear then and there that it didn't seem to matter what that boy did, it turned me on.

"So you really do have a foot fetish," I giggled, "I thought it was just about shoes."

Edward growled before sliding his way up my body. He kissed my stomach on his way before saying, "I have a Bella fetish." He promptly bit my neck, causing my head to fling back and a garbled noise to escape my throat.

I expected him next to attack me, but he kept himself restrained, whispering words of love and devotion as he paid tribute to my body. Before long, we were relieved of our clothing and I lay trembling in the middle of the blanket.

Edward reached down and grabbed a strawberry from the plate, dipped it in whipped cream, and then painted small circles around my breasts. Once he was satisfied with his masterpiece, he placed the strawberry between his lips and offered it to me. My tongue entered his mouth and slid around the strawberry, expertly pulling it back into my own mouth, if I don't say so myself.

Once the berry was consumed, Edward returned to my breasts to clean up his mess. Slow licks and deep sucks were causing me to feel dizzy with want. I was certain no matter how hard I looked I would never find anyone that could make me feel as he did.

When I finally begged for his body, he slipped on a condom and found his way home. It struck me as he moved within me that this was our first sex as an engaged couple, and no matter what the law thought, he was mine and I was his. Our vows were real.

I laid in bed thinking about our future. Edward was snoring softly beside me as he tended to do after physically exerting himself. His snores were like a badge of honor for me. When I heard them, I knew I had done a good job. I stroked his hair lightly, trying not to disturb him. A gentle purr escaped his lips, causing me to smile.

I thought about some of the good times growing up with Edward. I remembered when he was four and I was five, he got scared from thunder and had run into my bedroom. I stroked his hair, similarly to what I was doing now and hummed until he fell asleep. It was one of the few times I remembered taking care of him. He was always the one who took care of me. I laughed quietly thinking about how many spiders he had killed for me throughout my childhood. He would make a great dad.

When I came out of my inner musings, I realized that I was staring into Edward's vibrant, green eyes. He smiled when he noticed that he finally caught my attention.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked, caressing my back with his hand that was draped over my side.

"Spiders," I answered.

"You continue to surprise me," he replied and then changed gears, "So, miss proposal lady, what is our plan?"

"Well I have done a bit of research and I know there are a few countries that would marry us, but it wouldn't make it legal here."

"Is that what you want to do?" he asked carefully.

"I am open to suggestions," I replied, chuckling at his pussyfooting.

"Well I was thinking that maybe we could just do a commitment ceremony here. We could invite all the people who are important to us and just exchange our vows in front of them. I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that I'm yours or you're mine."

Work felt way to early the next morning. I stumbled out of bed feeling stiff and sore, because after discussing our vow ceremony, I had to have Edward again….and again. What? You guys just get to read about how hot he is; I see it! And it leaves a girl insatiable.

"Bella!" Felix shouted as I entered the store. "Did you know, more than ten people a year are killed by vending machines?"

"That's why I get my beverages at Starbucks," I replied smiling.

The day went slowly and I felt anxious. Edward and I hadn't discussed if and what we were telling people about the engagement. Keeping that kind of secret to myself was proving to be more difficult than I expected. Maybe I had more of Renee in me than I realized, I thought begrudgingly.

Edward had made me dinner by the time I had gotten home and left it in the fridge. He was working the evening shift so I was home alone. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Edward, asking how his day was going.

B-miss you, my beautiful fiancé –E

E-Thanks 4 dinner –B

B-no worries -E

E-Who should we tell first? I want to tell someone–B

B- Charlie, he's been dying to hear how it went—E

E- He knows? How? –B

B- I kind of asked him permission –E

E-I love you – B

B- I love you back -E

He had to get back to work, I was lucky to have caught him on break. I was glad that the stress of telling Charlie had been somewhat lifted but another complication made itself known to me. Everyone knew Edward as Edward Masen but legally he was still Swan. If we told people that we had gotten married, they would expect me to become Bella Masen. If we changed our names to Masen, Edward would legally be Edward Masen Masen. I suppose I could say I kept my maiden name but I wanted to share a name with Edward. I wanted our future family to be a unit with one common name. The question was…which one? The whole thought was making my head hurt.

I wondered what Edward would want to do. Would he even want to change names? Would he want us both to still be Swans so that he could go back to being called Edward Swan? He might take a bit of ribbing from people who didn't know but I figured that may be his top choice.

All I knew was that we needed to talk about all this and soon. I wanted to marry Edward as soon as humanly possible. I wanted all our friends and supportive family to know the best part about my life, who I chose to spend it with.

EPOV

Call me whipped but a day without Bella just plain sucks. With our counteracting work schedules, we spent our first day engaged, apart. The high I was riding did, however, cause me to get a few extra tips. Apparently a happy me is a well tipped me.

On my way home from my shift, I drove extra fast, wanting to get home to see my love. I knew that things were still new but I wanted to start planning. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. How I never clued in I was related to Alice, I would never know. At least now I could blame genetics. I knew Bella would want something simple but I wanted her to know that she could have whatever it was that she wanted.

Bella was curled up on the couch with a blanket when I arrived home. The television was on low and I could tell by the gentle rise and fall of her body that she was asleep. I turned off the set and gently lifted her from the couch. She stayed asleep until the moment I placed her in our bed.

"Edward?" she asked groggily.

"Hey Sweetpea," I replied kissing her forehead, "how was your night?"

"Lonely."

She snuggled into her pillow and I took a couple of minutes to change and get ready for bed. I crawled into bed beside her and wrapped my arm around her.

"Edward?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Do you think Carlisle would let us use his place for the ceremony?"

"I'll ask him," I replied. We were once again on the same wavelength. I could think of nowhere better to have our ceremony. Carlisle's house was large and the grounds were kept immaculate.

I went to see Carlisle the next day. I had a bit more to ask him than just the request for the wedding location.

"Well hello Edward, how are you?" he asked, opening the door for me to come in. He was always very welcoming, even when I stopped in uninvited.

"Good. There was something I would like to discuss with you," I said as he led me into the living room.

"What is it? Do you need money?" I laughed because it sometimes felt like Carlisle was trying to throw money at me. I was certain he didn't mean it to offend; he just had so much that he couldn't help but offer it out at every turn. He was truly a giving soul.

"No, no. Nothing like that," I assured him. "I wanted to ask some personal questions…about my health history."

I wanted to be able to have this information in case Bella and I ever decided to have children and I was pretty sure that we would. As it turned out, Carlisle and Esme's bill of health was as squeaky clean as their polished marble floors.

"There was something else I wanted to tell you," I started, "Bella and I are getting married."

He looked a little shocked before asking, "How?"

"We were hoping to have a small ceremony where we pledge vows to each other. Bella and I were hoping you would let us have it here."

Carlisle's face lit up with undeniable joy. "I am honored that you would allow us to host you." When he finished his statement his eyes seemed to glass over. "So tell me son, how did you propose?"

I was shocked. It was the first time he had called me son and I felt mixed emotions about it. I was starting to truly love Carlisle as family but I didn't want to betray my dad; the one that had taken care of me all my life. To be honest, it wasn't the word that tripped my guilt; it was what I was planning on asking next.

"Well to be honest, I didn't."

"HA! Bella proposed, that's fabulous! Esme owes me a back rub."

"You bet on who would propose?" I wasn't sure if I was insulted that they made the bet or that Carlisle bet against me.

"So did you buy her a ring yet?"

"No, I found one I really like but I need to save up a bit first."

Carlisle looked at me and frowned. "Edward, please let me do this for you. How much do you need?"

"No, it's too much," I said thinking about the thirteen thousand dollar ring.

"Nonsense. Esme and I fully intend on helping out with the wedding costs. Here, I will write you a check and you can put whatever you wish of it towards the ring."

Carlisle wouldn't take no for an answer, and when he placed the check in my hand, I refused to look at it. I needed to say one more thing.

"Bella and I legally have the same last name right now, but as you know, everyone here knows me as Masen. We will both legally have to change our names so that we can share a family name and I would like to be able to offer her Cullen….if that is okay with you."

Carlisle stood quickly and I followed him, nervous of his reaction. His arms were around me faster than I could anticipate and he was hugging me with enough force to nearly wind me. When he pulled back, I saw tears running down his face, which caused me to maybe sniffle a little. Yeah, okay I cried a little.

"I would love nothing more than for you and Bella to use the Cullen name if that is what you both wish."

"Thanks….dad," I said and he hugged me again.

"There was something else I wanted to mention to you. I hope that I haven't overstepped my bounds. I talked to a lawyer friend of mine and there is a way that you and Bella can be together legally."

"How?" I asked excitedly.

Carlisle then explained to me that if we had my adoption dissolved that Bella and I could legally get married. All it would take would be a signature from me and each one of my biological parents wishing to be pronounced as my legal parentage. It seemed almost too easy, but I suppose everything comes with a cost. I would have to talk to Charlie first, I wouldn't want to hurt him after all the support he had given us.

"I'll have to think about it," I told Carlisle honestly.

After I had finished my visit with Carlisle, I sat in my car to think. I pulled out the check which I had stuffed into my pocket and opened it up. I blinked at the number expecting it to change to somehow not be so absurd.

I flipped the small piece of paper over, somehow wondering how such a small thing could have such a large value. We couldn't accept this; I had to return the check. As I went to open my door, Carlisle knocked on my window.

Stunned, I rolled my window down.

"Don't even think about it. You are my son and she will be my daughter and you will take that money. You may or may not have a legal wedding but you will have the best damn wedding anyone has ever seen. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said, catching a glimpse of what it would have been like growing up with Carlisle as a father. He commanded respect and obedience, and he was deserving enough to give it to.

"Good," he replied turning around and striding back into the house.

I took the check to the bank on the way home. There was no way I wanted to sit around with that kind of money in my pocket. Fifty thousand dollars was a lot. As it turned out, the check was certified. Carlisle had probably been waiting for a weak moment so he could shove it at me. I couldn't be mad; he obviously cared for Bella and me and was not trying to buy our love, just fund it.

I had the teller return some cash to me. There was something I needed to buy.

I was happy to see that James was not working that day. Although part of me wanted to have a pretty woman moment while buying the expensive ring. Yes, I had seen the movie. Don't judge, the movie was about a hooker which makes it a guy flick too.

With the beautiful diamond ring in my pocket, I headed home to Bella. I wanted nothing more than to have a romantic evening where I could present her the ring, but it seemed she had other ideas.

"Holy fuck," I said as I entered our apartment and saw her standing there.

Head-to-toe, decked out in a pleather catsuit, Bella looked like a mixture between a jewel thief and a dominatrix. I walked up to her and pulled her body into mine, forgetting all about the ring box in my pocket. Her hip bone came crashing into the pointy corner and she let out a little yelp.

"Ow, what do you have in there, Edward? Have you been sharpening your…" she pointed at my dick, "or something?" Her innocence had never really left her and the fact that she still got shy about saying dirty things just made them that much more hot when she did during sex.

"Uhm, it's nothing," I said trying to dodge the question. I didn't know whether or not I was going to be able to hide it from her at that point. Bella was always good at discovering things. She never liked to be surprised so she starting hunting down Christmas present hiding spots at a young age. I knew the look in her eye meant that she wanted to know what was in my pocket and there was no way she would let it go.

"Edward," she said sternly.

"I bought you something," I acquiesced. She raised her eyebrow but said nothing. The sight of her looking so stern in that catsuit was doing funny things to my brain.

I pulled out the box and held it out to her. She looked at it like it was on fire. "What's that?" she asked.

"Hopefully it's the ring of your dreams," I replied, opening the box.

Bella stared at the ring and I suddenly felt sick. What if she hated it? What if she was mad that I bought it with Carlisle's money? What if…

"I love it!"

A/N- Thanks to my beta Tanya who provided me with Felix's useless fact.

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