Chapter 6

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

Seriously, this chapter is intended for mature readers only, please. And if you can't handle the lemons you might want to skip down to the 'Before' section of this chapter. Fair warning.

After September 14, 2010, 11.12pm

"Ready or not, here I come," I'm singing to my husband upon entering our bedroom.

He's laying there on his side, sheet pulled up to his hips, eyes clenched tight, but smiling. He's patting the mattress, welcoming me to the empty space beside him.

I'm decided. I'm done being afraid of this. It was going to happen regardless and Edward's a gorgeous hunk of vampire man. I'm going to take what's rightfully mine. I'm ready to pounce. I'm diving under the sheet beside him, crushing my lips to his.

"Are you ready to make a woman of me?" I'm asking him huskily.

He's grabbing my butt, pulling our hips together, rolling me to my back, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I'm instinctively wrapping my legs around him. He's growling against my lips his tongue wrestling mine for dominance. I can feel the cold, hard, length of him grinding against me for the first time.

"Mmm," I'm whimpering, a little frightened. He's not letting me up for air.

I'm pounding his shoulders to get his attention.

"Bella," he's breathing heavy, lowing his head to my shoulder. "You shouldn't have done that, I'd have never expected you to attack me like that in a million years."

He's kissing me again, with more control, but no less passion. He's aligning his body with mine, his tip's right there at my entrance. His eyes are locking with mine, he's waiting for my consent. I can't help my feelings of apprehension, but at the same time that familiar feeling of butterflies is assaulting my belly. Words have failed me so I'm nodding my head. He pushes his way in only slightly, but enough to flip a switch on inside me. I'm gasping, panting, moaning, fisting my hands in his hair, pulling his lips to mine. He's breathing erratic, fisting the sheets on either side of my head, deepening our kiss. I need more. I'm clenching my legs around him trying to force him closer. He's pushing in an inch more.

"Edward!" I'm still gasping, clutching him to me.

"I've been a man on fire for you for too long now, Bella," he's growling, lowing his head to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, Edward!," I'm crying, pleading. "Please stop teasing me!" I'm writhing beneath him, struggling to get him to move faster, deeper, but he's not moving at all and it's driving me crazy.

"I can't, Bella. You're driving me out of my mind. I'm so close to loosing control. Please calm down, Baby. I don't want to hurt you."

"It will only hurt for a moment, I'm a fast healer, so please," I'm begging.

He's pulling back, are eyes locking once again. His eyes are black onyx. His breathing has stopped, he's frozen, staring down at me. I can't tell if it's lust or anger compelling him to look at me this way.

Now I'm just feeling frustrated, my body's being possessed by some unbearable need, it's painful, the very best kind of pain imaginable, but still painful and it's pissing me off. I'm trembling, vibrating. Edward's just studying me, he's starting to breath again, his nostrils flaring. I feel as if I'm about to wolf out and devour this gorgeous man that has me pinned to his bed. A low foreign sound is rumbling from deep in my chest. I know he's sensing my state of instability. His eyes are narrowing. He's flashing his teeth.

"Remember you asked for this." He's plunging the rest of the way in, breaking my hymen.

I'm screaming. "Ow! Ow, ow!" A stabbing pain's ripping through my uterus.

"Shhh. It's okay. You're okay," he's murmuring softly, tears spilling out of my eyes." He's gently stroking my hair, peppering kisses along my jaw.

"That hurt more than I thought it would," I'm pouting.

"I know. I'm sorry." He's smiling apologetically, placing a kiss on my nose.

"Okay, I'm fine. Now move!" I'm making my insides squeeze him. What can I say? I'm a fast healer.

"Oh, Bella. It's… Awww…" He's collapsing on top of me, burying his face between my neck and shoulder, panting wildly. "Bella please! It's so tight. Can't think straight."

"Just move, Edward! Please I need you!"

"Okay, shhh, okay, calm down, sweet girl," Edward's softly murmuring in my ear. His voice is sounding shaky. He's beginning to move achingly slow. He's sucking my earlobe into his mouth, running his tongue along the outer shell. The sensation is sending me into a lust hazed frenzy.

I'm grabbing his ass, squeezing, digging my nails in. Edward's hissing, crashing his lips over mine. I may not be in my wolf form at the moment, but apparently my nails are still sharp enough to scratch him without hurting myself. He's still not moving fast enough, and I need him. I'm gripping him harder, but my punishing fingers aren't fazing him. Why isn't he moving faster? I'm raking my nails slowly down his back.

"Bella, Baby, you really shouldn't do that." His warning means nothing to me. I'm growling out my own warning, but he's still barely moving at all. He continues his soft exploration with his mouth moving slowly down to my breasts. He's sucking a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around one hardened peak, nipping lightly. The sensation sends the last traces of my sanity spiraling out of control. I'm sinking my teeth into his shoulder blade causing him to thrust hard, deep inside me.

"Yes," I'm screaming. "More!"

"Bella!" Edward's feral growl is filling the room. "Being with you like this is like trying to make love to a wild cat!"

"I can't help it, you've ignited my hormones."

"Exactly, like a wild cat in heat."

"Move Edward, please," I'm whimpering again.

"Bella, I need to go slow." He's pulling out of me, pushing back in excruciatingly slow, but he's filling me up completely and it's feeling like the sweetest torture.

"Oh!" I'm gasping. "Please," I'm crying.

"Do you feel how hard you make me?" he's swiveling his hips.

"Ah!" I'm panting. "Yes."

"You feel so good, Bella, the way your tight little body clenches down on me. I want to take my time, enjoy this."

"I need you, Edward!"

"I know, Baby. I know you like this."

"Yes," I'm whimpering.

"You know what I think, Bella?" He's pumping in and out of me again,

"So slow. So good." I'm shaking my head like a crazy person. I don't really care, but I'm afraid he'll stop if I don't answer him. "What do you think?"

"I think your sweet little body is in heat, Bella. I think it's begging me to put a baby inside you." For some unfathomable reason that's the sexiest damn thing I've ever heard. I'm feeling my insides do just that.

He's taking a nipple in his mouth again while simultaneously pumping a little faster.

"Yes, Edward! I want your babies!"

"Oh, Bella. I love you, Bella." He's slamming into me now.

I'm feeling his cock throbbing, spilling his seed deep inside me.

"Edward!" I'm screaming out my own release, my heart's hammering. I'm feeling my blood rush to my head, stars are blinding my vision. Edward's grunting, growling, sinking his teeth into my pillow, shaking the feathers loose. We're both falling over the edge into a lovely pool of bliss.

He's pulling me there, rolling us over, our bodies still connected. He's framing my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks. His eyes have returned to their original amber hue. His lips are parting as if he has something to say, but he's not saying anything and there's really no need. He's eyes say it all, "I love you. I adore you," they're telling me. I've never felt so cherished.

He's running his fingers through my hair, gliding his hand gently down my spine. I delicious shiver is passing through me, but I'm not cold. In fact his body has warmed considerably. He's looking so happy, so lovable, I have to kiss him. He's returning my kisses, sweet soft pecks at first that are slowly building into something explosive.

I'm feeling our combined fluids slowly oozing out of me. It tickles and I'm squirming, not able to sate the itch,

"Umm," Edward is humming. I'm pulling away, propping my head up on my elbows, resting them on his chest. I'm smirking down at him, wrinkling my nose.

"What?" he's asking me. His sweet confused face is making me giggle. I'm looking down at the light dusting of hair that adorns his chest, planting a kiss over his heart.

His hands are sliding down to my ass, kneading my flesh. "Tell me, sweet girl."

"I think I'd like to clean up a bit." I'm wrinkling my nose again.

Edward's laughing, kissing me quickly, rolling us to our sides. He's pulling away from me, his cock sliding from my body. I pout. Edward's shaking his head at me, chuckling a little to himself. "It was your idea."

He's turning towards the bathroom. I'm finally seeing the aftermath of our frenzied lovemaking. Gnarly gashes are running down the length of his back and all over his butt.

"Edward!" I'm shouting his name in a strangled groan. Tears are springing, spilling from my eyes.

"Patience, Bella. I'll be right back." He's totally misunderstanding my grief-stricken cry. I really hurt him and he barely complained.

Before July 10, 2010, 8:30pm

"Hey, sweet girl. What are you watching?" Edward sits down on the couch beside me. I smile at him. He waits on me hand and foot. I haven't had to lift a finger sense I've been with him. Edward doe's all the housework.

"Vampire Diaries." I waggle my eyebrows. "Done already?"

"I told you, vampire speed. It doesn't take me long to get this house in shape."

I roll my eyes, annoyed that he won't let me help. I'm not use to someone trying to spoil me and I'm not sure I like it. Edward ignores my mild irritation, not wanting to bring that argument up again. Instead, he pulls me onto his lap, incasing me in his embrace, burying his face in my hair. Ever sense the day of his quasi proposal, Edward likes to snuggle.

"I never pegged you for someone to watch this sort of show. I mean, don't you get enough of the supernatural in your everyday life?"

I laugh. "Maybe I'm doing research."

"Yes, research, because we both know that when someone needs advice about the interpersonal relationships between vampires and werewolves you should always consult the works of L.J. Smith."

"Exactly," I giggled, settling back into his embrace. His body is hard and cold, but his affection makes this the most comfortable place in the house.

His nose skims down my jaw line. He pushes my hair back to plant a kiss on my neck. He chuckles when this causes me to shiver. Bring on the blanket, he grabs from the back of the couch wrapping it around my arms and shoulders.

"Thanks," I whisper.

He kissed my cheek. "Your welcome, sweet girl."

He stroked my hair as I finish watching my show. Ever patient, always kind, Edward was never rude or selfish. He only wanted to protect me. He was always seeking to trust, hope and persevere. His attitude towards me reminded me of that bible verse my mother always liked to quote to me out of 1st Corinthians. She told me when I found all these things with a man I'd know his love for me was real. I couldn't remember it word for word, but it described Edward's approach to our relationship to a tee. But he couldn't possibly be in love with me. That was just Edward. He knew that I was young and afraid. And for some reason he must have felt that I deserved to feel loved and he was determined to make me feel appreciated and cared for.

Edward was watching the beginning of the show that came on after mine, Supernatural. I could never get into it. Vampires and werewolves were sinister enough for me. I didn't want to entertain the idea that there might be demons out there to deal with too. The very thought was disturbing to me.

Something on the screen made him shutter. I smiled, knowing how much he loved horror movies. I was the one hiding behind my blanket, which made Edward laugh.

I was beginning to enjoy these quite times together. No, I was beginning to love it. Being with Edward was as easy as breathing. I'd never experienced a friendship this uncomplicated. It was a puzzle to me. Edward was a puzzle to me. I wanted to know what made him tick. I wanted to make this giant elephant of a marriage as easy for him as he was trying to make it for me.

The back of my head was still resting on his shoulder. My head was turned slightly gazing up at him. There was no denying it, he really was a beautiful man. Without much thought to my intentions my right hand was snaking up behind his head to caress the hair on the back of his neck. He smiled, peeking down at me. His arms tightened around me, he bent to kiss my forehead, then turned his attention back to the TV.

I found myself fascinated with how human he seemed. The way his brows furrowed in concentration, or licked his lips as if they were dry, he'd even blinked every so often. It was easy to pretend he was a normal human guy.

He swallowed, taking a slow deep breath, smiled, then looked down at me again. "Hey, you. What's with all the staring?"

"I'm just trying to figure out what makes you tick."

"Yeah? Well good luck with that," he chuckled. "Carlisle's been trying to figure that one out for some time now. To no avail, I might add."

"Figures. He's such a curious man."

"That he is."

"Why do you think our two species exists when there's really no reasonable explanation?"

"That is a question I've asked myself many times. I used to think of my own existence as some kind of purgatory. That if I was good enough, if I could pass this impossible test, that maybe God would grant me some kind of reprieve. I'd all but given up hope for that."

"Then what happened?"

He looked down at me then, his show forgotten. He turned me slightly in his arms, so now my legs were dangling over the armrest of the couch. He cupped my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. A serious expression came over his face.

"You," he said simply. "You are my life now."

My mouth fell open. I didn't know what to say to that.

"This past week you seem so much more comfortable around me. I feel like we've gotten closer. Maybe not to the point where you'd actually want me as your lover, but if we could approach this situation as friends. If you could somehow trust me, knowing that I'm not going to hurt you. Once we fulfilled our obligation to Aro, well more to our families, this closeness we have now would be enough for me. I could be happy with us raising our child together just like this."

Tears spilled out of my eyes as he said this. I shook my head.

"You don't agree?"

"Edward, it's not that. It's just that you are the most caring person I've ever met. You deserve to be loved. I'd like to give that to you if I can. It's just this vampire/werewolf thing; it's been engrained in me. You're suppose to be my enemy. I know I'm sounding like a hypocrite, a bigot even, know I don't want to be. For the most part, lately I've been able to look past all that, to see you as Edward, the man. But…"

"Your nightmares," he finished for me.

I nodded, ashamed.

He tilted my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look at him. "Are you afraid of me now?"

"No,"

"Do you want to talk about them? Your nightmares."

"I don't think I'm ready to yet, but you should know they're not all bad dreams. Some of my dreams of you are good."

"Yeah? What are those about?"

I looked down to my lap, embarrassed. I could feel my face flush.

"That good?" he chuckled.

"Shut it, you. It's not like I have any experience with, well… what you're implying, but kissing. There might be some kissing involved."

"Good kissing?"

I nodded. "You've only kissed me once like that, but ever sense then I've wanted to try again."

I looked up at him then. He was smirking. I growled, smacking my hand over my face. "Why am I admitting this?"

Edward laughed, pulling my hand away, kissing my knuckles.

"Do you still want to try?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to lead you on. That would be cruel."

"I completely understand. We could think of it as an experiment then."

"Okay, that's a good idea. Besides, I think it might help me in the long run, if we could form some sort of bond when, you know… when we're forced to do other things." a tear slid down my cheek.

"Hey, don't think about that right now. That's going to be one very small allotment of our time together. We're going to get that over with, then we're going to come right back to this point in our relationship and work on building it up from here."

"Thank you, Edward." I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his face close to mine. He pressed his lips gently to mine for one sweet kiss. I grabbed my stomach in surprise. So that's what butterflies feel like.

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