Twilight and all characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Hokay, so first of all I'd like to sincerely apologize for having updated so late! I've just been so busy!! I'm so sorry and yeah...

Second of all, last chapter they Bella and Edward were on their way home from the hospital and she's paralyzed... just a refresher...

Third of all, I'd like to warn everyone, especially younger readers, this is a SMUTTY chapter. It is my first attempt, so sorry if it comes out horrible. But i would just like to say nothing terribly important happens in this chapter and it is hardly PG so if some readers don't feel comfortable reading stuff like that, please don't read it. I wouldn't want anyone to be uncomfortable!

And lastly, I'd like to address an annonymous review I got just because I want to clarify something. I know earlier in the story I mentioned Edward had slept with three girls and in no way does that reflect my personal view as a man-whore. I apologize if it came off that I thought sleeping with three people was a lot... that's just in this story. So sorry if I offended anyone. :)

BPOV

Once we got home, the first thing I wanted to do was shower. And I knew from now on showers would be infinitely more complicated. I definitely wasn't willing to let Charlie help me and there were no women around so I would just have to settle for Edward. That thought made me smile and blush at the same time. Edward just looked at me across the back seat with one eyebrow raised, trying to understand the sudden heat to my cheeks. I didn't bother to explain, he'd know soon enough. Of course, I wasn't sure how Charlie would react having my boyfriend washing me naked, but he didn't really have a choice. Anyway, it wasn't like Edward was just some fling, we both knew, and I think even Charlie had a hunch, it was much, much more.

So finally, when we pulled up into the driveway and Charlie stopped the car, Charlie went to the trunk to take my bags to my room while Edward helped me into my wheelchair and helped me up the porch stairs into the house. I hadn't realized till now getting up the stairs to my shower would be a problem too. But not to worry, Edward was already on that, he had lifted me out of the wheel chair and was carrying me up the stairs before I knew it.

"Thank you, Edward."

"My pleasure."

And the way he said that word made a shiver run down my spine, a good shiver.

Once we were up the stairs, Edward brought me to my room and set me down gently on my bed on which, I was pleasantly surprised, I could make myself sit up straight. Charlie came in with my wheelchair, placing it against the wall, and said:

"Is there anything else Bella I can do for you? Are you hungry? Tired?"

"Honestly dad, I could really use a shower about now."

"Okaaaaay, but I don't think you'll be able to do that alone. Maybe Esme would be willing to come down after her shift and help you."

"Actually, dad, I'd like to take one now."

"Bella, I won't be able to help you and…"

And once the understanding dawned upon him at what I was suggesting, his face started to grow red. Darker, darker, darker, approaching a bluish-purple.

"I'm sure Edward could help me dad. Isn't that right Edward?"

EPOV

Oh fuck. Bella wanted me to help her in the shower? My hands on her hot, naked, wet body?

Oh, fuck. It's not like I didn't like that idea. I loved it. But with Charlie there and Bella so obviously hinting at it and shit… I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I would hurt Bella's feelings if I said no and Charlie might possibly kill me if I agreed to "help" his innocent daughter.

Thankfully, I was spared from choosing because Charlie said in a very quiet and barely controlled voice,

"Fine. But I'm warning you Edward Cullen, don't you try anything funny or make my daughter uncomfortable, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

And before he could lose his temper, he left the room, stomped down the stairs, and turned on the T.V.

Bella chuckled and said,

"Wow, he actually agreed. And he didn't even touch his gun!"

And I just gulped. Because I thought dealing with Charlie had been hard, but I knew this shower was going to be even harder. I had never seen Bella naked and I, Edward Cullen, actually started getting a little nervous.

I noticed Bella wasn't in much better shape because I saw her taking deep breaths, I think trying to have a little pep talk with herself.

"Bella, if you want, we can wait for Esme… or you could wear a bathing suit?"

Bella shot her head up at this, bore her gaze down deep into my soul, and said:

"No, Edward. I want to do this. And how do you think I would get in the bathing suit anyway? No, no bathing suit. I want this, right now."

And her assertiveness was just so damn sexy I snapped into action. I was so eager, I scooped Bella up swiftly and brought her into the bathroom. I wasn't sure how we were going to do this, but we'd figure it out.

BPOV

"You need to turn the water on so it'll be warm Edward."

With that, Edward gently set me down on the closed toilet seat and turned on the water.

When he turned around I surprised him with already having removed my sweater. I could do that much at least and I heard him gasp. I looked down at the bra I was wearing, nothing special or Vicotria-Secret-sexy but when I looked back up at Edward, I didn't think it really made a difference. His eyes were already slightly hooded which made my own breathing speed up a little to my embarrassment.

And because I wouldn't be able to remove my pants alone and because I just wanted to feel Edward's hands on me, I said,

"I'm going to need some help with my pants Edward."

So Edward snapped out of his dark, and dare I saw desirable, trance and lifted me up so that I was leaning on him, my almost bare chest against his thin, tight shirt. And if I couldn't feel the energy between us before, it was definitely there now and we were both hyper-aware of it.

I held onto Edward's torso so he could help me with my pants and I couldn't help running my hands up and down his sculpted body. How did people become this delicious or sexy? It was practically a criminal offense. And how the hell did I get so lucky?

But I was taken out of my ogling as I felt Edward's hands on the button of my jeans then undoing the zipper. And it was kinda like senses overload because I was a virgin and I had never been touched so low, down there. And Edward just continued to gently pry my pants off, skimming over my skin with his fingers. And I could see the tension in his arms because they were shaking slightly. I wasn't sure if he was nervous or just trying to stay cool with a half-naked girl in front of him. But I smiled at the idea of making Edward excited, that he was trying to control what I was doing to him.

He finally pried my jeans off all the way and threw them to the floor at the other end of the bathroom. And because he was such a gentleman, he had to ask again, which made me chuckle because it wasn't like we were having sex or anything.

"Are you sure Bella?" he said huskily which just made me even more sure. I hadn't once questioned what we were doing and I wasn't about to turn back now.

So I seductively, yes, I don't know where it came from but some new-found confidence made me suddenly bolder, I seductively whispered in Edward's ear:

"I am 100% sure I want you now, Edward, washing my body."

And finally, Edward let go a little of his control and crushed his lips to mine with so much power, need, and desire it was overwhelming. I just moved my hands to his neck and intertwined my fingers to pull him closer and worked my way up into his hair, taking fistfuls, and shoving myself closer. Before my tongue could enter the picture, Edward pulled away and purred,

"The water will get cold."

And I just whimpered. Who cared about the stupid shower now anyway?

And then I had an idea. Edward was going to help me anyway so there was no reason for him to keep his clothes on either. So I began tugging at his shirt, trying to lift it from his body and he got the message so he slipped it off in one fluid movement. And while he was holding onto me to make sure I didn't fall, I attacked his belt buckle and undid it surprisingly quickly with my clumsy fingers. I then undid his button and zipper and his jeans fell to the floor. He kicked his way out of them and when I caught a glimpse of his boxers, I laughed.

EPOV

Shit. If I had known Bella was getting into my pants today I wouldn't have worn these boxers. Sponge Bob. Sponge. Fucking. Bob. It was incredibly embarrassing but I couldn't let Bella know that so I growled when she laughed and said,

"Don't you ever make fun of Sponge Bob. He's the man, not to mention my personal hero."

And Bella just answered by starting to sing the friend song…

"F is for friends who do stuff together. U is for you and meeee…"

And before she could keep making in fun of me she did something I totally wasn't expecting.

Her hands had been playing with the waistband of my boxers while she was singing and all of a sudden she dropped her hands inside. And all of a sudden I had a hard on. Like really hard.

"Bella," I groaned because she was just too fucking sexy, "the bath, remember?"

And I pried her hands out of my boxers before she could do anymore damage. I had to keep a clear head and she wasn't helping any.

And just to get some payback I decided I would drive Bella crazy too. So I moved my arms up from where I was supporting her at her hips, one up her back to the hook on her bra and the other up her belly from her navel, fingers trailing up in between her breasts, letting my fingers linger between her delicious cleavage and I swear her back was already arching a bit. So she was excited which just made me form my crooked smile I knew she loved so much. And as I began to pull my fingers away from Bella's chest, she whimpered.

"Edward, don't you dare…"

And I didn't quite give her the chance to finish her breathless threat because I brought my fingers right back and slipped them under the wire of her bra so there was skin-on-skin contact. While one had taunted her breast avoiding the most sensitive spot, the other unhooked her bra skillfully, if I do say so myself.

And when I moved my hand to let her bra drop, I gasped. She was just too fucking beautiful and I had to tell her so.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

And all Bella did was hum with appreciation and crush her lips to mine. And she just went for it, darting her tongue out the moment our lips met and forcefully asking entrance to my mouth. Of course I let her in and as our tongues battled with each other I lightly grazed the backs of my fingers over her left nipple and she whimpered. So my automatic response was to do it again, harder, with my whole palm this time. And when Bella's back violently arched into my hand combined with her moan, I transitioned to full on groping.

And once I felt I had sufficiently worked one of her breasts, I switched over to the other still trying to suck Bella's face off at the same time.

Which just gave me another idea. So I slowly pulled my mouth away from hers and kissed, licked, and sucked my way down from her chin, to her throat, to her collarbone, to her breast which I gently began sucking and gave one good, long lick. I was supposed to wash her anyway and she tasted so fucking good. I wouldn't mind washing all of her…

BPOV

Oh my god. I wouldn't still be a virgin if I had known what I was missing! Edward, he just, blew my mind. And we weren't even having sex! Just the feeling of him, all of him, pressed against me was enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

And I couldn't get enough. I was embarrassed beyond belief by the noises coming out my mouth but whenever Edward heard them he just got more excited so I couldn't really complain about their effects.

Finally, after fondling my breasts and kissing for what felt like forever, before anything else could happen, Edward lifted me up bridal style and carried me into the shower.

I admit I had had dreams like this before, a certain someone washing my body, but it had never been out of necessity or because I was paralyzed. It kinda ruined the moment. But one look at Edward's face told me he wasn't minding this one bit.

Once we were in the shower, Edward looked down at my panties, which were embarrassingly wet by now, and I had forgotten were still on me, and before asking me if he could remove them, he gave a crooked smile.

"Bella, you're totally hot for me right now," he said smirking.

And I just retorted back,

"Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties." (A/N 10 Things I Hate About You anyone?!?)

I knew it was an obvious lie but I had to retain a shred of pride, didn't I?

But when Edward put his hand on the edge of my panties at the top, all pride left me. The answer to that question was mostly definitely a no. All I could think about was his hand being so close to me, taunting me by trailing from the top of my panties to the very bottom which was completely drenched by now, and I couldn't form any coherent words. So when he asked if he could take them off, all I could do was give a whimper.

Obviously, with that humongous smirk, Edward was having pleasure from seeing my weakness and being able to manipulate me. And as much as I wanted to be peeved, it just made me melt more that he was enjoying doing this to me.

And to torture me, when Edward was pulling my panties skillfully off with one hand, he, very purposefully may I add, let his knuckles brush against my entrance and I let out a moan.

"Edward," and by now I was gasping again, " don't do that to me."

"What?" he said innocently. "This?" and he created friction once again against my entrance by doing a pass with his knuckles. I whimpered and plotted my revenge.

I dived my hands into his own boxers and ran my fingers down his length, taunting him by alternating between applying pressure and barely skimming my fingers down.

"Bella," he moaned, his hands no longer trying to torture me but gripping my hips tightly.

"Yes?" I replied sweetly with a wicked smile.

"I… you… bath…"

Good. He wasn't being coherent. Sounded like adequate revenge to me.

And when Edward thoroughly worked his gaze up my body and finally met my eyes, they were dark. No longer the light, piercing green, but a dangerous and exciting dark shade.

We were both silent and breathing heavily, just getting lost in each other's eyes, each other's need. But we both knew it wasn't possible right now. And as much as my body wanted this, I knew it could be better, would be better if we waited. Because the way Edward was making my heart go crazy, pumping blood frantically everywhere, I knew it wouldn't be long before my legs would finally get the oxygen they so desperately needed and let me walk again. But not now.

So, with a look that expressed my disappointment, I gazed back at Edward, feeling terribly sorry and unfulfilled that we both wouldn't get what we needed now.

But that didn't mean we still couldn't have a little fun. So I pulled at Edward's waistband and he got the memo so he kept one arm securely on me, holding me up, and used the other to drop his own boxers and wiggled his way out of them. He took both our underwear and threw them out of the shower.

Edward was just so beautiful naked. And despite how completely at ease and comfortable I felt in the moment, both of us naked, I blushed. I knew it was completely absurd but I couldn't help it.

And when Edward saw me blush, he stroked his free hand on my cheek and drew me into a deep embrace. Although part of him was still evidently excited, the hug was by no means uncomfortable. I realized in that moment that I fit perfectly in Edward's arms and never wanted to leave.

Edward drew me out of my trance when he said:

"Bath?"

Yeah, sure. Like either of us really wanted to shower…

"Mr. Cullen, if you would be so kind as to hand me the shampoo?"

"Ah, but Miss Swan, this is a full service bath. We wouldn't want you spraining a finger in your tangled hair."

And I frowned. Was my hair really that bad? My clumsiness, on the other hand, that actually sounded possible.

So I basically spent the next half hour having Edward wash my hair and body beyond thoroughly, making sure he got every inch of my being, exciting the hell out of us both. And when it was finally over, Edward helped me get a towel around me and carried me to my room. As I was contemplating what I would wear, I realized Edward had no extra boxers.

"Umm, Edward? You don't really have any extra boxers, do you?"

Edward just gave me this look of indifference, shrugged, and flashed a crooked smile.

"That's okay, I'll go commando."

So... how was it? I hope not too bad, especially since I made you all wait so long! So sorry about that!

Plus, I'd like to say that there will actually be more chapters than I originally had planned for this story and Jacob will also be making an apperance despite what I may have said earlier. So... he won't play a humungo role but he will be around a little ;)

Reviews are awesome... not nearly as great as Edward without his shirt or anything, but pretty good all the same!