DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me…they are all the creation of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: After the Concert...

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After the Concert

"I would definitely call tonight a success," I sighed, tossing myself across the huge bed.

Edward crawled over me, smiling my favorite crooked grin. "It was amazing. Thank you for that."

"Thank you for letting me," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine in a sweet kiss.

I smiled beneath his lips, filled with so much happiness that I thought I might burst from it. "So! Of all the songs we heard, which song and lyrics would you pick for me?"

"How about I sing you the lyrics and you tell me if you know which song it is?" Edward countered.

My smile widened. "You know how it affects me when you sing to me, Edward."

"Then might I suggest you go and change now, before the singing starts?"

I leaned up and kissed away that mischievous smile of his. "If you say 'please'," I whispered against his lips.

"Please, Bella," he sighed, brushing his lips against my own.

"Honey, you're going to have to move for that to happen," I chuckled, pushing lightly against his chest.

That wicked smile tugged at his lips again as he quickly lowered his head, giving off a deep growl and letting it ripple against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"You are one dirty, little cheater, Edward Cullen," I huffed, pushing him away from me.

His only response was to roll onto his back and laugh at me.

I turned and pounced on him, making sure to rub him with my knee as I playfully bit his neck. Then, before his arms could catch me, I ran into the bathroom with my bag. I closed and locked the door, knowing he would be respectful of the hotel and not break it.

His voice was nowhere close to steady when he spoke from the other side of the door. "Isabella Marie Cullen, you will pay for that little stunt."

"Hate to disappoint you there, Mr. Sexually-Frustrated Vampire, but that's sort of what I'm hoping for," I giggled. I heard Edward gasp and it just made me laugh harder. He had definitely not expected that response.

"Who are you and where is my shy, innocent Bella?"

"She took the night off so that the confident, sexy Bella could rock your world." It took everything in me to swallow my laughter. I had told my sisters that I didn't want to be the one dazzled this time and they had both given me some ideas on how to dazzle Edward. I wasn't sure if I was actually going to take their advice until I was already doing it. And so far, it seemed to be working really well.

"Sweetheart, if you don't want to have to come up with an excuse for a shredded door, I suggest you hurry up and come out of that bathroom," Edward said sweetly, trying to hide the lust in his voice.

"Now, now, Edward. You just behave yourself. Why don't you go and change your clothes while you wait for me?"

"Bel-la," he whined. There was a thump on the door and I assumed it was his forehead.

I held back my giggle as best I could. "Edward, go change into your pajama's please."

"Are you sure you want me to take my clothes off just to put more back on?" he asked, trying to turn the table in his favor.

"For as much as you're interrupting me, you really must not want to see me in the outfit you picked out." I heard him move away from the door, grumbling under his breath, and I smiled to myself. I hadn't let him take back control. This was actually really fun!

I changed into the dark purple babydoll, and then let down my hair, brushing out the few tangles it had gotten from being whipped around in the wind outside.

I turned out the light in the bathroom and opened the door. Edward had turned off all of the lights in our suite, letting the city light up our room. His back was to me and I could see every muscle perfectly, making me want to go to him and run my hands all over his skin. But if I wanted to stay in charge, I was going to have to keep my hands to myself.

I wondered what he was thinking about so hard that he hadn't noticed I had opened the door. And then I realized I could see his face reflected in the window, meaning he most likely could see my reflection. He turned toward me and the passion in his eyes confirmed my suspicions.

"I think you like this outfit, Mr. Cullen," I said, slowly moving toward the bed.

He stayed where he was, nodding his head slightly.

"Are you speechless, Edward?" I chuckled.

His head moved again, as I took in the view of his flawlessly sculpted chest. Talk about fighting a losing battle! Who the heck could possibly control themselves when faced with such mouth-watering perfection?

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look?" I purred.

He shivered, causing his arms to flex involuntarily and I swear my dead heart nearly died all over again. He wasn't even doing anything and he was winning this dazzling contest! So unfair!

He finally started moving, stalking slowly toward me. His face was serious and his eyes were dark with lust, love, and passion. I was too close to the bed to really get out of his way, but honestly, I don't think I was trying too hard; I knew what was coming and I wanted it.

Before I could finish blinking, I was on the bed, feeling every inch of him pressed against me as his lips hungrily moved with mine.

I forced myself to pull away from his kiss, but his lips were unrelenting as they traveled across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. "Edward, you're supposed to be singing to me," I reminded him.

He growled softly, continuing his wonderful attack on my skin.

I used the only weapon I had in a situation like this. "Please."

He let out a frustrated groan and rolled onto his side. "You really will be the death of me, you know," he sighed.

I rolled over to my side so I could face him. I smiled, making sure that I looked up at him from under my lashes. "I can't help that I love when you sing to me."

He leaned forward, ready to attack me with another kiss, but I quickly put my finger to his lips. "Sing first…Kiss later."

Edward scooped me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. His face was hiding in my hair as he took a deep breath. "I wish I could explain to you how very much I love you. I wish I knew a way to turn these emotions into words so that you could know how loved you are, how treasured. You are absolutely everything I would have asked for if I had known what I wanted."

My arms had been pinned between us, but at the sound of his heartfelt words, I forced them free and wrapped them tightly around his chest. "I know you always argue with me when I say this, but, Edward, I really do feel the exact same way about you. If my heart could move, it would only beat for you. If I could dream, they would all be about you, just like they used to be. If I had warmth, I would fill you up with it. I would do all of that and more to show you just how much I love you."

"I see that you have truly become enamored with poetry, my sweet Bella."

"It's grown on me," I chuckled, placing a chaste kiss in the middle of his glorious chest. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you more, Bella." He shifted us so that he could see my face and give me a tender kiss. "Are you ready for me to sing to you?"

"Please," I said, smiling up at him.

He returned my smile before giving me another sweet kiss. He moved his lips toward my ear and softly sang to me:

"While you were sleeping, I figured out everything.

I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me.

Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins.

You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame."

"That's an easy song to guess…'Lullaby'," I said, kissing his cheek.

"Very good. Now, it's your turn to sing to me."

"Edward," I sighed, burying my face against his shoulder. "You know how I feel about singing."

"Bella, you have an angel's voice and it's been so long since you sang to me. Please?"

"Alright," I agreed, wanting to please him.

"If I guess the song correctly, will you sing the one you wrote for me?"

"Only if you can remember the melody to hum it for me."

"Of course I remember it. I will never, ever forget it."

"Fine, but only if you guess correctly." I took a deep breath and then sang the lyrics that I thought best represented my feelings for Edward.

"Oh, I adore the way you carry yourself,

With the grace of a thousand angels overhead.

I love the way the galaxy starts to melt

When we become one."

"That, my love, is 'So Much' and I feel the same way about you. Everything melts away, and that's just when I look into your eyes," Edward purred. He started humming the melody to the song I had written for him for our first Christmas together. His eyes silently pleaded with me to grant his request and sing for him.

I took in a breath before beginning his song:

"When I look at you, I know that it is true.

I know that you are real. I know how you feel.

It's written in your eyes, and all the little sighs

That portray your happiness, in this, our wedded bliss.

Like the first time in the sun, I am constantly undone.

Lost in your love for me—It's where I want to be.

Know with all your heart, that I will never part

Your loving embrace, no matter what we face.

If ever I may be, where you cannot see,

Play this song I sing. Let my love for you ring

Loud through your ears to wash away all your fears.

You will find me soon, by a light brighter than the moon.

My love for you will shine as a beacon for all time.

I will wait for you, my only love, so true.

Together we will be for all eternity."

Edward crushed me to him, kissing every inch of my face that his lips could find. "And you wonder why I love you so much," he sighed, resting his head against mine.

"I just wonder how you put up with me, what with the way I'm so stubborn and always messing up. Like at Christmas."

"Bella, I don't expect you to be perfect. When I say that you are perfect, I mean that you are perfect for me, and I love you as you are, flaws and all." He lifted his head to look at me, and then pressed his lips against mine. He started to sing again:

"Turn my life around,

You made it okay to let you down.

There's no one else in the world,

You will always be my girl.

You will always be, you will always be, you will always be

My girl.

So when I'm walking down the road and feeling fine,

Can't understand the things you do,

Nothing turns out the way we planned,

You're still my baby and I'm still you're man."

"What was that, Edward?"

"It's called 'Better than Love' by a band called Griffin House. Bella, no matter how many times you mess up, I will always love you completely. Nothing you do can take away my love for you—nothing!"

"You know, that works both ways, Mr. Cullen," I said, leaning up and kissing his chin.

"You know what else works for me?" Edward purred, sliding his finger under the shoulder strap of the lingerie. "This outfit on you." He moved so that he was pressing me into the mattress, letting me feel just how much it was working for him. "I have one more thing to sing to you, love. You've heard it before, but I'm quite sure neither of us will ever tire of the meaning behind the words." Edward took an unnecessary breath and then started to sing to me.

"I'm here fallin' for you.

My heart's callin' for you."

I closed my eyes, remembering the day in the woods when he had first sang these words to me. I had just come back from visiting my mother. Our mutual frustration had been so intense that when we joined together, it felt like an explosion had occurred right on top of us, encasing us in its shockwaves. But it had only been our own energy, greatly magnified after our long separation. A satisfied smile spread across my face as I remembered what happened when Edward had stopped singing that day.

"I know I never can get enough.

Don't hold back one bit of your love.

Strong and steady for you.

I'm all ready.

Come on, baby, give me a little more you.

Come on, baby, give me—"

I rolled us over so that I was sitting on Edward's lap. I pressed my lips to his, cutting him off before he could finish singing the line. I'd had enough of songs and talking. My hands traveled back and forth across his chest, causing him to sigh as his muscles twitched beneath my fingertips. His hands tangled in my hair seconds before he flipped us, cradling my head as he allowed me to feel some of his weight on top of me. He paused to quickly remove the babydoll before attaching his lips to mine again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and seeking out mine. When he found it, we both moaned.

We spent some time kissing, touching, and playfully nipping as we rolled back and forth across the bed, exchanging control for short periods of time. I was surprised when he was the first to lose control, but shock quickly gave way to arousal as small growls escaped him and he put more of his weight on me. One of his hands slid across my skin, down to my hip, before ripping away my underwear. His impatience thrilled me and I did my best to kiss him harder, trying to show him I was enjoying everything he was doing.

He shifted on the bed, removing his own clothes, while refusing to let our kiss end, his tongue still twisted around mine. Multi-talented didn't seem like it could even start to cover what he was accomplishing tonight. His lips finally released mine as they trailed across my chin, against my neck, and down between my breasts. His lips and hands showered my chest with attention while he murmured words of love and adoration to me. His ability to speak in moments like this one always amazed me, and I knew it was because of how he had trained himself to always be aware of me when I was human.

Unable to get my voice to work, I grabbed his shoulders and opened my connection to him. His thoughts crashed into me, knocking me over with the intensity of his love for me.

'Bella. I love you. I love you. I love you. I wish I had a better word for how I feel for you. I wish I had more ways to show you. I would marry you again every single day of the week if you would let me. I love you so much, Bella.'

I managed to get my focus back and sent the thought that I could not speak. 'Edward, please!'

He knew what I was asking for and willingly obliged. The shock from suddenly hearing me must have given him back some of his control because while the kiss on my lips was rough, his entrance was slow and careful. I met every one of his thrusts, our bodies rocking together in perfect harmony, and our thoughts reduced to those three little words that meant more than either of us could express. We clung tightly to each other as we dove off the edge and drifted away on the waves of pleasure that surrounded us.

Soft kisses on my cheek and his velvet voice slowly drew me back into myself. I caught the end of his sentence, but I already knew the beginning since he had said it to me so many times. "…day of forever."

"Edward, say it again," I whispered, resting my face in the crook of his neck.

"Isabella, I will love you every single day of forever," he said.

I pressed my lips to the side of his neck. "Me, too, Edward," I sighed, trying to snuggle even closer to him. "Me, too."

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Thanks to lynzerxoxo for suggesting the song from Griffin House.

It's been awhile since I typed it, but it is certainly always implied: A HUGE round of applause and thanks to my beta-supreme, Ms. E.C. Cullen. You keep me on the right path and I am forever grateful for it!