A/n: YAY! FINALLY! AN UPDATE! - is what you should be thinking. Ahahaa.

This chapter is most definitely dedicated to ssherrill115 who has been rightfully kicking my ass for an update! Thanks for getting me back on track with this fic! Ahahaa…and sorry I didn't update yesterday for you…I TRIED! Seriously…then I got pulled away by real life…but yeah, this one's for you, hope you enjoy it! Ahaha…

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Disclaimer: Twilight? Not mine, sorry.

Warnings: This fic is rated M for a reason, okay? SEXYTIMMMEE! (Soon, I promise!)

Chapter 12

Bella POV

"I don't even know what a seven inch pan is!" Edward's voice was soft, but frantic. I was walking down the stairs when I heard him. I quietly made my way to the bottom, and stood standing at the door, pleasantly surprised that he was back - I hadn't been asleep for long.

I watched and listened to a few clangs and bangs as Edward searched through a cupboard, and finally produced a pan…but it was a bit bigger than seven inches. I watched him stick it on the hob, and smiled as he reached up and pinched the bridge of his perfect nose. As he reached upwards his shirt rose to reveal a sliver of silvery skin that had my mouth watering.

"Okay, okay. What now?" He hissed into the phone. "Uh, huh. Uh, huh."

I watched in amusement as he stuck what looked like a random square of butter into the pan, and turned the heat on. He did some stuff with a tablespoon, and a bowl which appeared to have some mixture or something in it. I had no idea what it was, but I had some idea.

"Why?" He suddenly exclaimed into the phone. "That's ridiculous!"

I held in bouts of laughter as he pinched the bridge of his nose again, ran his hand through his hair, then cursed, looking at his hand, and rinsed it under water. There was now batter in his hair - yup, he was definitely trying to make pancakes. I heard him huff, and watched him smear some butter around the pan with kitchen paper.

"Yeah, I got it…I know. Yes, okay. Fine. Then what?"

He grabbed a ladle from the counter, and dipped it into his bowl, then poured it into the pan. I lent against the door, and watched him.

"Huh? Oh!" He suddenly started to tip the pan from side to side, spilling some of the mixture as it slopped around. He managed to get some on his hand, and he jumped, almost throwing the pan away, because the mixture was a little bit warm. I held back a snigger.

After a couple of minutes of cooking, he grabbed a palette knife, and tried to turn the pancake over. Unfortunately, he'd not got the right technique, and managed to only flip half of it. He sighed loudly and turned the other half over as well. He let it cook for a few seconds, before lifting the pan, and dumping the pancake onto a plate to his left. Then he shoved the pan back onto the hob.

"Thanks, yeah, by mom." I suppressed one final giggle as he flipped his phone shut, and shoved it back into his back pocket. I watched him pick up the plate and examine the food that was sitting on it.

"Great presentational skills," I teased, but obviously he wasn't prepared to see me, since he dropped the plate, which promptly smashed on the floor as he jumped backwards.

I couldn't hold in my laughter any more, and found myself bent over at the waist, and in hysterics. Edward just stood there looking embarrassed. He was…blushing?!

I suddenly wished very much that I had my camera.

Finally, when my peals of laughter had died down, he let out a loud sigh, and crouched down to gather the pieces of the broken plate, and pancake that littered the floor.

"I suppose my attempts at breakfast are pretty pathetic, huh?" He muttered softly. The tone of his voice was so sad my heart felt ready to break. I walked up to him and joined him in his crouching, suddenly very aware that I was wearing a wrinkled white dress that I had slept in, and that I'd yet to have a shower, or clean my teeth.

"It was very sweet of you to try," I told him with a small smile, reaching out to clasp his hand in mine for a moment, and wondering whether this was appropriate…or whether he was even interested in me this morning.

He looked up at me, and this time there was something different in his eyes. Having picked up all of the broken plate and pancake, he stood up again, and walked over to stick it all in the bin. Then he made his way over to the table at the side of the room, and sat down on one of the wooden chairs that were clustered around it. Once there, he ran both hands through his gorgeous copper locks, and leaned an elbow on the table.

"God, Bella." He muttered softly, "I always seem to get it wrong with you. Every damn time. Maybe this is retribution."

I walked over to him, intending to ask him what he was talking about, but as soon as I got close enough, he reached out suddenly and grabbed me, turned me around, and pulled me backwards onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, and crushed me back into his chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and I could feel his breath on my skin.

"Retribution?" I questioned softly.

"Yeah," he whispered softly. Then he shifted a little. His head moved, and I felt his forehead fall and drop so it settled just under the bottom of my neck, at the top centre of my back. His arms wrapped squeezed more tightly around my waist, and he clung to me. "For being such a womanizing pig. It all goes wrong with the only girl I've ever wanted to be with."

I bit my lip. He wanted to be with me?

Be with me how?

"You…want to be with me?" I asked him hesitantly. He groaned.

"More than anything," he whispered, and began to place sweet kisses along my bare shoulders.

"Then why did you never bother with me before!" I exclaimed, using all of my stubborn strength to pull myself from his lap, "you kept sleeping with other people instead! You never even tried to touch me!"

His eyes widened to the size of small plates, and he stood up as well, his frame towering over me in a way that might have been almost scary, if I hadn't been so pissed.

"I don't think you understand," he said softly, his voice cracking a little, I decided to cut him off before he said anything more.

"I don't see what else there is to understand, Edward, you've only wanted to fuck me since I started wearing nice clothes!"

He balked, and I turned to leave; I made it about one and a half steps before his hand wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled he back to face him - his eyes captured mine before he spoke.

"I don't want to fuck you, Bella," he hissed, "I just want to make love to you."

A/n: Oh yes, I couldn't resist. I love cliff hangers. Mwhaha. Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll update real quickly this time…seriously! I KNOW this is really short, and nowhere near as awesome as it should have been, but the next chapter will be MEGA LONG….or at least, I'll try to make it mega long….PROMISE!