A/N I don't own Twilight

Thanks to Lels2768 and Jacksonscupcake. Sherry, I hope you feel better soon.


- Edward -

The morning after has never been so sweet. She's here, in my arms. I have dreamed this would happen, but nothing compares to reality, to this. Her body alongside mine. My hand on her hip, my arm curling around the small of her back. She's sleeping still, her breathing deep and relaxed.

So calm.

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Silken skin and satin hair, she is a miracle. Brushing her cheek with the back of my fingers, I can't resist touching her. Her arm resting around my waist, her thigh over mine. Her body warm with sleep, radiating against me. My fingers trail down, unable to stop.

So soft.

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She stirs, moans softly in her slumber, making me remember her earlier moans of pleasure in my ear. So erotic, so impossibly delectable. She gave me everything and more. I found her spots, her secret places. So beautiful in her desire. No inhibitions. She told me that it was because of me. Only for me.

So wonderful.

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Shall I wake her? Desire rises as my hand travels south. Dips and curves, she's so entirely perfect. I tease soft nipples into pebbled peaks. Eyes still closed, her body reacts. A deeper breath, a minute shift. She's awake and arching. Lips at my ear, nipping at the lobe. Yes.

So perfect.

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We make love again, warm and slow still from our sleep. I turn us around and lift her over me. My hands on her hips, her chest resting on mine. Her weight so delicious. Moving fluidly, rising up and away. Her hair cascading down her back as her head tips in pleasure.

So sensual.

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I give her my all, I want everything and more. She loves me, she loves me. And I love her. It's not awkward or painful. We know each other like no other. Not shy anymore, she takes lead in her pleasure. Not holding back, her sounds fill my head with raw desire.

So beautiful.

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Breakfast at the patisserie I've come to love. We finally talk, about school, about life. Her parents, mine. Coffee, more coffee. She still uses milk. I didn't forget. I make her laugh, silly stories about antics in school. I love her laugh, but love to kiss her more. Her lips taste like cherries.

So delicious.

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Classmates stop by, it's a popular place to be. Greeted by friends, I introduce her with a smile. They look, grinning. Congratulate me. Agree to meet later, whenever. Right now, I just want her. Just need her with me. And she's here, with me. Mine.

So incredible.

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We talk, and talk. Buy groceries and go home, suddenly eager to be alone. Tumbling into bed, I can't get enough of her. Let's stay here forever. As long as I have her, I have all that I need. Touching, exploring. My fingertips tracing every inch, every patch. To learn, to see, to memorize.

So lovely.

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She's sore, she smiles. She needs a break. Running a bath, we sit in the water. Cradling her hips between my legs, my arms around her tiny waist. Kissing her temple, her neck, the lobe of her ear. She sighs and relaxes, her body heavier against mine. I close my eyes, inhaling her essence.

So content.

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She cooks as I study. Exams coming up, they won't wait for my girl. She understands, is quiet for hours, reading a book with her feet in my lap. Never gets bored, never impatient. Rubs my back when the tension builds up. She's all that I need and then some.

So caring.

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We go on dates as we should have done earlier. Go to the park, go out for dinner. Drown in each other's eyes and let the food go cold as the waiter laughs indulgently. Make out until she's breathless and her lips are so swollen I want to kiss them some more.

So luscious.

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We explore and we learn. What we love, what we hate. Friendship is not relationship and the first fight becomes fact. You cry, I'm upset. Leaving you in my anger, I have to calm down. Shame and guilt drive me back home, where you are on the couch. Your eyes still red.

So lost.

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We make amends, with a hug and a kiss. A tug and a caress. Roaming hands, in my hair, on my back. Tender love with gentle ministrations, we find our way back to each other. We can survive this, of course we can. She looks into my eyes, and she smiles again. So sweet.

So trusting.

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She stays until Christmas and we fly home together. But time moves too quickly and apprehension grows. I don't want to leave her. And then she steps up to me, tentative and shy. "I'm coming with you. I hope that's okay." I have no words. She's coming with me.

So happy.