A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the wait. I went on a little vacation last week so this took a bit longer to get out. Anyway thanks so much for all of you who have been reading this story and even more love to my wonderful reviewers. You all make this process so much fun.

A huge thanks to Edwardrocksmysocks not only for her work with typos and grammatical errors but for her awesome ability to deal with my insecurities. If it wasn't for her I probably would have panicked and rewritten this chapter multiple times.

Meyer still owns Twilight.

Chapter 12

It's Not Over

Light was beginning to flood the room as I felt warm lips against my collar bones.

"Mmm" I purred.

I heard a faint chuckle as the lips descended across my chest. My body was instantly on alert as an electric current began to pulse beneath my skin.

"Wake up, love," Edward murmured. His lips focused on the valley between my breasts.

"Don't wanna," I sighed happily.

His mouth moved lower down my abdomen as his kisses became open mouthed. I shivered at the sensation.

"Wake up, Bella," his velvet voice cascaded across my skin.

"No," I said with a defiant smile. I kept my eyes closed as his mouth descended to the spot where I wanted it most.

"Oh God," I moaned as his lips found my clit. He began nipping and kissing softly and I couldn't keep my hips from bucking towards his face.

His ministrations grew in strength and speed and I realized this was the best morning I had ever had.

"You awake, yet?" Edward asked with a laugh; his face still buried between my thighs.

"Less talking," I sighed.

"As you wish."

His tongue ran across my center. My eyes opened widely as I enjoyed the view.

I jolted from the contact as his finger moved inside me.

"Oh God, yes," I groaned loudly. "Edward, I need you," I begged in a breathy voice.

Without words he lifted his face and began kissing his way back up my body.

"It's a shame, I was really enjoying myself." He smirked.

"Shut up," I laughed as I grabbed his biceps and pulled him down on top of me. I needed him now.

Edward kissed me passionately before hitching my legs over his hips and entering me smoothly.

"Fuck," he hissed as I gasped at the full feeling.

He pumped into me hard as his right hand tugged on my nipple, causing me to yell at the amazing pain.

"You like that don't you baby?" Edward panted.

"Hell yes," I moaned as he picked up speed. His thrusts grew in intensity and I gripped the bed sheets tightly to keep myself in place.

"Yes…I…I," I panted as he pelvis slammed against me with perfect rhythm.

"God Bella, I'm… so close."

"Please, baby….I..I'm there," I screamed out as my orgasm overtook me. My body shook violently from the intensity. Edward found his release with a loud moan seconds after.

He crawled off of me and laid back down on our bed. He pulled my body against his so that my back was against his chest with his arm draped over me.

I laid there, regaining my breath as Edward's hand mindlessly kneaded my breast.

I looked around the room and tried to take in my surroundings. This was our apartment in Seattle.

"How did we get here?" I asked with confusion.

"I don't know, just lucky I guess." I felt his smile against my shoulder.

I looked around again and started to feel out of place. We weren't here; we were at Esme and Carlisle's when I fell asleep.

"This isn't right. We're not here," I stammered.

"We could be," he sighed with a final kiss to my shoulder.

"Honey," a loud voice called.

"Honey," the feminine voice repeated.

I barely opened my eyes to see that I was in fact in the Cullen's living room. Renee was standing before me fully dressed for the day and looking far too awake for my taste.

"What Mom?" I asked with the irritation that normally found me early in the morning. Of course it was worse considering the hangover I was feeling, added with the fact that my dream was now over.

"I'm going to the store with Esme and Alaina. Do you need anything?" She asked. She looked like she was trying to suppress a laugh.

"Gatorade," I said immediately. "Lots of Gatorade."

"What flavor, dear?" She chuckled.

"Yellow," I mumbl showing my obvious aggravation.

"That doesn't sound like a flavor Bella," She sighed like I was annoying her.

"Everyone knows you don't refer to Gatorade by flavor. They are colors despite what the damn bottle says. Are you leaving yet?" I whined as I pulled the blanket up over my head.

"Touchy," Renee laughed before I heard more footsteps and a door closing.

I was almost back to sleep when I felt the gentle kneading on my boob that I had felt in my dream. My eyes popped open as I glanced down to see Edward's hand groping me. He was dead asleep but I knew I couldn't allow this.

Could I?

No.

I resisted the urge to elbow him awake and instead moved his hand down to where it rested on my side.

This only led to more problems as he pulled me tightly against him and nuzzled his nose into my neck. However, his nose was not the problem.

Edward was rock hard and pressed firmly against my ass. I fought with myself, against the desire to press myself into him.

"Edward," I whispered.

No response.

"Edward," I said a little louder.

This only caused him to sigh and press his cock against me further. I chose to ignore the meaningless moan that may have broken through my lips.

I shook his arm that was draped across me and spoke louder.

"Edward, wake up!"

I winced at the volume of my voice but he stirred and rolled around before looking at me.

"Jesus Christ. What Bella?" He demanded in a voice rough from sleep.

"Um…you were getting a bit too friendly with my butt." I blushed like he hadn't been there before.

Thankfully I saw his cheeks turn pink along with mine.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Are we in a cave?" He said with a quiet laugh as he looked up at the blanket that was over both of our heads.

"My mother," I sighed.

He nodded in understanding.

"Is anyone else up yet?" He asked while yawning.

"Nope…just us, as far as I know. I haven't heard anyone."

"How are you feeling?" I questioned.

"Not too bad. You?" He asked with concern.

"I've been better. I feel like there is a KISS concert going on behind my eyes," I said awkwardly. I don't know why this morning felt so much more intimate than the previous ones but for some reason it did.

"C'mere," Edward said gesturing to his stomach.

"No, really I'm okay," I lied.

"You know it'll make you feel better, now come here," he said as he tugged me closer to him.

I resisted and let him move me so that my head was resting on his firm abs.

Both of his hands moved to my head and began to massage my temples in a gentle clockwise motion. He used to do this when we were together whenever I had a headache. It did help. For some reason only his hands had the ability to stop the throbbing.

It felt wrong to let him do this for me but it felt too right to make him stop.

"Are you happy Bella?" He questioned after a moment of silence.

I was quiet for a minute as I debated my answer.

"Yes," I said trying to sound confident.

I felt his stomach flex under my head as he chuckled lightly.

"You always were a shit liar."

"Fine, what about you? Are you happy?" I asked stubbornly.

"No," he responded immediately.

I sat up a bit and moved so I could see his face.

"You're a big shot photographer now. It's what you always wanted. How are you not happy?" I asked, confused.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," he sighed as he pulled me so my head was nestled in the crook of his arm.

I draped my arm across his chest, well aware that the feeling of home that accompanied this position was dangerous territory.

"I don't understand," I said, careful not to angle my face toward his. Morning breath was not a good thing.

He inhaled sharply through his nose. "You know the old saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone'?"

"Yeah."

"It couldn't be more true." He paused for a moment and looked in my eyes as though he was trying to see into my soul. It was unnerving and sensual at the same time.

"Bella I don't know if I haven't been clear enough or if I haven't laid all my cards on the table but—just so I don't leave thinking that I left something unsaid—I want you. I want us to be an 'us' again. I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms and go to sleep every night with your body pressed against mine. I want to be yours and have you know that I will never again be stupid enough to repeat my past mistakes." He spoke without breaking eye contact.

Silence fell in our makeshift fort as his words fought their way through my weakening wall of resolve and anger.

"Edward...I don't know what-"

"Rise and shine, lazy asses," Emmett's obnoxiously loud voice bellowed as he ripped the blankets off of our heads.

"Oh, shit…I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" Emmett asked nervously as he took in our close proximity.

"No," I said at the same time as Edward said yes.

"Um, who's hungry?" Emmett asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I took the only out that was offered.

Yes I was a coward but I truly had no idea what I was going to say to Edward. I wasn't blind enough not to realize that I could love him again, like I had. I knew that and that is what scared me to death.

"I am," I jumped up a little too quickly and fell back on the bed from the dizziness.

"You okay?" Edward asked as he helped me into a sitting position.

"Yeah," I mumbled as I moved into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

As soon as I was finished in the bathroom I went to join Emmett and Edward in the living room.

"Where are Charlie and Carlisle?" I asked as I snuck a piece of bacon from the plate that Emmett was putting it on.

"Mmm," I moaned at the wonderfully fattening taste.

"Cooked to perfection Em. Thank you."

"Ah, I can't take the credit. I'm pretty sure Mom made it before she left. Oh and Charlie took Dad fishing. Jasper and I are going to go meet them after breakfast. You want to go Edward?"

Edward's eyes darted to me for a split second and I tried to convince myself that it meant nothing.

"No, you know I think I'm feeling a little worse for the wear after last night. I think I'm going to lounge around here until I feel better."

"Pansy, you didn't even drink that much last night," Jasper laughed from the entryway.

"Shut up, I could still kick your ass," Edward retorted with a raised eyebrow.

The two sat around and talked trash while they ate. Emmett was giving me strange glances over his mug of coffee.

"So where is your blushing bride this morning?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"In bed," he grumbled. "Harpy kicked me out because she said I was breathing too loud."

He was pouting like a child and I had to laugh at the swell of his cheeks.

"Poor baby, maybe you shouldn't have let her drink so much last night." I chuckled as I snagged another piece of pork heaven.

"Yeah you do realize you were talking about Rosalie and you used the word 'let'," he scoffed.

"Like I can stop her from doing anything she wants to do."

I just nodded because it was true.

As soon as Jasper and Emmett left the house the big mouth brigade came traipsing through the front door. All three women burst through the door laughing—well cackling—like hens at something and didn't notice me gripping my head in agony.

Edward, who was sitting right beside me on the now put away couch, began rubbing my back soothingly.

"Do you mind?" He asked our mothers.

"Sorry," Esme mumbled as the other two just carried on laughing.

"Sweetheart if you're going to drink you had better learn to handle the hangover," Alaina said as she patted me on the head.

"I can handle it just fine if you three could go find a cauldron to make that kind of noise over." I was being bitch but damn they were loud.

"Someone needs to get some," the woman who supposedly birthed me said with a laugh. I scowled at her but mainly because it was true.

I had done fairly well holding my own against my ex-Adonis but damn if he wasn't starting to have an effect on me physically.

"So what are your plans for today?" I ask politely, trying to make up for my bratty behavior.

"We are planning on heading into the city to do some shopping. You want to go?" She said as she tossed me a bottle of my requested Gatorade.

I greedily chugged half the bottle before answering. "No, I'm good."

"Suit yourself." She smiled as the ladies went away to do something.

"Did you have anything you wanted to do today?" Edward asked gently.

"No, not really. That is my plan for the day, to do nothing," I said with a sigh as I fell back against the couch.

"Sounds good," he replied with a smile. God I loved his smile.

Edward and I both turned as we heard heavy footsteps clomping down the stairs.

"I hate you all," Rosalie groaned as she trudged her way toward us. She flopped down in the nearest chair and scowled at nothing.

"Not feeling so hot, princess?" Edward laughed. She responded with her usual class and raised her middle finger.

"I don't want to go to Seattle today," Rose whined.

"Why are you going to Seattle?" I asked confused.

"I have some things for tomorrow that I've been stashing at my house that I have to pick up. We'll leave in about an hour," she said with her face in her hands.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"What? We're leaving in about an hour that should give you enough time to get ready right?"

"It would if I was going, but I'm not," I said strongly.

Rose looked at me and blinked a couple times before speaking.

"What do you mean you aren't going?" She sounded confused.

"Just what I said. You told me today was going to be a free day, so I'm taking it."

I noticed Edward scoot a few inches away from me as Rose and I stared each other down.

"Fine," she broke first.

"I love you." I smiled just to make sure she wasn't really overly upset.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going to get in the shower. If Alice comes down tell her I'll be ready in a few.

Once she left the room. Edward began to snicker.

"What is so funny?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing that was just impressive." He grinned.

I huffed as I got up to throw myself into the other shower. I tried not to think about anything regarding Edward. I was pretty sure, however, that my thinking about not thinking of him negated that entire plan.

By the time I got out of the shower I was feeling much better. I spent plenty of time in the bathroom drying my hair and putting on my make up with precision. There was nothing wrong with wanting to look nice while lounging around the house, right?

I made my way into the living room to find Edward stretched across the sofa flipping through the guide list on the television.

"Hey," I called to get his attention.

"Hey." He smiled up at me.

"Did everyone head out?" I asked as I looked around.

"Yeah, you just missed them. You feel better?" He asked sounding concerned.

"So much better. So…what do you want to do?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well let's just hang out, like we used to do. What would we have done…before?" He asked patting the seat on the couch that was now open beside him.

My cheeks turned pink because I knew good and well what we would have been doing before with an empty house.

Edward laughed nervously and ran a hand through his hair.

"I guess that was a stupid question, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him.

"You want to go for a run?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he still ran but we used to run together almost every morning when we were in college.

"Sounds great," he said with a smile.

We both went to get ready for a run and met each other at the door.

"Are you ready for this?" Edward teased.

"Please, let's see if you can keep up. Seems to me that you've gotten a little soggy around the middle since you moved?" I lied my ass off.

"If you say so." He grinned before pulling his tank top over his head.

I should have kept my mouth shut. I resisted the urge to run my hand down his abs and hit the ground running. I completely bypassed my normal warm up and sprinted away from him.

"Trying to show off, Isabella?" Edward said as he closed the distance between us.

I pushed myself harder as we hit the road and tried to keep my eyes ahead of me instead of on the fine specimen beside me. Neither one of us spoke as we ran. The only sounds filling the air were our breathing and the noise from our shoes slapping against the pavement.

We ran together and ran hard. I was breaking every single rule of running that I knew. Neither of us had a cool down instead we raced each other without words as soon as the Cullen's property came into view.

I was huffing and puffing as we reached the yard and both of us collapsed on the damp, cool grass.

We both stayed on the ground trying to catch our breath before Edward stood and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. We silently began stretching out the muscles in our legs.

"We probably should have done that before your shower," Edward commented as I wiped sweat from my brow.

"Another one won't kill me." I smiled.

It was getting entirely too comfortable to be with him. Despite the nerves, I still felt more like myself than I had in years. He owned a part of me that he took with him when he left. It was nice to have it back but terrifying to realize the type of power he held.

I excused myself to get cleaned up again and Edward followed suit. An hour later we were gathered around the television watching a marathon of Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns. Edward sang the theme song with enthusiasm causing me to laugh and toss popcorn at him while trying not to sing along.

By the third episode he had gotten more dramatic in his musings simply to make me laugh. I decide to ruin his plans to tease him. I locked my arms across my chest as I frowned at the television.

"You're not as cute as you think you are," I sighed without making eye contact.

"Is that so?" He questioned scooting the tiniest bit closer.

"Mhmm," I mused.

I chance a look at him and see his face covered in mischief.

He begins making stupid faces at me and I fight like hell to keep my face from cracking.

"Do you remember the time you yelled at Alice when she cut your bangs while you were asleep?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth he pushes out his bottom lip and makes his chin quiver. He's sucking in air in short bursts like a fish. It was an exact replica of Alice's expression when I chewed her out.

I'm working really hard at not laughing at him.

"What about Charlie when he caught me feeling you up that one time?" He puffed out his cheeks and held his breath until his face turned as red as Charlie had. The scowl he has in place pushes me over the edge and a small chuckle breaks through my lips.

I quickly suppress it and try to stare back at the television.

"C'mon Bella, where is the goofy girl I used to know?" He says lightly as he stalks toward me on the couch.

I choose not to answer him because the answer to that question would kill any fun we hoped to have today.

"Sing with me," he demands with a grin. He's on his knees in front of me. He grabs my wrists in his hands and starts flinging my arms around like some sort of demented version of a rapper and not at all like Will Smith.

"Stop it," I laugh.

"Oh no, don't laugh," he chuckles. He drops my hands and began tickling my sides.

"Stop it Edward…I swear to God," I gasp out as his hands assault my ribs with more enthusiasm.

I shift and wiggle trying to free myself from Edward's favorite means of torture but I somehow manage to simply worm myself underneath him. His knees are straddling my hips.

"Edward, stop. I mean it." I laugh loudly negating the seriousness of my words.

"No you don't," he laughs as he keeps tickling my ribs.

"Edward," I pant.

I'm able to weekly grasps his wrists and pull them away from my body. Big mistake. His arms swing out causing his chest to fall down on mine.

We're locked in a staring contest, his eyes only six inches from mine.

Neither of us is breathing.

"Bella," he whispers as he slowly lowers his lips to mine.

I need to stop him.

I want to stop him.

I don't want him to stop.

His lips press gently to mine and my body feels alive for the first time in a long time.

"Tell me to stop. If you don't want this, don't want me, then tell me to stop now," He murmurs against my lips.

"Don't stop," I whisper and mold my lips back to his. His hands brush my hair away from my face and his lips move along my jaw to my ear lobe. He nips and nibbles on it driving me insane. The bricks of my defenses lay scattered on the ground.

I don't care about how bad this is going to hurt tomorrow.

I don't care that this is going to make it that much harder to leave him again.

I don't care that I'm probably making myself look cheap.

I want him, now.

"Now, please," I beg.

He moans in response and eagerly pulls my shirt over my head. In what feels like the same moment he manages to unhook my bra and glide it down my arm.

"So beautiful," he says against the swell of my breast.

My hands move up and down his back, beneath his shirt, with fervor. I manage to wrench the offensive material over his head and grip his back tightly.

Edward leans up on his knees and my body screams at his brief absence. As he begins removing the denim from my legs and then his I take in every inch of him. He's slightly buffer than he was a few years ago but still fairly lean.

His skin feels smoother than I remember, though I could be imagining it. Every inch of him is still gorgeous but no longer in a boyish way. I'm not sure specifically what makes me think that but f he seems to look manlier than the boy I had been in love with.

"God you're gorgeous," I mumble so low I didn't expect him to hear. His laughter tells me he has in fact heard my musings.

"Thank you." He smirks. "Though I doubt it's a fair statement when in your presence."

I roll my eyes at him and pull his now naked body back to mine. I run my fingers roughly through his hair while he kisses me.

His right hand moves down the side of my body until he reaches my hip. His thumb draws circle on my thigh and I thrust toward him without intention.

"This is what you want?" He asks again. His eyes are searching mine, looking for an answer.

"Yes. I want you, Edward," I growl.

I'm not sure why he's making this so difficult. He of all people should be used to sex without strings.

EPOV:

She wants me. She wants us.

My mouth begins a frenzied assault on Bella's body as I try to grab my jeans and pull out my wallet. I find the condom and roll it on quickly. Bella's eyes move to my cock and I see a strange look pass her face as she registers the condom. It's gone before I can figure it out.

I run my fingers up and down between Bella's lips; she is wet and ready. She moans under the command of my fingers and I have to taste her. I lean down and use my tongue to turn up the volume of her moans.

"Now, please," she begs.

Who am I to deny my angel?

I thrust into her smoothly and pause at the tight sensation. I have to kiss her. Her lips are fused to mine as our tongues move in tandem.

I hope I'm conveying every bit of elation I'm feeling in this kiss.

Her hips grind into mine and urge me to move.

I can barely concentrate on speed or rhythm because she feels so damn good.

"Shit, Bella…so good," I moan as I thrust into her quickly.

Our hands don't leave one another's bodies as I push us both toward the brink.

"Oh, God, don't stop. Please don't stop," Bella begs with closed eyes.

I move inside her quicker instinctively knowing how close she is. I feel her tighten around me and her nails dig into my shoulders.

"Edward," she moans as her body begins to shake. Her orgasm is my undoing and I find my release.

I collapse on top of her, resting on my elbows on the couch on either side of her. I want to stay pressed against her forever, but this isn't a movie. We're both hot and sweaty and we're on my parent's couch in their living room. Holy shit they'll kill us if they find out. Well not us, me.

"We should probably…" I mumble as I raise myself off of Bella.

"Yeah…," she says as she awkwardly searches for her shirt.

I can feel how uneasy she is and I have to calm her.

"Hey," I grab her chin gently. "That was amazing. You are amazing," I say as I kiss her again. Only this time she doesn't respond like before. Her lips stay mainly closed and she pulls away fairly quickly and begins getting dressed.

I move quickly to the down stairs bathroom and get rid of the condom and then we put our clothes back on in silence. Once we're clothed we're both standing in the living room staring at each other, neither of us knowing how to express our feelings given the amazing gravity of what just happened.

She runs her finger beneath her bottom lip and takes a deep breath.

"That was fun." She smiles. Fun? Not the word I would have used but not at all inaccurate.

"Um…I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything to the guys about this." She looks at me hopefully. I'm trying not to be offended that she would think so little of me as to ask me that.

"Of course not," I say, hiding my annoyance.

"Thank you. I just don't want anyone to find out and think this was more than it was. If anyone found out they would instantly assume we were getting back together and neither of us wants to deal with that," she laughs nervously.

What the hell?

A/N: um...yeah. I got nothing. I should probably hide, huh? Well, let me know what you think. I'll send you a teaser if you don't send me a death threat. ; )