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Getting Reacquainted

BPOV

I woke up a bit bewildered as I looked around the sparse motel room. My heart began to flutter when I felt Edward shift beside me, tightening his grip around the skin of my waist. I blushed slightly, realizing I was laying in his arms in nothing but my underwear and a thin cotton t-shirt that had ridden up my stomach overnight, exposing the skin of my waist to the delicious contact with the skin of his arm. I could feel Edward's breath blowing past my ear with every exhale, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, relishing in how grateful I was that everything turned out to be a huge misunderstanding and I was back in his arms where I knew I belonged.

My body melted under his touch as I relished in the contact of our bodies; my mind reeled in conflict between my desire to wake him and his need for more sleep. I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table that read one in the afternoon. I had no clue what time we had arrived, but I guessed it was probably somewhere around four thirtyish since we only made two brief stops for kisses along the way.

Just as I was deciding to let him sleep at least another hour before I tried to wake him, my stomach let out a loud roar. I felt him shift and chuckle into my neck.

"I take it somebody's hungry."

I nodded, "I guess so. I haven't eaten since before we left yesterday. My stomach is revolting!"

He laughed, tugging my waist for me to roll to face him. He drifted his hand up and down along my waist before ghosting it over the side of my face.

"You look really cute with pillow wrinkles on your face."

I groaned and rolled my eyes, he just chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he leaned forward and kissed my lips. I tried to pull away, claiming morning breath as my excuse, but he wouldn't hear of it.

He forced me back to his side where he kissed me hard and refused to let go until I returned the kiss. I finally did and we kissed a few minutes before his stomach mimicked my own. We groaned and pulled ourselves out of bed to get dressed and find some lunch.

As we dressed, I asked where he wanted to go. He told me that in the little time they had talked, Tanya mentioned working at a little diner in town, asking if I minded if we went there. I shook my head, knowing that we needed to find Tanya sooner rather than later. We needed to be back down in the Minneapolis area for their training to start early Tuesday morning for the livefire shoot house. We were going to meet the rest of the boys with their luggage there late Monday night. That meant we had a little over thirty hours to find Tanya, deal with Elizabeth, and meet the boys back outside of Minneapolis.

We pulled up in front of the small greasy spoon diner, walking into the drab dining room full of hideous yellow formica covered counter tops and tables. The barstools at the counter and chairs were full of rips and tears and the booths, which were once probably white or cream, were now a nicotine yellow from years of cigarette smoke and greasy foods. As soon as crossed the threshold, Edward began to scan the room for the strawberry blonde hair that I had seen on Friday night. I followed him to a booth in the middle of the restaurant and continued to scan the room before picking up our menus with a sigh.

I scanned the menu, looking at all the heart clogging options that were probably incredibly delicious. My father's penchant for greasy spoons meant I spent many a meal sitting next to Emmett in booths similar to this one, elbowing each other in the ribs and arguing over which set of silverware was ours. One thing was definitely typical, the place might be a bit gross looking, but as a rule the food, while highly greasy, was usually equally as good.

I eyed the salmon patty warily; unsure of whether I should actually trust fish in a place like this before finally deciding on a run of the mill cheeseburger and cheese fries. I was just putting the menu down when I noticed a strawberry blonde ponytail dancing in the side door by the kitchen, disappearing into the back room.

"Edward, I think I might have just seen her come in that door over there and go to the back room. All I saw was her hair though, so I might be wrong." I whispered leaning across the table toward him.

He instantly reached his hand out to grab mine on the tabletop as he turned his gaze in the direction I indicated. At that moment, the strawberry blonde came out, freezing in place before a look of relief washed over her perfect features. She rushed to our table with a small smile.

"Oh God, Edward…I'm so glad you're alright! I tried to check on you at the hospital, but they said that you left without being released. I was so worried." At this point, she finally noticed I was there and glanced over at me with an uneasy expression.

"Tanya, this is my girlfriend, Bella. Bella, this is my childhood friend, Tanya."

I smiled, removing my right hand from his in order to reach out and shake hers. "Hi Tanya, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

Her face melted from uneasy to one full of apology. "Oh God, Bella, I'm so sorry about everything. If you're here, I know you know the truth now, but honestly, Edward didn't do anything. I kissed him and then he pulled me away and said that he didn't feel that way about me and that he was in love with you. I'm so sorry that you saw what you saw."

I nodded and squeezed her hand quickly in an attempt to reassure her. "It's okay, Tanya. I understand. It was all a ridiculously crazy misunderstanding from the beginning. All of us made mistakes, but that's all it was. It's fine."

She smiled at me so sweetly. It made my heart ache to see how absolutely gorgeous she was when she smiled. I would have been jealous if my mind weren't more prominently plagued with the concept that any guy had ever had balls enough to cheat on someone as beautiful as her. It just goes to show that it really doesn't matter how beautiful a person is on the outside, nobody is immune to heartbreak.

I scooted over, gesturing for her to sit next to me. Edward reached across the table to claim my hand again.

She looked at our grasped hands and smiled sadly. "I assume you're back to find out more about Elizabeth?"

He nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. I squeezed back in commiseration. I watched Tanya reach in her pocket, digging around as she continued to speak.

"I figured you would be back here sometime to find out how to reach her, so I wrote down all of her information for you." She fished out a small envelope, handing it over to Edward. He grabbed it, sitting it in front of him on the table, staring at it like it held the secrets to the universe.

"I called her and told her I saw you. She wants to see you. She had to leave town today, but she will be home late tonight. She said she will keep her schedule clear all day tomorrow, so call her in the morning okay?"

He nodded mutely, looking forlornly down at the folded piece of white paper.

"I guess I've disrupted your lives enough for one century, I better get to work before Morty fires me."

The light faded from her eyes as she stood up, adjusting her apron. My heart skipped a beat. Before I even realized what I was doing I reached my left hand out to grab her arm.

"Tanya?"

She looked at me questioningly.

"Do you have plans tonight?"

She shook her head, still looking a bit apprehensive.

"How about we take you to dinner tonight? It will give you and Edward a chance to catch up a bit since my brother spoiled the reunion. Maybe afterward, we can go get a drink or something."

At first she looked surprised, then the surprise morphed into a bright smile that twinkled in her eyes, making her even more radiant than ever before as tears pooled along her lower eyelids.

"That would be really nice, Bella. Thank you. I get off at seven, would it be okay if we met somewhere at eight?"

I smiled and nodded. "Name the place."

She tapped her pencil on her bottom lip, "How about we meet here and then we can talk about it and decide where we want to go from there?"

"Sounds like a plan," I replied with a smile.

She looked around and then back at us with a frown.

"Nobody's even gotten you drinks yet, have they?"

I shook my head. "Well, I'm sorry. What would you like?"

We both ordered and as she walked away, I looked back at Edward for the first time since he got the envelope to see him staring at me with a wide smile and soft eyes.

"What?"

"I love you." He said reaching out to take my hand again rubbing is thumb across the back.

I giggled, "I already knew that, but what's the look for?"

He smirked and shook his head. "Just proud of you, that's all."

I gave him a funny look and shrugged.

He shook his head again before reaching back up to fidget with the envelope.

"So, are you going to open it or just fidget with it all day?"

He looked up and back down again speaking to the envelope. "I'm not sure I want to open it. Do I really want to open up this can of worms? My life is good now, do I really want her to even step one hair back into it? She abandoned me, she came back one time when I was a teenager trying to get her hands on my money and I never heard from her again even though she lives less than a day's drive away from me. Do I really want to give someone like that a chance to weasel their way back in?"

I sighed, reaching both of my hands to grab his, holding them between us. "Look at me honey."

He looked up lowly, the pain and conflict glittering in his eyes.

"The choice is yours, but honestly, I think you need to talk to her and get things off of your chest. You never really dealt with all the things you felt when she left you behind. You never really had any closure. If nothing more, you get your chance to tell her how you feel, get it off your chest. Maybe once you clear the air, you can move on with your life knowing that now she knows just how badly she hurt you. I'll be there by your side and hold your hand the whole time."

He smiled dimly and sighed with a nod. Tanya came back, setting our glasses in front of us with a smile and a wink at me before heading to a new table that had just come in. Edward let one of my hands go to take a long drink, but continued to hold the other tightly in his hand as though it were a lifeline.

We ate in relative silence as he would glare from time to time at the envelope by his plate. By the time we finished our food and stood to leave, the envelope was still sealed tightly. He slid it into his back pocket.

Tanya was running register when he walked up to the counter. He put down a hundred dollar bill and walked away. She called out for him, but he just smiled and waved as the door closed behind him.

Her eyes turned to me and widened. I smiled, nodding. She shook her head in disbelief as I opened the door and walked out to join him in his car.

We drove in silence to the motel. When we entered the room, Edward gathered his things to take a shower as I picked up my phone to call Emmett.

"Hey Brother Bear, I just thought I'd call to let you know we made it safely."

"Thanks Squirt, how are things going?"

I sighed, "As well as can be expected. We don't get to see Elizabeth until tomorrow, but we did have a nice talk with Tanya. We're taking her to dinner tonight."

"Uh, excuse me?"

I giggled, "Relax bro, it was all my idea. She seems like a nice girl and I owe her a chance, not to mention that they were best friends when they were kids. They deserve the chance to catch up."

Emmett cleared his throat. "Just be careful, kiddo. I don't want you to get hurt."

I couldn't help but smile. "It's all fine Em. I trust him. We talked most of the way up here. It gave us a chance to sort a lot of things out. We're good...trust me."

He sighed, "Alright. I woke up to a few things this weekend and I do trust you, both of you. I saw exactly how devoted he is to you. I never thought I'd see the day, but he really is. I honestly don't think he'll hurt you on purpose, but I don't know this girl from Adam, and considering what happened last time..."

"Em, don't worry. I trust him and that's the important part. If my instincts are right, I think I can trust her too. Oh, speaking of discussions on the car ride up, when you come meet us, could you please bring my laptop and Dad's service revolver?"

"And why the hell do I need to bring Dad's Ruger?" He growled into the phone, annoyance brewing in his voice.

"I'm going to hit a shooting range while we're in the area and bush up on my skills. I haven't picked up a gun in nearly seven years. I think it would make me feel better to brush up on my skills."

Emmett was quiet for a while before he finally started to stutter a bit. "I...I...I don't know about this, Bells."

Shoot, big bro might not be as cool with it as I thought. "Emmett Charles! You know full well I know my way around a weapon and a firing range. If you won't take me, then I'll just find a place myself once we're home and go on my own. I'd think you'd rather you and/or Edward were there to help me out and keep an eye on me than for me to go on my own."

Emmett sighed before chuckling darkly. "So Annie Oakley's going to make a reappearance, huh? I thought once I got you out of the country that I would break you of that addiction."

I laughed openly, "Oh Em! You know full well that there's no such thing...once a gunhead, always a gunhead!"

He laughed in response. We chatted a bit longer before I told him I was going to go take care of their luggage and check out of their rooms.

I grabbed the keys for the boys' hotel rooms and began shifting their luggage into the back of the Volvo, before taking the keys up to the office to check them out. By the time I made it back to our room, Edward was out of the shower, sitting on the bed, his towel tied around his waist with the envelope in his hand turning it over and over again.

I crossed the room, sitting behind him in silence, running my fingers though his hair a few times comfortingly. I leaned forward, placing a peck on his shoulder blade before getting up and assembling my things to take my shower.

As the hot water pounded my neck and back, my mind continued to worry about Edward. He was being so quiet and reserved; I hoped that he was going to be okay. I stepped out of the steamy bathroom with the towel secured around my chest.

Edward was still sitting on the bed in his towel. The envelope was now on the floor at his feet, his hands buried in his hair. I wanted to rush over and hold him and make him talk, but I resisted the impulse, knowing he needed his space to think.

I towel dried my hair and began to run my comb through the numerous tangles that managed to hold on in spite of my double hit of conditioner. I closed my eyes, humming along to a song trapped in my head, as the comb finally began to pull smoothly through my hair from root to tip. Just as I was pulling the comb through for the last time, I felt a pair of strong arms circle my waist and a pair of soft lips caress my neck.

I opened my eyes to see Edward's green irises burning into my reflection. His hands began to float up and down my sides over the terry cloth of the towel. Our eyes stayed locked in the glass of the mirror as he began to shift his lips across my shoulders and neck kissing and nipping as he went with the occasional sigh.

"Mmmm, Bella, you taste so good. I was thinking now might be a good time to finish what I started at Alice's before we were so rudely interrupted. What do you think, my love?"

I groaned as his right hand slipped through the opening of the towel, ghosting across the bare flesh of my stomach. It hovered there a while before roaming up to trail across my left breast, teasing my already aroused nipples as I moaned, relaxing back against his body, resting my head on his left shoulder.

"Are…are you sure you're in the mood to do this sweetheart?" I asked nearly unable to recognize my voice with the breathy quality it possessed in that moment.

I saw his lips curve up in the mirror. He shifted is lower body closer to mine proving to me exactly how in the mood he really was. I moaned again, nibbling my lip, feeling myself growing moist in anticipation.

I began to blush and my throat grew tighter as he reached up, untucking the top of my towel, letting it pool at my feet. He sighed, reaching around me to roam my now completely exposed body with his hands, his gaze moving up and down my reflection in the mirror.

He nibbled on my ear before grazing his nose against it and whispering, "You are beautiful, my Bella, so incredibly beautiful. The fact that you shave is sexy as fuck. I thought I had felt that last week, but I wasn't sure since we were interrupted so fast."

His hands found a home on my breasts. He watched intently as his hands caressed and teased them. I arched into his hand and against his erection, which was now tenting his towel that was now in peril of falling to the floor as well.

After a few minutes, I turned to face him, leaning against the counter and removing the towel. I felt a sense of pride knowing what stood at attention beneath was all for me.

I reached out, clasping his hair in both hands and pulling his mouth to mine to devour his lips and tongue in eagerness. His mouth slowly began to drift away and down my chest to tease at my nipples. I arched and moaned loudly in response.

I felt him smirk against my chest as he mumbled, "All I can say is, Thank God Emmett is nine hours away today, because I fully intend to make you scream until you can't speak!"

With that, he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed where he tossed me before crawling up my body on is hand and knees. The look in his eyes nearly sent me over the edge right then and there. When he reached my face, he settled over me as his mouth met mine with staggering passion, his hands resumed their exploration of my body and soon his mouth joined his hands.

I swear that there wasn't a single part of my body the man missed as he kissed and licked his way back and forth and up and down, causing me to gasp and moan and yet ignoring the place I wanted him the most. Finally, unable to stand it anymore, I grabbed his head and forced him to look up at me as I begged with all I had.

"Edward, PLEASE, please, Edward!"

He smirked, his eyes growing almost black with desire as he kissed around my bellybutton.

"Please what, my beautiful Bella? Please kiss you some more?"

I shook my head no, "Please stop?"

My head shot up, "Oh, Hell NO!"

He chuckled before letting his hand ghost down to my thigh, teasing back and forth toward my heated core.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" He asked, letting his fingers barely brush where I wanted them.

I arched and gasped loudly. "Oh yes, please, please, yes."

He growled, leaning down, keeping his eyes on mine as he devoured me through long vibrating moans. I bucked and thrashed, screaming and grasping his hair in my hands, arching myself into him over and over as he brought me over the edge. He never stopped until he brought me over the edge again, screaming his name with a hoarse, over taxed voice. I had never ever felt anything remotely like the euphoria Edward's touches provided.

My whole body was like a sweaty pool of gasping jello. He kissed his way back up to my mouth. With shaky hands, I grabbed him and pulled him to my lips, thanking him with the most enthusiastic kiss my completely spent body could muster. He settled next to me, kissing my face and burying is nose in my neck with a smug expression on his face…and holy shit did he ever deserve to be smug.

My chest was still heaving as I finally managed to formulate a comment. "Oh holy shit…that was amazing! Thank…you…that was...wow…I mean…WOW! Can we…do that again…later?"

He chuckled and caressed my face, nodding. I could feel he still had issues of his own that needed taken care of. I reached a shaky hand down to caress him, but he groaned at the contact. I knew I wouldn't be able to blow him right now if my life depended on it after having two of the hardest orgasms of my life back to back, so I settled instead on jacking him off. He didn't last long before he melted next to me, boneless and panting.

"My God, you are so amazing, Bella. I am the luckiest fucking man in the world," he said. I felt his fingers pull through my now only slightly damp hair. He picked up the alarm clock from the bedside table, setting it, before he wrapped both hands around me, cuddling me as I lay atop his chest limply. We drifted off together in a blissful sleep.

I was awoken to find myself still naked in Edward's arms. The alarm clock squawked from the bedside table. Edward reached over and slammed it with his hand a few times until I stopped. We both groaned.

I shifted to get up and go take another shower, but his arms tightened around me, pulling me to lie on top of him. I could feel his hard length against my leg as he kissed me deeply, caressing my face.

"Thank you." I must have looked confused because he chuckled. "Thank you for giving me my space when I needed it. I love you so much. I just wanted to thank you for knowing when I need some time on my own to think and when I need your encouragement. I don't know how I ever got so lucky."

I smiled and kissed his nose. "You're welcome. Are you ready to talk more yet, or no?"

He looked as though he were considering his options before nodding. "Yeah, I think I am. Go grab your shower first. After mine, we can sit and talk before we go meet Tanya."

I nodded and stood up, noticing his eyes following me as I circled the room grabbing the things I needed. I looked back to see the unopened envelope was still on the floor where it had been when I walked out of the bathroom a few hours before.

I put my hair up in a towel, realizing that I didn't need to rewash my hair, just my body. I quickly washed and rinsed. Stepping out to dry myself, I slipped into my clothes for the evening.

I stepped out of the bathroom to come face to face with a distraught looking Edward. In his shaking hand was the now opened envelope. He grabbed me, pulling me tight to his chest, holding me there while I stroked his back in comfort.

"Elizabeth Pendleton…she's been married to this guy for six years Bella…and they've lived here the whole time…six fucking years!"

I released my arms around his torso and pulled back. I grabbed his hand from around my shoulder, pulling him with me to the bed where I pushed him down and settled next to him. He rested his head on my shoulder, wrapping his left arm around my waist and crumpling the envelope in his right hand.

"I just don't understand how she can love me for ten years and then just stop when my Dad died. Did she never really love me? I just don't understand how a mother can be that way."

I caressed his hair with my left hand while rubbing his back with my right. "I know this is going to sound hypocritical after my reaction to the stuff with you earlier this week, but that's why you need to go see her and confront her. You need to get those answers so they don't plague you anymore. As much as the answers might hurt, they have to be better than the questions and assuming the worst is true, when it maybe isn't."

He nodded against my chest, wrapping his other arm around the front of my waist and squeezing as he shifted toward me. He buried his nose in my neck, breathing deeply as his shoulders relaxed with every breath. Finally, after several minutes, he released me, handing me the envelope as he got up to go get his own shower.

Before he closed the door, he motioned toward the envelope. "Read it if you want."

I waited for the door to close and the water to start running before I pulled out the letter written in neat cursive lettering.

Dear Edward,

I'm sorry for everything that happened. Please let me make it up to you by telling you all that I know about Elizabeth. If you don't come back for this by Wednesday, then I will mail it to you in Chicago at your Aunt and Uncle's address and hope they get it to you.

I first ran intoElizabethfour years ago, right after I moved here with my husband Larry. We just bumped into each other in the produce section of the grocery store. I gasped her name when I saw her, and she turned and asked if she knew me. As we talked, she seemed to remember me and we formed a bit of a friendship. She asked all about if I saw you, how you were doing last I saw you and how, you fared in school. She seemed very interested in your life.

As we talked, I discovered that she had married Andrew Pendleton six years ago and lived at Pendleton Lodge and Ski Resort with him ever since. I've asked her many times why she hasn't contacted you. She always skirts the issue. I really don't know why…but it always bothered me. I was there. I saw how much she hurt you when she left. I don't know if she knows how much damage she did. I don't know if it is any consolation, but she seems happy now. As far as I know, she's sober, she doesn't even drink more than a couple of beers when we have our monthly girls' night at Harper's Bar, and I've never seen anything to indicate drugs. I think she's straightened out her life at least.

I am including her contact information below so you can call or go the lodge to look her up. I wish I could provide you with more information, but that's pretty much all I know. We never talk about the past besides you, so I have no idea what she did before moving here. Anyway, I hope what I have given you helps somehow. I cannot express how sorry I am for causing problems with your girlfriend. She must be some girl to bring back the old Edward I used to know. I hope she knows how lucky she is to have that person in her life. You were always an amazing, kind, and compassionate person. I'm glad you found yourself again. Please tell her I am sorry for the pain my stupid impulse caused.

Sincerely,

Tanya Denali Moreau

Below her signature was Elizabeth's name with an address and telephone number. I had just finished reading it for the second time when the door to the bathroom opened, releasing a billowing cloud of steam into the room. Edward stepped through with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping onto his shoulders and running down his chest. I had to resist the urge to go manhandle him again. He looked over catching me ogling him. He smirked and winked before turning to the mirror to comb his hair and shave.

I watched unabashedly as he walked across the room to his suitcase, watching his muscles ripple under his skin, making my mouth go dry and abdomen tingle with desire. I nibbled my lip as I watched him drop the towel, pulling on a pair of black stretchy boxer briefs before sliding into a pair of dark wash denim jeans and my favorite green button up, the smirk never leaving his face. Once he was dressed, he sauntered back over to me, taking the envelope from my hand and tossing it on the bedside table. He pulled me up into his arms, kissing me passionately. Finally, after several minutes of kisses that were making my temperature rise again, he suggested that we should probably go meet Tanya.

I sighed, unwilling to leave his embrace. I finally pulled myself free, following as he led me by the hand to his Volvo. He opened the door for me to slide in, kissing my forehead, before crossing back around to his side to slide behind the wheel.

We pulled into the parking lot of the diner to see Tanya leaning against her ancient pick up. It reminded me of a slightly newer version of the clunker my dad taught me to drive on the country roads outside of Lincoln when I turned thirteen. It was standard for country kids to learn how to drive early, just in case an emergency arose or the driver became incapacitated while they were in the middle of nowhere, the kid could get them back to civilization. She looked pretty, but I thanked the good lord she wasn't the type to dress trashy. She wore a pair of nice, dark-washed denim jeans and a soft looking purple v-neck sweater. When we pulled up, she walked up to the car and asked if she should drive herself or ride with us. We suggested she climb in. I got out, allowing her to slide into the back seat.

Once inside, she leaned up between the seats to discuss where we would go for supper. We finally settled on a Mexican restaurant in town. Things were easy with Tanya; we all chatted on our way across town.

Once the car was parked, Edward walked around to open the door, helping me out before assisting Tanya. He offered one arm to each of us. We both giggled and wrapped our arms in his, letting him lead us inside. Once we reached the door, he released Tanya to open the door, motioning for her to enter, pulling me inside with him as he shifted to hold my hand.

We settled into a booth with Edward and me on one side and Tanya on the other. We ordered a double round of chips and salsa, chatting quietly. We nibbled on the chips and waited for the food to arrive. During our talk, I discovered Tanya and I had a lot in common, the least of which was the unfortunate luck of having all of our exes cheat on us. We commiserated over the assholes from our past while Edward shifted uncomfortably; knowing either one of us could have easily heaped him into the pile if he had ever succeeded with Tanya or acted on his impulses with me prior to his recent epiphanies and reformation.

She told us about her asshole of an ex-husband, Laurent Moreau, known as Larry. He sounded like a real piece of work. He basically stranded her here with nothing and no way to return home. He even managed to lose her entire inheritance that she received from her parents when they had passed away just before they met. She literally had nothing and no way to get back to the only place she's ever called home, even if she has no family left there.

My heart broke for Tanya. I thought about how it would be if the roles were reversed. If I were alone in the world, trapped in a town I never wanted to be in, with no way to get home. I wanted to do something to help Tanya, but I wanted to talk to Edward first.

After we finished dinner, we went to the bar. My stomach tightened instinctually. When I walked in, I thought I'd be sick at seeing the large indention in the drywall where Emmett had shoved Edward so hard it cracked and buckled the wallboard. Edward grabbed my hand, squeezing it comfortingly. I looked over, grazing my hand across his still bruised nose. Thankfully, the damage to his nose had been minor. The bruising was already starting to fade into more of a greenish yellow around the edges, but I still felt horrible.

Edward reached up and took my fingers, kissing them and leaning into my ear. "It's in the past, time to move on."

I looked back at the wall and then to him again before nodding sadly. He pulled me to the bar where Tanya settled onto a stool, talking to the bartender. We settled in next to her, perching on stools and curling up closely together, both needing the physical reassurance.

Thankfully, the rest of the night went more smoothly. We chatted and had fun. I danced with Edward and with Tanya. I even offered once to let them dance together, but they both refused, which was actually a huge relief. I wanted to be gracious, but I worried that seeing them dance would bring everything back up again whether I liked it or not.

We stayed a couple of hours before climbing back in the Volvo, making our way back to Tanya's truck. We let her out of the back and stood talking, leaning on our cars for another hour. I asked Tanya to trade contact information, then we hugged goodbye and she thanked me for everything. I shook my head, thanking her for helping Edward. She hugged Edward gently before smiling at me again and climbing into her truck to drive away.

Edward was quiet in the car. Finally, about three blocks before reaching the motel, I broke the silence. "Edward, I want to help Tanya get back to Chicago."

He turned to look at me with a sort of snort chuckle combination. "I was just thinking the same thing."

We sat in the car for several minutes, discussing things we could do.

I finally sighed, "I hope we can do something to help. I really liked Tanya. I swear we could so easily be in one another shoes with just a tiny twist of fate…you know?"

He nodded, getting out and coming around the car. After opening my door, he yanked me out of my seat, crushing me to his chest in one fluid motion. He covered my mouth with his, pushing past my lips instantly to massage my tongue with his own. Pushing the car door closed behind me, he pulled me up, motioning for me to wrap my legs around him as he carried me to the door of our motel room. He fumbled with the key behind me as he held me up by my ass with one hand all the while never breaking our kiss.

Finally, he opened the door, slamming it shut behind him with his foot and slamming the safety bar across the top. He pressed me up against the door, moving his eager mouth down my neck to nip at my tits through my shirt. I gasped and arched into him while his hands kneaded my ass insistently.

After a few minutes, he crossed the room to the bed, lying down with me still wrapped around his waist. His hands immediately reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head once his hands were free. Meanwhile, I began working on undoing his buttons and shoving his shirt off of his tight shoulders.

His hands roamed my back, fumbling with my bra and I giggled, "front clasp."

He nodded, reaching one hand in between my boobs to flick it open, freeing them with a bounce.

"Oh God, these boobs…do you have any idea how much you tortured me at the beach with these things? The second year we went to the beach house, you had that growth spurt and discovered bikinis at the same time. I wore sunglasses all summer to keep from getting caught watching you. I was taking constant cold showers and chanting my mantra that you were too young in my head."

I snorted loudly, followed by a string of giggles.

He looked up confused.

"You think it was a coincidence the bikinis came out that next summer? It was only the year before that I overheard you and your lady friend in the bedroom. Then, when my boobs decided to jump unexpectantly from B's to C's, I decided to embrace the change and see if I could grab your attention for once. Of course, you continued to ignore me, or so I thought, but I did manage to get a couple of good make out sessions from the other beach boys staying further down the beach that summer."

Then he chuckled, shaking his head ruefully. "We are quite a pair aren't we?"

I shook my head in agreement, "Oh yes, we are. I'm glad to say that we finally really are a pair. I don't intend to ever let you go."

His eyes darkened as he leaned back down to claim my mouth once more in a hungry frenzy before sliding down to pull my nipple into his mouth, teasing with his tongue as he sucked and nibbled. I moaned his name and ran my nails up and down his scalp gently.

After a while, I pushed him back to explore his chest with my tongue, flicking his nipples teasingly before making him roll over. I slid down his body for a repeat performance of the award winning blow job I gave him the night before he left for training.

As soon as I was done, he decided it was my turn again, bringing me over the edge with his tongue and fingers. When he finally made it back up to my face, I grabbed his face between my hands.

"Make love to me Edward."

He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. "Not yet, love."

I began to feel frustrated as I whined, "Why not Edward? Please! I want you, I can feel that you want me, so what's the problem? I don't understand!"

He sighed, lowering his forehead to mine while still looking into my eyes. "Just trust me, Bella. I have something planned, soon, and it will be perfect. You deserve perfect, Bella. I want to give you everything you deserve."

"I don't want perfect, Edward. It doesn't have to be what other people think of perfect, it just has to be you and me. That's all it will take to make it perfect, baby. Just you and me."

I was pulling him closer, kissing his lips and his face, when I felt him shake his head.

"Friday, my Love, I've worked really hard to set this up, and you're not making it easy for me to wait at all. I want you so bad I could die right now, but I really want to do this for you, for us. Okay? Please?"

Looking at the sincerity in his pleading eyes, I relented with a sigh.

"Okay, Edward." I kissed his forehead. "I love that you want to make it so sweet…but I swear to God, if you try to put me off again on Friday, I will tie you up and torture you until you give in."

His eyes grew wide and sparkled with excitement as a Cheshire cat smile spread across his face.

"Oooo, could we save that for another day?"

I laughed, smacking his chest playfully. He chuckled, sinking into the bed next to me. His long fingers left trails of tingling warmth as he traced shapes on my stomach with his index finger, burrowing his nose in my hair. We both sighed as we curled into one another to drift off to sleep once more, but this time with plans for an early morning wake up call to go meet Elizabeth.

So we had spending time with Tanya, learning more aboutElizabeth, and two rounds of smut. I think it's a pretty well rounded chapter. Let me know what you think. Don't kill me for the delay in the actual lemon, but at least I gave you a time to expect it. In the next chapter you get EPOV. It will hopefully help you understand a little more about his reasons for waiting a bit longer. He has some valid ones! I love the reviews so keep them coming!