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This is our last chapter before the trial. (which is already completely written by the way and bridges across chapters 55 and 56 ) I'm giving you fair warning, there's an extremely steamy lemon action in this chapter…three and a half pages to be exact. Hope you enjoy! Thanks as always to my beta Sihaya9 and our lovely Twilighted Validation Beta Ms. Sassenach Wench

Gearing Up and Getting Off

EPOV

Being away from Bella was always hard, but being away from Bella when she had so much going on in her life was torture. The first week we were in deep training, not allowed any outside communication. I spent most of my free time studying the manuals and trying to help the rest of the guys calm down a frustrated and anxious Emmett who was worried about Rosalie.

When we finally did get to call the girls, it was so good to hear Bella's voice that I almost got carried away. Even if it seemed that Emmett had no qualms about talking dirty to Rose within hearing range of the rest of us, I knew it would be a massive double standard if I tried. It didn't stop me from going to bed with the mother of all fucking boners though.

I was extremely concerned when I talked to Bella the next night. She had gone from chill to nearly full on panic mode in one short day. It took me forever to get her to slow down long enough to gather what she was saying, and then the pieces fell into place.

Dimitri's worry was that somehow Varner was going to villainize Bella as a lethal weapon, trained by professionals, thus stealing away some of the softer persona of being a healer. The public in general tends to look down on people using guns if they aren't actual officers. If he can turn the jury's view of Bella from heroic protector to trained killer, then it could greatly shadow her testimony, which is the backbone upon which the rest of the entire case is built.

It's not fair, but it is how the game is played. One of the bad things about the justice system is that often times a jury's personal prejudices can greatly sway a ruling in one side's favor or the other. Our big hope now was that this jury would not be such a group.

I spent the next hour trying to calm Bella down, greatly cutting into my sleep time, but I didn't care. My girl needed me. Like I always say, 'I can sleep when I'm dead.'

I felt guiltier every time I called home because every day my Zen Bella had been replaced more and more by Panicked Bella. When the rug was pulled out of her confidence in the trial, it seemed to have unraveled her confidence in everything, including her internship exam.

I cursed the timing of our trip coinciding with that exam. I would have given almost anything to be there to help her relax and study. From the first year I met her, she always needed someone to force her to step away from the stress during finals and chill out. This was the first time in all of those years that I wasn't around to help her, and it was the one time she needed it the most.

I was anxious all day Monday, fucking up more than one thing during training when my mind would drift to her. All that accomplished was earning myself an ass ripping by the drill sergeant like instructors and more PT at the end of the day. As soon as I was released, I ran straight to my trunk, yanking out my phone to call Bella.

"Hey, my beautiful doctor girl, how did it go?"

She sighed deeply with a cute little groan at the end. I pictured her sitting on the couch with her feet propped on the coffee table, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger, a habit she had picked up from spending time with me.

"I don't know, Edward. While I was taking it, I felt like I was okay, but then, once I came home, I started second guessing everything. God I hope I didn't screw it up! I really want to start working Peds full time."

The frustration and worry in her voice made my heart ache for her.

"I'm sure you did great, Bella. Try not to stress over it now that it's behind you. I've got an idea, why don't you focus on me being home in less than a week and the wonderful things I'm going to do to you."

My own pants tightened in response to the long throaty moan that emerged from the earpiece. My lustful indulgence didn't last long though; a second later, a booming voice rang out behind me.

"Fuck me backwards, Edward. You're fucking killing me, Smalls! Stop with the dirty talking with my sister. You're making me want to puke my guts up!"

I heard Bella whine, having heard her brother's rant as I spun on him in anger. "Shut the fuck up, Emmett. She's going to be my fucking wife in less than two months and I can do or say whatever the fuck I want to her. Go buy some mother fucking ear plugs if you don't like it, or better yet, just walk the fuck away if you hear something you don't like!"

Emmett's eyes grew large and he held up his hands defensively. I saw his nostrils flare in a bit of anger as the big brother in him reared up subconsciously, but the rational part of his brain knew I was right.

"Sorry dude, I was just fucking with you for the most part. I didn't realize you took phone sex so fucking seriously."

I sighed and rolled my eyes feeling frustrated. "We'll talk more about this later, Em, after I finish saying goodnight to my fiancée."

I turned back to the phone to be greeted with silence. "Bella? You still there, baby?"

More silence. I looked at the phone. According to the call timer, we were still connected.

"Bella? Babe, are you okay? Baby, talk to me." I could hear the panic rising in my voice the longer she didn't reply.

After another silent beat, I heard a low giggle start to build on her side of the line. I sighed in relief. Soon the low giggles grew louder until my ear was filled with the voice of her unabashed cackling.

"You okay over there, Bella?"

She gasped for air a few times before she finally giggled out, "You…Emmett….you actually…you actually yelled at Emmett for the right to phone sex me up?"

I chuckled along with her, slightly in reaction to her finally loosening up, and partially because I realized it really was a bit funny.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"That was freaking hilarious," she squealed on the other end of the line, followed by some thumping sound that I pictured being her feet bouncing off the floor as she doubled over and bounced in laughter.

I really didn't think it was THAT funny, but I suspected it was one of those situations where she had been feeling pushed down for so long that all of her pent up energies were being let out with this laughter.

After a while, she finally calmed down. As we wrapped up our conversation, she seemed a bit lighter and more relaxed. I smiled when I hung up the phone, hoping I managed to at least help her out a bit.

I put my phone away and walked off to find Emmett, who was skulking outside the bunkhouse. I went over to lean against the wall next to him, propping my boot up on the wall behind me.

"Hey man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, but it just sort of set me off. She's really freaking out over that internship test she took today and the trial coming up. I was trying to help her relax and take her mind of off it."

He crooked an eyebrow and I chuckled.

"Okay, so maybe I'm a little horny and wouldn't mind getting off with her on the phone too, but really it was more about trying to distract her than anything. She was wound tighter than a spring. Thankfully, our little showdown set her off laughing harder than I've heard in a long time. She seemed better after that."

He sighed and nodded. "You're right too, man. I mean I've been having my fun time on the phone with Rosie. It's not fair to deprive the two of you of it too. It's just so fucking hard. She's my kid sis; it's in my DNA to protect her. It's hard to fight off the instinct, but you're good to her, Edward. I've never in my life seen her so happy."

I nodded in understanding. "I get it, man. Just please try to chill. We need the freedom to be there for each other however we need to be…ya know what I mean?"

He nodded with his eyes closed. I patted his shoulder before walking back in.

The rest of the week seemed to creep by. I called Bella every night, but she was still down and distant. I could tell that the impending trial was really taking a toll on her. By Wednesday, I had already made up my mind. I called the company I had arranged the charter plane with, in case Emmett needed an emergency flight to Rose's side, and changed our travel arrangements just slightly.

BPOV

It was a long week after my intern exam. I thought I did well, but the feeling of doom and gloom just wouldn't leave me be. I pushed through every day, looking forward to speaking to Edward every night. It was pretty frustrating to be away from him for so long. I knew I was spoiled, but I just really hated being away from him.

Friday was a very long day. It was a rough shift at work. A horrible, multi-vehicle accident once again had everyone rushing to the ER to work on the casualties in teams. For the first time, I was sent to assist with the pediatric cases, which sincerely broke my heart. Pediatrics always pulled at my heartstrings, but pediatric trauma cases were almost more than I could bear.

I went through my whole day, doing my best to look forward to my nightly call from Edward. Alice had asked for the day off for some family commitment and had taken Rose out to dinner before I could get home, so I was on my own for the night.

I took a long lazy shower before padding to the kitchen to make a sandwich. I settled on the couch with my first season True Blood DVD box set that Rose loaned me, insisting that I needed to watch.

I was about halfway through the third episode when my phone started ringing. I picked it up with a smile, hitting pause on the video before answering.

"Hey there, handsome! What are you up to?"

"Better question is, what are you up to?"

I giggled. "Just watching the first season of True Blood on DVD. Rose insisted I had to watch it and loaned me her box set. So far it's…um…interesting."

"Wait, I think I remember hearing about that one. Is it the one with the vampires and all the hot sex?" I swallowed at the husky quality his voice took on as he spoke. A shiver ran down my spine. It had been WAY too long.

I cleared my throat, "Um, yeah, I haven't gotten too far into it yet, but so far, uh yeah."

"Is it making you horny, my love? We've both been deprived the last two weeks, so it wouldn't be surprising if it was making you a little turned on. Are you turned on, my beautiful, sexy Bella?"

I hissed, feeling the muscles inside me contract involuntarily as I grew more aroused. I rubbed my thighs together for a little friction to relieve some of the tension.

"Bella, answer me…are you hot for me? Do you want me to talk to you? I'm far away from Emmett so I could do that for you, love."

I whimpered, earning a dark, husky chuckle from Edward.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes."

"Yes," I gasped in little more than a whisper. "Please, yes."

I reached over to shut off the TV and settled back on the couch.

"What are you wearing Bella?"

I looked down and rolled my eyes, of course I would wear the least sexy thing possible when he would call for this.

"I wish I could say something sexy, but I'm just in a pair of black yoga pants and your NW tee shirt."

He groaned on the other end of the line. "Bella, you gotta know that you wearing my clothes is just about as sexy as any lingerie you could possibly wear. Now I'm all hard just thinking about it. Take off your pants so you're only wearing my shirt."

I whimpered again before realizing where I was. "Hold on, I need to move into the bedroom. Rose could be coming back any minute."

I vaulted over the back of the couch, running full speed into the bedroom. I slammed the door closed behind me, yanking my pants off quickly as I flopped onto the middle of our bed with a big smile on my face.

I could hear him chuckling in my ear. "I take it you're excited for this. You sounded like a thundering elephant running to our bedroom. Do you have your pants off now?"

I whispered a yes.

"Are you wearing underwear?"

"Umm hmm."

"Which ones?"

I rolled my eyes again. Of course tomorrow was laundry day and I was down to the boring stuff. "Um, the white cotton bra and my cotton bikini panties with the stars on them that I wear on laundry day."

I heard him moan quietly. "You know I love that bra. It's so innocent and sweet, something the girl next-door Bella would wear. You know that's the hottest thing about you right…the fact that you can be so innocent one minute and then a fucking vixen the next? The vixen drives me wild, but the innocent girl next door makes me want to cum in my pants. Do you feel like the innocent girl next door, Bella?"

By this point, he had me panting. How the hell did he do that with nothing but words…and the words weren't even that sexy, but the way he said them, the things he implied, that was what was making me pant like a dog in heat.

"You still have on entirely too many clothes though, Bella. The only thing I like more than you wearing that innocent white bra in my shirt is for you to be bare chested in my shirt. Take it off."

I put the phone on speaker mode before reaching behind me to fumble with the clasp, sliding the straps over my arms to remove the bra without taking off the shirt.

"Okay, it's off; I'm just in your shirt and my panties now."

He moaned in appreciation then his whispered words floated through the air. "I want you to pretend that your hands are my hands. Run them over your body under your shirt to your breasts and tease your nipples the way I do. I want you to imagine me tugging them gently and rolling them between my fingers, cupping them in my hands and supporting them from underneath."

I sighed as I let my fingers ghost along the hem of the shirt, creeping up my rib cage and across my stomach to brush under my breasts. I slowly fluttered them over the swell, brushing my nipples that tightened under the tips. Following orders, I grasped them between my thumb and index finger, tugging them gently before rolling them back and forth. I whimpered loudly before a long moan escaped my lips as my thighs began to rub together instinctually again.

"Does that feel good, my Angel?"

I moaned again, letting loose a drawn out "Mmmm, hmmm….oh so good! I love when you touch me, Edward."

He grunted on the other end of the line. "God I love your sounds, Bella. My beautiful, sexy, Bella. Ungh."

"Are you touching yourself, Edward? I want you to touch yourself. Imagine my hands stroking you through your jeans."

He groaned loudly, grinding, "Fuck" under his breath. I smiled as I heard his breathing picking up, knowing I was affecting him just as much as he was to me.

"Take off your underwear, Bella. I want you to run your fingers over that pussy that I know is dripping wet by now. I bet you're so wet for me, my Bella."

I moaned and pushed my panties down my thighs, wiggling them the rest of the way down as I slid my finger between my lower lips where I was indeed extremely wet.

"You are, aren't you, Bella? You're fucking soaked for me. Your body's begging to feel me inside you. Do you want me inside you, Bella?"

I arched my back with a yelp. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes, Edward. I need you so bad. I miss you, I need to feel you touching me, and tasting me, and taking me hard and fast. God I love it when you fuck me hard!"

A primal growl roared through the air; Edward's snarling voice made my muscles clench excitedly. "Fucking hell, Bella. Fuck you so are damn hot. I can't wait to get home and fuck you till you scream my name. I'm going to do that, Bella, I'm going to take you over and over until you can't fucking move. Do you want that, Bella?"

I arched again, dipping my fingers inside my entrance as I teased my clit roughly. "Oh God, yes! Please yes! Are you fucking your hand and thinking of me, Edward? Are you stroking yourself imagining it's my mouth sucking you in and out? Or are you imagining you are burying yourself inside me as my muscles milk you?"

"Fuuuuck, Bella. Holy shit I love the vixen. You're a dirty one, you know that? Are you using those pretty little fingers to fuck yourself and tease your clit Bella? Are you about to come for me?"

I arched again, "Oh God yes, I want you here with me baby. Why can't you be here with me?"

At that moment, the door burst open and I screamed, jumping up from the bed. A large figure appeared in the doorway, shadowed by the light behind them. I grabbed my phone in hopes of using it as a weapon as I bounded off the bed and stood with it between my would-be assailant and I.

Then the figure stepped into the room and I realized it was my naked fiancé, his dick standing at attention as he stroked it slowly with fire in his eyes.

"Holy Fuck, Edward! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelped and jumped up on the bed, running across it to jump into his arms, claiming his mouth with my own.

He grabbed his hands under my ass, holding me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing myself up and down on his rod of steel trapped between us.

He groaned and stumbled forward to the bed, laying me down and kissing down my body, pausing briefly at my chest to suckle my nipples before trailing down directly to my wet core. He assaulted my clit with his mouth and tongue while his fingers instantly plunged into my wet depths.

I arched off the bed, screaming his name along with a string of profanities, having instantly found my first release. He moaned into my sensitive flesh as he continued to lap at me until the waves ceased.

I lay panting as he looked up with a smirk, "That's one. I told you I was going to make you scream all night until you couldn't move tomorrow and I fucking meant it."

He shifted up my body, entering me in one fast thrust just when his lips claimed mine. He moaned as I gasped. He kissed me hard for a long while before he leaned back to lift my legs. He placed my feet against his chest, bending my knees up to my shoulders as he slid in deeper. He pounded into me hard and fast until I screamed again, clawing at his forearms which were braced on the bed on either side of me. As my nails slid down his flesh, he threw his head back and grunted loudly, shouting my name over and over as he spilled his hot seed deep inside me.

My legs fell to the side and he collapsed on top of me, panting. After a few minutes, he lifted back off of me slightly with a smile as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow. What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining."

He chuckled before leaning down to claim my lips in a soft loving kiss. "I couldn't stay away any longer. I needed you. We are going to make these separations as few and far between as fucking possible. I can't fucking deal with it!"

I laughed, shifting toward our pillows, hugging him with me by the shoulders. We settled in the middle of the bed, facing one another with big goofy smiles. Of course, this only lasted a few minutes before we were at it again. He lived up to his promise, I screamed his name all night long, and the next morning, maneuvering was nearly impossible. We opted instead to shower together carefully before laying like beached whales in our bed the rest of the day on Saturday.

o~O~o

Edward and I spent the rest of the weekend, more or less naked. We slept naked, watched TV naked, ate naked. Edward enjoyed it so much he declared that we should have a dedicated naked weekend at least once a month.

When Monday arrived, neither of us wanted to leave our happy naked bubble, but real life was calling. We both had a morning meeting at Belikov cubed, where Dimitri revealed the exact thing that Edward had theorized the night before. He believed Varner intended to paint me as some sort of twisted, elite trained, sleeper agent in order to taint the jury's view of me as a dedicated doctor who chose to stay rather than save my own skin. In this light, I would appear to be cocky, planning to take matters into my own hands from the beginning, instead of another innocent bystander in the whole mess. He also planned to bring to light my personal connections with both Trager and Sellers. He didn't believe his claims would hurt my credibility, saying it was desperate measures from a man struggling to keep his case above water. I hoped he was right.

When we left, Edward escorted me to work before taking off across town to have lunch with his parents. Esme missed him while he was gone and had tons of things she wanted to run past him now that we were entering the final stretch before the wedding. I was so proud of what a big effort he was putting into our special day since I really couldn't devote the necessary time to the cause.

After work, I was meeting Esme for the big reveal of my Antonia designed dress. She had met with me a few weeks after our first appointment to show me the sketches she had designed. They were all great, but then I realized if she took elements from one and added them to the other, it was without a doubt my dream dress. She sent me a drawing a few days later and I cried when I saw it. It was perfect.

I showered quickly and slid into jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Esme met me in the lobby with Edward and Carlisle at her side. Alice and Rose joined us moments later and we left the boys to travel to Toni's shop on Michigan Avenue.

We were greeted by several snooty attendants who looked down their long pompous noses at me until they realized I was with Esme Cullen. When they realized I was the bride who was seeing the Antonia original custom created just for me, their eyes grew wide. They had been expecting suburban old money royalty, not downstate, small town me.

Toni walked out, shooing them away in annoyance before leading us to the private gallery in the back room. My gown was covered in a dark shimmery blue cloth, so she could unveil it like a statue at a gallery opening. The girls settled on the chairs as I stood next to the mannequin excitedly.

Toni pulled the cloth away dramatically and three loud gasps came from the sofa as I stared at the soft white gown with flowing grace. My eyes began to tear up as I imagined wearing it, walking between the chairs toward Edward, who was waiting for me under the arch at the water's edge. It was my dream, come true.

I walked to Toni, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and cried into her ear my many thanks.

"It's everything I dreamed it would be."

I tried it on and modeled for Esme and the girls. They all cried as they watched me walk out of the dressing room and step onto the raised podium for Toni to pin the hem and a few places under my arms to be taken in before allowing me to change back into my clothes.

When I stepped back out, Esme wrapped me in her arms, still dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

"You look like an angel in that dress, Bella. Edward is going to love it. It's perfect!"

That night, I went home to my fiancé, leaving the stresses of our world behind me. I curled up with him on our bed and rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady cadence of his heart. As long as he was at my side, I would make it through anything. I just had to hold on with all my might and remind myself often of his love. No matter what Varner tried to throw at me, I was going to pull through.

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