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Author: whiterosenova
Rated: M - English - Drama/Fantasy - Reviews: 184 - Published: 11-06-09 - Updated: 01-31-10
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Happy New Year everyone! 2010 is going to ROCK!
I worked to put this chapter up as soon as possible, because I know how horrible I was about updating before. But heads up, there's a nice juicy lemon in this chapter, so I hope you enjoy :-) The next chapters are going to make the story fall into place, and it's going to seem like everything is happening so fast, but you will love it. It's about time things start to shake up!
Disclamer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I own any of the characters portrayed in the book and/or movie. I do own a nice thick black journal I got for Christmas. It's very exciting.
Edward's declaration to tell my father about Patrick haunted me all that night. Charlie had been in a great mood when we had entered the house, and I immediately shook my head at Edward. Now was not the time to sit down and try and explain to the Chief of Police that one of his deputies was indeed a maniac. We needed to figure out how to explain this to him without revealing anything to Charlie about Edward's abilities.
It was all a headache.
The following day at school, I noticed a change in Edward. His face was set in a small frown, and he jumped at sudden noises. I couldn't blame him, nor did I try to scold him for it. I only held his hand every chance I got and let him remain quiet. The others didn't push him, and I knew that Alice had briefed them on what was going on. Thank God for Alice and her need for fixing things!
School flew by so quickly that before I knew it I was following Edward to work. We both had our shifts that evening, and Alice was thrilled as she waved at us from her position in Jasper's car. She had the night off, and was going to use the time 'wisely', as she put it. I changed into my uniform in the confines of my car, laughing as Edward stood against my window to block anyone from seeing.
"You know there's a bathroom inside, right?" Edward's voice drifted through the car. I yanked the scrub top over my head and nodded to myself.
"Yeah, but it's fun to see you squirm as I get naked one foot from where you stand." Edward straightened his back and turned to the window with a grin on his face. The first smile I had seen on his face all day. He pressed his face to the car and tried to peer in through the tinted windows. I laughed and smacked my hand against the window as I grabbed my bag. Stepping out into the parking lot, I slipped slightly on the thin layer of slush the rain had made on the snow from the day before. I gained my balance and closed my door, leaning in to give Edward a hug. It felt wonderful to feel his arms surround me and pull me tighter to him.
"I'm sorry I've been an ass today," he muttered in my hair. I pulled back and stared into his face. He looked so serious again; brows furrowed together, eyes piercing into me. His normally playful smile was gone, and his pink lips were drawn into a straight line. Worry lines had made their impression into his flawless skin, and the five o'clock shadow had formed on his chin. He was dead sexy, with hair messy and falling into his eyes. But I wanted to hide him from the world, not for my own profit, but to protect him. He was apologizing to me for his world falling apart around him.
"Don't you dare apologize to me for that," I said, "you have no reason to be sorry." Edward sighed and pulled me close again.
"I love you," he said. I couldn't help but grin. Such small words, with such large meanings. Such words that made my entire world right.
"I love you more," I murmured into his shoulder. We walked into the building, arm in arm, smiling at Lena as we made our way to the back. Patients were already there, and I tried to avoid looking directly at them. One thing I hated about working at this office was that every single one of the people Dr. Allen saw knew who I was. Even before I knew who they were. Thanks Charlie.
The afternoon dragged on, and I went through the motions of helping Edward with the patients. I realized quickly that my mind was elsewhere, creating a conversation in my mind of how we were going to talk to Charlie about the 'situation'. Maybe that was what Edward was thinking about as well.
Charlie, the conversation would start, we need to speak to you about Patrick. He's not who you think he is. Sure. Charlie would love that. He's an evil man who is trying to destroy Edward's life. Why, you ask? Because he didn't like the way Edward looked at him years ago in Chicago.
This was crazy. I stood in the contact lens dispensary area, putting boxes of contacts away in their small drawers, running through the horrible conversation that would take place with Charlie. I even imagined the look on his face, and hear the doubt in his voice as he told us we probably had the wrong guy. I didn't think we had a good chance at explaining this to my father.
Arms circled around my waist, and I smiled when I looked down and saw Edward's hands link over my stomach.
"What are you thinking about?" his voice whispered in my ear. I leaned back into his touch and sighed.
"What we're going to say to Charlie," I admitted. Why lie?
"I think I figured that part out," Edward said. My eyes widened in surprise and I turned to him, feeling somewhat sad that his arms fell away from me.
"What do you mean you have that part figured out?" I'd been wracking my brain for hours while he already knew what to say? How was that fair? Edward smiled though, shaking his head at me. He knew I would probably overreact. Better to cut the crazy lady off before her rant.
"We're going to tell him the truth, Bella." The truth.
"The truth?" Thoughts of flying cars and forks flying through the air entered my brain. The truth?
"Not the whole truth," Edward soothed me. "But I have the article from the newspaper from that night, and I figure we can sit down with your dad and tell him the truth; that Carlisle and I tried to help these people, and now Patrick blames us for his wife's death." We were quiet as this sank into my brain, and in just moments I was smiling.
"You're right," I admitted. Edward grinned at me, his eyes actually coming alive with the gesture.
"I like hearing that." Seconds later his lips were on mine and I sighed. Holding him close, I let my tongue trail across his bottom lip, wanting to gain entrance to the sweet depths of his mouth. I wanted to taste the mint I knew would be there, and I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. His silky hair was begging for attention, and I wanted to climb all over Edward's body to give every inch of him the attention it deserved.
"We're at work," Edward quietly reminded me. I was pushed against the counter, directly in view of the doctors' exam room. All Dr. Allen had to do was walk out of that room and he would have a clear view of his two employees all but fornicating in his office.
"Do you care?" I whispered into Edward's mouth. I didn't wait for an answer, and I arched my back. Pressing into Edward, I began to swim in excitement. To feel his hard chest against mine was like I had stepped into heaven. His arms were around me, supporting our stance as our mouths continued to caress. My hand drifted down his back and I lifted the material of his shirt so that I could run my fingertips against his skin. He was on fire, the heat sending chills over my skin. Memories of our scarce moments together slammed into me, and I could feel myself become aroused. I wanted to touch him, to taste his skin on my tongue. I wanted to feel his lips as they brushed along my neck, feel his fingers as they ducked beneath the fabric that covered me. I wanted to feel him inside of me.
That realization snapped me out of the haze I had entered, and I leaned back into the counter to break the kiss. I pressed my forehead against Edward's and tried to catch my breath.
"You are amazing," Edward gasped. I laughed softly, glad that he didn't see the change in my stature. I wanted to be with him. Not just to kiss and to hug, not just to spend time with. I wanted to be passionate with him, have a relationship where we would love each other and where we were together forever. I wanted him—all of him.
"Edward…" And then the door knob turned to open. Edward and I flew apart, and I immediately turned to face the emerging doctor as Edward turned to the counter. I had felt his situation while we were kissing, and I was sure that Dr. Allen didn't want to see that. So until he calmed down, I would pretest that last patient of the night.
The remainder of that hour finished quickly, and I was sure it was because my mind was still on my revelation. I wondered how Edward felt. Did he want the same thing? Hell, he was a man, of course he wanted sex. But did he want the same emotional aspect of it all that I did?
"You kids have a great night," Dr. Allen said to us as Edward led me into the parking lot. I smiled at the man and let Edward lead the way.
"Tonight," Edward said as we reached my car. I turned to him with my eyes questioning.
"Tonight we tell your dad." Well shit. All thoughts of sex left my mind and I was back to the nervous meek Bella I had been the night before. But he was right.
"Okay." We made our way to my house, and part of me was hoping that Charlie's cruiser was not in the driveway. I was hoping for an unannounced fishing trip, hell even a pile up in Port Angeles where he was needed for backup. But no, his car was in its usual spot, right next to the tree that shaded our yard.
"Here we go," I told myself. I parked the car and watched as Edward parked behind me. He emerged from his seat with a folder in his hand, and I knew immediately that the articles we would have to back the story up were in there. We were really doing this. Without a word, I walked through the front door, hand locked with Edward's. Charlie was sitting in his recliner chair, beer in his left hand as he watched the television. He looked peaceful enough. Looks can sometimes be deceiving, as my mother often said. I sighed and stepped further into the house, letting Edward close the door behind us.
"Hey dad." Charlie looked up and smiled at us.
"Hi kids, how was work?" I smiled, squeezing Edward's hand for support.
"Good, actually." I looked behind me and settled on the golden eyes that would bring me strength. He nodded at me and I smiled.
"Dad, can we talk?" I turned back to my dad and saw him look away from the television again. He looked somewhat nervous and nodded slowly.
"Okay…" I stepped forward, pulling Edward with me. Settling on the couch that allowed us to face my father, I forced myself to face him with no fear. Charlie was ignoring the TV now and was staring at Edward.
"What's going on?" Charlie asked. I cleared my throat and tightened my grip on Edward's hand again.
"We need to talk to you about something." Silence. And then explosion.
"You're fucking pregnant, aren't you!" Charlie's beer was on the carpet, neglected and spilling its contents. Charlie himself was standing to his full height, looming over Edward and I in anger I had never seen before. Holy crap.
"No!" I yelled. I let go of Edward's hand and stood in front of my father, needing him to calm down now. "I'm not fucking pregnant! Hell, I haven't even… this isn't about… dammit just sit down!" I was baffled. My words wouldn't form sentences and I was clearly embarrassed about how my father thought of me. Is that what he really thought? Did he really thought I would throw myself into bed and get pregnant that quickly? Charlie didn't move yet though, and I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
"Sit!" He did, and only after he settled back into his chair and picked up the discarded beer bottle did I sit back down beside Edward.
"Now, as I was saying, we need to talk to you about something." Charlie nodded, eyes glued to Edward. Until this was out, Edward would be the bad guy. I took a deep breath and continued.
"Dad, we need to talk to you about Patrick Colgan." That got his attention. Charlie reached over to grab the remote and he turned the TV off. Rare.
"Patrick?" I nodded and looked over to Edward. He was staring down at the folder he held, fingering the edges.
"Patrick is not a good man," I continued, "and we need you to listen to us, because we have belief that he is here to ruin Edward and his family." Silence. And then explosion.
"Isabelle Marie Swan! How dare you accuse one of my deputies for being crooked! I thought I raised you better than that! Do you know what you could do to a man after something like that?" I sighed and turned to Edward, nodding towards the folder. Edward let my father rant, and lifted the cover of the folder. I knew we looked ridiculous, sitting in my living room in our work scrubs, letting my father yell at us. The folder opened to reveal several newspaper articles, as well as sheets of paper. I didn't know what the papers were, but I knew the newspaper articles would back our story up.
"Dad," I said over his rant. Charlie stopped for a second, looking down at what Edward held. Edward lifted the top article from its stack and held it out to my father, waiting for him to take it. Seconds passed and then Charlie accepted the newspaper.
"Read it aloud," Edward said. I was surprised at this, but I knew he wanted me to hear what it said as well. Charlie cleared his throat and stared at us for a moment before starting to read.
"Friday night led to not only snow on the cold Chicago night," Charlie read, "but also the possibility of crashes on the highways. Newly weds Patrick and Jenna Colgan were unfortunate victims of the icy roads that Chicago left to us. Oh my God!" Charlie looked up at us and Edward nodded.
"Keep going," Edward whispered. Charlie looked shocked, but listened to Edward.
"The husband and wife were traveling home from a night out and hit a patch of ice on the ramp to the highway. After the car flipped several times, it rested on the side of the road, crushed beyond repair. Patrick Colgan, the driver, survived the accident with only minor injuries, but his wife Jenna, suffered from internal bleeding, police said. Rescue attempts were delayed due to the weather, but witnesses stopped and attempted to help the couple.
"Dr. Carlisle Cullen of Northwestern Memorial Hospital and his family were among the witnesses, and Dr. Cullen immediately attended to Mr. Colgan. Unfortunately his wife, Jenna was stuck inside of the car. Due to the position of the car after the crash, witnesses were unable to open the door to release the victim.
"Another witness, Paul Ryder, states that while Dr. Cullen held Patrick back, Dr. Cullen's son, Edward, attempted to open the door to free Mrs. Colgan. Minutes after this, he succeeded. Attempts were futile though, and Jenna Colgan died on the scene."
Charlie stopped reading, and looked up at Edward.
"You were there when Patrick's wife died?" Edward nodded and sighed. Shuffling through the papers, he brought out what looked like an official form.
"My father and I tried to get his wife out of the car, but we couldn't get the door open in time," Edward relived the night. "We tried so hard. Patrick blamed us though, even though my father was able to get him out before anything happened. This here is a police report my father filed when we were in Chicago. Patrick Colgan harassed our family, saying it was our fault that Jenna died. He would go to the hospital, to our school, and even drive by our house. We were going to get a restraining order, but my parents decided that it would be best to just move. Get away from it all." Edward handed the police report to my father, and Charlie looked shocked as he read it over.
"Did he follow you?" Charlie finally asked. Edward sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"I didn't recognize him at first," Edward muttered, "because it's been so long since then. His name was so familiar though, and it made me dwell on it. It hit me the other night who exactly he was. I confronted him about it, and basically he told me he was here to ruin me. To expose me and my family for killing his wife." Charlie slammed his hand against his forehead and rubbed his face.
"What the hell." That's what I was thinking.
"But you didn't kill her," Charlie said, more to himself than to us.
"I know," Edward said. He let out a small laugh, almost as if he were saying 'you're telling me'. "He's a horrible man, he's threatened my family, made us move across country. Now he's followed us here." Charlie looked over the paperwork once more and then looked at Edward. Something in my father's eyes told me everything would be fine. The way he was looking at Edward showed a different type of respect, and I knew then that Charlie didn't dislike my boyfriend as much as he originally let on.
"What do you want me to do?" Charlie asked carefully. This was the part I needed to step in and intervene. If it were up to Edward, he would instruct my father to shoot the bastard and bury him where no one would find the body.
"We aren't telling you to do anything," I said, "but we want you to know the entire story so that you can make a decision on your own. As the Chief of Police. As Patrick's boss." Charlie nodded and gestured towards the folder.
"Can I borrow this to make copies?" Edward nodded and handed over the entire folder, which held more articles, most likely following the story of the crash. Charlie stood then and walked over to the front door.
"Where are you going?" I asked in surprise. Charlie grabbed his gun holster and slid his boots on in one motion. After grabbing his jacket, he turned to me and I saw the grim line his lips had made.
"Patrick is on duty tonight, and he and I need to have a talk." Charlie looked at Edward then and something passed between the two. "I'll take care of this, Edward. You need to stay here and take care of my little girl."
"Yes sir," Edward responded. And with that, Charlie was gone. Did my father just tell Edward to stay the night?
"Did you dad just tell me to stay the night?" Edward asked. I looked at him and nodded.
"I think so…" I leaned back into the couch cushion and listened as my father turned the cruiser on and backed out of the driveway. After a second I saw the lights on top of his car turn on, and the living room was bathed in red and blue lights.
"Oh shit," I muttered. When Charlie turned the lights on, it as serious. I was suddenly nervous about my dad approaching this moron. We sat on the couch for longer than I think we intended, until Edward stood and reached for my hand.
"Let's get you upstairs and ready for bed. I need to call my dad and tell him what's going on and that I won't be home tonight." I didn't say anything, but grabbed Edward's hand and followed him up the stairs. My heart started to pound unevenly as I watched Edward's body climb the stairs. Just hours ago I was pressed against the counter at work, being groped and groping, and now I'm following the man I love upstairs to my bedroom.
Well, shit.
We walked into my bedroom and I grabbed a pair of my dad's old running shorts for Edward.
"Here, you can wear these." Edward smiled at me and held the mesh shorts in his hands.
"I love you," Edward said. My heart fluttered and I stepped forward to hug him.
"I love you, too, Edward." I gave him a soft kiss and stepped back, grabbing my pajamas before I disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear Edward through the wall, sitting down on my bed and then talking softly. His dad.
"Yeah dad, I'm at Bella's. We sat down with him tonight and told him about Patrick…. No not everything. Just that he followed us here to Forks. Nothing about, well, my wonderful gift." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as I changed into my night clothes.
"Charlie actually left, said Patrick was on duty tonight and that he needed to talk to him. So I don't know exactly what is going to happen. But Charlie wants me to stay here with Bella. Is that okay?... Dad! No, please do not give me this talk. Trust me, you're like eight years too late…. Please stop. Yes, I know to be safe." Oh my God! They were talking about sex! My face turned crimson as I looked in the mirror and I looked down at my ordinary pants and tank top. The light blue was carefully bought after Alice told me it was Edward's favorite color. But now, looking down at my white bra and underwear, I thought maybe I was too ordinary. If tonight progressed to… sex…would Edward think I was sexy?
"Okay dad, I'll talk to you later," Edward was saying. Seconds later I heard him stand up and rustle around, and I assumed that he was changing. I reached over and grabbed my toothbrush, hurrying as I brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I looked okay enough, maybe a little too red, but okay regardless. Throwing my scrubs in the hamper, I opened the door and walked to my bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that Edward was standing in front of my television, wearing only the shorts I gave him. No shirt, no shoes, no problem.
"Hey." My voice came out like a whisper, and I mentally smacked myself for how vulnerable I sounded. Edward turned to me though and grinned. His eyes raked over my body, and I saw the appreciation in the golden orbs.
"You look beautiful, Bella." I blushed even more, and looked down to the floor.
"So do you," I said. I watched as Edward approached me and stopped directly in front of me. I looked at him and smiled when I saw how sweet he looked. He was still Edward; there was no reason to be scared of him. My eyes drifted from his eyes to his chest, and no matter how much strength I had, I could not tear my eyes away from the wonderful sight in front of me.
His chest was smooth and pale, scattered hair on his muscles. I wanted badly to reach out and memorize each inch of his skin. I turned around then, tearing my eyes away from Edward and shutting the door behind me. After a seconds decision, I turned the lock. Let Charlie be mad later if he checked it. I'll blame it on feeling safe. But if something happened tonight, I did not want Charlie walking in on it.
I turned back to Edward and saw that he hadn't moved, but was now looking at me with hooded eyes. He was thinking the same thing as me, I knew this. Not only because of the phone conversation I heard, but because he was feeling the same thing as me. He wanted me, he needed me. As much as I needed him.
Edward started to walk towards me, and before I could react, I was pressed against my bedroom door. Edward pushed against me, and I felt his entire length on me. My breath hitched in my throat as Edward's hands slid under my tank top, caressing my skin.
"I need you," Edward whispered into my neck. His lips pressed to my skin, and I leaned my head to the side to allow him access. His lips were hot on my skin and I could feel his tongue brush over each spot after he kissed it. I heard myself moan in the air, and I let my hands drift over to his hair, gripping his head closer to me. The kisses trailed from my ear all the way down to my clavicle, back up and then on my lips. Edward's hands were under my shirt, firmly planted to my bare waist. I leaned in and pressed my mouth forcefully against his. That was what he needed to continue, and then my legs were lifted in the air. I wrapped them around Edward's waist, gasping when I felt Edward's hard on press against my center.
This was happening. I could feel it. It wasn't like before, where I touched him and he touched me. It was more, so much more. Edward's bare chest was against me, and I leaned back to take charge. I was impressed by Edward's strength as he held me in the air, and I grabbed the edges of my top, pulling it up over my head. Edward's eyes went wide, drinking in the sight of me in just my bra. The top was discarded somewhere behind me, and Edward was motionless.
"Beautiful," he whispered. And then I was on my back, lying flat on my bed. Edward hovered over me, looking over me as if I were a piece of meat. Any other time, I would have been offended, maybe smacked him and walked out. But tonight, as I saw the love shine in Edward's eyes, I let it happen. I was happy, I felt loved, and I felt beautiful.
Edward reached down and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my pants, asking permission with his eyes to continue. I smiled and nodded, holding my breath as Edward lowered my pants to reveal my white underwear. I was bare to him, and I wanted him to continue. Not fast, no. We could take this slow.
He then lowered himself on top of me, grinding down so that I could feel his length on me. I reached for his face, bringing him down so that his lips pressed down onto mine. While he was busy with my lips, I reached down and started pushing on his shorts. I wanted them off.
"Bella," Edward whispered. I looked up at him and saw that he was hesitating. He didn't want to hurt me, I understood that.
"I need you," I echoed his words. I needed him more than I needed air, more than I needed food and water. He was now the sustenance that I needed, and I wasn't leaving until I had it.
"I just want to make sure that you're okay with this," Edward said. His hands brushed against my face, pushing strands of hair away so that he could see me. "I've never…" Edward stopped, and all in a second I realized what he was going to say.
Of course we were both virgins. Alice had told me that Edward never dated. Hell even Edward told me that he didn't date. Why had it not occurred to me that not only had he not dated, he had not had sex. He was just like me. Some experience, but never a home run.
"Me neither," I soothed, "so why not have our first times be with someone we love?" Edward's face lit up in a smile and he pressed his lips to my forehead, to my nose, and then to my lips. I reached down and finished my mission: pushing those pants off of Edward. I was greeted with more though when I saw that he did not wear underwear. Edward got to work on me though, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra while I shimmied out of my underwear.
A minute later we were both naked. The room was lit only by my silent television, and I was glad that Edward had turned it on. I was able to see Edward in all of his glory, every inch of his beautiful body.
Edward let his hand brush down my body as he continued to kiss me, and I groaned when I felt his hand drift between our bodies. His fingers brushed against the moisture that had begun to collect in my center, and I instinctively arched up to press into his hand.
"Is that what you want?" Edward asked with a smile. I nodded, mute. "You want me to touch you right here?"
"Yes!" I gasped. I moaned again as I felt his fingers dip into my folds, brushing against my clit, and searching for an entrance. Mere seconds later his finger plunged into me and I arched off the bed. The length of his fingers would always be a mystery to me, and I thanked God for blessing him with the magical hands he touched me with. I gripped onto his shoulders, letting my fingers dig into his skin. I would apologize for that later, I told myself.
Edward's fingers pumped into me, and I gasped for breath. His finger came up to massage my clit, and I cried out in pleasure.
"Edward! Please!" I wanted to feel him in me; I wanted to feel his body on mine.
"Shit," Edward muttered, "I didn't bring a condom." I wanted to laugh. His finger was still in me, and he was worried about a condom.
"I'm on the pill," I revealed as Edward removed his glorious fingers from my folds. Edward's eyes widened with happiness again, and I thanked my mother just then for forcing me to get on the pill over a year ago. It helped regulate my period or some shit like that. I could imagine sending my mother an e-mail to thank her.
Dear Mom, Thank you for putting me on the pill. Love, Bella.
"Well then, what am I waiting for?" Edward brushed his lips down my neck, and when he came to my chest, he ran his tongue over the nipple of my right breast. I let him have his way with me, and I put my hand down to wrap around his length. Edward cried out and lifted his face from my breast. I smiled when I saw his eyes were closed and his mouth was open in shock. I let my hand rub against him, and only seconds later Edward regained his composure and leaned down to let his lips trail down my stomach.
I was lost in Edward, my mind so in tune with each movement he made and each breath we took. It was as if we synchronized this in advance, we moved so beautifully together.
"Are you sure?" Edward asked me then. I opened my eyes and arched so that he brushed against me. That was all he needed, and he then moved so that his dick hovered over my opening. This was it, this is what I wanted. I smiled then, looking up so that Edward could see how ready I was.
He slowly pushed forward until his tip was inside of me. I gasped, reviling in the way he felt. It was wonderful, and he felt amazing. Edward's breathing became labored, and I forced myself to relax as he began to push his way into me. As soon as he hit a certain point though, it became uncomfortable. Don't let him see it, Bella, don't let him see it. I forced myself to remain calm and collected as Edward filled me. And when he stopped, I knew he had reached my barrier. I opened my eyes and looked up into the golden depths that I loved.
"Are you sure?" Edward asked again. I smiled and nodded.
"I love you," I whispered, and just like that, he pushed his way in. In all actuality, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It felt like immense pressure, and then Edward stilled.
"Breathe, baby. Just breathe."
"Fuck," I moaned. Instinct kicked in, and I began to move under him. I could feel him pull out, and then he thrust back into me. It was glorious, wonderful and the pain had dulled into pure pleasure.
"You are so beautiful," Edward whispered into my ear as he thrust into me.
"Harder," was all I could say. I wanted to feel him enter me over and over again, harder and harder. I wanted to be closer to him, and I wanted to love him.
"Fuck!" Edward yelled out. His head flew back as he yelled out, and I threw my legs around his waist so that I could press myself closer to him.
"Jesus Christ, Bella." I ran my fingers up his back, feeling every muscle ripple beneath my touch. I ground myself against him, thrusting with him as he began to lick my collar bone. I shivered and moved so that I could capture his lips with my own. Edward started to move faster above me, and I cried out in his mouth. He then ripped his mouth away from mine and leaned down to attack my neck again. I grabbed his hair, meanwhile tightening the grip my legs had on him. I wanted him closer still. I moaned directly into his ear as Edward continued his ministrations on my beck, moving to pay close attention to my shoulder.
Suddenly I felt a familiar pressure begin to build in my abdomen, and I knew what was coming.
"I'm coming Edward," I breathed. Edward made a noise that I could only assume was an acknowledgement, and he began to slow his thrusts.
"Come with me baby," I cooed. I pressed my lips to his ear, pressing into him. Seconds later we both cried out, and I could feel the universe around me explode. Stars were flying, and I was aware of the grip Edward had on me. He was holding me tightly, not wanting to let me go. A full minute passed before either of us loosened the hold we had on each other. Slowly Edward slipped out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me.
"That was amazing," he whispered. I nodded, not knowing if I trusted my voice completely. I needed to try, at least.
"Oh my God." That's what I say? Of all the things to say, that was it? I started to laugh, pressing my hand to my face.
"Are you laughing at me?" I peaked out and saw that Edward looked hurt. Shit.
"No! No, no, not laughing at you. Laughing at my inability to form a sentence to describe how great that was." Edward smiled and turned to press his body against me. He started to trace his fingers along my stomach, and I sighed with happiness.
"I love you," I said. Edward pressed a kiss to my temple and grinned.
"And I love you, Bella."
I loved Edward, and he loved me. This was perfect.
PLEASE please review. I love them and they make me happy.
I will be reviewing so soon you're not even going to notice time had flown by. I had the rest of my story mapped out, so I want to put it into words quick so that you get to see how my twisted brain works lol. ~Ashley
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