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Chapter 21 – Seattle and Smegs

Obsessing has always been my defense mechanism for life stressors, whether they be good or bad. But knowing that the weekend would bring my third date with Edward, and sex, took obsession to a new level. In fact, my level of fixation over the amount of time before our departure deserved its own definition in Webster's.

4 days, No wait…94 hours.

That's less than 4 days...5760 minutes.

The work-up for Mr. Pulsifer blurred in front of me whilst I mentally masturbated over math.

Hopefully by this weekend you won't need masturbation.

You're such a freak!

Laughing to myself, I started over, reading the results from his labs and the neurocognitive testing. Everything seemed within normal limits except for one result.

His TSH was abnormally high. An elevated thyroid stimulating hormone could indicate a case of hypothyroidism, meaning he wasn't producing enough thyroxin. If his levels were low, it would definitely affect mood, concentration, and memory. This spurred me to scan his other diagnostics quickly. His testing evaluations were impaired, but not severe. My excitement was mounting, considering the fact that I could have found a reversible form of dementia in his case. He might be able to maintain his independence if it were corrected.

Once I placed the orders in the computer for more specific thyroid levels, I headed straight to Carlisle's office. This would mean a great deal to him, since the Pulsifers were his close friends. The week was getting better and better, and my excitement had me almost skipping with glee.

Upon rounding the corner, my clumsiness reminded me that skipping should not be included in my modes of transportation. I began sliding and slipping on the wet floor, my arms circling the air in panic. Falling in slow motion only added to the fear.

Why are the floors wet?

It's Seattle, Bella.

You had to wear heeled boots huh?

Emmett appeared in the hall just in time to see my flailing body. He reacted immediately in an attempt to brace my fall. "I've got you, Bella!"

He stood square in front of me with arms ready, reminding me of a quarterback waiting for the ball to be hiked. I plowed into him, holding on for dear life. Despite his stature, my momentum and the wet floor took him down with me. His big burly form cushioned my fall as we lay in a jumbled heap.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I think so," I managed, rubbing my arms. My tendency for falls had conditioned me to check my major limbs in order. I was thankful everything seemed to be moving.

Emmett started laughing, his entire body shaking in response. "I'm definitely choosing you for my team."

"What team?" I asked, confused. We sat up in the hall, his large arms lifting me to my feet with ease.

"My football squad. At thanksgiving… it's a tradition. You have to be on my team, Bella!"

"Um…I'm not sure you've noticed, but sports are not something I do well. Even running is a challenge, and that's just putting one foot in front of the other." I shrugged.

"No way. Taking a hit like that? You're a natural." His grin made me smile in return, but I rolled my eyes at the thought of playing football with the Cullens.

"Why don't you quit flirting with my girl?" Edward was leaning against the large glass window in the atrium, watching Emmett brush the wrinkles out of my clothes.

"Chillax, bro, she knocked me off my feet, literally." Emmett laughed.

"Yeah? Me too." Emmett was silenced by Edward's confession, but turned to wink at me before leaving us alone with a chuckle.

"You ok?" Edward walked over.

"Yeah. These stupid heels are a hazard to my body," I confessed.

"Hmm. Those sexy heels are a hazard for parts of my body as well."

My face flushed with excitement as his boyish grin met my eyes. "Are you working today, Mr. Cullen? Or just practicing voyeurism?"

"Sure I am. I just finished an appreciation of Bach with one group and Zepplin with another." He winked.

"That's quite an eclectic mix there, Maestro."

"Well, I have varying tastes, Doc."

It amazed me how mere words dripping from his lips could cause such a feral reaction in me.

They are gorgeous lips.

I answered before I could filter my words. "I tend to have precise tastes myself, but my appetite is insatiable."

Edward's mouth opened in surprise, his eyes twinkling with desire. He leaned over while brushing the hair from my face, his lips against my ear. "What time can you leave Friday?"

Who needs Friday?

"Sooner the better," I whispered in return. "But let me have Angela check with the administration at Udub and I'll let you know."

"Ok." He inhaled deeply, stepping away with a knowing smile. "I can't wait."

I watched Edward walk down the hall, once again re-calculating the minutes in my head.

Each day moved by in agony, fraught with a mixture of anticipation, excitement and nervousness. Work was going amazingly well. Mr. Pulsifer was taking thyroid medicine and an antidepressant; I hoped to see improvement within a few weeks. My goal of gaining more trust with Ms. Hiller was also progressing. This weekend would afford me even more insight into how to help her. Each night with Edward had involved stimulating chat and building desire, more than I ever thought possible. Would I be able to live up to his expectations? Just looking at him lived up to mine. Even the thought of touching him risked spontaneous combustion.

Edward completed something in my life. A part of me that I had forgotten existed: the belief in true love, in true happiness, in true fulfillment. Finding that with him scared me more than anything, even more than harassing phone calls from Creepo.

You should tell him.

No! He'll cancel the trip.

Maybe you should cancel it yourself.

No.

The anonymous calls had returned on Tuesday night. Each time was from an unknown ID, with silence or heavy breathing on the other line. Charlie had completed the trace last week, but unfortunately the calls were from a disposable phone. It seemed James was persistent, that's for sure. But I wasn't going to let his behavior gain the attention it deserved. If I told them the calls had started again, they would become even more over-bearing. Edward would worry, and I wanted our weekend together to be perfect. Last night when the phone rang I didn't answer. The less reinforcement the better. I prayed eventually James would lose interest.

Tell Edward.

I will, after this weekend.

Sitting in the kitchen drinking java, I convinced myself that waiting another 48 hours was reasonable. It was 5 a.m. and my excitement over being with Edward had me wide awake. We were going to stay in Seattle overnight and Edward had insisted on making the arrangements. It felt thrilling and awkward to not have every detail planned in my head. Rio walked into the kitchen, looking at me with questioning brown eyes.

"Today's the day, Rio! I'm gonna miss you. But Alice will be coming by to check on you, ok?" He yawned in annoyance while I was scratching his ears, finally returning to the bedroom to sleep.

I packed my bags and took a shower, deciding on a pair of brown slacks and an ivory cashmere sweater. My hair was in a soft pony-tail, my appearance business-like but with femininity. Edward knocked on the door promptly at 6 a.m. His appearance was sex on a stick.

Wearing a leather jacket and jeans, his bronze hair was newly washed and haphazardly tousled. I stood in awe of his beauty, my lips opened in pleasant shock.

This man wants me?

He lowered his shades, meeting my gaze with the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Their depths were sparkling with wonder, and excitement? "Morning, beautiful."

"Morning, Blue Eyes."

"You ready?" he asked.

"I've been ready."

"Really? Early bird gets the worm, huh?"

Please, no penile metaphors yet, my heart won't last.

I shook my head in playful admiration, closing the door behind us. His Volvo was running and waiting in the drive.

"Did we decide that you were driving?" I changed the subject.

"That was a given." His countenance was set.

"Since when?"

"Since always. I'm driving, Miss Daisy. Now hop in."

I bit my tongue in response, climbing into the passenger seat. Edward fiddled with the IPod, adjusted his seat and the temperature, and pulled away. He kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye, grinning wickedly.

"What?" I asked.

"I know you want to say something saucy and sarcastic, Bella. I can see you holding it back."

He knows me too well.

"Well, you're obviously a control freak, assuming you would drive without discussing it with me." I gave in with a response.

"Mm-Hmm. Takes one to know one, I guess."

"I can relinquish control, on my terms." I was already flustered.

"Of course, Dr. Swan."

His grin was delectable, and the playfulness in his tone made me want to lick his bottom lip. I needed to change the subject before suddenly attacking this man.

"Please tell me you know the directions. You're not the type of man who refuses to ask for help or use a map…are you?"

Edward laughed but didn't answer.

"Oh my God. You are, aren't you? Well lucky for you…I'm a natural GPS."

"Really now?" He questioned amused.

"Really. It's a born instinct. Maybe passed down through generations."

"Like nautical? All stars and shit?" Edward was grinning.

I laughed out loud. "Only you can make me giddy at 6:30 in the morning, Edward."

"Ditto, Bella." He glanced flirtatiously at me once again, his eyes raking over my body.

Edward arrived at the University of Washington fifteen minutes early. He didn't miss a turn, or bother to use directions.

Show off.

He held my hand as we walked down the quad towards the administration building together. The morning was clear and bright for Seattle, allowing Mt. Rainier to be seen in the distance.

"It's beautiful," I noted.

"Yeah." When I looked at Blue Eyes, I found him looking at me and not the mountain.

Talking with Ms. Hiller's advisor was more than helpful. He confirmed the history I had been given of Landie as a solid A/B student, with a sudden decline of grades mid semester. Absences from class and not completing assignments were new behaviors which eventually led to her dropping out. Not long after was her commitment to the Retreat. Various professors had turned in written summaries, and one stood out in particular.

Landie had been taking theology. The professor reported just before she left that Ms. Hiller had ran screaming from class one day. The discussion had centered on culpability and God's supreme judgment. He described Landie as "totally changed" from the beginning of the semester. She had become "despondent and disheveled" with "a look of panic on her face at all times." The other professors were just as surprised by the sudden change in her personality.

Edward accompanied me the entire day, listening attentively and reading every report. Focusing on our task was more than difficult with his body so in tune with mine. It was as if a unique electric current passed between us whenever we touched, and he used every opportunity to do so: opening doors for me, his hand on the small of my back, his fingers entwined in mine as we walked.

Landie's roommate Amy met us during her lunch break at University Place. She sat across from me as she toyed with a slice of pizza warily. I'm not sure if it was me being a psychiatrist or Edward being gorgeous, but I was doubtful she would speak after the first ten minutes of silence. Finally she gained composure and recalled the last year, but revealed nothing new. As she finished her summary I realized her eyes were holding something back.

Edward interjected before I could follow that thought. "Was there anything new with Landie? Outside of classes, or what you've shared? Maybe something you've only recently remembered?" His charming voice coaxed an eager look from Amy.

"I have been thinking about a date she had, with this guy she met on campus. I think his name was John, but I never met him."

"What happened?" Edward continued.

Don't mind me, go right ahead Edward.

Amy continued her story. "She was so excited; it's the only date she'd been on since starting here as far as I know. But she came in that night and was very rude when I asked her about it. She refused to answer any questions and went straight to shower and then bed. I figured it had gone bad since they never went out again, and I never asked about it. In fact, she started acting different soon after."

"You don't know who he was?" he asked.

"No." She looked embarrassed. "I only know he was an upperclassman, and Amy was surprised and thrilled he had asked her to dinner."

Leaving campus I shivered. Edward's arm wrapped instinctively around me.

"You think something happened with him? You think he raped her?" I asked out loud.

"Could be. It would explain a lot. Looks like you have some work to do in session, Dr. Swan."

"Yeah. That's not something I'm looking forward to."

"Well, enough of those thoughts for now. How about something I've been looking forward to?"

I smiled at his beautiful face, the smell of him intoxicating. "Such as?"

"Well," Edward smirked as if reading my thoughts. "It's still early. You ever been to Gasworks?"

"Um…no."

"Good! We're going."

We took I-5 to the northern end of Lake Union and to the former site of the Seattle Gas Light Company. The 20 acre park looked out over the lake and provided breathtaking views of the Seattle skyline and Aurora Bridge. Edward and I walked to the top of the 'Great Mound' which gave us the best panoramic view, watching the sailboats in the lake. We used a blanket he had carried from the car, being a true boy scout. Sitting in between Edward's legs, I leaned against his chest and watched the world go by. His arms wrapped around me tightly, his breath in my hair. Being with him in the moment was the most alive I had ever felt.

"This feels right," I said.

"This is right, Bella."

"Glad you finally agree." I giggled as he kissed my cheek in return, tickling me. We talked and laughed, analyzing the people who walked by in the park. The time passed quickly and the afternoon ended while we enjoyed our first sun set together. I didn't want to leave.

"You hungry?" Edward whispered in my ear.

If you only knew. "A little."

"I have the perfect place. C'mon, beautiful."

We arrived at the Wild Ginger at Triple Door for dinner, but food seemed impossible with my stomach in knots.

I'm in Seattle with Edward Cullen. Squeee!

Every woman we passed paused to look in his direction. He never acknowledged them, focusing only on the two of us. We ordered from the bar, a microbrew and a glass of wine. I drank it quickly, hoping my nerves would relax. Of course his entrée was the Seven Flavored Beef, medium rare. This brought about another round of taunting and challenges regarding my taste in meat. The innuendos only caused my desire to mount further. I managed enough bites of the Mongolian Noodles for Edward not to notice my lack of appetite. All I could do was watch his mouth, his eyes, and his hands.

"They have music here, would you like to stay, or are you ready to go?" He asked politely.

"I think I'll take a rain check on the music."

"Ok." Edward 's eyes sparkled. "I have one more thing I'd like to do tonight, if you're up to it?"

I'm up for something alright.

"What's that?" I asked in my best attempt at sultry.

"Well, make that two things." Edward chuckled. "Let's go before I lose my will."

Lose it. Please lose it!

Edward drove us back to the heart of the city, the lights of Seattle aglow. We pulled up to a valet at the base of the Space Needle, and Edward met my gaze as I stepped out in wonder.

"The Space Needle?"

"Yeah. You've been here before?" he asked.

"Years ago, as a kid. But never at night."

"Good. Another first then."

We walked to the elevator directly and I realized we were alone. "Wait. Aren't there usually lines, and 30 minute waits?" I was confused.

"Hmm. I suppose."

"Edward…where are all the people?"

He smiled shyly. "I reserved the observation deck for tonight, Bella." I saw the Private Event sign placed outside the information window and realized he had done just that, for me. My mouth dropped in amazement.

"You ok?" He questioned as we stepped inside the elevator and began climbing 520 feet. The glass allowed us to look out over the city as we traveled to the observation deck, alone.

"You did all this, for me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Edward stepped behind me and whispered in my ear. "I'd give you the world if I could."

Turning to look in his eyes, I reached up and ran my fingers along his jaw. "All I want is you."

The gravity of the past months, the excitement of the day, and the heat of the moment all came crashing together in our embrace. Edward bit my bottom lip as I moaned into his kiss, pulling his hair in response. We arrived at the observation deck all too quickly.

"Damn those are fast elevators." Edward chuckled, leading me out to the views of the city. We held each other close while admiring the lights of the city and Quest Field. The sparkling waters of Puget Sound were dark in the night, but Mt. Rainier and the Cascade Mountains still loomed in the distance. Edward identified the various landmarks as I nuzzled deeper into his neck, inhaling his scent, memorizing his jaw line. I'm not sure how much time went by before I realized he had grown quiet, his hands caressing my back, pulling me closer.

"You ready to leave?" he asked.

He paid all this money!

No! Yes! Let's go!

"Bella?"

"I'm sorry," I was torn between my lust and my reason.

"For what?"

"I know you went through a lot to plan tonight, and it's beautiful. But the only sight I can focus on right now, is you."

Edward's gaze became darker, more primal. He pulled me to the elevator quickly without another word.

Is he angry?

"Edward! We can stay…"

Before the doors had closed he had me in his arms again, devouring my neck and pressing me against the glass.

Or not.

The drive to the hotel took only a few minutes, which was a good thing considering I was out of my seatbelt, kissing his neck fervently. Edward groaned pulling into the drive, jumping out and handing our bags to the bellhop. He led me to the elevators again, where it was his turn to drive me to the brink of insanity with his tongue on my neck.

Entering the room, our bags were already there and the bellhop was waiting. Edward provided the tip and closed the door with haste, turning to find me behind him. Our eyes met in the dim light and I saw his desire mirroring my own. I finally realized he wanted this too. He wanted me. All of my insecurities disappeared in the depths of his gaze.

"Bella."

My name coming from his lips took my breath away. I stepped into his arms, my lips finding his in urgency. Our tongues teased each others, challenging. I ran my hands up his back, pulling at his jacket. Edward obliged, peeling it off of his form before returning his hands to my hair. He pulled me closer, his teeth nipping my bottom lip once again. A moan escaped me, causing him to pull back, looking fiercely into my face.

"I've wanted you for so long," he confessed.

"I'm yours," I answered.

With that, no more words were needed. Edward lifted my sweater off, my hair cascading down around my shoulders. He traced his fingers under each strap of my ivory laced bra, his lips kissing down my neck, between each breast. I pulled on the locks of his hair, his tongue swirling over my skin. Pulling his shirt off in return, I hungered to feel his flesh against mine. Blue Eyes continued to caress my breasts, my nipples hardening from his touch. I shimmied out of my pants, standing in front of him in just a matching lace thong. His hands found the clasp, my bra dropping around our feet. Edward stared at me, his hands exploring my body, each stroke causing a new set of chills to cover my skin. I kissed his neck in return, mapping a trail down his chest. My fingers found the waist of his pants, dragging his jeans off as I went to my knees. He stepped out of his clothes and shoes, falling back onto the bed in just his boxers.

I crawled up his legs, kissing the muscles of his abs with my breasts pressed against his groin. Edward was propped up on his shoulders watching me. I grabbed his boxers in my teeth, peeling them down with the help of my hands. Seeing him naked in front of me was enough to bring me undone. His erection found my gaze, causing my mind to reel.

He's big.

My lips kissed his tip, licking it playfully while looking at Edward. Another long lick brought a moan from his lips before he leaned back on the bed. Placing my mouth around his cock I took in the entire length, stroking the shaft with my hand as I sucked. Before I could continue, Edward grabbed me by the arms. I looked up, surprised, wondering if I had done something wrong.

He shook his head slowly through ragged breaths and threw me swiftly on my back. "Oh no you don't. I want to be inside you when I come the first time."

Edward kissed between my breasts, pulling each nipple with his teeth. I arched in response, the tightening in my core becoming unbearable.

Maybe you should beg.

"Please," I whispered.

Edward peeled my thong off, never relenting on the torment of my breasts. I was so wet, and his fingers found my entrance with ease, sliding inside of me as I pleaded.

"You're so tight, Bella."

I kissed him deeply, tasting the lust on his tongue. I heard him open a condom while we kissed. My hands clawed at his back as he rolled between my legs, my hips arching to meet him. Edward grabbed my ass as he placed his tip inside me, thrusting in quickly.

"Oh, god," I groaned, moving my hips involuntarily from the fullness. It had been so long and it was tight.

Edward moved slowly a few times, hesitant. I needed more, and I encouraged him with my response. "More. I want all of you."

My words took his caution away, inciting Edward to enter me fully and without restraint. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. His mouth caressed my neck, biting, teasing. I returned the gesture, pulling his ear in my mouth. He lifted me off of the bed with my ass in his hands; His face darkening with need. Our fervor caused my body to tighten, my climax building and approaching all too soon. He was filling me, hitting my core with every thrust. I tried to hold back my whimpers, to teeter on the ledge. My breathing grew louder in his ears, making him growl in return.

"Don't hold back. Your mine. Give it to me," he commanded.

I'm his.

His words caused me to explode, falling over the edge into a heavenly abyss. My orgasm clamped down around him as I cried out his name.

Edward responded with a final thrust, "Oh damnnnnnnn." He came just as violently and collapsed as my body trembled in his arms.

And you're mine.

A/N: Lemons are like potato chips, right? You can't eat just one. ;)

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