AN: Sorry this chapter was a little late in getting out. I developed an awful stomach bug and then had a hard time writing this week. Huge thanks to wheather79 for pre-reading and FanpireMama for being my beta, and for JadedandBoring to stepping up to beta this chapter. SM owns the characters - I circumcised them, converted their names, forced them to eat my brisket, gave them matzo ball soup when they were sick, sent them to Hebrew School, shipped them to Florida to see their grandparents in Palm Beach County, and then I made them feel guilty for making me do all of that. I tend to play up some stereotypes; it is all meant in good fun. If you are offended, let me know, or just hit the x button on your browser window.

Chapter 6: Better When it's Wetter

EPOV

Neither of us let the drama of the big reveal ruin the rest of our night. I personally think that Alice Brandonberg is still a bit of a drama queen, but I guess people don't change that much over the years. Nope, we were not letting it ruin our night. We walked back to my apartment hand-in-hand, both of us sporadically squeezing the other in anticipation. With each reassuring squeeze, Zayin was awoken from his flaccid slumber.

The empty elevator only led to more groping, and by the time we stepped off onto my floor, my shirt was untucked and my pants were unzipped. Bella couldn't keep her hands off of me. It was awesome. I stumbled around trying to find my keys and then dropped them as I jingled them in the lock. I flung the door open and stepped inside, turning on the lights. Bella followed suit, closing the door behind her.

I turned around to tell her something, when I saw her – wearing only her panties. I almost jizzed right there. I opened and closed my mouth several times, my eyes darting back and forth between her face, the curves on her body, and her dress, which lay in a pool on the floor.

"Make love to me," Bella commanded. Her voice was soft but firm. She walked over to me and began to slowly remove my shirt from my shoulders. We danced our way back into my bedroom, kissing exploring, stopping only for me to step out of my pants that had gathered around my ankles. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing socks, because black socks and underwear reminded me too much of my father drinking coffee in the morning at the kitchen table.

Zayin was raring to go. Bella stepped back from me and hooked her fingers into her panties, which were really cute on her, frilly and all. She slid them down her slim legs, and then kicked them over to the other side of the room. She then climbed up onto my bed and made herself at home on the right side. It was the side she always claimed as her own. I stood there admiring her now completely naked body on my bed. Things were so familiar, yet still so new.

"Dude, you have Bella naked in bed, begging to be fucked. Why are you standing there?" Zayin asked me.

Silent, Bella beckoned me to join her with her finger.

I climbed up on top of her, and moved so that I was straddling her body, my weight resting on my bent knees. "See, I can make you come with just my little finger," she said with smirk.

"You don't even need to use your finger to make me come, baby. You. All I need is you," I replied into her ear. My tongue slowly circled her lobe as she let out a gasp and bucked her hips against the fabric of my boxer briefs.

My tongue moved down her neck to her collarbone. My fingers circled her nipples. She moaned, her hands gravitating to Zayin. Her fingers moved upward to the elastic waistband of my underwear and slowly started to work them down.

Impatiently, I pulled my attention away from kissing her to free Zayin from his Calvin Klein-branded prison. We were both naked and I slid my legs down and lowered my face back down to hers. Our mouths met as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer to her wet pussy. She was dripping wet – for me.

"Please," she pleaded between kisses, taking my cock in her hand and dragging it along her wet entrance. I wanted to push in, but we had always used condoms.

"Let me…" I didn't need to finish as I rolled over to my side and pulled open the nightstand drawer. I fumbled around until I located the Costco-size box of condoms and pulled out one of those turquoise squares. I tore it open only to find it dried up.

"What the…" I cried. Bella rolled over and looked at me. Flipping on the light, I examined the package. "Shit, they're expired," I explained. It dawned on me that this was the box I had bought for our last semester of college. It had remained untouched for most of law school. Well, except for that one time…

"Shit. Shit. Shit," Bella repeated, shaking her head. "I went off the pill a while ago. I wasn't dating anyone and well, it was making my face breakout and the hormones made me crazy," she explained.

"I could run down to Duane Reade or something – I think there is a 24-hour one open on 86th Street," I offered, flipping the light off, sliding back down onto the bed, and turning back toward Bella while I waited for her answer. I really didn't want to run out, but I would. Anything for her.

Bella bit her lip like she was contemplating something and leaned back against the pillows. Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh. "This is going to kill the mood, but I'm clean. I was tested at my last appointment with my ob/gyn."

Just the words "ob/gyn" made Zayin retreat a tad.

"Did you have a reason to not be clean?" I should have just asked her point blank how many guys she had fucked when we were broken up, but I was trying to be a gentleman.

"I went through a period, albeit brief, where I sort of slept around. I kept searching and searching, but what I was looking for wasn't out there. They weren't you, Edward. Now, what about you? Are you clean?"

I wanted to demand she tell me every single of one of their names so that I could hunt them down. I wanted to be angry, but I knew deep down inside that I had no right to be.

"There was one girl. She was the anti-Bella. Everything you are, she was not, and that included being a goddess. We went out a couple of times and slept together once. It made me realize that I couldn't ever just forget about or let you go."

Shit, I made her cry. Tears drops rolled down her cheeks and fell onto her pert nipples.

"Baby, I didn't mean to make you cry," I said, wiping her tears on her cheeks with my fingers. "We don't have to – well, you know…we could cuddle?" I suggested. Zayin was calling me a pussy.

"I want you, Edward." Bella curled her leg over mine and drew herself closer to me and my semi-flaccid cock. The heat radiating from her pussy was making me hard again, but should I be? She was crying; it seemed wrong. Pussy!

"I am tired of thinking," Bella continued between kisses, caressing my arm with her fingers. "I over-think and over-analyze everything. Let's just be – us – in the moment. Now." Her mouth traveled up to my lips as she climbed on top of me and brought herself down on me.

She was so warm and she felt so tight. Don't come. Don't come. Nancy Pelosi, Michelle Obama, Ariana Huffington, Hilary Clinton. I went through my reel of Democratic women, picturing them in bikinis. My mouth tried to move to offer to run out to get condoms again, but the feeling of Bella against me bare was un-fucking-believable.

BPOV

I was never one to make a rash decision, so while it seemed rash to jump onto Edward and ride his cock bareback, it wasn't. I was due for my period in a few days and since going off the pill I could totally tell when I was ovulating. Gross, right? The chance of Edward impregnating me was very slim. It felt so good sliding up and down on his cock. I loved watching his face as I made him come.

After he had told me that he hadn't had sex in a long time, my expectation lowered greatly. Reality surely did meet my expectations, when I rode him up and down a few times and I felt him quiver.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he replied breathlessly. "It's just been a while. Why don't I make it up to you? Let me clean up and then I will take care of you."

"We could just wait and go again in a little bit?" I suggested.

"Bells, I'm not 22 anymore. You sort of got me peaking," he said sheepishly. "Oh, but from what I have read you won't peak for a couple of more years…"

Oh, so that is why there are cougars. That explains it. I rolled over as Edward sopped up his spooge with a handful of tissues. Why did sex have to be so messy?

I leaned back against Edward's wrought-iron headboard – it was that one from IKEA, like most things in his apartment, heck like most things in anyone under 40's apartment who lived in New York, and waited for him to worship me. Yeah, that sounded horrible, but he's gotten his – twice now and all I have gotten is a lot of sticky sperm in and around my body.

"Now, where were we?" Edward asked as he started from my toes and began to kiss his way up my body. I expected him to stop and pay attention to my clitoris, but he graced by it. I coughed a little to get his attention. "You okay?"

"I thought you were going to go down on me?"

"Will you just sit back and enjoy?"

I complied as his lips continued to make their way up my body. He took turns licking, flicking and sucking each of my nipples. He palmed my breasts with his strong hands. His lips rarely left my body, always discovering a new inch to kiss. Slowly, he slid one hand off my breast and trailed his fingers south until they reached the wet pool that had formed between my legs. His index finger began to slowly trace circles on my clit, causing me to buck my hips.

"More," I moaned. He swapped his thumb for his finger and pushed two fingers inside. He pumped and I bucked, but I wanted more. Why couldn't he be hard again and make me come? Boo, I missed pre-law Edward.

"Awwh!" I don't know what he just did down there, but a wave of emotion overpowered me as I bucked my hips, making my toes curl and my release come.

I couldn't stop smiling, but I also couldn't keep my eyes open. I had forgotten about Edward's magic fingers. Everything about him was so wonderful. I curled up around him and rested my head on his chest. My fingers played with the patches of hair he had. Edward wrapped his arms around me and kissed my keppie.

"I'll be ready to go again in the morning. Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in?" he asked.

"Naked. It'll be easier for me to seduce you in the morning," I replied.

"You want to get under the sheets to sleep?"

"I suppose that would be a good idea."

After we were under the covers, we resumed our cuddle positions.

We spent the next day in Edward's bed, reconnecting physically. Edward's morning wood woke me up and I took another ride on Zayin. In fact, we spent the entire weekend inside Edward's apartment. It turned out to be one of those wretched weekends with torrential summer downpours. So, we bunkered down in Edward's apartment and didn't even leave to go out to eat – thank goodness for takeout!

We never did run out to get condoms. We probably could have gotten those delivered too, but nonetheless I wasn't worried. Though, I was internally debating whether or not to go back on to the pill. I sort of lied to Edward when I said it made my face breakout. It did that, but it also sort of made me a raging bitch and I almost got arrested for attacking a saleslady on the shoe floor at Saks Fifth Avenue.

Alice had dragged me down there because she wanted to shop on the shoe floor that had its own zip code. I couldn't even afford one of the free pedis that they gave away to try on shoes there, but I figured it would be fun just to try on. Well, some bitchy saleslady made a snide remark about my lack of a designer purse and I sort of went ape-shit. I had a cramp. She just was snarky at the wrong time.

Condoms. Edward would have to get condoms. Maybe we could go to the new Costco in Harlem, I think they deliver. We both had the next two weeks free and then I started business school. Where had this summer gone?

"Are you ready?" Edward asked. We were cuddling on his couch, both of us with our cell phones in hand. We were synchronizing turning them on.

"Ready! On the count of three – one, two…" I winced, "three!"

"Ha-ha! I've got 25 missed calls, fifteen voicemails, and almost double the number of text messages," Edward boasted.

"Chump change. Fifty-eight missed calls; my voicemail is full, and sixty-three texts."

"Impressive, but between Alice and your mother it's not that impressive."

We started listening to our voicemails; the first couple of messages were from my mom. She started out confused and then angry, not that Edward and I were back together, but that I wasn't picking up my phone.

Alice also called a lot to apologize and later on in the weekend she called to find out if I wanted to go shopping. I had forgotten she had wanted to go to the Barney's Warehouse sale – again. She goes multiple times. I find it really gross, because there are no dressing rooms and you have to like practically strip in public to try on clothes.

"Alice apologized," I say in a very blasé manner.

"Really? Do elaborate… Oh, by the way, my mother has found a fabulous band for our wedding."

"Wait, what? Our what?" I was dumbfounded.

"She's crazy. Forget I even mentioned it," Edward replied, shaking his head, but his eyes were on me trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, so Alice was all like – oh, Bella I'm sorry for being so bitchy tonight. She's actually really happy for us. She said she was stressed out with Jasper and work. I don't know. She can be such a drama queen. I know she really wants Jasper to propose soon, but she is really going to be a bridezilla. I swear she is going to turn me off from the entire idea of marriage or make me want to elope."

Edward coughed. "You want to get married?" he asked like he wasn't sure if I even wanted to get married.

"Yes, I want to get married. I've only been able to picture myself marrying you, but school has to come first. Business school is tough enough as it is let alone throwing wedding planning on top of it." Not that I expected Edward to propose right then and there, nor did I want him to. Lately, however when I pictured my future, he was in it.

"We'll figure it out, baby. We'll figure it out," Edward replied, shaking his head and staring out at his bedroom.

Well, duh. It wasn't like we were running down to Atlantic City to get hitched or flying out to Vegas. Do they have rabbis who dress like Elvis out there? I made a mental note to Google that later when I was home. Home. Rose. Shit.

"Rose never called. She was probably stewing over everything when she was being all fabulous out in the Hamptons. I should get home; make her cookies or something to win back her love."

"Emmett called me – he gave me the heads up that she's been pretty distant all weekend."

"Shit. I better pick up some ice cream too. Oooh! Idea – I'll make homemade ice cream sandwiches with the cookies and her favorite ice cream."

"Hey – " Edward started to say. He was going to get all pouty that I wasn't going to make him any ice cream sandwiches.

"I will make you some later this week. Besides, Rose likes mint chocolate chip ice cream." Edward crinkled his nose. He could be such a baby.

I had just enough time to get the sandwiches in the freezer before Rose walked in, bags in tow, looking tan and fabulous, but none too happy.

"You," she declared, pointing a finger at me. "You were the reason I had a lousy time this weekend and not the intermittent rainstorms we kept having. I kept thinking about you and all of your lies. It really pissed me off." I opened my mouth to say something, but she put a finger in front of my face. "Wait, and then I thought about how miserable you have been without Edward and how much I wished you would grow a pair of balls and just contact him for the past three years and I couldn't help but be relieved. "

Rose, who has never been much of a touchy-feely type of person, threw her arms around me in a hug. "By the way, I made Alice apologize to you over the phone."

"Thanks for that. She's such a drama queen."

"Ugh, I know. She's on pins and needles waiting for Jasper to propose and he knows it. He is going to keep postponing the more she keeps asking when he's going to propose and then he's only going to do it after she stops asking."

"Shut up. Does he know he's also torturing us?" I asked.

"He told me to tell you, he said he'll fix your computer the next time it crashes."

"Thinking of making amends, I made you double fudge cookie ice cream sandwiches with mint chocolate chip ice cream."

Rose's eyes got bigger. "You,bitch, you're trying to get me fat!" She said cried jokingly.

I shrugged and proceeded to give her the highlights of my weekend rained in with Edward. For the first time, things felt normal again – whatever that was.

AN: Since this was late, I will do my best to get the next chapter back up on schedule, but this past week was mishugina. Oh and as always, you review, I tease.