"Are you okay?"

You reel back to stare at me. Almost as if you're trying to figure out if that sound could have come from anywhere else.

"Of course I am," I scoff, "Why wouldn't I be?" As long as I don't let out a fart next, I'll be fine.

"I've never heard you make that sound before Bell." Your eyes twinkle in wonder as you laugh and I just know this is another sound you're gonna want to hear from me again.

"Well," I grumble, "I'm a girl. I make a lot of sounds."

"You're a girl?"

"Okay," I say, now just a tad bit annoyed. All I wanted was a kiss and now you're joking and making fun of me. I lift to raise myself from up underneath you. You groan and pull me on top of you.

"I know you're a girl Bella." You smile up at me and lean in to place a kiss on my neck. "I can feel it." You move your hands from down my back and place them on my ass. With just one squeeze, I make a move.

I quickly scoot up to your face and smash your lips to mine. I can't tell if I've taken you by surprise because of how responsive you are to me. You move one hand from my ass to wrap in my hair. I groan against your lips as I grasp your own hair in my hands.

I feel something hard between my legs and break away to ask, "Is this okay?"

"What do you think?" You push up between my legs and move your face down to kiss and suck at my neck. Thank god for these thin pants!

"I just," I stop to moan when you bite at my skin, "I kind of attacked you."

You pull away to lick at the spot, "my hand was on your ass."

"I know," I smile from above you, "I'd just like to make sure this is consensual. I'd hate to take advantage of you."

"You want to hear that I want you B?"

I bite my lip and nod down at you.

"Well," you lift your head, planting a soft kiss on first my chin, then my jaw, my nose, below my ear, and finally landing around my mouth. I pout at you purposely avoiding my lips. "Why did you attack me? Isn't that a more important question?"

"Well that all depends on position, and I'm clearly at the top right now."

You raise an eyebrow at me and I brace for you to flip us back again, but you don't. You roll us on our sides so that we're facing each other.

"Now the playing field is equal."

"Really?" I grin and raise a hand to run through your hair. I lift my right leg to place on top of your side, pushing my knee up against your junk as I do so. "I could take a nap right now."

"Could you?" you move in towards my neck, but I quickly place myself in yours.

"Yes right here. Are you okay or are you still going to be up?"

You growl at me and flip us. I find myself so engrossed in your neck bites and kisses that I don't hear the front door open. Or the hurried steps up and through the hall. Or the knocking on the door. Too bad I also didn't hear the knocker give up and push your bedroom door open.

"Edward!" Esme shouts and marches into the room. I scream out in surprise and push you off of me.

What I thought was a light push turned out to be a hard shove. You land hard as hell on the floor and I almost feel bad, but your mother just walked in on you on top of me and right now, I feel for me just a little bit more.

Esme rushes back out and I scramble to push down my shirt. You sneaky bastard. I don't remember feeling you move it up.

"Oh Bella hello!" she greets me from outside of the door. "Edward I was so worried. I called you three times and you didn't answer. I called Alice and she said you two left her house over an hour ago."

"Fuck," you mumble low enough just for me to hear as you stand up cradling your head. "Mom, I'm sorry. I must've put it on silent when we got here."

"Oh that's fine," she giggles, anger forgotten, "I'll be downstairs dear. Take your time."

"I think my mom just gave us the go ahead to keep fooling around."

"I think you're an idiot for not locking the door. Esme's gonna think I'm no better than those two sluts that showed up here yesterday."

How can I face her again? She's probably downstairs cooking and setting a place for me across from herself so that she can glare at me.

"Stop," you sit beside me on the bed and pull me into your lap, "you know that's not true. She prefers you over any of those girls. Sometimes over me." You chuckle and place a kiss on my lips.

I return the peck twice, "You're right."

"She's probably downstairs planning the wedding."

"Shit," I scramble off of your lap and head towards the door, "I think she has my hippie mother's number."

I was right about one thing. She isn't glaring at me so much as smiling, but my place setting is right across from her at the dinner table.

Carlisle has had to "subtlety" nudge her at least three times and Edward? He occasionally looks up at me, chuckles and then returns to his food. He's enjoying this way too much.

"So," I start as a way to distract Esme from arranging seating charts in her head, "did you maim anyone today Carlisle?"

He chuckles much like his son and jokes, "Only the kids."

"I can't take it anymore!" I turn my head towards Esme, kind of startled. "I don't want to meddle, but I'm so happy for you kids."

Carlisle stuffs his mouth with mashed potatoes while his son turns to place an arm around my shoulder and scoots my chair closer to him. He kisses my forehead. Esme squeals and damn near shakes the table in her excitement.

The doorbell rings and Carlisle races up to answer it.

"Oh Bella, I think your dad and Jacob are here."

I feel your arms tighten around me and smirk. Now who's enjoying dinner?

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