Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, Shadows
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Prompt: Duty
Dialogue Flex: "I'm yours, heart and soul," he said.

This is for all you lovely pervs who've waited so long for sexy times. I've caved, and am giving you some. Consider it my mother's day gift to you.

Walking from the hospital at a normal pace was difficult. Even harder was walking to the edge of the parking lot. Edward's anticipation rolled off of him, his body vibrated. Each time he glanced down at me the desire in his eyes made the fire within me burn hotter and hotter. We couldn't reach the cover of the trees fast enough.

A couple steps away I threw caution to the wind and bolted for the woods. "Hey!" Edward called from behind me, laughter in his voice. "You cheated!"

"Catch me!" I shouted back, giggling a little as I glanced over my shoulder. All laughter stopped when a feral look came into his eyes and a low growl emanated from him. It was all I needed.

My feet and hands flew, propelling me through the trees. Up and down through the branches, not even a thought required to find the fastest way through. While I was running from him I was also running to our cabin. It wasn't a question of being caught or not, but where.

A flock of birds scattered from the treetops, calling their displeasure at our rapid passage. Edward barely made any sound, but it was enough to tell he was growing closer. A cougar roared below, distracting me from Edward's pursuit of me for just a moment. My hair caught in branches, ripping them bare of leaves, barely tugging on my scalp. The snap of a branch right behind me sent me sailing down to the ground, laughing at his growl over being evaded.

"I will get you," he said.

"Promises, promises." Power surged in my body, propelling me forward, the sense of being pursued adding impetus. Another twig broke, this one close enough to make me jump. I never made it into the tree.

A hand grabbed around my ankle. Immediately I turned and roared, ready to fight. My teeth bared and my hands in claws I attacked. "Bella, it's me," Edward cried in alarm, dropping my leg.

I smiled. "Gotcha!" And I was gone again.

"That's twice you've cheated. You will pay," he called, instantly taking up the chase again.

"Promises, promises," I reiterated, once again taking to the trees. Then everything went silent. Skidding to a stop I turned to look for him. "Edward? Where are you?"

A chuckle came from above me. I ran off again. Weaving back and forth, up and down, I evaded him, all while continuing in the general direction of our cabin. He was as silent as the grave, giving me no indication of how far ahead I was.

The cabin came into view. I was sure I'd make it. Just as I took in a breath to let out a cry of triumph two arms came around me from behind, lifting me off my feet. "Gotcha!" he said, swinging me around so he could carry me bridal style as he carried me onto the cabin.

I laughed as he burst through the door. "What are you doing?"

"My duty as your husband," he said, carrying me on to the bedroom.

"It's your duty to break down doors?"

"It's my duty to carry you across thresholds. It's not my fault if the door is in the way." He came to a stop right beside the bed and lowered me onto it. "Now, if I recall, you have something coming to you."

"Promises…." His lips met mine, sealing off any more response. Hands tore away clothes, flinging shreds of material to the floor. I knew his body. I'd loved it often as a human. It was nothing compared to how it felt now.

I traced down his arms, trailing my fingers over the curves of his muscles. Over his shoulders and down his back, until he turned, placing me on top of him. He lay perfectly still, even stopping his breathing as he allowed me to continue relearning him. I'd thought him perfect before, but it was nothing compared to now. I felt his skin, warm and soft, flowing over hard muscles. His bones, tendons, hair, everything excited me further.

I worked my way down, examining, kissing every inch of him, until he couldn't take anymore. With a groan he pulled me up from where I was tracing his calves. "My turn," he said, kissing me hard.

Oh, what a kiss. I felt it deep within. It seemed as if the fire of my burning reignited, only instead of leaving charred ash it left white hot coals. His lips left mine, moving down over my jaw, my throat, to my chest. He grabbed my hips to stop me from squirming beneath him. "Don't move," he whispered before sealing his lips over my nipple, making me cry out with the pleasure.

Surely nothing could be better than this, but it could. He rolled to one side, moving his hand off my hip to trail across my stomach, stopping at my navel, and moving down my body. When he ghosted his hand over my sex I cried out, lifting my hips. "Shh," he admonished, lifting his head from my breast and moving his hand to my thigh to hold me down. "Don't move."

"Please," I said, squirming some more. I wrapped my hand behind his head to pull him back to my breast. He pulled away with a smile.

"Oh, no, you ran from me. You don't get to control this." I rubbed my hip against his length, pressing into him, smiling when he groaned. "Behave," he said, trying to look serious, failing miserably.

"I want you," I whispered, squirming some more.

His eyes softened. "You have me. Let me show you how good this can be now that you're a vampire." The hand on my thigh moved up to my hip, his thumb grazed over my sex. "Trust me?"

"Completely," I said, breathless.

"Don't move," he said again, trying to be firm. When I nodded he returned his lips to my breast and moved his hand between my legs.

I was ready for him, too ready. The slightest touch on my clitoris sent me flying. Spasms of pleasure shot through my body unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I grabbed his hand and yanked, needing him now. "Inside me," I panted over and over again.

"Too soon," he said, pulling away.

"Now," I insisted, grabbing for him. When he didn't move I did, rolling him onto his back and straddling him quickly. He hissed when I took him in me, the sensation making me groan louder.

He placed his hands on my hips, slowing my erratic movements to set a tempo we both enjoyed. After a few minutes he trailed one hand up, over my breast, cupping my face. I looked into his eyes, surprised to find them, not full of lust, but love. "I'm yours, heart and soul," he said before pushing into me once more and freezing as he found his release.

Rolling me to my side, we lay facing each other, legs entangled. "I mean it," he whispered. "You are my heart."

Pressure built behind my eyes, presaging tears that would never fall. "And you are mine."

"Next time," he whispered, leaning in for a kiss, "don't move."

"It can be better than that?" I asked.

He shrugged. "According to what I've heard," he said, tapping his temple. "It can be much better."

"I look forward to finding out."

"It's a good thing we don't need to sleep."

I hope you all had a wonderful mother's day! We had four generations at my house, it was wonderful.