The song for this chapter is "Sex Life" by D.R.U.G.S.

Also, since the title of this story is a Chiodos song, I'm changing the chapter titles to Chiodos/D.R.U.G.S. song titles/lyrics.

Hope you like this chapter!

- JayBee

*Two weeks later*

BPOV

I woke up with Edward's arm around my waist. He turned around momentarily to turn the alarm off and wrapped his arm around me again.

"Edward."

"Mmmm." He pulled me to him, snuggling me into his warm body.

"Work."

"Mm-mm."

"We have to get up," I said, my lips brushing against his neck.

"Let's stay here," he mumbled, eyes still closed. I moved to roll away and he held me tighter. "I'm sure we have a few minutes…"

I felt the heat rush to my face, through my stomach, and down south as he licked the outer shell of my ear. It took all my strength not to get under the covers and take care of the thing poking my stomach.

"We have no minutes."

I got out of bed and Edward pulled a pillow over his head. "I hate my life."

"If you get ready and go to work, I'll make sure you love your life tonight."

He pulled the pillow down. "Promise?"

"I promise."

He trudged over to the bathroom, taking his boxer-briefs off along the way. I heard the shower turn on and went over to the closet to pick out my clothes.

Edward got out twenty minutes later, looking as relaxed as ever.

"What took you so long?" He stared at me for a beat, and I looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist. No huge bulge. "Oh." Jeez.

I didn't blame him. We hadn't done anything sexual in three weeks, and we were both beyond antsy. Either we were too tired after work, or something came up and we didn't have time. One of these days, one of us was going to go crazy. I was just waiting for it.

I took a quick shower, got dressed, towel-dried my hair, and followed the smell of coffee downstairs.

Edward was pouring dog food into Connor's dish, and went to pour coffee in his Thermos when I walked up behind him and grabbed his sides.

He jumped and looked back at me with a smirk. "Hey."

"Can I have some?"

He held my hips, pinned me against the adjacent counter, and leaned the length of his body against mine. "You can have all you want." He kissed me softly as his hands found their way up my shirt and Eddie found his way to my happy place.

I pulled back and looked down between us before raising an eyebrow at Edward. "Already? What's his rebound time, thirty seconds?"

"He can't help it."

"You just got off in the shower."

"Yeah, well, that's no substitute." I took his hands out of my shirt and held them in my hands. "I can have my clothes off in record time."

"I have no doubt about that," I laughed, "But we don't have enough time."

"Let's call in sick."

"You can, but I can't. I can't just leave my patients alone." I loved my job, but sometimes, I could think of better things to do – like going upstairs and staying in bed with Edward all day.

"What if you were deathly ill and you couldn't go to work?"

"Edward, I work in a hospital. If I was that sick, they'd still be expecting me at the hospital."

He shrugged. "Maybe we went to another hospital to get help."

I gave him a quick kiss. "Tonight. I promise."

I poured some coffee into our Thermos bottles and handed Edward his Thermos.

He took the bottle, slung the long strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder, and kissed the top of my head. "Bye, baby." He turned to leave and turned back around. "I didn't get a chance to take Con out. Can you do it?"

"Yupp."

I followed him to the door and he turned around before walking out. "Oh, and what time do you get off today?"

"I'm meeting my last patient at 3:30."

"I'll try to get out around the same time. Let's paint the guest room today."

"Sounds good."

He gave me a quick kiss. "Bye."

I closed the door behind Edward, hooked Connor's leash onto his collar, grabbed my coffee and walked out. I took a quick walk around the block, brought Connor back home, grabbed my purse, and made my way toward the bus stop.

I took the bus to the city, and then took the subway to the hospital.

I got a chocolate chip muffin from the cafeteria and made my way to the psych ward on the third floor.

I entered my office and sat at my desk, enjoying my fifteen minutes of silence with my muffin and coffee.

I finished eating and sat in the chair across the couch with my notepad and files on my lap. My first patient walked in, head down and feet scuffing the floor as he walked, and slouched onto the couch.

I plastered a smile on my face. "Hi, Aro."

He didn't look up. "Hi."

"How are you doing today?"

He looked up at me, shrugged, and looked back down at his lap. "Okay."

I met Aro two days ago, and this was the second time we were meeting.

I was almost positive he was the same Aro that Edward had become friends with in rehab.

I wanted so badly to tell Edward that Aro was at this hospital with me, but I couldn't. I wasn't allowed to name any names to anybody. Edward knew different stories about different patients, but he didn't know anybody's name. I couldn't tell him anything about Aro though, because Edward would guess who it was in a second.

Aro never spoke. Even his simple 'okay' was more than he'd said last time.

We sat in silence for half an hour and I couldn't stop thinking about the things Edward and I would be doing tonight.

I had to stop. I couldn't bring personal thoughts into this room.

"Can I ask you something?"

I looked up and met Aro's eyes. "Anything."

"Are you Edward's Bella?"

At least now I'm positive this is the Aro that Edward had told me about. "Am I…"

He let out a sigh. "Edward told me you got a job in a hospital in the city. Are you that Bella?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"How is he?"

"He's fine."

"I wanna see him."

"I can't be involved in any part of that."

"Why not? You have my phone number. Just give it to him."

"I'm not allowed."

"Why not?"

"If I let him know that you're my patient, I'll lose my psychologist license."

Shit. I can't get any deeper into this. This session is about Aro, not about me.

"Then give his number to me."

"I can't do that, either. You can accidentally run into him somewhere and see him that way. And when I say accidentally, I actually mean accidentally."

He fixed his eyes to his lap again, looking defeated. Aro had overcome his heroin addiction, but the cat and dog still appeared from time to time, so they transferred him from the clinic to a psych ward in the hospital. He was never allowed out unless he was supervised, but from what I'd seen, he wasn't a threat to anyone.

"Do you like staying here?"

He didn't give an answer. He didn't even look up.

Back to staying quiet. Great.

We sat in silence until the remaining minutes of Aro's hour were up.

I saw him to the door and waited for the next patient.

Mrs. Banner walked in with her cane and made her way to the couch. She was eighty-six years old, and I personally thought she should just be sent to a nursing home.

But Mrs. Banner tried to stab her husband to death with a knife for no apparent reason other than the fact that she hates him, and now she's stuck in this hospital with the rest of us.

"Good morning, Mrs. Banner."

"Yeah? What's so good about it?" She asked in her raspy voice.

Half the time, I didn't know whether to laugh or grimace.

Neither was an option, so I always kept a straight face on.

"How are things going with your nurses?"

She made a passive gesture with her hand. "Eh…the nurses…" She pointed her cane at me. "I hate the nurses! And I hate you!"

Great. I plastered on my fake smile. "Let's channel your anger into –"

"I'm not angry!"

Sheesh… "Okay. Which emotions are you feeling right now?" I made sure to keep my voice calm and soothing.

"Well, you're annoying the heck out of me!" She turned her head to the side. "Jesus…I don't understand why they let kids have jobs like this. How are you supposed to help me? I don't even need help!"

"Do you think individuals younger than yourself shouldn't have careers such as mine because you feel belittled?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you, my husband?"

"Do you feel that your husband belittles you?"

"Well –" She stiffened her upper lip. Silence.

Jackpot. I hit a nerve.

She didn't answer any of my other questions. She didn't say one word for the remainder of the session, which was fine with me. Now I had a basis for all her hostility. Next time, we'd just pick up where we left off.

I sat through two more patients and let out a heavy sigh when my last patient left.

Finally. Lunch.

I didn't have to block off all emotion and thoughts that didn't pertain to the patients. I felt my face flush at the thought of Edward's warm, naked body as he lay in bed. I felt the familiar burning in my stomach and forced myself not to think about tonight just yet.

I went to my desk and checked my phone. A missed call from my dad and a missed call from Edward.

I called my dad first.

"Hey, Bells." There were sounds of commotion in the background.

"Hey, dad. You called?"

"Yeah. Just wanted to know if you and Edward would like to come over for dinner tonight."

"Thanks, but we're gonna paint the guest room tonight." Also, I think I'm going to shoot someone if I don't get Edward naked and in bed tonight.

"Tomorrow, then?"

"Tomorrow sounds good."

"Good. I gotta go confirm a report for dispatch. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, dad."

I hung up and called Edward.

"Hi, babe."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, really. Just got back from lunch. Sitting in my office, doing stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Sexy stuff?

"Boring business stuff. Like looking at different commercial times and buying and selling airtimes."

"Oh." Sexy stuff? Really? Get a grip, Bella.

"You're getting off around 5:00, right?"

"Yeah." I'm thinking maybe I could just go home and get off right now.

"I think I can make it out of here by 5:30." I heard him typing away at his computer. "How's your day going?"

I looked around the room. "I think I'm get too old for this job."

Edward let out a small laugh. "Well, don't get too old. You need your energy for tonight. We're still on for tonight, right?"

"Right."

He stopped typing and let out a long sigh. "Bells," he murmured.

I slid down in my seat. "Yeah."

"I think I'm gonna self-combust."

I knew the feeling. I'd self-combusted plenty of times in the past few weeks. "No hanky-panky."

"I can't take this anymore! Leave work and meet me back at home."

I rolled my eyes. He was serious. "I'll get fired."

"I'll make it worth it."

Maybe I could just run over to Edward's office really quickly…

My toes curled at the thought. "I can't. And promise me you won't touch yourself until tonight."

He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But we have to stop talking about this before my hand finds its way into my pants."

"Huh? You would've done it at work?"

"If I had to do it, then yeah."

"Edward."

"What? I can't handle this, Bella. I need to get some on a regular basis."

"Well, it's not my fault."

"I'm not saying it is, but everyone's making jokes about it."

"Then don't tell anyone." He was the one that said he wanted some things to be kept just between the two of us.

"I didn't tell anyone! Everyone keeps saying shit like, 'What's wrong, Mr. Cranky Pants? Not getting any?'"

"Then stop being cranky."

"I'm not being cranky!"

"Clearly."

He was silent for a few seconds. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"Maybe we should just put off painting –"

"No! We have to do it tonight."

Obviously this kid wasn't thinking clearly. "Would you rather paint a room or have me naked in bed? And on the floor? And in the kitchen?"

"Both. All."

Someone knocked on the door and I sat up quickly. "Come in."

My coworker Caius poked his head in, his straight shoulder-length blonde hair swaying from side to side. "Hey, Bella. Want to come down to the caf and get something to eat really quickly?"

"Sure. Just give me a sec. I'll be right out."

He retreated and closed the door.

"Caius?"

"Yeah. He wants to get something to eat."

"Tell him I said hi."

"I will." I played with the hem of my shirt, not sure of what to say next. I told myself to calm down and let it go. If Edward wanted to paint the guest room, we would paint the guest room. It wasn't always about what I wanted.

And there were other things in life besides sex.

But sex with Edward was…ugh. I can't even explain it.

"Are we still painting tonight?"

He took a few seconds to answer. "If you want to."

"I want to."

"Good. Then I'll see you in a few hours." I could hear the smile in his voice, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I hung up and put my phone in my pocket before opening the door.

"Sorry"

"No problem." Caius smiled as he pushed himself off the wall and fell in step beside me. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

I let out a sigh. "No."

We walked down to the cafeteria and each got a sandwich before sitting down.

Caius slid in the chair across me. "So what's wrong?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Really."

He eyed me warily and I knew denying it was futile. "You look miserable."

I slapped my forehead. "Shit. Do I really?" I couldn't show emotion in this place.

"Calm down," he laughed. He brought my hand down and raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Edward wants to paint the guest room."

"And?"

"I want to have sex."

I felt myself blush when he snorted and shook his head. "So do what you have to do and then paint the guest room."

"We'll be too tired to paint."

"So paint the room first."

"That's what we're going to do."

"Oh." He took a bite of his sandwich. "So, problem solved."

I shrugged. "It's not even the painting. It's…we're going through a dry spell."

"Is that why you're getting mad over painting a room?" He smiled as he chewed.

"I'm not getting mad!"

"Whatever you say."

"I just hate that we argue over dumb things. We already argue over stupid things without the added stress of…you know."

"Not having sex."

"Yeah."

He let out another small laugh. "Bella, everyone who's been in a relationship long enough goes through a dry spell at some time or another."

"But I think Edward's gonna die if we don't do something soon."

He dismissed this with a wave of his hand. "He'll be fine. This has happened so many times with my fiancée and me."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." He balled up his sandwich wrapper. "And look, I'm still alive."

"What did you guys do?" I felt like slapping myself as soon as I asked.

"One day we had time to do it, and that was it. After that, whenever it happened again, I told myself to stay calm because I knew we'd do it eventually."

I put my elbow on the table and laid my chin in my hand. "I don't know," I sighed. "We're supposed to try again tonight. I feel like something's gonna get in the way again."

He stood up and ruffled my hair before throwing away his trash and coming back to the table. "The best advice I can give you is don't plan ahead. Do you plan ahead regularly?"

"No."

"Then why plan ahead now?"

"Because –"

Caius leaned on the table with one hand and covered my mouth with the other. "No excuses. Don't plan ahead. Just do what you have to do when the time comes." He stood up and grabbed my trash, threw it away and came back to the table. "I have to go back upstairs."

I stood up and followed him to the elevator. "So do I. Group therapy and then a few more individual sessions."

He turned to me as the elevator doors closed. "You're getting off early today?"

"Yeah."

"Lucky. I get off at 9:00."

"Sucks to be you."

He smirked at me as we made our way down the hall. "No, Bella. It sucks to be you. At least I get some on a regular basis."

I rolled my eyes and opened my office door. "Shut up. You sound like Edward."

He shrugged. "There are worse things," he said as he walked toward his office. "And remember, don't plan ahead."

I sat at my desk and forced myself to concentrate on how I was going to conduct the group therapy.

I took ten minutes to prepare, finished the group therapy, finished the rest of my individual therapy sessions, and finally, it was time to go home.

I don't think I've ever been this happy to leave the hospital.

I drove home in silence, trying to calm myself down. All I could think about was what we were going to do after we finished painting the guest room.

I felt so heartless for being happy about getting away from the patients, but I could barely pay attention to them today. I felt even worse because it wasn't fair to them for my mind to be somewhere else during my time with them.

I decided to walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, gave up on the sixth floor, and took the elevator the rest of the way up. Who needs exercise, anyway?

I opened the door and bent down to hug Connor when as ran up to me. "Hi, baby! Hi!" I rubbed his back and went into the kitchen to get dinner ready, with Con trailing at my heels.

I marinated two pieces of steak and put them in the oven as I got the potatoes ready. Around 6:30, Connor ran up to the door and a second later, I heard Edward walk in.

I was stirring the sauce for the potatoes when I felt Edward's hands on my arms as he kissed the top of my head. "Hi, baby."

"Hey." I smiled as he rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Smells yummy."

"I made steak and potatoes."

"Mmm…" He kissed my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. He went to set the table, and I missed the feel of his strong arms around me already.

As silly as it sounds, I miss Edward during the workday. I know I'm going to see him at night, and we spend most weekends together, but I still miss him during the day. If someone is your other half, no matter how much time you spend apart, you always miss that person. No matter how happy you are with others or by yourself, you'll always feel completely happy when you're with your other half. Edward's mere presence put me at ease from the day's stresses.

"I'm gonna go change. I'll be right back."

I watched as Edward walked up the stairs, secretly wishing I'd follow him up, throw him on the bed and have my ways with him.

I let out a heavy sigh as I put the food in the plates and filled the glasses up with Coke.

I trudged upstairs and stopped short of the bedroom when I saw Edward jump and shove his hand in his shorts' pocket.

I raised a brow at him as I walked into the room.

He gave me a cheesy grin. "Hi."

"Hi…" I moved over to my closet, all the while watching Edward. I changed into a pair of pink boxers and one of Edward's t-shirts. I turned and looked at Edward.

His hands hung loosely at his sides, and I couldn't help but stare at his pocket. I wasn't going to ask. For once, I wasn't going to be nosy. If it was something I needed to know about, he would tell me.

"Ready?" His voice was like silk, and I watched entranced as he scratched his chest. His shorts were riding dangerously low on his hips.

I tore my gaze away from his bare body up to his eyes. "Please wear a shirt."

"No. It's summer."

I followed him out of the room and down the stairs. "I might pin you to the kitchen floor half-way through dinner and make you scream out my name."

Holy moly. Did that just come out of my mouth?

Edward smirked at me as we sat down at the kitchen table. "Yeah? Is that a promise?"

I felt my cheeks heat up and kept my head down as I ate.

"Be happy I'm not in boxer-briefs."

We ate in silence for a few minutes before my curiosity got the better of me.

"So…what's in your pocket?" Okay, so I was a nosy person. I couldn't help it!

Edward's mouth curved into a smile and I felt my heart jump. "Nothing."

"Edward," I whined.

"Bellaaa," he mimicked.

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Stop!"

"Stop!" He laughed as he fed a piece of meat to Connor.

"I wanna know."

"I know you do. You'll find out soon enough."

Gee, that helped me calm down. The last time he said something like that, he ended up in rehab.

"Can I find out now?"

He took a sip of his Coke and watched me over the brim of the cup before putting it down and licking his lips. "No."

I stared at his lips as I cut a potato in half. "Edward…"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I'm gonna make it." I felt my body heat up at the thought of finally having him to myself after we finished painting. Fuck. I needed to have him now.

He let out a small laugh. "You'll make it. I'm helping speed up the process."

"Huh? How?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear so that we can save time later."

I put my fork down and looked under the table before looking back up at Edward. "Stand up." He smirked and got out of his seat. "Come here." He took a step forward, standing right in front of me. I reached forward, pulled back the waistband of his shorts, and peeked inside.

I felt my vagina throb. Sure enough, there was his cock, hanging in all its glory. I almost fainted.

My other hand moved on its own accord, reaching inside to take a hold of Edward's cock, only to have him grab my wrist and pull my hand away. "I'm thinking, no."

"But he looks like he wants to play," I pouted.

Edward rolled his eyes and sat back down. "He always wants to play. Bella, I've been waiting all day. Now that I'm finally home, I want more than just a quickie."

Funny, because I could go for a quickie right now.

"Alright," I sighed dramatically, knowing damn well I was acting like a child. At this point, I couldn't care less.

He stared at me incredulously. "Eat your food."

"I'd rather eat something else," I mumbled under my breath.

"Don't tempt me."

I looked up at Edward and looked away just as quickly. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated. He looked almost predatory.

We calmed down enough to finish our food, and got to talking. I found out that Edward was working on a project with Tanya, and he'd be coming home later than usual a few days a week.

Great. It wasn't bad enough that he and his ex were working for the same company, but now they were working on a project together. Okay. Calm down. It's work-related, and he's with you, not with her.

Ugh! I couldn't help it. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

So I decided not to think about it.

I looked at Edward again, noting how tired he looked. The planes of his face were hard and worn, a bit of scruff covering his cheeks and jaw. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and let out a big yawn before he continued eating.

"We don't have to paint or anything tonight. We can just go to sleep." I knew it was a futile attempt, but I had to say something. He looked so worn out.

Edward cut his eyes to me. "We're going to paint. And then we're going to have sex."

"Okay."

He put his fork down with a sigh. "Why do you sound like you're being forced to do something you don't want to do?"

"I don't want to force you."

"You're not." He picked his fork up and stabbed a piece of steak a bit too forcefully. "I want to paint. And I want to have sex. Bella, you're my girlfriend, and I can't even so much as satisfy your needs right now."

"We're fine."

"We're not."

I reached my hand over the table and laid it over his. "Don't worry about it."

"But I do worry about it."

Then why can't we just paint the room some other day? "We'll be fine. Tonight is the night." Though, we've been saying that every day for the past three weeks. "Hey." I tapped his hand with my finger. "Look at me." He looked up and I frowned at the look on his face. "I'm fine, okay?"

He took his hand away with another sigh and cut his steak.

I couldn't get mad at Edward, and I couldn't get mad at myself. I didn't know what to do anymore. All I knew was that I didn't want to see Edward hurting. I didn't want him thinking that he wasn't able to give me what I wanted.

After dinner, Edward took Con out for a walk and I took everything we needed to the guest room at the far end of the hallway upstairs. I covered the floor of the room with old sheets, opened the windows, lined the walls and windows with tape, and popped open the paint cans.

I was mixing the paint when I heard the door open downstairs and feet on the stairs running up.

Edward crouched down beside me and began mixing another can full of paint. "Let's do the side walls first."

Edward began painting one wall as I did the other, and I stood back to look at the color of the paint after a few minutes. Very pretty and easy on the eyes. It was a very light green color, like a light mint green.

I continued painting and Edward came over when I was a little less than halfway done with the wall. I looked at him as he began painting. I turned to look across the room, and my mouth dropped. He had already finished painting the first coat!

"That was fast," I said as I turned back to Edward. He had specks of green on his chest and torso, but his shorts were paint-free.

And oh, God. I could see the faint outline of his dick. I swallowed hard and turned back to the wall, paying close attention to painting as I felt myself blush.

I saw Edward turn and smirk at me out of the corner of my eye. "Are my shorts bothering you?"

"No." I focused on the wall, trying hard not to look at him.

"Maybe you should take your shirt off so you don't get any more paint on it."

Shit. Why was he using that voice? "I'll keep it on. Thanks for the suggestion, though."

He shrugged and continued painting.

After we finished the wall, Edward began painting the wall that the door was on, and I took a bathroom break.

I took in gulps of air in the bathroom, taking advantage of how fresh it was compared to the guest room.

I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to the guest room.

I froze mid-step, and forced myself to step into the guest room. I stared at the wall across the doorway, my breath labored.

"Edward."

"Yes," he said in a small voice. He was standing in front of the wall with a paintbrush in his hand, the words Will you marry me? painted on the wall.

"Is this a dream?"

"No."

It took everything in me to tear my eyes away from the wall and look at him. "Edward."

"Yeah."

My vision blurred and I blinked a few times. "I think I'm gonna cry."

He was in front of me in a second, cradling my face in his hands. "Please don't. Isabella, I've loved you for my entire life, and I promise to love you for the rest of it. Will you please do the honor of marrying me?"

I hugged him tight and stared at the writing on the wall. "I love you so much, Edward. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. A million times, yes. I'll marry you."

I felt the tears spill over and closed my eyes to keep them at bay.

Edward pulled back and kissed my lips lightly. His eyes grew wide and he reached into his pocket. "I almost forgot!"

My breath hitched when I saw the ring he slid onto my finger. It was white gold, with a round diamond raised in the center and small round diamonds going down each side.

"Edw…" His name got caught in my throat. I couldn't speak. It was beautiful. The ring, the wall, everything. It was all perfect. I was so glad he proposed in the privacy of our home rather than in a restaurant or out in public.

Edward kissed my forehead and smiled as he wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I love you, Bella."

I looked into his eyes, the green color soft and warm behind his own tears as he looked down at me. "I love you, too, Edward."

I looked down at my ring, then back up at Edward. I did a mental grimace, already regretting that I was going to ruin the moment. "I have to tell Alice."

Edward rolled his eyes with a smirk and turned me around, slapping my butt. "Go. Quick."

I ran to get the phone at the end of the hall and dialed the Cullens' home number as quickly as possible. I breathed a sigh of relief when Alice picked up. "I'm engaged!"

"Ahhhhh!" I pulled the phone away from my ear at her piercing scream. "When? How?"

I laughed as I brought the phone back to my ear. "Just now. We were painting the guest room when he asked me. I'll tell you the details tomorrow."

Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and I laid my arm on top of his as he kissed the nape of my neck. I heard Alice tell Jasper the news then Jasper murmur an ow at what I'm guessing was Alice hitting him or throwing a pillow at him.

"Jasper already knew!"

I turned my head to look at Edward and he nodded his head before nuzzling my neck. "He knew before I even picked out the ring last week. He didn't tell her because she would've ruined it."

"I wouldn't have ruined it!"

Edward grabbed the phone. "You would have told Bella the second you heard about it. We'll talk to you guys tomorrow, okay?"

Alice kept talking and Edward just hung up the phone and dropped it on the floor. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walked us into the bedroom.

He kicked the door closed and pushed me up against it, kissing me fervently.

"Edward…baby," I said in between kisses, "The guest room…the paint…"

"Fuck the paint," he said as he moved down to my neck. I ran my hands through his hair as he pressed his hips into mine and drew out a moan from both of us.

He carried me over to the bed and laid me down, covering my body with his.

"I don't want to fuck," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, because apparently, I couldn't form any coherent thoughts, let alone words. I knew what he meant. He didn't need to say any more. He didn't want to fuck, he wanted to make love.

His hands were under my shirt, caressing my skin as they ran over my ribcage. He tickled my sides and I squirmed on the bed as I giggled. "Stop..."

Edward smiled as he bent down to kiss me softly. He inched his hands up my body slowly, slid his thumbs under my bra and ran them along the base of my breasts. My breath caught in my throat and he pulled back to look at me with a smirk, his hands still under my shirt.

"Don't tease," I said in a small voice.

He leaned down to nibble on my bottom lip before pulling back again. "I want to take my time."

He took my shirt off an unhooked the back of my bra, pulling it off as he smiled down at me. I didn't know what his intentions were, and I didn't care. The love in his eyes was evident, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me.

He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling softly as I gasped at the sensation.

I felt the familiar heat course through my body as I reached down to take Edward's short off, silently thanking God for elastic waistbands because I don't think I could have managed to unbutton anything right now.

Edward kicked his shorts off the bed and lowered his head to kiss a path down my stomach, licking a line just above my boxers before hooking his fingers over the waistband.

I pulled his hair and he looked up questioningly. "I didn't shave," I whispered.

He rolled his eyes and lowered the shorts in one motion. I know he didn't care if I shaved or not, but I always had the need to let him know beforehand.

He rubbed his nose against my lower lips before running it along my slit. I whimpered and writhed against his face as he nipped at my clit before flicking the tip of his tongue against it.

"Edward…I…" I panted as he continued the amazing torture.

He looked up at me with a piercing gaze, his face glistening from his nose down to his chin. He licked off everything he was able to and lined his body up with mine, peppering my jaw with kisses as his hand made its way down between our bodies.

He pressed his finger against my little bundle of nerves and slowly rubbed circles over it. When he slipped his finger in, I almost came on the spot. He kissed just below my ear before nipping at the outer shell. "Beautiful. Always so beautiful."

I threw my head back and he attacked my neck, biting and licking just above the hollow of my throat. "Not in…ungh…not in front…" I moved his head to the side, where I would be able to hide the mark with my hair.

I mewled and arched my back as he added another finger, thrusting in and out vigorously. "Baby…fuck…" I moaned. His ministrations on my body were bordering between torture and pleasure.

I was so close, but even still, not close enough.

Edward kissed my cheek and rubbed my clit with his thumb. "I'm gonna let you come, I promise. You're gonna come before I'm in you."

"Don't stop…don't stop…"

"I won't –"

And then the doorbell rang.

We both froze for half a second before Edward continued. "Ignore it."

I looked up at his flushed face. His breath was coming out in pants. "Edward."

"Ignore it." He added a third finger, his brows furrowed in concentration. The bell rang again. "Fuck!" I jumped at the raise in his voice.

"I can't concentrate." It was hard to pay attention to what he was doing. Who was at the door?

"No…" Edward whimpered as he rolled over onto his back. "I just wanna have sex," he whined to the ceiling. He ran his hands over his face and for a second, I wondered if he was crying. He let out a heavy sigh and sat up. "I'm gonna send whoever it is away. You stay here and keep the bed warm."

He began walking out of the room, and I called after him.

"What?"

"You're naked. And hard."

"Maybe that'll scare whoever it is away."

"More like it'll invite them in," I said, staring at his body.

He sighed again and pulled on his boxer-briefs, which did nothing to cover his bulge.

I watched as he ran down the stairs and heard him yank the door open. "What?" I couldn't hear whoever was at the door, but I could hear Edward clearly. "I don't know. Go home!"

I heard the door close, and Alice's voice made its way into the bedroom. "Ew! Adjust yourself! It's peeking out!"

I shoved my face into Edward's pillow and breathed in his scent. I wish I could see it peeking out.

"I didn't invite you in."

"I come to congratulate you and this is how you act? Where's Bella? I brought cake. And we need to start planning the wedding."

I picked my head up. Cake?

"She's upstairs. No! Don't go up there."

I got up and threw on Edward's t-shirt and my boxers, making my way down the stairs.

"God…I can't even make love to my fucking fiancée!"

Subtlety obviously wasn't something Edward cared about right now.

"Aww…you called her your fiancée!"

I made my way down the stairs before Edward got the chance to kill Alice.

"Bella!" Alice's face lit up and I gave her and Jasper a small wave.

Edward turned around, glaring at me. "Go back upstairs."

"I heard cake…" I said quietly.

Alice held up a brown Whole Foods bag. "Yeah! I got White Chocolate Raspberry."

"My favorite!" I ran down the rest of the stairs.

"I know!"

We made our way into the kitchen, and Edward threw his hands up in defeat.

Well, whatever. He could fuss all he wanted. If we couldn't have sex, cake was the next best thing.

Alice and I cut some cake for everybody as I told her the story. sat down with the guys in the living room.

Alice stretched her legs out on Jasper's legs and I sat next to Edward on the other couch. Everyone besides Edward was watching TV. Edward was spreading the icing of the cake on his plate and drawing patterns in it.

I bumped his knee with mine and he turned his head to look at me. "I'm going to bed."

He got up and threw out his piece of cake before washing the plate and fork and turning them over on the strainer.

I caught his eye as he was leaving the kitchen and crooked my finger, silently calling him over.

"What?"

I looked up at him from the couch. "We have company."

Edward turned to look at Alice and Jasper before turning back to me. "I don't care."

I stared at him in shock. How could he say that? "You're being rude."

He shrugged and turned to go upstairs. "Good night," he murmured over his shoulder.

I turned to Alice and Jasper with an apologetic look. I had no idea what to say. I was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry. He's cranky."

Alice shrugged. "Whatever. It's Edward. He's always cranky."

I frowned at this, because that wasn't true, and she knew it. Sometimes his temper got the better of him, and sometimes he acted like a child. But he wasn't 'just Edward' and he wasn't 'always cranky.'

Jasper went to get up and Alice sat up to try and stop him.

"I should go talk to him."

Alice stood up and grabbed his hand. "He won't talk to you. The only person he talks to when he gets like this is Bella."

She turned to me, her hand still clasping Jasper's. "Bella, we're gonna go. Sorry we barged in like this."

"You've only been here for like twenty minutes. Stay a little longer."

"No really. It's okay. We should've called first." They walked to the door and put their shoes on. Alice turned to me and hugged me tightly, almost knocking me over. "Congrats. I'm so happy for you both."

"Thank you," I smiled.

Then Jasper hugged me, making me feel as small as I felt when I was in Edward's arms. "Congratulations, Bella."

"Thanks."

After they left, I put everything away, turned off the lights, and made my way upstairs.

Connor was asleep in the corner outside our bedroom door, opening his eyes to look at me before going back to sleep.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and crawled into bed next to Edward. He turned around and faced me, but I could barely make out his features in the dark.

"Did they leave?" He whispered.

"No. I left them downstairs in the dark." He laughed lightly and I pushed at his chest. "Edward."

"No."

"What you did was rude."

"No."

I sat up and glared at him. "Edward."

He pushed himself up and leaned back against the headboard. "They'll get over it."

"That's not the point."

He let out a heavy sigh and threw his hands in the air. "Okay, Bella. What is the point?"

"You can't just go around being an ass to everyone." I crossed my arms over my chest, fuming at the thought of him treating his coworkers the way he treated Jasper and Alice. I understood that Edward was irritable because of the pent-up frustration, but I was cranky too, and I couldn't go around telling everyone off.

He lay back down and took me down with him, pulling me to his chest. "I'm not an ass to everyone," he murmured.

I kissed his bare chest. "Mm-hm."

"I'm not an ass to you."

"I don't count."

He kissed the top of my head. "You're the only one that counts."

And just like that, my anger was gone. "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

"You didn't." He squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the ring. "You promised to make sure I'd love my life tonight, and I couldn't be any happier."

I woke up on top of Edward the next morning, my legs straddling his waist and my arms wrapped around him.

I sat up as Edward reached over to turn the alarm off.

"Sorry."

He put his hands on my hips, and I realized that I still had my boxers on. We hadn't had sex. Damn.

"For what?" He asked in a husky voice.

"I'm on top of you." I had to be uncomfortable when you were trying to sleep.

He wriggled his hips against mine and I felt a jolt of…something…go up my spine. "Mmm…don't ever apologize for that."

I gave him a quick kiss and got off his lap before I got carried away and was late for work.

Thursday morning I woke up to the feel of something wet against my lower back. The bedroom was dimly lit. The sun was just rising.

I moved Edward's arm from around my waist and swiped a finger through my back. I brought my finger up to my nose and smelled it. Oh, crap. I licked my finger tentatively. Oh, crap.

I turned around and looked down to see Edward sound asleep, and his cock wide awake.

I grimaced at the cold, wet sensation on my back. Pre-cum. Ew.

Okay. Don't make this a big deal.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean my back. I came back with tissues for Edward, but the more I wiped away the cum, the more seeped out.

Forget it. I'll just leave it. I can't wake him up for this. For one, he'd be cranky because I woke him, and then he'd be embarrassed by what had happened.

I checked the time. 5:30. I called his office, hoping someone would be there this early. Edward's coworker Seth picked up, and I told him Edward was throwing up everywhere and wouldn't be able to make it to work today.

Then I called the hospital and told them the same thing for myself. My patients could do without me for one day. My fiancé and I needed each other.

Thankfully, Edward had turned the other way so I just crawled into my side of the bed and went back to sleep.

I woke up to someone wiping my back with a wet cloth, and turned my head to see Edward hovered over me. I checked the time. 8:00. Still too early to get up on a day off.

Edward put his hands up in defense. "I am so sorry. I swear I didn't do it on purpose. I just saw it when I woke up."

Even through my half-lidded eyelids, I could see the blush creep up his neck to his cheeks. I held my hands out. "Come here."

He lay down on top of me, with Eddie nestled between my legs. "I should have slept with underwear on or something."

I held his face in my hands, feeling how hot his cheeks had gotten. "It's okay."

"It's not." He buried his head in the crook of my neck and shoulder. "It's embarrassing. Who has a wet dream at this age?"

"Lots of people."

"Nobody."

I turned my head to whisper in his ear. "Can you get Connor out?"

He pushed himself up and nudged Connor out the door, closing the door in his face.

Edward came back to the bed and sat with his back to me at the foot of the bed. I sat up and draped my arms around his neck, kissing the hairline at his nape. "I didn't want him to bark."

He turned his head to look at me and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "He wasn't barking."

"Yes, but he will."

I bit his earlobe and tweaked one of his nipples, drawing out a low moan from deep in his chest. "Oh, fuck…fucking hell…don't tease me," he whined. "We're already late for work."

"I'm not teasing. We don't have work today."

I almost laughed at the confusion on his face as I pulled him back onto the bed.

"Why not?"

"We have the twenty-four-hour bug and we're throwing up everywhere but we'll be fine by tomorrow morning." He needed this. He needed it more than I did, and at this point I felt bad for not calling in sick sooner. Edward looked as if he was in pain for the past week, and all because we hadn't done anything for a few weeks. I should have taken care of him.

He gave me the side-eye for a quick second before he realized what I was implying. "I fucking love you." He crawled over my body as I jerked his cock quickly, bringing it to full mast in no time flat.

His breathing was already ragged, and I couldn't believe how hard my heart was pounding in my chest. He shoved my sweats down my legs and hastily took off my bra.

Edward took no time positioning himself at my dripping pussy, probing my entrance with his cockhead. "Ready?"

I nodded my head, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out in frustration.

Edward entered me slowly, his groans mixing in the air with my moans and whimpers. I felt full with him inside me, complete and loved.

"Fuckkk..." Edward ground out. "I think I forgot how tight you were. Or you…ungh!…got tighter. Shit!"

He thrust in and out slowly, rolling his hips into mine, and brought a hand down to pinch my clit. "Fuck, Edward! Faster. Fuck…me!"

He buried his face in my hair, murmuring his love for me. "You can't imagine how scared…how scared I was…when I proposed…"

He pulled back to rest his forehead against mine. I felt my heart flip when he looked into my eyes, holding my gaze as he pumped in and out of me.

My heart swelled at the memory of the proposal, and I thought I'd black out from sensory overload.

"Baby!" Edward panted, his eyes shut tight and his hips jerking erratically. "I'm gonna – ungh! – too soon…Bella!"

"Let it go…I'm right there with you."

I grabbed his hair and crashed my lips into his, only to have him pull away slightly with a gasp as he came inside me. His cock jerked as he released into me, and a slew of expletives left his mouth.

Several of my own creative phrases echoed through the room as I reached my own release, pulling Edward's body down flush against mine.

He rolled onto his back and turned his head to look at me, a lazy smile splayed across his face. "Thank you."

I turned onto my side and walked my fingers down his chest, feeling his abdomen clench under my touch. I moved to get on top of him, straddling his waist as I skimmed his lips with mine.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and deepened the kiss, cradling my face in one hand as he pressed his palm against my breast and rubbed it in circles over my nipple. My breath hitched and I pulled his hand away from my breast. "Wait. I want to be on top."

"You are on top."

"I want to be on top the entire time."

"You can be wherever you want to be."

"Good."

He smirked up at me. "You want me that bad, huh?"

I arched and eyebrow. "Is the ego rising again?"

"Yupp. Along with something else." He pushed his hips up into mine, and I couldn't help but yelp at the feel of his cock pressing against me.

"Well, don't get too full of yourself. I like it when you're vulnerable."

"I can be vulnerable."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he whispered as he leaned up to kiss me softly.

Edward very rarely became vulnerable. Even when he seemed defenseless, his guard was up. The only times Edward was truly vulnerable was when we were making love, and even then, it had only happened a few times. One of the things I loved about it was that in those rare moments, he told me things that he would normally be too embarrassed to tell me.

Even to me, it was weird to think of Edward as someone who got embarrassed, but I love that I'm one of the very few people who knows that about him.

The only the thing that made me sad about his vulnerability when we made love was that I had to coax his orgasm out of him. Edward always satisfied me, but when he got into that state of mind, he never wanted to come first. Sometimes it looked painful, and I had to stop concentrating on myself long enough to help him finish. I don't mind it at all, but I really hope he's not truly in pain when he holds back like that.

"Bella…Bells!"

I blinked a few times. Shit. "Sorry."

"You zoned out."

"I'm here now," I said with a smile.

He nuzzled my neck as my hands found their way to his hair. "If you get to be on top this time, then I get to take you against the wall in the shower."

"Deal. But then you have to let me tie your hands together in the living room."

"Fine with me. Only if I get to bend you over the kitchen counter."

"Sounds good…" I sighed.

So we made love a second time, had sex in the shower, ate, fucked on the recliner in the living room, fucked in the kitchen, made love in the downstairs bathroom, had sex on the living room floor, played some Xbox, had sex on the stairs, and ended up in the bedroom again, only to make love a few more times.

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