So sorry this is so long in coming (TWSS). I was down and out sick most of this week. Just not conducive to writing sexy times… but I'm finally feeling up for it now… hehehe.

And as promised... this is the longest chapter yet... goodness this could be 40 normal drabbly chapters...smirk

And as this is extra long… so it deserves a few songs….

Bang Bang Bang Bang- Johnny Lee Hooker

Tonight's the Night- Solomon Burke

Let's Get It On- Marvin Gaye

Pop My Cherry- Fiona Apple (feat Marilyn Manson)

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Chapter 51: Bang. Bang. Bang bang.

EPOV

Upstairs.

Upstairs.

Up the stairs damn it!

She was light as a feather in my arms as I practically threw her over my shoulder to carry her up the stairs.

I had been fantasizing about this for a month now.

Since that night I snuck in.

Imagining her.

Feeling her.

Taking her.

Slow. Supposed to do this slow.

Fuck slow. Three weeks we've been slow.

For a reason.

You want to be sure that you are not replacing that need you had with Tanya for this, Edward. Your girlfriend deserves to be worshipped for herself.

Alice's words rang in my head again and again.

Taking it slow is good for both of you.

Until you are sure that you feel for her the way you should. Not just hormones.

But love.

More than anything I knew I loved her.

Admitting that in my head made me slow down as soon as we entered her room.

I took several deep breaths against her neck and I slid her to the floor, holding her close. I glanced at the bed I had been thinking about for weeks, and suddenly realized that this was indeed happening. I didn't have the willpower to say no any more.

And it appeared neither did she.

She stood before me, looking up at me with that determined look I had come to love.

She was preparing for me to say no.

"When is your dad coming home?" I asked, my voice low.

She smirked up at me and laid her hands over my chest, easing their way down to my waist.

"Not until tomorrow."

Her eyes spoke volumes.

Stay.

I'm ready.

Don't back out.

I licked my lips and let my hands wander, to the hem of her shirt and underneath, sneaking the material up as I leaned in to kiss her again softly.

Tenderly.

I was going to make this special for her.

Even though I'd probably only last a few seconds, I was determined to make her feel everything she should. With Tanya, it would have been different. She knew what to expect. With Bella, this was something new for both of us.

I wanted it to be right.

She moaned into my mouth when she felt her shirt rising past her breasts. The backs of my fingers brushed against her taut nipples and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Killing me, Bella," I groaned and pulled the shirt up over her head, breaking our kiss.

Her shirt pulled off, she followed my lead and removed mine, grinning as she did so. I took the moment to look her over, her skin glowing in the soft light of her room. With no pressure to hurry, I could slow everything down and enjoy each step.

Bella of course had other plans.

Her hands slid down my chest, making their way to the button to my jeans. I heard what could only be described as something akin to a purr before she popped my buttons roughly, eyes concentrating on her task. She pulled the denim down past my thighs, slipping from my hands to kneel before me to remove my shoes and then afterwards my jeans.

I stood before her in nothing but tented boxers, and her hungry eyes took me in like she was ready for an extended camp out.

Her hands glided up my calves, over my knees and splayed wide as they worked their way up my thighs. I groaned when she rose up on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock.

"Bella," I groaned, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, willing myself to calm down.

Three times today before coming over, you'd think I'd have some stamina.

But as her hand pressed against me, even with the fabric covering me, I knew I didn't stand a chance of lasting even a few seconds.

"Stop, you need to stop or I won't…" I gasped, reaching out to grab her hand.

I let out a cleansing breath and looked down to find her frowning at me.

Shit.

"I just don't want tonight to finish before it starts," I explained, my voice sounding overly strained in my ears.

Her frown deepened and she slowly stood, her gaze dropping to the subject of her obsession.

"I thought guys bounced back fast," she murmured and I enjoyed watching her blush at her words.

I pulled her hand towards me, drawing her a little closer, making her turn her head up to regard me.

"We usually do," I said and let out a frustrated breath. "But I don't want to let you and then not be able to later. As it is I'm only going to last a few seconds. You have me pretty wound up."

Her frown disappeared and a devilish smirk replaced it.

"I do?" she asked and pressed her body a little closer to me. Her jeans are a bother as they scratch against me.

I want to feel her skin against me. Not clothing.

"Take your pants off, and I'll show you," I murmured, in what I hoped was my dominating tone.

Her eyes widened slightly before she grinned and stepped back, allowing me a full show of her as she slowly removed her jeans. I swear if I didn't know any better, she had done this before.

She did stripteases amazingly well.

Something to remember one day.

I'd make her do it again.

But tonight was special.

As soon as she had kicked off her jeans, her underwear went next, making me groan at the slow peeling away of the material.

Killing me.

Standing there naked before me, her eyes looking up at me in a way that said she was ready, I stepped forward and took her head in my hands, kissing her deeply. I wanted to make her feel everything.

Everything good about this.

The pain of sex would be hard enough. So I wanted her to feel every good part of making love before that inevitable pain came to be.

Followed by a few seconds of me inside her.

I was never going to last.

I pushed all my insecurities out of my head and concentrated on her. The feel of her body pressed against mine. I could feel her nipples harden as they brushed across my chest. Her erratic breathing as I moved from her mouth to her jaw, to her ear and then down the length of her throat. Her heart beat as it thundered in her neck. I nipped at where her neck met her shoulder and she shivered against me, moaning louder than she had ever before.

I was discovering a lot about her now that we were well and truly alone.

She liked biting.

That revelation made my own body shiver.

So many possiblities.

Later.

I moved her towards the bed, feeling her body rock against me as we moved, her stomach pushing and swaying against my already aggravated cock. It wanted out, my boxers keeping it well restrained while the rest of me was enjoying her hot skin rubbing against mine. But I knew if I let it out to play, it would find its way into trouble.

It knew what it wanted.

And I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.

Slow. Taking this slow. Build it up for her. Give her everything before you let it out.

If my cockwasn't frustrated now, it would be soon when I was tasting where it wanted to be.

"Lay down," I whispered against her throat, pulling away from her to clear my senses for a moment.

She pulled the blankets aside and scrambled into the bed, licking her lips as she reclined there, her pale, flawless skin framed by her dark sheets.

She was so very beautiful.

I swallowed and bent over to find my jeans again, flushing nervously when I pulled out the condom packet from my pocket.

It looked like I had been expecting to get lucky tonight by pulling it out. But when I looked up at her, with her dark eyes staring at me wantonly, I forgot how eager it must look, I simply placed the packet on the nightstand and stood frozen by the bed taking her in.

I wanted to remember every second of this night.

I wanted to make it memorable for her too.

I just needed to get through the next half hour or so. And then maybe all night after that.

If I didn't screw up the first part.

As if to persuade me to get on with it, she reached up and tugged me towards her, that playful smile turning wicked as my eyes widened.

"Don't over think this, Edward. I want this. You want this," she whispered, her lips close to mine. "So let's stop avoiding this."

"I'm not over thinking," I replied, my own smile taking over. "I'm just trying to plot out my battle plan at how to make you enjoy this."

She rolled her eyes at me and giggled.

"I'll enjoy it any way you give it to me," she said and arched her eyebrow. "You just need to give it to me already."

So eager.

Fuck.

I wasn't going to last.

At all.

One touch and pffft. I'd be done.

She squirmed against me and adjusted so that I was now in between her legs, her eyes staring up at me intently. I swallowed and leaned in, kissing her to distract her from her determined path. I wanted a little more time. Just until she had gotten off.

At least once before I dove in.

Not dove.

She'd need gentle coaxing.

But her persistent body as it clutched at me was telling me otherwise.

Killing me.

"Please, Edward," she pleaded, eyes begging.

My hands moved over her body, willing my own body to hold out as she pressed against it, legs wrapping around me like a boa ready to constrict me into submission.

She had no idea.

I continued my trek down her body, feeling her hands in my hair as I blew a soft breath over one nipple, smiling as I watched it contract further. She groaned and writhed again, arching her breasts up to meet my mouth. I took it happily between my lips.

I knew she enjoyed it.

The sounds she made. A symphony in my ears.

The way her thighs flexed around me, pressing me against her.

My cock twitched against the heat of her.

It wanted out.

And then in.

I groaned at the thought and moved my hand down her side, searching her out. Bella let out a whimper when my fingers slid in between us, slipping against her.

So incredibly hot and wet and needy.

She gasped when I slid one finger inside her, her back arching and then convulsing from the attention. I could feel her thighs tightening again.

I had no idea she was that close to coming.

She was on fire and moaning, shaking when I slipped a second finger inside.

I wanted her ready for me.

Sated at least once, but ready for me.

I was a bit more than simply two fingers.

"God, please," she begged, her hands sliding down my back, slipping under my boxers to grasp at my ass and pull me closer. She essentially wedged my cock against her, my hand playing middleman as I moved my fingers inside of her, curling and moving in and out.

Her moans grew louder, her fingernails digging into my flesh as she drew close.

And then her thighs clenched hard and her body quaked as she came undone, the tightening around my fingers unbelievable as she came.

How on earth was I going to last when she did that?

I knew already that she'd squeeze me just by being.

She was tight as it was.

I didn't stand a chance.

"Oh please, Edward," she gasped and all but tore at my boxers, trying to get them off of me.

I pulled away from her, sitting back on my heels to put a little distance between her heat and my struggling cock that was pushing at its own prison. Bella looked up at me with wild eyes, her hair a mess around her, her hands moving around to the front of my boxers. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, willing myself to have a little stamina.

I was breathing hard, trying to collect myself when I heard the sound of ripping plastic.

Opening my eyes, I watched in wide wonder as Bella pulled the condom from the wrapper.

I swallowed when she sat up and kissed me along the neck, one hand pulling my boxers down to free my battling cock.

And then her hand, covering me in a slow sensual tug.

"Bella," I moaned, wanting her to continue, but knowing if she did, it was one less thrust inside.

"I'm ready, Edward," she whispered. "Please."

I watched in fascination as she offered me one more slow stroke before taking the condom and sliding it slowly over me.

Fuck, she did it like a pro. Seeing her work it over me so easily made me want her even more.

"Are you sure?" I breathed when she readjusted and lay back against the sheets, licking her lips.

"Positively, Edward. I want you, please," she said, her voice strained. She held out her hand to me, beckoning me to her.

This was it.

No going back.

Why did I feel like someone would burst through the door at any moment?

I slid off the bed, ignoring her sharp intake of breath, and moved to lock the door.

I didn't care now if her dad came home early, had a gun, or a swat team with a battering ram to break down the door.

This was happening. Now. Finally.

I returned to the bed, her smirk matching mine as I settled in between her legs once more, easing her knees up to open her up to me.

"No interruptions," I murmured and leaned down to kiss her softly along her stomach, edging my body closer to her as I kissed my way back to her mouth, which greeted me eagerly.

We both groaned against one another when we felt my cock slide against her wet folds. I was happy for the condom at that moment. It helped to dull the sensation.

If only a little.

I could still feel her heat.

Could still feel her lips embracing me there.

Could still tell that she was wet for me as I slid easily against her.

I moved slowly against her again and again, being careful not to push when I angled just a little too deeply and found her entrance. I heard her intake of breath when I paused there, preparing her and myself for what was next.

"Please, Edward," she breathed, and I felt her legs tighten around me, pushing.

But I was careful.

I didn't want to push too hard. Too fast.

I sat up a bit, one hand on the bed by her breast to hold me up while I adjusted again. I could feel her entrance again, an unyielding warm hollow that beckoned. I could see myself there, like a giant rod seeking access to some small wondrous cave.

How would I fit and not hurt her?

I wasn't that big. People did it all the time.

But fuck, she looked tiny compared to me there, edging forward at her entrance.

Push. In. In in.

You know you want to.

I swallowed and looked up into her eyes, to see her watching me, bottom lip tight in between her teeth.

"Do it," she hissed. "God please, Edward. Don't think, just do it. Please."

The warm hollow held firm for a brief instant while I leaned in, her body seeming to enfold around me some. But only just.

And then pressure. Resistance.

I kept my eyes on her as I pushed again gently.

I watched her eyes as they tightened marginally, as her lip turned a little whiter where her teeth pressed.

Pressure.

Push. Slow.

A gasp and then suddenly a yielding.

And I was in.

Only a little, because the gasp from her lips made me pause.

Agonizingly strained as I felt the head of my cock gripped by her deep thrumming warmth.

Even through the condom, it felt amazing.

But her teeth were digging.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried I was in fact far more than simply two fingers worth and this was killing her.

She nodded and I felt her legs tighten around me, beckoning me.

In.

So I pushed.

Slow.

Tip completely enveloped.

Stretching.

Yielding.

Fuck that felt amazing.

Every little bit as I moved, I could feel her taking me in.

I groaned and froze half way in, closing my eyes to try and regroup.

So tight. So hot. So amazing.

Nothing compared to this.

No hand. No amount of self pleasured fantasy.

Not even her mouth.

This was something completely different.

And amazing.

I let out a breath and opened my eyes to look back down at her, gauging her comfort.

She nodded and pressed her legs against me again, willing me forward, eyes darker and heavier now.

I groaned as I slid further inside her, expecting at some point to find her limit.

She was tiny compared to me, after all.

Surely there was a roof.

That or I was to her spleen by now.

Fuck she felt good.

And I had lasted more than a few seconds.

Amazing.

I let out a long breath when I fully filled her, enjoying the depth and unbelievable sensation of her gripping me from the inside.

Was this how it would always be?

So incredibly warm and tight and….

"Amazing," I groaned and looked down to see the two of us joined together. There was nothing of me to be seen.

She had taken all of me.

I held myself as still as I could as I lowered myself against her, wanting to feel her along my body as I moved. I wanted her mouth on mine. I wanted to breathe her in. Her eyes were dark as they looked up at me, a tender smile on her face. Her fingers traced over my hairline, ghosting over my cheek and down my neck, ending finally at my shoulder, where she pulled gently.

Quietly commanding me to move.

And so I did.

Slow.

Oh God that felt unbelievable.

Like her mouth sucking against me as I withdrew, only with more pressure. I wondered how the tension didn't simply rip the condom off, leaving it inside of her as I pulled out. But it moved with me, my body pulling away only as far as leaving the tip inside, before slowly returning with a long groan as she took me in.

"Fuck Bella," I groaned, not sure how long I would be able to keep this up.

Slow was nice.

Slow was keeping me from coming.

But what would it do to me when I sped up?

When the thrusting became just that.

I hoped I had put enough screws into this bed to keep up with us.

I pushed inside of her again, breathing in long breaths with each push and pull.

Like a meditation.

Out slow. Don't come yet.

In slower. Not yet. No, not yet.

Slow… slow… so good. So unbelievably good.

In… out.

So incredible.

In…out… pleasured moan from both of us.

Breathe.

"More."

Her breathy request made my balls tighten.

I didn't dare go faster.

Wouldn't. Last.

Fuck. I could feel her heartbeat around me now. Another kind of thrumming to tease me.

She tightened her hold around my shoulders, and I felt her ankles slide up a little higher around my hips, changing the angle as I moved again, sliding a little easier.

Deeper.

Deeper?

Fuck she was perfect.

"Please, Edward," she whispered near my ear. I felt her lips on my jaw. Her tongue darting out to taste me before her teeth nipped at the roughness there.

"Fuck, Bella," I whimpered and felt my hips move on instinct.

A little harder. A little faster.

Her breathing picked up. A whimper and another nip against my jaw. More urgent. More frenzied. More.

Urging me.

Faster.

Damn. Oh god, so good.

I could feel her fingers moving along my back, a delectable scratching that travelled down until she was grasping me tight, panting and gripping.

Everywhere.

Gripping.

Faster.

Fuck, the faster I went the more she seemed to grip me.

Maddening.

And still I was going.

A miracle for the record books.

"Yes, Edward," she mewled, and I felt her thighs gripping and trembling against my hips.

Harder.

Faster.

Tightening.

Winding up.

Just a little more.

Come on, Bella. Please go before me.

Seconds. I was seconds away. Would she go before me?

Quivering. She was shaking and gripping and panting and saying my name over and over.

And my balls were contracted and ready to go.

I couldn't.

Hold.

On.

"Bella!" I cried out and thrust hard and fast into her, feeling everything uncoil like an explosion inside of me, causing me to jerk and pump against her erratically.

I heard her call out to me, but my mind was stunned dumb by the sheer power of my orgasm. I held myself still, deeply buried inside her as I felt myself release for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel her gripping me, clenching and unclenching over and over.

It left me breathless and spent, my body slumped on top of her for I don't know how long before my brain registered I was undoubtedly crushing her. I groaned and rolled away, pulling her with me.

I didn't want to break up our union, but it seemed my body, having been well sated, was simply not meant to remain inside her. I winced at the suddenness of falling out of her. She groaned and nuzzled against my chest, one leg draped across mine as if to take possession of me.

I sighed and stroked her hair, my heart finally slowing enough that I could hear and sense the world around me again. I could feel her warm body against mine, both of us a little slick with sweat where we touched.

I could smell us in the room. There would be no disguising that incredible scent.

It was there. Evidence of our union.

Of our shared moment of passion and love.

Finally.

Bella sighed and wrapped her arm around me a little tighter, and I could feel her smile against my beating chest.

I knew I should get up, take care of the condom. It was already biting me, the moisture not at all comfortable in the tight confines of the latex. I understood why guys hated them so much now.

Nasty fuckers.

But necessary.

I groaned again and moved to get up, to at least find something to put it in and maybe wipe down.

Bella was already on it.

She smiled as she stretched over to her nightstand and grabbed a small hand towel and a trashcan.

I chuckled at how well prepared she was and cleaned up, not feeling at all self conscious as she watched.

At least until she spoke.

"I don't think I have ever seen you soft," she commented, looking down at my now sleeping cock.

Scratch that. Semi hard now.

She bit her lip when she noticed it twitch.

"Oh," she whispered and glanced up at me through her lashes. It was hard to tell if she was blushing or she was still flushed from our activities.

Did it matter?

"I don't think it will ever be soft around you, Bella," I growled and tossed the towel off the side of the bed, rolling back towards her to find her mouth again.

She giggled into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as I kissed her.

It felt different.

More relaxed.

Easy, like we had done this all our lives.

And when I gazed down at her when we broke off the kiss, she was smiling contentedly up at me.

Happy.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I whispered and smoothed her hair that seemed to want to announce how much she had moved when I had taken her.

It was a beautiful mess.

Framing her beautiful flushed face as it beamed up at me.

"Just a pinch at the beginning," she whispered and reached out to kiss me again. "It was amazing."

I grinned down at her choice of words.

Like minds.

Bella's hands stroked the sides of my face again, her eyes taking me in like she was looking for something that had changed.

"You look so much more relaxed," she commented, one finger tracing under my eyes and down my cheek. "Are you happy?"

"You make me so happy," I whispered and kissed her again, slow and sensual. My hands moved reverently over her body, taking in every arch of her back, every sigh as my figners found a sensitive spot.

I wanted to show her how much I enjoyed her.

I wanted to tell her how happy she made me.

That I loved her.

Was it too soon?

Was it too sentimental?

Right after the best sex I had ever had.

The only sex either of us had ever had?

I loved her.

Everything about her.

I never wanted this feeling to go away.

Would she think I was in too deep by telling her that?

Maybe I should wait.

But this feeling inside of me, it was growing. And I wanted to burst from it and share it.

Share it with her.

I nuzzled against her neck and hummed happily, burying my nose deep into her mussed hair that smelled like us. She laughed and pushed me onto my back, rolling so that she was on top of me, hair spilling over her shoulders to tickle my chest.

Already I could feel myself hardening against her thigh and when she looked down, her eyes widened, a wicked gleam twinkling in them when she looked back into my eyes.

"And who was afraid of recovery time?" she quipped, her hands sliding down my chest.

Her nails sent shivers through me as they grazed across my stomach.

"I hear it only gets better," I breathed, sucking in my breath when I felt her settle against me slightly, her ass sliding against me.

"Tell me you brought more than one condom, Edward," she whispered and leaned down as if to kiss me.

But her tongue darted out and I felt her teeth take my bottom lip, teasing it between them before she let it go.

She really did like biting.

I was in heaven.

She nibbled my chin, making her way to my ear.

I couldn't think straight.

What did she ask me?

"It's all right if you didn't," she whispered against my ear. "I did."

I blinked to try and clear my head just as she sat up and stretched away from me again, to her nightstand and the drawer there. She returned with a Cheshire grin and a long display of condoms in her hand.

Jesus god, she had about a dozen.

"That's not going to be enough," I said, earning an eyebrow raise from her and a slight wiggle of her hips, wedging my hard cock firmly between her ass cheeks.

"Well how about we start with Round Two and then we'll see," she purred and ripped one square off her long line.

I plucked it from her hands and flipped her back onto her back, making her squeal.

"I am definitely ready for Round Two," I growled and kissed her hard and fast before pulling away to ready myself.

She squirmed under me and raised her hands over her head, looking so incredibly beautiful there.

Almost submissive in her posture, except for the wicked gleam in her eyes.

"You promised pounding."

I looked up into her eyes in surprise for only a moment. The challenge is in her eyes as she held her dangerous stare on me.

Oh Round Two was sure to test the limits of the bed.

I pulled her to me, her hips and back off the bed so that her weight rested on her shoulders. Already I could feel her pushing against me.

"Hold on tight," I growled and pushed in slow, making sure not to force myself in too suddenly.

But it was really just a ruse.

Her lips quivered for only a second, and then I was moving, deep and thorough, making her gasp and grip the sheets above her head in an attempt to grab something, anything.

This was deeper, more powerful in the positioning.

It was exhilarating.

And Bella.

To watch her from this angle as she writhed and moaned and trembled beneath me.

I could witness the flush along her body as she grew more aroused. I could see her struggle to hold out, looking up at me with wide eyes before she clenched them shut and arched and shook, moaning out my name in a plaintive cry as she came.

I could feel the sweat run down between my shoulder blades, until I loosened my grip on her hips and pulled one of her knees close to my chest, changing the angle of how I entered her, slowing down to savor how she felt around me.

Slowing. Deep long thrusts.

Regrouping.

Hearing her hum and sigh and say my name over and over.

Like a rhythm I could move to.

Yes. Yes. God. Edward. Yes. Yes. Oh. Edward.

And a beat to that voice.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang bang.

What was that?

I let my eyes followed the noise to see her bed, moving just slightly, too close to the wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang Bang bang.

I grinned in spite of the noise.

No bed was safe.

Not from us.

We would have to do something about it eventually. But for now, alone, I hoped it reverberated throughout the house.

Bang. Bang. Bang Bang.

Yes. Yes. God yes!

Speeding up.

Leaning into her, deepening again as I felt her body tightening once again.

Round two earned me some stamina.

I felt her come undone again before it was finally too much for me and I let go, the feeling just as intense as the first.

So much better than anything before Bella.

I fell back into the bed beside her, hot and sweaty and now a little sticky from us, but feeling giddy I had made it through to give her two orgasms this time.

"That was incredible," she panted beside me, sprawled out in the remaining half of the bed.

We were too hot now to cuddle, but her hand found mine beside me and she held it tight, humming as she breathed.

Another wonderful rhythm that was all us.

Contented breathing between the two of us.

We worked very well together.

I discarded the second condom and frowned slightly when I noticed the bit of blood on it. Rolling over to prop myself on my side, I traced my fingers over Bella's cooling body, her eyes finding mine lazily.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She nodded and moved to her side, wincing slightly.

I frowned at the action but she shook it off.

"I'm a little sore, I admit," she said and reached for my hand again, squeezing it. "But it is so worth it to have you here with me."

I swallowed and looked her over; to be sure she truly is fine.

Slightly flushed still, and I could see her heart still beating hard against her chest. But she smiled, and the way her face glowed told me she was all right. I leaned over her and kissed her softly, enjoying the hum she made as my tongue searched her slowly. When I pull away, I feel weak.

Sated and happy.

My eyes feel heavy.

My body boneless.

She snuggled against me, and I welcomed it because the sweat has turned cold and I needed a little warmth. Groaning, I let her push me back down into the sheets, my head relaxing on one of her pillows.

It really is a comfortable bed.

I felt her tug a blanket up over us and then she eased back against me, head on my chest, hand over my heart. I wrapped my arm around her, feeling safe and secure for once in a long while. Since the last time we dozed together.

Bella makes me feel safe and at ease. Normal.

She is everything to me.

I felt my eyelids grow heavy, wanting only to maybe take a nap. A quick half hour maybe so we could explore each other again.

And that overwhelming need to tell her how I feel took over. I just felt too good not to say anything.

"I love you, Bella," I murmured, nuzzling into her hair as my mind relaxed.

I felt Bella tighten her hold around my waist, her lips warm against my chest.

"I love you more, Edward."

She loves me.

I felt my heart swell at that.

I've just made love to the most incredible woman ever in my life.

And she loves me.

And I love her.

Regardless of the world's perception of me, she saw me for who I am.

Bella loves me.

~~oo~~

More soon. I'm hoping since I get to stay home from work to not infect my boss and my students, I can get some writing done! We'll see how that goes!

Hope this holds us over until then…

And yes… Shoe shadow looming…. But wasn't it nice not to have to worry about that here?

Thanks for all the well wishes! Who says this fandom is fickle. They obviously don't hang out in this group. Love to all of you. Without you, I'm just a warped individual who liked role playing with Barbies as a kid. And…an…adult…. Where did my Edward action figure get to….

MWAH!

steph