"Bella, I'm—"
And she, who has always been ready with a condom, shakes her head and says, "Don't."
Instantly miserable, I lift her off me.
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"Sorry."
"No, Edward. I meant, don't say you're sorry. It's fine."
The water's running in my face and her eyes are obscured by her hair, which I part with my fingers. "Bella, what are you saying?"
She looks up at me, squinting into the shower head. "I'm saying I want you, too. And I'm safe. And I'm on the shots and pick me up again already!"
Understanding breaks through my haze. "You trust me?"
"Of course, Edward. The question is, do you trust me?"
There's a beat or two while I tally votes.
Cock—yes.
Heart—yes.
Head—?
Head?
-o-
Even if my head votes no, that's still two votes to one. And arguably, my cock should get two votes, so no matter what, yes wins the day.
Let's face it, though. This isn't a decision to be made in the heat of the moment. I know better.
My aching cock knows better, too.
"Bella." I open my arms and she walks inside. I hug her close to me and rock us gently under the warm stream. I kiss the top of her sopping wet head and flatten my cheek against her hair. "I didn't intend to force this conversation."
A/N: I guess I'll label my Patchers who helped me with this one Team Bareback. Thank you, ladies. You just never can tell what scintillation will occur at Born's Pumpkin Patch! XXX ~BOH