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**14**

I can feel her eyes on me as I lift the glass with the crimson tinted wine to my lips. Yes, I know that I shouldn't be drinking alcohol but without its help I won't be able to calm down tonight.

"Are you feeling a bit better now?" Alice asks me worriedly, her hand stroking lightly over the back of mine. "I'm sorry about all the things your father said."

"It's okay," I whisper, taking another sip from my drink. "I know he hates me. To him I will always be Brian the freak and never Bella the woman."

"Because he doesn't see you, not the way I do."

She leans over the table and when her lips touch mine, they are so incredibly soft. My insides feel warm. I'm not sure if it's from the wine or the kiss. Maybe it's a combination of both of them.

"Do you want to go for a walk around town for a bit when we finish dinner?" she asks me while her fingertips stroke gently up my bare forearm.

Alice has found some cute little hotel in Port Angeles and I'm glad that the two of us are going to have some alone time, even if it's just for two days.

"I'd like that." I tell her, taking her hand to blow gently over its palm before pressing my lips against the skin. Her hand smells good too. Like almonds and sweet honey.

Outside we make it about two blocks until it starts pouring down on us. Both of us are soaked when we return to our hotel room. My hair is a mess and I pull Alice tightly against my chest because she's chattering so loudly with her teeth.

"Bath for you?" I whisper, helping her to unbutton the dress she's wearing. There is some vanilla scented oil in the bathroom that I pour into the running water.

A sigh leaves my beloved's wife throat as she sinks down in a mountain of bubbles and steam.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asks, shifting around a bit in the huge tub. "I could drown in this thing all by myself."

"Can't risk that," I mumble. Teasingly slowly I unzip my dress and let it fall down to the ground. It makes me nervous when I'm naked in front of her. She told me over and over again that she loves me the way I am. I am desirable to her.

"The water isn't getting any warmer." she tells me as I finally shove my panties down my thighs. Stepping into the tub, I sit down behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle.

"This is nice. We should get one like that back home and have it installed in our bathroom."

"We don't have the money for stuff like that." she mumbles resting her head back against my chest. "All because I quit my college education and don't have a proper job."

"Once you are a famous artist, we can bathe in champagne. Would you like that?"

"I think that's a long way ahead of me. Until now no one apart from Andrea's friends and that woman in Texas has showed some interest in my works."

"Patience is a virtue."

I pour a bit of the water over her head and start massaging some shampoo into her curls. When I massage her scalp she purrs like a little kitten.

"I finished my list," I tell her, when I rinse the soap out of her hair again. We dry off and I sigh when she asks me to lie down on the bed so that she can massage the tensed muscles in my neck.

"Was it easier for you to write the things you dislike about me?"

"No, it wasn't. There are way more than five things that I love about you."

"For example?"

"You see me how I am and ever since we met you have been nothing but supportive about my…well about me being different."

"I love you. I hate that we've been fighting so much."

"Me too," I confess. "Do we want to try not to fight any more in the future?"

"I doubt that will work. Let's just try being more open with each other. That would be a start, right?"

"Are you regretting I had my surgery?" I ask her. It's about the millionth time I'm bringing up that topic. She must be tired of it.

"That was your choice. I'm only concerned about you still being in so much pain when you dilate. That can't be normal."

She pulls a blanket over me and cuddles against my side.

"Maybe you should talk to your surgeon again?"

"I don't want to. That's embarrassing. It just hurts because I'm not doing it often enough."

"You're not doing it often enough because it hurts you. A few weeks ago I was close to calling that impossible woman Andrea lives with to ask her for advice."

"Erica? For shit?"

"I said I was close but obviously not desperate enough."

I chuckle and plant a kiss on her shoulder. "I've already spoken to her and a few other past-ops. They all told me to relax. How are you supposed to relax when you have to run after a three-year-old all day long?"

"Andy is not here now. Did you bring your dilators with you?"

"Always have my hormones and the little glass fuckers in my handbag." I say, fumbling for it at the side of the bed.

"Later," she whispers while her warm mouth glides down my stomach. "I want you to close your eyes and think of nothing."

Her wet tongue glides over my outer lips, her fingers parting them gently. I whimper as she starts flicking it over my clit, the little pearl pulsating so greedy against her touch. Again and again she circles it and the moment she starts rubbing her thumb gently over my nether entrance I come with her mouth on me, feeling my insides clench deep down in my belly.

For a while both of us are very still, our breathing returning back to normal. Then I feel the head of one of the glass dilators against my pussy and my entire body turns ridged.

"Slow," she assures me. "I'm going to do this slowly. We have time. We have all the time in the world."

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[A/N] I've started posting a new Bellice story. It's called Once Upon A Heart and if you like time period fanfics you might like that one. Please, give it a try and let me know what you think about it.