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Sorry for taking so long to update. Been very sick. Thankfully, I'm better today.

Chapter 7

EPOV

"Rise and shine sleepyhead," I spoke, spreading the curtains, trying to let some light come in.

I heard a small groan, followed by a quiet murmur, that sounded something like "go away."

I tried to lift the cover that she covered herself with, all the way, including her head, but she wouldn't let me, pulling it on herself. Stubbornly.

"Leave me alone."

"It's almost noon. You've slept trough the entire morning."

"I don't care," she groaned sleepily, "let go, and leave me the fuck alone."

"Okay." As soon as I did-as she asked- without another word, there was a thump and a groan. She must have hit herself.

"You okay?"

"Yes," she growled. Obviously lying.

I got up from the bed, crossing my hands over the chest, a little annoyed myself, but didn't let her see that.

I spoke gently, kindly to her, in hopes she would give up." Listen, I know you're in pain, you don't have to try and pretend you can do this all by yourself. I know that you are independent, and I can see that you don't like to be taken care of, but guess what? You can pout and curse and behave like a child all you want, but at the end of the day, I'm still gonna be here. And just so you know, I can be just as stubborn and childish as you are behaving at the moment. So, now, I'm just gonna sit here and wait,and believe me, I have all day.

"Fine by me," sounded like something she said.

I chuckled quietly, and just waited, knowing this wouldn't take much. She never liked being watched like this. It would freak her out. And I was right.

About a minute later, it sounded like she let out some kind of defeating sound, and finally surrendered, removing the blanket from her face, watching me with narrowed eyes. She looked pissed, that was sure. And although the look she gave me was more than frightening, all I could do was grin.

"Good morning. Now, can you lift yourself in the sitting position, or do you need help?"

"I can do it,"she said, behaving like a child, still.

I gave her pills the doctor prescribed for the pain, which she took with a glass of water, thankfully, without arguing.

Moments later, I came back with breakfast.

"What is this?" Bella asked, surprised,although she tried to hide it.

"Breakfast in bed. I got up early this morning, and bought them fresh from the farmer's market. You have eggs, bacon, and some strawberries."

"All for me?"

I nodded.

"Oh. You didn't have to do that."

"It's no bother."

With a sigh, her posture changed, removing the childish tone from her voice. "Sorry. I'm not really a morning person."

I chuckled once. "Believe me, I know that. Now,want me to feed you?"

She snorted. "I think I can handle it. Thanks. But, you can take some if you want? Don't think I'll be able to eat all of this, no matter how good it looks."

"I think I'll pass."

She nodded, taking a first bite, a sudden moan coming out her mouth. "Oh God, this is so fucking good."

I smiled. "You like?"

"Fuck yeah. I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true, trust me."

For some reason I couldn't stop watching her eat. I guess I still couldn't quite believe she is actually here, with me. The thought of closing my eyes- if I only to blink for a moment- didn't even occur to me, mostly in fear that if I do that,I would suddenly realize all of this was just my imagination.

Or it also may be because she couldn't stop moaning, and the sounds reminded me how she used to release the same ones when I would kiss her on the neck, taste or even slightly bite the light skin behind her earlobe, her delicious lips, knowing just how to push her to the edge, only to hear her moan my name just as she...

"...strawberry?"

"Huh?"

"Want some? They are delicious but I know if I take another bite, I'm gonna explode."

"Umm, no, no thanks."

"Come on, pretty please?"

She tried to...well, actually I have no idea what she had on her mind. Did she try to convince me by flirting, which you couldn't even name it like that-batting her eyelashes ridiculously-or trying to make me smile, teasing me? I didn't know, but after all these years, one thing I did learn...that I have never been able to say no to her. Not even about the tiniest, unimportant things like these.

Taking the strawberry and biting on it, I felt some juice pour over my lips, so I licked it quickly.

This time, it was Bella who was staring at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"What?"

She looked away. "Nothing."

"Well, you were right, they really are delicious."

She murmured something under her breath about broccoli, my fingers, and some other words I couldn't really decipher. None of it made sense so I let it go.

Currently, she was having a talk on the phone about her job. With Mike, the boss. They were having a little dispute, arguing about something, and as much as I tried to give her her space and privacy by not eavesdropping, still, some words escaped as clear as it could from her mouth to my ears. And it was clear the motherfucker was not pleased she was taking a few days off. Or weeks. Whatever.

Somehow after all that talking, the douche-bag actually gave in. And by the little smirk she had after she hanged up, it was obvious I was not the only one who couldn't say no to her either.

BPOV

"You ready?" he asked.

"Fuck no! Especially not in front of you, naked. I can do the job without your huge hands. My work just fine, you know?"

"How do you mean to take a bath then?"

I shrugged. "I won't."

"You intend to just stink then?"

"No!"

Shit, why do I sound so childish around him? Why does he treat me like I'm still five? Maybe he would stop if I would just maybe try to at least act more mature for just a few minutes, but I just couldn't help myself. He just brings this new, annoying side of me I never met. And now I'm pouting. Great.

He laughed at my face expression. "What then? Are you embarrassed for me to see you naked?"

"Of course not." Lie. A big fat lie.

Edward's grin turned to a cocky smirk. "Trust me, I've seen you naked a hundred times, and believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

And then, he actually fucking winked. How does a girl not smile at such a compliment. Ego stroked? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

Few minutes later, we both found ourselves in the small bathroom, both making compromise.

I promised to take a bath- with his help- if he didn't stray too much from the goal. And by that I meant washing me. Nothing else.

And like a gentleman, he agreed.

Momentarily, I was in the bath, covered mostly by the bubbles. He was washing my hair, massaging my scalp like a pro. I was wrong about his giant hands, they were fucking magical, but didn't want to tell him that. Even knowing him for a couple of days, I knew what he would do. That annoying, but sexy enough of a smirk would appear on his face. Maybe gave a wink as well. Or would just give some innuendo about how much size matters. Possibly. Annnnnndddd now I was sucked in to the gutter-land, thinking about what else of his is big. Great.

After he was done washing my hair, it was a bit obvious he was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about how he would proceed next. I was too. Just a bit. Yet, on the other hand, I was kind of impatient and curious as to how his hands would feel on my skin. Sure, he touched me before, but it would be nothing like this. Only skin on skin.

Besides, I couldn't remember the last time a man's hands had touched me like this.

Sure, I had a lot of admirers and crazy psychos in the strip club who would watch me every night, wanting, needing to touch me, their desire evident in their pants, including Alistair, but that was not what I wanted. What I desired for. Ached. Interestingly enough, it was Edward's touch I was waiting for. Wanting.

His hand came closer, but still was hovering over, hesitant.

"It's okay. Touch me. I...want you to."

He finally took the sponge, wetting it a few times, and taking my hand- the one that was not in the cast- and soothingly started to wash it. Then both of my shoulders. Lower. My collarbones, stopping just over the beginning of the curves, where my breast are.

After clearing his throat, once or three times, he ever so lightly in a circular motion massaged my first left then right breast. Focusing on them more than necessary. I bit my lip to stop the moans that would surely come out of my mouth, but not all of them could be stopped.

"Edward?" I called, my voice a bit too husky.

Nothing.

"Edward, as much as I'm enjoying this, I think you should move on. Trust me, they are more than clean now."

He shook his head, coming back to presence, and blushing just a bit, before clearing his throat again, apologizing ever so quietly.

Moving so he would lift my leg, I saw a little situation that was currently standing at attention. Soldier was up alright. And not small at all. Nope.

Involuntarily, I licked my lips, letting out a small groan he unfortunately heard.

God, what was happening to me? When did I become such a horny slut?

"You okay?" he asked worryingly. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all." On the contrary, I thought.

After taking his time, it was obvious he was avoiding the soft spot I most desired for it to be touched.

He might look like he was in control, but small shivers of his hands- not to mention the bulge- were more than a proof against that.

After circling a few times over my tummy, he stopped, once again not knowing what next to do.

"Please," I heard myself beg. The sound of the voice was not mine. I don't beg. Never have been, and yet...

"Please.I want...need it."

"What?" he asked suddenly, unsure. "What do you want?"

"Don't make me say it. You know what." And with that, I took his hand, putting it on the spot I ached the most.

He was conflicted, that much was easy to see, so I took over, putting my hand over his, rubbing my overheated pussy.

A small, quiet groan came from both of our lips, somehow his overshadowing mine.

Closing my eyes, I circled my own clit with the help of his fingers, enjoying this more than I thought.

After a few more strokes, his hand moved on his own, touching, teasing, getting ever so close to my entrance.

"Yes. There. Now."

"Here?" he asked, his voice husky, filled with lust of his own.

"Yes." A moan. A hiss, as his finger went inside me, stroking me ever so slowly, yet as deep as he could.

"More."

"More what? Tell me. Let me hear you."

"Everything. Fingers...thrusts...deeper."

I groaned as he did just what I asked, still asking more. Moving my own body involuntarily toward him, wanting more of his fingers, more thrusts, more moans, more effect, more pleasure...more everything.

Succeeding in rolling my clit, while still thrusting his fingers inside of me, it didn't take me long to feel the heat, that powerful light that meant the end. And the beginning of something fucking awesome.

"Edward," I moaned,calling his name, my head leaning backward, on the beginning of the tub, crying out quietly as I came.

He very lightly pumped a few more times before removing them from me.

A grin, no, a fucking lazy, smirking smile was showing wide and clear on my face. I felt satisfied, calm, but overall fucking happy. And just a bit tired.

Finally opening my eyes, it was obvious he wasn't feeling the same way. Nope. Exactly opposite of me. His jaw strong, strained. Face frowning, muscles tight with nerves, and his dick still hard.

"Need help with that?" I asked, pointing to his bulge, as he was washing his hands on the sink, wiping them away with a towel.

His dark eyes still contained lust. "No."

"Well, if you don't mind, I would rather you move me to the the couch before you start masturbating in front of me."

He said nothing, but I could hear a growl beginning to build low in his chest.

"Relax, Edward, I was just kidding. You know that. Now, will you get me out of this water before I get all..."

Before even finishing the sentence, he lifted me up, careful not to poke me with his schticky.

After covering me in a big towel, and a second blanket, he cleared his throat, speaking up.

"I'll be in a... have to...the bathroom."

I smirked. "Go ahead. I'll turn on the sound of the TV as much as I can so you can be as loud as you want. Have fun big boy." Then I winked.

He rubbed his face frustratingly,a bit of blush appearing, before he quickly got back in the bathroom, closing the door firmly.

Hoped you liked this little lemon.