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Chapter 9

EPOV

As I was slowly waking up from my dream, I felt something soft and warm wrapped around me. The smell wasn't the same. In all these years the first thing I would always notice as my nose would be nestled between her hair was strawberry. Although different, it was still a nice fragrance; minty fresh with just a touch of citrus. Our bodies were tangled between each others, my morning wood between her soft thighs, and I wondered how much time we would have this morning before Tony wakes up, and interrupts us. Probably not long; five minutes if we were lucky.

I took her left leg, putting it over my thigh, and started to lightly kiss her on the cheek, burying my face between her shoulder and neck, kissing her, tasting her delicious, smooth skin.

She started moaning ever so lightly, which only made me thrust into her soft warm, wet spot.

God, how I loved hearing her sexy noises, her moans and groans. It only made me more hard.

"Good morning," I whispered groggily, right next to her ear, taking her earlobe in my mouth, biting it lightly.

She groaned, this time sounding more like out of pain, than pleasure.

"Edward, you have to stop," she spoke, groaning again, but not doing anything to push me away.

I smiled against her skin. "Why? We have to be quick before Tony wakes up, so excuse me if I'm being too fast this morning, but this panties...they have to go."

I took her ass in my hand, squeezing it, wanting her even closer to me, preparing to take off her lingerie.

"Who is Tony?"

I opened my eyes, watching for any trace of teasing on her face, but I found none.

What I realized momentarily was that this wasn't our home. We were not in our room,Tony wasn't here, and what was most embarrassing and degrading was the way she was looking at me. Like I had two heads.

Shit!

I quickly jumped away from the bed and fell right on to the floor, hurting myself in the process.

"Fuck!" I shouted, half in embarrassment and half in pain.

"You okay there?"

I quickly got up, covering myself, and my hard on with a blanket, profusely apologizing.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Get a hard on?" She asked, smirking. "Don't worry, you're not the first or the last. What can I say, I'm sexy and I know it." Her smirk grew in to a cocky grin, sending me a little wink.

I groan inwardly, pulling the blanket over the floor with me, opening the drawer and taking a clean pair of underwear.

"You really like fucking with me don't you?"

The grin was still there. "I wouldn't really know how to answer that, would I now...unless you tell me?"

The lick of her lips, unintentional or not was what made my dick harder, my groan louder-in frustration and need for a release. As I was running towards the bathroom to do some serious rubbing,I could hear Bella yelling out some lame ass joke, entertained by my little show.

After giving her the medication,for pain, I made some breakfast, she eating it in the living room, in a slightly seating position on the couch, while I was in the kitchen. Neither of us talking.

An hour later, we were both watching some lame ass movie, her on the couch, lying down, as usual, and me on the kitchen chair.

A sigh fell out of her lips. "Listen, I'm sorry for teasing you. It's just something I do, but if it makes you uncomfortable I won't do it again, promise."

"Thanks, but I'm not mad. I'm just thinking about...home. About Tony, my parents..."

"Oh. And Tony is your..."

"Our son, " I corrected.

A frown on her face. " Right." A pause. "You miss him don't you?"

"Yeah. He's one smart, brave boy, surprisingly acting very old for his age." I smiled. "And my parents...well..."

"You should call them."

"Yeah, I should, but later, we should prepare you for the bath, unless you have some other plans?"

Bella smiled. "Nope, I'm all yours."

BPOV

Unlike the last bath, this was bubble free, so my body, including my lady bits, were completely uncovered.

For some reason I was still a bit shy to show my naked body for him to see, but he promised to be a perfect gentleman, and dammit, he really was. Totally in control, unlike the last time. I sighed a frustrated sigh, taking a look at my body.

"Shit, look at me, I'm hideous."

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, look at me. I'm too fucking harry. And look at my pussy. Looks like a fucking beaver."

He seemed to be uncomfortable talking about this specific theme, his ears reddening, along with his cheeks.

"What?"

He shook his head, cleaning my arm with a washcloth. "Nothing, just...I've never spent so much time with a female person who talks about her private part so openly."

"I see. Well, if we're gonna name it, lets just say how it is, pussy, instead of your words. It just sounds kind of...weird."

He said nothing, lifting me up, so he could wash my back.

"So, now I wonder, if you have ever named your 'male part'" I said with air quotes,"or you just call it penis?"

"Nope."

"Never?"

He shook his head.

"Well, I would be glad to help you with that, if you want? A few of them already came to mind."

A small embarrassing chuckle. "I bet you would."

After he was done, he let me lean again, my back against the bath, this time cleaning my tummy, getting past my breasts.

"I have a razor, and some shave cream. If you want I can help you with that?"

My eyebrows lifted in surprise; I hadn't expect that. "You serious?"

"Yeah, why not?

"You'll cut me."

He rolled his eyes. "Have a little faith. I know how to shave, I've been doing that since I was a teenager."

"You ever shaved your legs?"

"No."

"Your balls then?"

"Jesus! I'm not answering that."

"Why not,it's an easy question. Yes or no?"

He grumbled a response I didn't understand one bit.

"Can you repeat that? I don't speak gibberish."

He sighed, his whole face burning from embarrassment.

"Sometimes, on occasion. It would itch like a motherfucker later, so I stopped."

I laughed.

"Since you put it that way, I guess you can help me, just, be careful. No blood please, it freaks me out."

And still, as I had my doubts, gotta say, he really got the job done very well. The process was very slow, yes, still, accomplished quite well.

As weird as it sounds, I kind of enjoyed at the performance he gave. Watching him how - with every precise move- his ever soft, gentle pulls and gentle care traced over my pussy with a sharp razor, removing every bit of evidence that was left, until there was nothing but soft, yet ever so slight red skin. It was also kind of hot, making me wet, and ache, hoping once again for his touch. For his hands and fingers. Touching me... filling me. Making me come.

Unfortunately, none of that happened. He was a perfect gentleman, just as he promised. Damn it. Well, I sure as hell won't beg him this time. Nope. No way in hell.

Edward pulled me out of my musings, filling the silence with his voice.

"Here you go. All done."

"Thanks." I spoke, half grateful, and half disappointed. He didn't seem to notice.

"No problem, now let's get you out of the bath before you freeze."

As I was lying on the couch, covered with blankets, waiting for the commercials to be over so I could keep watching the movie, a sudden ring along with a buzz started to move against the kitchen table.

I yelled not once but three times, calling Edward's name, knowing it was his phone- since I didn't even have one of my own, but he clearly couldn't hear.

I thought of leaving it for the answer machine to get it, but it wouldn't stop ringing-slightly getting on my nerves now-so I slowly got up, taking step after another. Sure, the medicine I was taking was doing its job, but I still felt a hollow pain once in a while.

Finally picking up the phone, I could only hear some kind of a noise before the male voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is...is this Edward Cullen's phone?"

"Yes. He's currently in the shower though, so I don't know when he'll be out. Can I take a message?"

After what felt like minutes of awkward silence, the male cleared his throat. "Yes. Tell him Carlisle called."

That name sounded familiar.

"Wait," I said, seconds before he was ready to hang up. "Are you...You're his father aren't you?"

"You remember me?"

The way the question was asked was not from straight politeness, boredom, or even to keep the conversation going, but with caution, surprise and pure interest.

"Well...Edward talked about you, even showed me some pictures of you, so I guess a few names got stuck.

"Oh."

The tone this time was dull, tedious, losing all of its interest, filling it with disappointment.

Silence.

"So... Edward is still in there, but when he gets out, I can tell him to call you...if you want?"

"Oh, yes, please be sure to do that. Tell him to just call us back, as soon as possible."

"Will do."

"Thanks. Well, have a nice night."

Just as I was about to say the same, he hanged up.

Well, that was a weird conversation.

"What are you doing up?" Edward asked, with a slight disapproving tone, wearing a simple black t shirt and sweat pants, wiping his wet hair with a towel. "You should be lying down, resting."

I gave a little eye roll. "Well, your phone wouldn't stop ringing, so I got up to answer it. It was your dad, BTW, and asked when you were available, to call him right back. He sounded kind of...worried."

A small noticeable movement, little space between his eyebrows moved, making his black eyebrows move closer to one another, the corner of his mouth moving downward.

"Okay. I'll take care of it in the bedroom, it won't take long, so if you need anything, just shout."

After what seems like hours, Edward came out of the bedroom, his chagrin even more noticeable than before.

"Everything okay?"

He nodded, running his hands nervously through his hair.

"Fine. It's fine."

"Ready for bed?"

I wanted to make some kind of a smart remark to his question, but let it go, and just nodded. There were times for joking, and times to keep your mouth shut.

After he tucked me in, he turned off the lights, wishing me a good night.

"Wait, aren't you...I mean...I would like for you to sleep here too, in case you know...if I have another nightmare...or a monster from the closet attacks me in the middle of the night."

He tried to smile at my lame ass joke, but it looked more painful than happy.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

"Oh. Okay."

As Edward was about to close the door, I called out his name once more.

"Yes?"

"You know, since you brought me here, to your place, I realized you haven't called me once by my name. My real name. You can do that,you know...you can call me...Bella. I won't mind."

This time,a true smile was shown. It was a small smile, microscopic, but, it was there nonetheless.

"Okay. Well,good night then...Bella."

I don't know if you noticed this little detail, but he only ever called her by her real name in his mind, never in her presence, (if you don't include the first chapter though) which was done on purpose.

Hopefully, next chapter will be posted sooner rather than later. Including Man down (if any of you are reading it).

Thanks for reading. :)