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Author's Note: So sorry I have not gotten updates out on my original schedule. this moving houses is kicking my butt BIGTIME! This chapter has not been betaed, but here it is none the less - hope you enjoy it and leave me a review to let me know . . . PLEASE!

Chapter 94 Alone

BPOV

"Can you stop, and I'll run in the grocery story for a minute, sweetheart?" I asked my husband.

We were driving in his new car, our new car actually . . . me, my husband and our son. That sounded so absolutely wonderful and normal that the phrase just kept playing on a loop in my head.

Edward's, well our new car had arrived yesterday. He had asked me what car I wanted for the family vehicle since his Volvo had been crushed in the wreck that Riley orchestrated to distract him so they could kidnap me. I had told him to get whatever he thought best; I had no idea about cars, and I didn't really care as long as it would get us from place to place safely. He did care, though. Edward loved cars, so it made sense for him to choose. When the vehicle arrived, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was something I would never have thought he would be caught dead driving. It was expensive and black and a Volvo, but it was four door with a rear hatch, otherwise known as an SUV. He seemed as thrilled with this new car as he was with the R8 he bought for me last year, but he didn't fool me. He was on cloud nine because he had a family to put in the car, and neither of us had ever thought we would be parents.

Masen was securely strapped into the new Britax car seat that had also arrived. Edward was taking no chances. Though we suspected that Masen was nearly as durable as Edward, he rode in the highest safety rated infant car seat nonetheless. I ran in the store to grab a few things, and they waited in the car. It seemed unbelievably human, this simple act of my husband and child waiting for me in the car. I had not been left alone since Edward had found me, not really anyway. Someone was always with me, and it had almost always been Edward. It was necessary then; they were taking care of me, and protecting me from whoever had sabotaged the bike as well as from Victoria. Little had we known they were one and the same.

It took only a moment to get the items I wanted. We had come into town to say goodbye to Emily before the ambulance left with her, headed to Asheville to meet the plane that Carlisle had chartered to take all of them to Forks. I wasn't thrilled about Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett being on the plane with Sam. But since there were four vampires and only one werewolf, I trusted that the two humans would be enough to keep them in line. I chuckled to myself at the thought.

Alice and Jasper had stayed behind, supposedly not wanting to leave us completely alone, but I suspected that they were looking forward to a little alone time themselves. They rarely got the entire house to themselves, especially for a few days at a time; and the rest of the family would not be back till at least Monday evening, maybe longer. It all depended on how the talks with the Quileutes went at the council meeting on Sunday. I refused to worry about it. Carlisle would handle whatever came up; and with Jacob being the chief, and Sam's transgressions needing to be atoned for, I had no worries about how things would turn out.

We got home and I put the groceries that Edward had carried in for me away. It was still fairly early in the morning, and I was pretty certain given the way Masen's eyelids were drooping, that if I fed him, he might sleep for a few hours.

Edward was in the office fiddling with some stock information that had come to his attention, probably planning a buy for next week or a stock to watch.

"I'm going to put Masen down for a nap, sweetheart," I told him as I headed upstairs with the baby.

"Want me to carry him up for you, love?" he asked sweetly.

"No, I have him," I answered, already halfway upstairs and heading to the nursery.

Masen rarely slept in the nursery. In fact, he rarely slept other than in someone's arms . . . a product of having a family that never slept and aunts that fought over holding him. Hopefully things would become a little more normal now that Victoria was out of the picture. I chuckled to myself at the very idea of normal when I was married to a vampire and my half immortal, two week old child could already sit up on his own.

I sat in the rocker and nursed him, humming a lullaby to him as I always did as he drank, burped in between breasts, and nodded off just as he finished drinking from the second breast. I had changed his clothing as well as his diaper and he was ready to sleep . . . at least I hoped so. I placed him in his crib and walked out of the room towards my room.

Edward was nowhere in sight, but I was on a mission. We were alone. We had not been alone, except for a little while when I was in labor, in months really, and I wanted some Edward time. I went to our room and put on some soft music, undressing and putting on some lacy underwear and a skimpy sheer tank top as I lay in the middle of our bed and propped my head up on my elbow.

"Edward," I called my husband softly, a whisper really. He was standing at the door to our room in an instant.

"Yes, love?" he said, his eyes going wide when he took in what I was wearing.

I patted the bed in front of me and he was lying beside me in his boxer briefs before I realized that he had moved. Vampire speed no longer startled me and I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, staring into his golden eyes.

"Bella," he murmured as I continued to place soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck, my hand rubbing circles on the side of his chest and my toe stroking up and down his shin.

He kissed me back just as softly, nuzzling my hair and holding me with his arm around me as continued to touch him ever so softly. I continued kissing his skin and rubbing my cheek against him all over his chest and neck as I brushed the backs of my knuckles over his stomach and taunt abs, following the trail of hair down, avoiding touching where I knew he wanted me to it in favor of gently scratching my nails through the hair on his upper thighs. He was purring loudly now, and I could almost feel his body tremble with his efforts to remain still and gently caress me with his soft kisses.

I smiled at him as I stared into his now darkened eyes, finally allowing my fingers to steal beneath the waistband of his boxers. His movements stilled as I gently moved my hand up and down, ever so softly, as I hitched a leg over his hip. I suppose there was something to be said for crotchless underwear after all, and I snickered to myself as I realized my husband was literally coming unglued in my arms. He was trying so hard to go with the gentle movements I had started.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered as quietly as I was able, "and I love my painstakingly careful husband as well as my vampire. But we're alone in our home for the first time in a very long time, baby, and I need something from you." I waited, his tension and need were palpable. It was obvious he was barely hanging on to any thread of control as he answered me.

"What do you need, love, tell me and it's yours," he said so tenderly, moving a stray lock of hair off my cheek and tucking it behind my ear as he whispered to me, rocking his hips ever so slowly and gently.

"Edward," I said, both my hands cupping his face as I spoke, my hips still very so slowly rocking with him inside me, just barely moving really . . .

I stared straight into his eyes and said, "I need you to fuck me . . . hard."

He paused only a moment before his lips crashed into mine, his tongue demanding entrance and our teeth coming as close to clashing together as they ever had as he kissed me almost violently, his body over mine as he positioned himself between my legs. He continued to move over me, his hands covering every inch of me as we continued to kiss. He knelt between my legsas he pulled my hips up onto his thighs and held my hips against him.

"So good. Do you like that, Bella? You like it hard, love? I love you so much, Bella, I can never ever get enough of you, baby . . . never."

I reached up and grabbed his chest as I tried to get my lips to where his were. He put his arms around me, my ankles crossed behind his back as he held me against him as he kissed me passionately. I circled my hips and it seemed to drive him into even more of a frenzy.

He laid me on my back, his body covering mine. His arms straightened and his lips pulled back, teeth gleaming in the noon daylight coming in the window while rainbows danced on the wall, reflected from his skin in the sunlight. Every muscle and tendon in his neck and chest seemed to be turned to rope and steel as he screamed an entire string of obscenities, roaring them really, his body almost convulsing against me as he released into me.

The sight of him above me, wild and completely feral sent me over the edge and my body tensed, causing him to come again. We lay there, his body half on top of mine for quite a long time. I loved feeling him still inside me, his vampire no recovery time needed never being more evident as his upper body lay half on the bed and half covering me. I was covered in sweat, something I only realized as I felt him licking my neck and shoulder. He seemed to love it when I got all wet with sweat from our activities and always tasted it.

"Bella . . . love . . . what was that all about?" he asked shyly, as if there were any chance I would think him shy after what we had just done together.

"What? A girl can't hold her husband and give him soft kisses when she wants to?" I asked him ever so quietly.

"Bella. Dear God, you can do whatever you want, however you want to me, whenever you want, baby. I love you, and that was amazing. Are you alright?" he asked, trying to hide his concern that he might have hurt me.

"Sweetheart, the only way I could possibly be better than this is if you were fucking me again."

"Bella!" He looked at me, astonished, "When did you start talking like this, using this kind of language, love?"

"When I wanted to get a rise out of my loving, overprotective husband," I answered, having a hard time keeping the smile off my face as I spoke, my index finger tracing the line of his jaw.

"Edward . . ."

"Yes, love . . ."

"Can we do that again . . . without the underwear?"

"He lost it. He was absolutely consumed with making love to me, it was as though there was nothing and no one else in the world besides me, and that was all he cared about.

"Is this what you want, my love? You want your husband to fuck you? You like feeling me inside you, Bella?" he whispered in my ear as he lay with his chest against my back.

I felt his fingers stroking me up and down, opening and guided himself into me as he held me to him, both hands then holding my hips as his body pounded against mine just short of painfully. He filled me differently like this. I had birthed a child, but his venom had repaired everything so completely that it seemed to be a much tighter fit now for him, especially in this position. Edward's words incoherent now,

"mine . . . so tight . . . fuck . . . unaagh . . . Bella . . . fuck . . . ahhugh . . . good. . ."

I was nothing more than a limp rag at this point, but he held me to him, bending my knee to my chest and rolling me onto my back. He kissed a path up the back of my thigh to my knee and held that knee bent against my chest. I hooked my other leg around him and ran my nails up his back as he kissed my neck and sought my lips.

I had asked him to fuck me and he didn't seem to be holding anything back as he roared his release and continued after only pausing for an instant. I was covered in sweat from my efforts and it only seemed to spur him on as he tried to lick every part of me that he could reach. I was no longer holding him to me and participating . . . I was simply hanging on to him trying not to pass out from the pleasure he was giving me. I was absolutely exhausted.

He pulled my knee back down and wrapped my legs around him as he continued. The new, familiar angle elicited feeling again in my body. I had thought it numb at this point from pleasure, but he was proving me wrong yet again. Our bodies came together as we both called out each other's names and everything went black.

EPOV

I kissed her cheek and nibbled her neck and earlobe as I lay on her, licking the beads of sweat that were rolling down her neck. She was amazing. This tiny human girl had asked me for more. She had asked me to fuck her, and though I knew what she meant, it would never be possible. Anything I did with her would always be making love . . . and she knew.

I shifted my weight off of her, her body seemed to still and I rolled us to our sides, realizing all at once that my wife had passed out. I tried to maintain composure, listening to her breathing and heart rate, reassuring myself that she had only passed out and hoping that she wasn't hurt in any way.

This had happened once before, the first time we made love, but it hadn't happened since and my worry was palpable. Okay, I was terrified, I admit it. The deeply hidden fear that I always carried that I would one day hurt her had quickly risen to the surface and was consuming me as I held her and gently stroked from the top of her head to the tip of her hair and back again, over and over as though I was willing her to wake up. I knew she was alright. I knew it . . . I just wasn't accepting it.

Masen's thoughts were becoming louder and louder from his crib in the nursery, and I was sure he was going to try crying to get one of us in there if I didn't go to him soon. He had apparently napped and played there for as long as he was able or willing to. I hadn't realized that it was well after lunchtime and Bella and I had been in bed together for many hours . . . since early morning. My son had obviously read my mind and chosen not to disturb me . . . until now.

I pulled the covers over her chest, and tucked the hair on her cheek back behind her ear as I slipped out of bed, kissing her on the forehead. I pulled on my jeans, and went downstairs to get a bottle before rescuing the baby from his room. Masen was ecstatic to see me, he had never been left alone for this long and he was somewhat unsure of what to do with himself without someone to occupy him. I changed his diaper, chuckling softly at his dismay over not having someone to play with him.

"Well, you don't like being left alone, do you? I don't either, son, but sometimes it happens. You will start to appreciate the few moments you get left alone, believe me," I told him as I picked him up, and sat in the rocker to feed him. He greedily took the bottle, and half held it himself. He was just over two weeks old, and had developed far beyond any human baby; but he was happy and healthy and we all tried to concentrate on that rather than fear what his future held.

Though I held my son and rocked him, a portion of my mind had never lost count of Bella's breaths or heartbeats. Two medical degrees. Yale no less and still I had to keep telling myself she was fine . . . and I knew that she was, it just scared me for her to be unconscious. Who was I kidding, it scared me when she scraped a knee or sneezed, her human body was so frail.

She wanted another baby. I thought about that as I looked into the huge green eyes of my son as he stared at me. Another baby. I would love another child, but I just wasn't sure it was possible.

I had been making love with her for hours on end today, and it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. I needed to be consumed by her, to literally be a part of her. I had heard about this, of course. My father had warned me, and I had seen it in Emmet and Rosalie years ago. The first ten years a mated couple was together were intense. I had been told that the need, the love, the passion only grew . . . that it became all consuming at a certain point, much like the blood lust a newborn felt for the first year or so, only it lasted many times longer. There was no way her frail human body would be able to tolerate me; I snickered to myself, as much as she wanted to try . . .

She lay asleep in our bed even now, absolutely exhausted.

I picked Masen up, and took him downstairs to the playpen that was set up in the living room while I went to the kitchen to prepare some lunch for Bella. She would be hungry when she woke, and I wanted to take her breakfast in bed. I broiled some chicken breast and seasoned it, steaming some vegetables while the rice cooked. Masen played with a teething toy that Rosalie had bought him. Well, he bit it into pieces anyway as he sat there studying me. I took a chance and handed him a small sliver of chicken, and he ate it greedily. Bella would not be nursing this one for long.

I kissed her softly, her lips warm against mine as I sat on the side of the bed with her. She stirred, her arms finding me before her eyes opened to see me sitting with her. The look on her face was priceless. I was certain she was wondering what the hell happened as she took in the tray of hot food that was on the night side table, and heard Masen playing in his bassinet.

"I passed out again, didn't I?" she asked shyly.

"Yes, you did," I told her, unable to keep the ear to ear smile off my face.

"Stop!" she fussed, "Not funny to make the human pass out already." She was adorable, her face pouting as she frowned, and pulled the covers up over her chest.

I bent over her, my chest covering hers as I whispered in the ear farthest away from me, "It's your own fault, love. You're the one who wanted me to fuck you."

A smile covered her face as she sighed.

"Ummmnn . . . and you did such a good job of it, sweetheart. Thank you."

"Thank you? Really?" I scoffed. "Bella, why would you thank me?"

She sat up and scooted close to me, forgetting anything to do with modesty or covering herself as her hand gently cupped my cheek and she stared at me.

"Thank you for doing what I asked," she said, blushing a ridiculously dark shade of red. "I know you enjoy making love with me, and so do I. I think it has become my single favorite thing to do . . . but you needed more. I needed more. We haven't been alone in forever and we just needed to fuck."

She was right, she knew me better than I knew myself. All of the lunch I cooked for her was gone in no time flat.

"Thank you for lunch, Edward, it was delicious," she said kissing me again, "thank you for the house and the baby and for finding me and for all the things you do that you make seem so simple, but I realize are really hard for you. I know that even just kissing me hurts you, sweetheart . . . I know your throat still burns when we're close." She tucked her head into the crook of my neck as I held her to me.

"I love you, Bella." It was a simple statement, yet it said it all. I moved the tray off the bed and she swung her feet around to get up. I noticed the hesitation and catch in her movements as she started to stand. I didn't have to ask, I knew she had to be sore. I saw the small bruises forming on her hips where I had held her too tight. Neither of us said anything, but we both knew.

"I'll run us a bath, sweetheart," I said as I left the room. She put on a robe and went to hold Masen for a few minutes in the rocker, our son greedily rooting as though he was starving.

"Edward," she called to me, "did you give Masen a bottle?"

"Yes, love, why do you ask?" I answered her as I tested the bath temperature.

"He's hungry again, so I just wondered."

He was sucking greedily when I walked back into our room. I laid on the bed, still only in my jeans, and propped my head up on my hand as I watched them. "Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, Mrs. Cullen?"

She looked at me, her eyes covering my body slowly from head to toe before she answered. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are, Mr. Cullen?"

"I think I heard you say something about it in between screaming my name this morning," I teased.

"Well, it's true," she said, using her finger to break the suction Masen had on her nipple and putting him over her shoulder to burp. "Why don't we go sit and enjoy our gazebo this afternoon, it looks like a bright sunny day outside, Edward."

She and the baby put jackets on, it was after all, still January and we lived in the mountains. The sun was shining brightly and she seemed to love looking at my stupid sparkly skin as it reflected light in the sunshine. She was right, it was quite lovely sitting by the lake, especially with my family.

I had promised her that we would always talk about everything, so I told her how I was feeling. How I couldn't seem to be close enough to her, how I needed to be inside her, connected to her all the time and then it still wasn't quite enough. She needed to understand that I wasn't saying that she wasn't enough for me, just that I couldn't seem to get enough of her. I needed her constantly. She stroked my face with her fingers, quietly staring at me.

"Sweetheart, we don't have to have any more children. You can change me now, at the rate Masen is growing, he won't be nursing but another week or two. I want to be enough for you, Edward," she said shyly.

"Bella let me be clear about this. I would be just exactly this needy if you were a vampire as I am with you mortal. The only difference is that we would be able to make love for days at a time, not hours. My feelings for you or about you will never change, love, though your feelings for me may well grow stronger once you're immortal. Don't forget, once you're a newborn you aren't going to want to spend hours with me, you will be consumed with the need for blood. Really, if you think about it, it's better that you're still human and wanting me as much as I want you."

"Then remind me why we are out here instead of in our bed?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"You're out here because my dear brother needs to let you up for air once in a while!" Alice chided as she approached, Jasper in tow.

"Honestly, darlin', any more lust coming from this house and even Alice here will be worn out, immortal or not," Jasper laughed, obviously having heard some of our conversation.

"Let us take Masen up to our house for a little while. He so rarely gets to use the nursery there and you two can come and get him in a little while, there is left over food that needs eating in the fridge and Jasper wants to go for a hunt," she said then looked straight at me, "You, my brother, desperately need to feed!"

She was right, and we all knew it.

It was only a matter of minutes after they left with Masen before Bella and I were tangled together, completely enthralled with each other. I slipped my hand under the hem of her pullover and was finally able to sneak under her bra to cup her breast and feel her nipple pebble in my hand. Her hands were busy as well, one of them pulling the hair at the back of my neck and the other grasping me through my jeans that, as of now were entirely too small for me. It was kind of cold outside, at least for a human, so I didn't really want to rip her clothes off of her, but I had to have her . . . now. I slid to the floor of the gazebo, pulling her with me, and ripped the seam of her jeans the complete length of the crotch as I unzipped mine. She didn't seem to care as she straddled me, raising up on her knees to gain enough height to take me in, sinking her body onto mine as we both moaned in pleasure.

We continued to talk as though we were just sitting together, enjoying the day, my hands resting gently on her thighs as she sat on my hips, my body fully erect inside hers. I could not have been happier.