Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Author's Note: I know, I know . . . you all wanted to hear about the romantic date in Paris. I wanted you to know what had happened at the girls day at the spa first, so here it is!

Chapter 104 Spa

"Alice insisted that she wanted to take you two to a couple of salons

that she knows for a girls day out," Edward explained.

"Edward! You know what that means if the little pixie has her way!

Hairstyles and facials and manicures and who knows what else they do in a salon," Bella fussed.

"Mud wraps and massages," Alice chimed in, obviously having heard us out in the lounge area.

Edward was laughing at the horror stricken expression on my daughter's face.

"Just wait, mom, you're in for it too," she pouted.

"Yes, but the difference, dear, is that I just might enjoy it!" I told her,

a loud 'yea Renee' coming from Alice in the other room.

~oooOooo~

Alice POV

"Bella, really - for heavens sakes. That's the third time you kissed my brother goodbye. I just don't see it, he's alright to look at but really, Bella. He's just my brother after all," I huffed as I took her by the arm and Renee grabbed her other arm.

I thought I was going to have to pry them apart with a cattle prod or throw cold water on them like the neighbor below us did out of her window when the cats were mating on the street. Honestly. You would think they hadn't sen each other in forever, not that they had just finished making love for the who knew how manyuth time during just last night alone!

I understood. Edward was a newly mated vampire and he had almost no control over his need to be with her, it consumed him. Though Bella was still human, you'd have thought she as a vampire as well the way she held him to her and accepted his advances, even coming on to him herself! I had no idea that humans acted that way, well, not so intently anyway.

I hadn't planned this day for the girls at the spa to be agonizing for either of them and I was second guessing the idea of taking Bella at all. Her mom grabbed her other arm though, and we were out the door leaving my dear brother with empty arms and a puppy dog look on his face . . . almost the same look as she wore.

"Bella, this is going to be fun," Renee whispered to her as we got downstairs to the limo.

All Bella did was give her mom a sideways glance that said it all. She was obviously not looking forward to this like the rest of us and was just coming along to appease me.

"So, Alice, where is it we are going?" Bella asked.

"Well," I told them all, not without a certain amount of gloating in my voice, "I got us in at Guerlains!"

"Really?" Rosalie exclaimed, "I thought you had to be a movie star or related to the Royal family to get in there without being on a year long wait list."

"It just so happens that I know someone, sister dear, and we have the private room to ourselves, the four of us . . . mud bath, wraps, facials, manicure, pedicure, steam room, massage . . . whatever we want," I explained.

"Oh, Alice! Are you serious?" Renee half whispered she was so impressed.

"Now, Alice," Bella stared at me questioningly, "you and Rose aren't really going to do all that, are you?

"Bella! We can get mud wraps and get the hot rock therapy and have our nails painted and sit in the hot tub and steam rooms and love it!" I explained.

We walked in to the perfectly detailed, exquisite waiting area and sat for a brief moment until we were escorted to the private areas of the spa. Decadently fluffy robes were provided for us as well as slippers as we were all asked to disrobe and all went to the hot tubs for the first part of our day. Renee was a little shy about dropping her robe to get in at first, but as soon as Rosalie and I disrobed and stepped into the water naked, Bella and her mom followed. An employee of the spa assigned to each one of us to make sure we had things to nibble on and drinks to refresh us as we sat and talked and laughed with each other in the warm water. I was happy to see Bella continuing to sample the different cheese, crackers, grapes and strawberries that were in an unending supply on the silver tray at her elbow.

The girls attending us kept bringing glasses of delicious red wine . . . at least Renee kept telling us how delicious it was. Bella kept switching glasses discreetly with both Rose and I and it wasn't long till she had a definite smile on her face, regardless of being at the spa and away from my brother. Renee looked disapprovingly at the glass in Bella's hand and I informed her that here in Paris, there was no drinking age and everyone had wine.

"I want to thank you both for being so gracious about my insisting on coming along," Renee said meekly, "I suppose you all know about my . . . acceptance of the unusual . . . in return for being allowed to get to know my grandson, as well as all of you and my new son in law."

"We know about it," I chimed in, "And as long as you can agree to just take things for face value, we love having you along."

"Bella is such a vital part of this family now, Renee, that we welcome the opportunity to get to know her mother better," Rose added, "especially since you are willing to do it on our terms."

"Well, it isn't easy," she admitted, "and I won't lie and tell you that I don't have a thousand questions . . . ." She paused and took her daughters hand for a moment, "But I trust that my daughter has all the answers, and I trust her judgement. I would never give up the opportunity to get to know my grandson, he is just such an exceptionally intelligent, sweet little guy."

"He really is, isn't he, mom!" Bella exclaimed . . . obviously what the humans called buzzed.

She seemed to loose some of her inhibitions and I only hoped that it didn't go so far as to jeopardize our secret.

"And Edward, well, isn't he just the sweetest most amazing man you've ever met?" Bella asked her mom.

"He seems very in tune with your needs, sweetheart . . . and you with his," Renee added.

"Don't you just love it when they want to do it all the time!" Rosalie added, laughing, "It's just so new to see that side of my shy, inhibited, socially proper brother."

Renee blushed a very deep red, but Bella just shook her head in agreement, the effects of the wine in lifting her inhibitions were never more obvious, and maybe it was time to get her to do some dishing on my dear brother . . .

"So, Bella, when we went shopping before your birthday, you never did answer us . . . how is our big brother in bed?" I asked, laughing.

She studied me for a moment, her mom making some excuse about that information being personal and not to embarrass Bella.

"Edward is wonderful, sweet and gentle, always worried about not hurting me. You guys know all that already," Bella chided.

"Bella. That's not what we meant and you know it!" Rose quipped.

Our new sister looked away into the distance for a moment before coming back into the moment and answering me -

"Your brother is an amazing lover. He takes care of me before he ever even thinks of himself," she snickered, "and his tongue causes the most amazing tingling sensations."

Rose and I just looked at each other. We both knew the effects venom from our partners mouths had on us when they went there, and it made me squirm just to think about it. We both nodded out heads in agreement, muttering something about loving it when they did that.

"Bella!" her mom all but shrieked.

Bella wasn't through though, and continued as we all had somewhat far off looks on our faces,". . . and it's a good thing he does . . . I need all the wetness possible for him to even think about fitting comfortably. He has the most deliciously long, thick . . . well, you know . . . ever with almost no recovery time needed. He can stay rock hard all night long, no problem."

"Bella!" her mom almost shouted, dismayed at her daughter's frankness.

". . . and, well, you all know how much he and I both love him nursing from me."

Renee gave her daughter the most disapproving look, and I had to step in and defend my new sister!

"Ha! Renee! We're sisters, it's okay," I reassured her mom, "and remember, Bella isn't used to drinking wine. We're likely to get honest answers out of her now more than ever!"

The words had only just left my mouth when I realized that I should never have said them. I could only hope that nothing too incriminating about the family would be revealed if Renee decided that now was the time to ask questions.

"So, you're saying that big brother is well hung?" Rose blatantly asked.

"Well, I have nothing to compare him to, Rose. I've never been that close to any other man," Bella said somewhat shyly.

"Well, does your hand wrap around him?" Rose questioned.

"Oh my God, Rose!" Bella stammered, almost choking on the sip of wine she had just taken.

I thought she was embarrassed and would refuse to answer. I misunderstood.

"Rose, my hand doesn't come close to reaching around him. I don't know how large most men are, but when Edward is in a mood, he peeks out over the waistband of his jeans."

"Alice, big brother is hung!" Rose exclaimed.

"He's just so gentle and careful with me, Rose, you know the reasons, but it's just not very often that I can just get him to let go of being my overprotective husband and just . . . let go," Bella started to go on till the girls reentered the spa area, holding warm towels up for each of us as we stepped out of the water. Luckily, the girl helping Bella realized how much wine she had drank and held her arm as she stepped over to a dry area to put on her robe. She had, after all, been drinking wine for a couple of hours now . . .

Rose and I got hot rock massages, reluctant to let the masseuse touch us with their hands because of the hardness and temperature of our skin. Bella and Renee got the full body hand massage, and we all chatted and laughed while our bodies were kneaded, rubbed and oiled. Then we showered in huge luxurious showers with benches and jets of water spraying at all levels against our skin. The jets were hard enough that they even felt good against my somewhat harder exterior!

Once our hair was towel dried and combed, we were shown to a small garden area within the building where a banquet style lunch was served privately for just us. From the moans coming from Bella and Renee, I'd say that the food was delicious.

Facials and mud plasters were next on the agenda. Bella and her mom went to one side of the room as Rose and I were es courted to the chairs on the other. It wasn't that we were very far apart, but apparently Renee felt some sort of privacy and took the opportunity to talk to her daughter. I heard everything, of course. Though our heads were towel wrapped and we had been offered a choice of music coming through the speakers in the headrest of the chair, I could clearly hear them . . . vampire . . .

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Renee asked her.

"I'm fine, mom, but I'm still kind of pruny from being in the hot water for so long."

"So am I, but it was fun, wasn't it?"

"I suppose so, mom. I'm enjoying spending time with you and my sisters."

"You really think of them as your sisters, don't you, sweetie?" Renee asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, of course I do. I really love Edward's whole family. They're awesome."

"Bella . . . Bella, are you sure you're okay with all of this . . . I don't mean the spa and the money, sweetie, I mean . . . Edward."

"How can you even say that, mom? I love him more than anything and now I have a son he's given me . . . and maybe even another child."

"Honey, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I just want to know that you aren't trapped in all of this . . . that you want it, you want him. I know I'm not supposed to ask questions, but I have to know that you want this . . . all of it."

Thank God I had seen this conversation happening, or I would have been worried that Bella, as much wine as she had in her, would tell her mother something to let her in on our world. I listened closely as the vision I had seen earlier played out in reality.

"I want Edward. I honestly wouldn't want to live without him, and I don't mean leave him . . . I mean that I wouldn't want to exist if I couldn't be with him, mom. I love him so much, he's such a part of me now . . . I know you see it . . . I don't care who sees it. I love him. I can barely stand to be away from him even just this morning . . . I need to feel his hand in mine or him near me, and I know he feels the same way about me."

"It's just a lot to take in, Bella. Even Masen is so . . . so different, even though he's obviously your child."

"He's amazing, isn't he! So cute and smart, and he had the sweetest little personality. I really hope I can have another child. Edward and I decided that unless I get pregnant on this trip, in the next few weeks, we're not going to have any other children."

"Well, that seems like a foolish decision and one with no reason behind it. Children don't have to be born months part to grow up together and have happy childhoods, Bella. Some siblings are years apart," she argued.

"No, mom. We agreed . . . now or never."

"Well, buy the nursery furniture, the way you two go at it I can't see any possible way you wouldn't get pregnant as soon as you ovulate. You know, it does take some time for your body to recover from having a baby, sweetie, and you are still nursing Masen. As long as his food isn't supplemented, you're probably not going to have a period or be able to get pregnant again. It's nature's way of giving your body time to recover."

"I know. And thanks, mom."

"For what, sweetie? For being nosey about your relationship with Edward or for pushing myself on all of you to come along on this trip?"

"For just caring . . . and for being willing to accept the Cullens, with no questions."

"Well, you didn't exactly give me a choice, did you?

~oooOooo~

With our hair in a towel, each of us was led to a reclining chair which positioned our heads over a sink where our scalps were massaged and our hair shampooed and conditioned.

We were all asked if we needed any waxing done. Renee had her eyebrows and mustache done and Rose and I declined the offer. Hair no longer grew for us and we had everything bare already.

Everything.

"Bella, how about treating Edward to a Brazilian?" I suggested.

"Brazilian? Alice, what are you talking about?" Bella cocked her head and stared at me.

"She's suggesting that you have a bikini wax," Rose explained.

"Can't I just do that with a razor, Alice?" she asked.

"Bell la . . . let them wax so that all the hair gone . . . bare," she nodded.

"Oh, oh . . . . OH! Alice!"

"Edward will go insane, trust me, Bella. It increases the sensations for you as well," I told her.

"God, Alice. I don't think I can live through any more sensation that he already gives me . . . I've passed out twice you know!"

Rose and I both doubled over as Renee's mouth hung open in horror.

"Passed out?" her mom asked, concerned.

"Yes, mom, I passed out cold. Carlisle said I just hyperventilated probably the first time Edward and I were together, but it has happened since and I don't want to see that smirk on his face again," she smiled, "He just looks so damned smug and proud of himself when it happens."

"Bella!" Renee all but yelled.

"Yep, he would be proud of himself," Rosalie agreed, "it's a wonder he hasn't told Emmett. Knowing Emmett, he would be trying to make it happen to me just so that Edward hadn't bested him."

"Well, I told him it wasn't nice to try and make the human pass out!"

We all let that slide and laughed it off and Renee seemed to be too horrified at the idea of Bella passing out to pick up on the human reference. Bella had definitely had quite a lot to drink and was feeling it.

Renee agreed to the waxing as well, if Bella was going to try it. Bella had refused unless someone joined her and her mom was the only candidate. Renee and Bella were each shown to small private rooms and I went in with Bella to hold her hand, promising her that she really wouldn't die of embarrassment. We all had on our soft white robes and Bella climbed up onto the table and laid down, awaiting the torture to begin.

One of the girls that had been attending to us all day came in with a mixture that looked like melted pink wax and set it on a table on top of a warming tray, taking cloths and wooden applicators from the drawer and setting them on the table. She then reached over with gloved hands, and exposed Bella's crotch, scissoring away most of the curls there. Bella reacted by covering her face with both forearms and I just shook my heads and chuckled at her. The girl finished with the scissors and told us that Jean Claude would be in momentarily.

The minute the man walked in I knew there would be a problem. He was quite gay, and obviously not someone the least bit interested in Bella's lady bits, but Bella sprung up off that table to a sitting position almost instantly.

"Can I help you?" she inquired, her legs crossed at the knee as she sat on the table and her robe pulled tightly around her.

He reached to open her robe and she held it firmly closed in her hand.

"Madame, I am here to wax," he explained in broken English.

"No. You need to be female," Bella insisted.

I explained to him, in his own language, that my sister in law was shy and we would need a woman to come in and do the waxing. He was offended, but Bella's comfort was more important and I was sure that a large tip would compensate him more than enough.

"It's okay, Bella," I explained, stroking her hair and putting an arm around her shoulders. "We were all embarrassed the first time."

"It's not that, Alice," she stated calmly.

"Well, what is it then? Have you changed your mind?"

"No, no. I haven't changed my mind. I just know Edward. He would never forgive me if I let any other man that close to me . . . even Jean Claude!"

"Really, Bella. You'd think my brother was a Neanderthal the way you describe him," I scoffed.

"Believe me, Alice. He would loose it," she said as a woman entered the room apologizing profusely in French for not knowing that we would be needing a woman to do the waxing.

Bella laid back and let the woman work and had I been human, the flesh on my forearm would have been torn off each and every time they ripped the cloth away from her skin, removing all the hair between her legs and on her rear as well. I couldn't help but snicker at her as she limped out of the room, though I would never let her see my expression. What I had not expected to feel, however, was the tiny blood lust that started to burn in my throats. and from the look on Rose's face, she felt it as well. Apparently Bella had very tender skin and there was a small amount of bleeding involved with the waxing.

Rose and I excused ourselves and moved out into the fresh air of the garden for a moment before going in to have our hair styled and our nails painted. We both needed the air, and a little less smell of humans . . . and blood. The humans were not in danger from us, but it was an uncomfortable moment none the less. We were, after all, vampires . . . and the smell of blood in the air helped nothing.

Bella and Renee continued to enjoy the wine as they got manicures and pedicures as well . Rose and I had our fingernails and toenails painted, insisting that we had just had mani's and pedi's last week and had no need for them again just now.

The stylists had seen our dresses for the evening and though Rose and Bella were made up to hit the town, Renee's and my makeup was stunning all the same.

Dresses and shoes were waiting for us, of course, in the dressing rooms, and i went in with Bella to help her dress. She had continued to sip wine all afternoon and she wasn't totally stable o9n her feet . . . much less in the heels I had gotten her. The dress I had bought for Bella was stunning. Bella had loved the midnight blue nightgown I had gotten her for her birthday . . . and I knew that my brother had liked it as well. This dress was the closest thing I could get to backless and still be descent to be seen in in public. I had seen the jewel Edward had for her, and the restaurant he was taking her to. They were going to have an extremely romantic evening, and the heels that went with that dress were just extra added insurance. Louis Vuitton had never yet let me down!

~oooOooo~

BPOV

I didn't even care about being tortured by Alice, I just wanted Edward. I realized that I had many glasses of wine today and that what I was feeling must be equivalent to being tipsy, but I just wanted Edward.

My sisters were asking me questions about my husbands sexual prowess, and this time I had no inhibitions about telling them that he took very good care of me and was apparently very well endowed. The problem was, the talking about him got me thinking about him . . . all of him.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel his hard, cool body under my hands. I longed to trace the muscles of his shoulders and back as they flexed while he made love to me. I wanted to taste the deliciousness that was Edward as his tongue explored my mouth and his lips devoured my skin . . . the silky feel of his hair between my fingers and the feel of the curls around his erection as he sheathed it in me again and again. I wanted Edward.

The girls had talked me into shaving the curls between my legs. They were completely gone, bare and smooth skin was all that was left. I could only hope that my husband would like the new and different way I would feel to him. I remembered the times that he had brushed his nose back and forth across those very curls and hoped he would not be disappointed in their absence. The hair would grow back of course, it was just a matter of me remaining human for a few months to give it time. If I became pregnant on this trip, there would be time for all of that and I guess I was counting on it.

Edward had given me any and everything I could ever imagine wanting in life. He was kind and fiercely protective, loyal and tolerant of all my foolish emotions and I just loved him so much. I wanted to give him another child before I joined his world. He would never admit it, he wouldn't ever want to risk my health, but I knew my husband. Though he had never thought it possible for him to father a child, his son was a vital part of his life now and another child would make him beyond happy.

I think I had even managed, in my somewhat less than inhibited ramblings, to convince my mom that I wanted to be here with the Cullens . . . with Edward. I knew she was worried and I had wanted to ease her mind, knowing that if she made a wrong move we might have to leave and never see her again. She kept her promise though, at least so far, and we were having a great time together.

I was anxious to get on with the evening. I knew that Edward had plans for us and I knew that Alice would have seen and shopped dress Alice had for me, along with the shoes, were sure to work their magic. We were going to dinner alone, that much I knew. My husband had wanted to have a romantic evening out with me in Paris, and I had spent the entire day at the spa away from him getting rubbed, oiled, cleansed, waxed, soaked and primped. I had slipped on the dress Alice had for me, hoping nothing fell out of it, and the shoes she had for me hoping I didn't fall off of them.

I had eaten the most delicious food and had countless glasses of wine lulling me into the most relaxed mood I could remember, well, relaxed except for wanting my husband. We were all in the limo, heading back to Alice's apartment and as we pulled up to the curb, Alice told me to wait in the car - that her brother would be down momentarily. I leaned back in the seat and sighed, waiting for my Edward to appear.

~oooOooo~