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Author's note: Sorry this wasn't up Tuesday. It's kind of intense - I know how all of you hate that! lol Let me know what you think!

Chapter 105 A Romantic Evening, Part 2

Bella was downstairs in the limo and I had no intention of keeping her waiting . . .

BPOV

I had been poked and kneaded, plucked and had the hair yanked off of more things than I wanted to think about. There were only two things I wanted as I sat, squirming uncomfortably in the soft leather seat of the limo - Edward, of course, and to figure out a way to avoid Alice ever being able to get me to a spa again.

Ever.

It wasn't that I was ungrateful and I understood that to some women, apparently my mother included, going to the spa was the ultimate treat - a day of decedent pampering and self indulgence. For me . . . it was torture. Edward seemed more than content with me just as I was, without all the lotions and makeup and soaking and plucking and for that I was grateful.

I simply wasn't a "spa" kind of girl.

Now give me a meadow . . . or a beach . . .or anywhere, really, that I was alone with Edward, that's what kind of girl I was. That was my idea of self indulgence.

The man walking out of the building and toward me was just absolutely amazing. Each stride he took exuded confidence, each movement dripped with sex appeal. He was drop dead gorgeous . . . and he was mine. It astounded me each and every time I looked at him or even thought about him. Edward said it was the camouflage, the lie, that all vampires had that appeal to draw in their victims . . . but it was much more than that. The electricity that sparked between us each and every time I was near him was more than just the draw that vampires had. Jasper, Emmet and even Carlisle had the appeal all vampires had - the looks, the voice, the smell. This was more . . . way more.

He moved flawlessly as he sat and scooted towards me, his arm immediately moving to surround me and pull me to him and his lips taking mine. If I hadn't known better I would have said that his breath hitched when he first saw me and again when his arm covered the bare flesh of my back. Part of it, and a large part, had to be the dress.

Alice had picked it, of course. It was midnight blue and hung in soft folds from the spaghetti straps over my shoulders. The back of the dress was held together by similar strings crisscrossing all the way from my shoulder blades to very close to where the top of the thong panties sat on my ass, which the dress barely covered. I had argued that perhaps I should just go naked because this dress covered little, the neckline went closer to my midsection that I would have thought possible and my breasts, already enlarged from nursing, looked huge. They would never have stayed hidden behind the fabric were it not for the stick on semblance of a bra that Alice had me wearing to insure I didn't leak all over everything.

She had been right about one thing, though . . . Edward loved the dress.

"Bella . . . you're so beautiful, sweetheart . . . I missed you so much," whispered in my ear, his lips never leaving my skin as he hugged me to him.

"I missed you, too," I whispered . . . well, more like moaned as he traced kisses across my collarbone and throat.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? I smell blood," he said worredlyas Ire felt him tense beside me.

"Sorry about that . . . Alice and that damned spa," I fussed.

He laughed at me and nodded his understanding of the little pixie and my frustration with her.

"I think I need to change our reservations, love," Edward continued.

I pulled back slightly to look into his face, "Am I late? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to . . ."

"No," he cut me off with a finger to my lips, "you aren't late . . . I'm just not sure I'm willing to share you and I'm trying to think if there is anywhere I can call and have dinner served to us here, in the limo."

"Edward," I laughed dismissively as I heard an unmistakable growl come from his chest.

"I'm quite serious. If I take you out in this dress," he whispered as his finger traced the neckline, "the headlines tomorrow will be an account of mass dismembered bodies that were dumped into the Seine."

We kissed and necked like the teenagers we were till the limousine stopped in front of Le Grand Vefour, a restaurant with a name so well known that I had heard it several times over the last few weeks but only accompanied by the comment of just how long it took to get a reservation there and how magnificent the food was. Edward got out and took my hand, ever the gentleman with his turn of the century manners and we walked in, only to see one of the most beautiful rooms I could have ever imagined.

We were shown to a quiet table by the window and handed menu's. The host as well as the waiter, spoke French - the same language the menu was written in. As if he sensed my discomfort, or realized the impossibility of my understanding the menu,Edward stepped in . . .

"Would you like me to order for us, love?"

"Yes, I would love that," I answered as I folded the menu and I was sure a look of relief crossed my face.

The waiter greeted us and from the surprised look on his face, Edward must have answered him in perfectly accented French.

"Ho vous parlez Français! Très bien donc qu'aimeriez vous ce soir?

Edward smiled and answered as he opened his menu, "Nous aimerions L' agneau à la Provencale et Le Filet de saint Pierre avec son beurre mousseux avec des carottes et des oignons nouveaux, un plateau de Fromages et pour le dessert, fraises et fraises des bois sur un lit de meringues."

the waiter: "C'est parfait, permettez moi de vous féliciter pour vôtre choix, le sommelier va venir à vôtre table tout de suite. Je vous souhaite un agréable repas.

Edward: "Je vous en remercie"

the sommelier: "Bonsoir madame et monsieur, que puis je vous conseiller pour accompagner vôtre repas?"

Edward: "Vôtre meilleur cru de Champagne Veuve Cliquot."

the sommelier: "Excellent choix monsieur."

the waiter: "C'est parfait, permettez moi de vous féliciter pour vôtre choix madame et monsieur, je vous souhaite un agréable repas."

Edward: "Je vous en remercie."

I watched the scene in front of me unfold. My seventeen year old husband handled himself with the confidence I would expect from Pierce Brosnan as 007. I was completely in awe as he appeared comfortable and confident reading and conversing in French.

"Edward," I leaned forward after the waiter left and took our menus, "you have to stop."

"Pardon?" he said, his head tilting to the side and his eyes smiling seductively.

"Edward!" I chided.

"Oui, mon coeur," he said as his hand held mine, his thumb softly stroking my knuckles.

I sipped the champagne that had been poured for me as I stared at my husband. There was no way I could handle this gorgous man speaking to me in French and still sit here and eat a meal . . . no way.

"Unless you want to make a scene with me straddeling your lap, you need to speak to me in English, sweetheart. Your voice combined with the wine I've had all day is making it hard for me not to use your lap as my seat and impale myself on your ever ready hard dick."

'Tu peux te servir de mes genoux pour tout ce que tu souhaite, mon coeur, tes moindres souhaits sont mes desirs, et je me fiche si on nous regarde," he purred, bending to kiss the top of my hand that he held.

"Edward, please . . ."

"I'm sorry, love," he laughed, "You're just so beautiful that speaking to you in French seems more appropriate than English. They do call it the language of love, you know."

"What is it you said to me?"

"You can use my lap for any and everything you want, sweetheart. Your slightest wish is my command and I don't care who sees us," he translated. "And I meant it," he said as he raised himself off his chair and leaned across the table to kiss me softly. "I'm glad you think of my dick as ever ready. Only for you, love," he all but purred.

The meal he ordered was amazing and I ended up eating most of his as well as mine. He was not eating, of course, and had apparently ordered two of the dishes they were known for so that I could try both. I enjoyed the lamb every bit as much as the fish, the St Pierre , which was delicious. France was known for it's cheeses, and I had enjoyed several different kinds at the spa earlier, but the platter of cheeses brought to our table enticed me to try even more of a variety. I had never been fond of soft cheese, it was gooey and smelled kind of off . . . but not these. These were delicious and I smeared as many of them as possible onto the breads provided I'm sure a moan escaped my lips when some of the flavors hit my taste buds.

Edward told me about his day, how much he liked playing with Masen and caring for him and just how smart our son really was. He described things in such detail, it was obvious just how much he loved our little boy and was serious about enjoying his time with him. What an extraordinary life our son would have with Edward as his father . . . nothing would be beyond his reach and he would always know just how very much he was loved not only by his father and me, but my the entire Cullen family. I could just see Masen sitting on his father's lap as Edward played the piano for him, the baby reaching for the notes as he listened to the music . . .

Edward pushed his food around on his plate as he continued to describe all the cute things Masen had done and how he felt about them. I continued to eat and eat and eat, pausing only long enough to drink champagne and then resume eating. Edward sat and smirked at me and my obvious enjoyment of my food.

"I'm glad you thought of wanting to taste the different cuisine in other countries, love. From what I can see, I would not have had you miss this for the world," he said thoughtfully, watching me eat absolutely everything in front of me and hum with pleasure from the taste.

He was just too far away from me, sitting at the other side of our table. I slipped my shoe off and found I was able to reach his ankle with my stocking covered toes. His eyes widened instantly as my toes crept inside the leg of his pants and moved up his calf, stroking up and down and i giggled to myself when I noticed his unnecessary breaths increasasing.

The waiter approached with our dessert. Edward had ordered strawberries with meringue on them and the waiter placed the dish in the center of the table with two spoons, removing the other dishes from the table and refilling my glass of champagne.

"Too bad we're in public, sweetheart. I can think of a something better to serve this dessert on . . . ," I told him in my best seductive voice.

"Sweetheart, if you keep rubbing me with your foot like this," he said, gesturing under the table as my foot came from under his pant leg and climbed toward his inner thigh, "it's not going to matter that we're in public."

I couldn't help but giggle again at the expression on his face. His gaze was intense and his head was tipped back ever so slightly as he seemed to contemplate the situation. His hand stroked the bottom of my foot as he held it in his lap and I continued to torment him. I was just barely able to reach far enough into his lap that I could feel something familiar becoming quite hard . . . quickly.

We left the restaurant shortly after that, Edward actually having tasted the dessert with me, well, on my lips anyway after he made a toast.

"A ma merveilleuse épouse, puisse t'elle être pour toujours aussi heureuse qu'elle est à present. Je t'aime plus que tout. . . tu es tout pour moi."

"Edward, what does it mean?" I just had to ask as he smiled my favorite lopsided grin at me.

"To my beautiful wife, may she always be as happy as she is right now. I love you more than anything . . . you are my everything," he said as he stood and rounded the table to take me in his arms and kiss me.

Apparently we had drawn more attention than I thought and several nearby tables turned to us and raised their glasses in a toast. Edward thanked them in words I had no chance of understanding and we left the restaurant, getting into the waiting limousine.

The ride was short, or at least it seemed to be as we kissed passionately and I stroked him, causing him to pin me to the seat and let me feel him grinding into me as he devoured my mouth. The door opened and I quickly straightened my dress and took Edward's hand. We were beside the river at a park lit by thousands of twinkling lights.

"Walk with me," he asked as he kissed me softly.

"Edward, the lights are so beautiful," I told him as I leaned into him.

"You're so beautiful," was the only response I got as we continued to walk, his arm around my shoulder.

We stopped as we came to a boat moored alongside the walkway and Edward gestured to me to step aboard. It must have been obvious that I was a bit wobbly as the boat captain held his hand out to help me. I settled into the comfortable sofa like seat with my husband beside me, his arm around me as we slowly pulled away from the dock and headed towards the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower.

"Was this Alice, or your doing?" I asked.

"Well, the reservation at the restaurant was Alice, but the boat ride was completely my doing, love," he told me as we slowed to almost a standstill at the very edge of the river, a bridge coming into view. I noticed a mischevous look on his face, only for a moment.

"Edward?"

The response came from our driver, in a thick French accent - "The Pont-Marie is known as the "bridge of lovers" and legend has it that if you kiss under the Pont-Marie and wish for eternal love, your wish will be granted.

Edward smiled his 100 watt smile and turned to me, reaching over my head with one hand to lift my hair and fasten something behind my neck. I looked down to see the most brilliant clear stone with almost a blueish tint hanging from a gold chain. The stone was quarter sized and cut into the shape of a perfect heart, brilliantly reflecting even the small amount of light from the twinkling lights on the shore.

"I saw this and thought it would be a good representation of me - it's cold and hard and it casts rainbows in the sun. Like my heart, it too is yours," he said as he kissed me.

Not just any kiss, but a kiss that poured all the love we had for each other into it, our bodies melding into one being as we sat there under the bridge, oblivious to anyone or anything around us.

"Je t'aime plus que tout tu es tout pour moi," his lips mouthed against mine just before he broke the kiss.

"Do you like it?" he asked, gesturing to the stone.

"I love it, sweetheart."

"It's called the Heart of Eternity and I thought it appropriate that I give it to you here, under this bridge.

"The stone has a name?" I asked, realization dawning on me.

It wasn't just a stone - it was a jewel . . . a very large jewel.

"Edward . . . ," I all but whispered as I held the heart and stared at it in wonder, "Where did you find this, sweetheart?"

"There is an auction house in Geneva, famous for just such special jewels. They had it up for sale and I had it sent to me. It gives off a slightly blue color, rather than completely clear, and I thought the heart shape was perfect," he paused, "It isn't too big . . . is it?"

"No, baby. It's perfect, just like you," I said and kissed him again. "You never have to buy me jewels, Edward. I have you. You came back to me and found me, sweetheart. You're all I'll ever need," I told him as I stroked his cheek with the soft pad of my thumb.

If he could, I knew he would have shed tears like the ones that were running down my cheeks.

We toasted each other from the chilled bottle Edward had arranged to have on hand and he again had a sip of champagne to seal the toast. We nearly didn't make it back to the flat.

Things became heated in the limo and I was feeling bold. I dropped to my knees in front of my husband and slowly unbuckled his belt. Had he not had his shirt tucked in and a tight waistband on his underwear, his length would have been showing itself out the top of the very large tent he was making in his pants. I unzipped his pants with my teeth, my eyes never leaving his as my hands explored his chest and then his taunt abs, following the light trail of copper hair that lead to my goal. He sprung free from the confines of his pants and I licked the entire length of him, his breath catching as my tongue dipped slightly into the small slit at the tip. He grasped the handles of the doors on either side of the car as his head threw back against the seat. I was getting better at this . . . but then again, I had lots of practice while I was pregnant, seeming to need the protein I would get from him almost like a vampire needed blood.

I sucked hard as he writhed in front of me, his hips responding in spite of his obvious attempts at keeping still. I was afraid the growl coming from his chest was growing loud enough for the driver to hear, in spite of the privacy window that was closed. I reached over and turned on music just in time to disguise the string of words that came from his mouth, including

" . . . baby, please . . . please don't stop . . . oh fuck, Bella . . . please never stop . . ."

I raked my teeth along his length only once and hummed as the muscles of his thighs and abdomen tightened. His size increased and he came down my throat, pulsing in several hard bursts, rocking his hips into me in spite of his attempts not to and holding my head to him with both hands in my hair. God, I loved it when he let go like that. Knowing how much he affected me, I loved that I could give back some measure of the same feeling. I continued to gently suck as his erection stated to harden again and the limo came to a stop.

"We're home, love," he told me.

It was an obvious effort for him to form words at that moment and he pulled me up to kiss me softly before tucking himself in and refastened his pants. I started to get out of the limo and fell into Edward's arms, the sidewalk slightly spinning.

"I think you've had way too much to drink tonight, sweetheart," Edward whispered in my ear, "but I think I like you tipsy! It seems to make you . . . more adventurous."

We made it up the elevator, my legs around his waist as he pinned me to the wall . . .

I stumbled somewhat, obviously wobbly as Edward kept an arm around me on the way to our room.

"I put Masen down a couple of hours ago," my mom said as she watched us head down the hall, shaking her head disapprovingly as we somewhat ignored her existance.

"Thanks, mom," I managed.

Just before Edward shut our bedroom door I heard my mother worriedly talking to Alice about my not drinking when I might be pregnant. Oh God!

"Edward! I drank all day today . . . what if I'm pregnant?" I all but sobbed, my emotions all over the place.

"You're fine, love. I would never let you do anything to hurt our child . . . medical school twice, remember," he said as he tapped his temple. "I kind of like you tipsy, but it's best not to make a habit of it though. Alice saw that you weren't pregnant yet, love . . . but there is always tonight."

I slumped into him, relieved sort of but worried none the less. I would never endanger one of our children, even those that were unborn, I thought as I clung to him, my arms around him and my fingers scratching through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I have a present for you tonight, too," I said somewhat shyly.

Somehow I wasn't at all sure about it now. The ladies had told me that I shouldn't have sex after waxing for at least 24 hours because of bacteria . . . but my husband was a vampire and I wasn't at all sure that counted. What did worry me was the fact that even just the soft lace of my panties rubbing over me seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable, and there had been just a small amount of bleeding involved.

"You are the most dangerous creature on the planet, Bella Cullen," Edward said as he slipped his hands under the straps that laced across my back and down to grasp my rear.

He kissed his way from the spot he loved under my ear to the very corner of my mouth before he picked me up and carried me to the edge of our bed.

"As much as I love this dress . . . I think it would be even more beautiful on the floor, love," he said as he undid the lace ties on my back and let the dress fall, pooling at my feet.

His eyes went wide when he saw the appliques holding up my breasts and the red lace garter belt holding up my stockings, just slightly covering the matching red lace thong.

"Is this my present?" he asked, as I swear he licked his lips.

"Sort of," I said, pushing his diner jacket off his shoulders and loosening his belt.

His clothes were gone in an instant and I was lying in bed with Edward beside me, holding me to him and kissing me passionately. He removed his lips from mine only long enough for me to breath before moving to kiss down my chest and take each nipple in turn into his mouth, his hands occupying the one he wasn't kissing at the time. The appliques gone, my breasts were huge having not nursed all day and the cool of his hands felt good as he held both breasts in his palms and continued to kiss me, his body partially covering mine and my arms pulling him to me. His hips ground into my thigh as I realized he was hard as steel and purring loudly.

I couldn't help laughing.

"What's so funny, Mrs. Cullen?" he asked as he looked up from my chest, moving his lower body to lie between my now parted legs.

He was apparently occupying himself by running his hand down my thigh to my knee and bringing it up to my shoulder so that he could reach my ankle, but it was tickeling me somewhat. I started to unclasp the strap on the shoe that I could now reach but he shook his head and pulled my hand away.

"The shoes stay," he managed to say between kisses.

"And the garter belt?" I asked playfully.

"It stays . . . and the stockings," he moaned as I rubbed my stocking clad legs against the naked skin of his waist and hips.

His fingers slipped under the sides of my thong and it was gone in an instant, ripped away.

"I hope you weren't too attached to the panties, love," he said as he tossed them to one side and kissed down my stomach and abdomen . . . stopping cold.

He didn't move. He didn't breath. He was still as only a vampire could be as he stared. After what seemed like an eternity, his head tilted up to look at me and I smiled.

"How's that for a present, sweetheart?" I asked as softly as I could, running my hand over the smooth skin that joined my thighs.

"Bella . . ."

I jumped slightly from the icy touch of his fingers as he stroked over where soft curls had been before.

"I didn't realize how tender it would be right after, sweetheart," I told him somewhat remorsefully.

"Not to worry, love. Venom will make it feel better."

And that was the last thing he said before he licked ever inch of the inflamed skin, coating it with the most icy tingling sensation I had ever felt. He held me in place as I came apart, writhing and clutching his hair as I screamed his name over and over again. He was beside himself, his eyes black fire and his face intent as he crawled up my body, his cheek rubbing my stockings as he kissed his way up my bended knee.

It was fair to say that my husband, and my vampire, liked the present.

I held his face in my hands, staring into his eyes as he came apart in my arms, his face strained with the intensity of emotion he was feeling. There was nothing more glorious than my husband's face as he gave himself over to his emotions and his ecstasy shone on his face. He had been afraid of this for so long when we were first together, years ago. Afraid that in that moment that he lost control, that he would hurt me by either biting me or crushing me with his strength. He couldn't have been more wrong. Edward's body always managed to protect me.

He lowered his lips to mine as he continued to rock his hips slowly into me in the most delicious way. Kissing down my neck and chest, his lips gently started suckling on the nipple of the breast that he now held, his other arm holding firmly to my backside and pressing me against him. His expression quickly changed as milk began to flow into his mouth and he gently pinched the nipple with his fingers to stop the flow and raised his head so that I could see his eyes.

"Bella, you taste like your milk is almost completely alcohol, love," he said as a small drip escaped from his lips.

I raised my head and kissed his bottom lip just before the drip escaped.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, my lips never leaving his.

"Nothing about you is ever a bad thing, love. It's just different and it surprised me. I should have expected it. Alcohol is stored in breast milk," he said as he filled his mouth with it again and swallowed, "and I think that makes it twice as intoxicating,"

He attacked my breast with a ferocity I had not seen from him since we first discovered the effect my milk had on him. He had learned to control himself somewhat, no longer pinning me to the bed and growling so fiercely when he drank. Not this time. Both my hands were immediately held in the steel grip of one of his hands and pulled above my head as he grasped my rear with his other hand. He did not pin my legs to the bed as his hips were between them as they encircled his waist. There would be no escape, regardless . . . and I screamed his name as I came again and again with him, an overload of senses and emotions filling me,

"Edward."

"Edward, please," I said as I began to squirm, my breast emptying and his grip tightening, becoming borderline painful.

"Sweetheart . . . please change sides . . . Edward!"

I finally got his attention by raising my head and rubbing my face back and forth across the top of his head as he nursed from me, calling to him and urging him to stop, to change sides. It was the word stop that seemed to work . . . I had never said that to him before and it registered almost immediately.

He stared at me, his pitch black eyes unfocused for a moment before understand crossed his faced and he latched onto the other side, releasing my arms and cupping the breast he has just drained.

I scratched his scalp and played with the soft hair I loved at the nape of his neck as he growled at me, his lips obviously trying to curl back into a snarl but refusing to release my breast. He was just so damned cute when he did that, I had to snicker at him in spite of the pleasure he was giving me.

His growls quieted to a loud purr and his thrusts became a gentle rocking as his head slowly fell to one side, resting on my shoulder. He eventually stilled, his upper body still mostly on top of mine and our bodies still joined as I stared at the sleeping form of my husband. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, my nipple just on the edge of his lips with milk still visible in his cheek. I hugged him to me, the arm his head was on still playing in his hair and the other holding onto his shoulder as his hand still cupped my other breast . . . and that was how we fell asleep.

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