Author's Note: I own nothing. I just like to play with the characters that were created by Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.
Also, thank you for those of who have commented and offered well-wishes in my difficult time. It means a lot to me. Writing these stories has been my strength (as silly as that sounds) and has grounded me.
Rated M for future lemons.
Chapter 13: The ER
The rest of the week went by quickly. Each moment I doubted my feelings for Edward, I looked at the beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk. I then put my hand on the sweet, poignant note he wrote to me with the flowers. I kept it in my pocket.
I didn't see Edward the rest of the week, unfortunately. He had to do his administrative duties on Thursday and then ended covering an overnight shift in the ER on Thursday night. He texted me when he had a spare moment, each time saying his love for me. Each time I read 'I love you,' I blushed tremendously. It warmed my heart and it burst through my chest. On Thursday night, I pretty much crashed after I put away the food from dinner. I was so exhausted from staying up so late and being up so early.
Saturday was Alice's bridal shower. It was at Esme and Carlisle's home. I woke up at a decent hour and got dressed for the shower. I put on my outfit that Alice insisted I wear. She's such a wedding Nazi! Jeez! It was deep, blush pink sheath dress. She also had me wear a pair of beige peep-toe heels. I was hesitant to wear them, but what Alice wants, Alice gets. I did slip a pair of brown sandals into a bag, just in case. I straightened my hair and spiked it. I also put on my makeup, very softly on my face. I finished my look with a set of pearls and pearl earrings. I checked my watch. I needed to get going. I wasn't sure where Esme and Carlisle lived. I printed out directions last night, but still I was leery about the location.
I grabbed the present I bought for Alice and Jasper: a large crystal vase and a set of matching crystal candle holders, and carried it to my car. I hopped up into my beast and backed out of the parking spot. I got on the highway and drove to Esme and Carlisle's home. I followed the directions and pulled into a lavish looking subdivision. The homes were huge and immaculately kept. I checked the house number and I drove through the gorgeous neighborhood. I found Carlisle and Esme's home. The mailbox was bedecked with pink balloons and streamers. I pulled in and parked the beast. I gathered my present and camera and walked up to the front door. I balanced the present and rang the doorbell.
Esme opened up the door. "Bella! You look lovely," she gushed. "Come in, come in."
"Thank you, Esme. You have a lovely home," I replied.
"Oh, why thank you, my dear," she said quietly. "It's a bit of a passion. I'm an interior decorator and I love decorating a home with my creativity."
We walked to the living room and I deposited my present on the pile of other presents. Alice was wearing a white dress with a pink sash around her waist. Her black hair was curled and she had a large pink flower pinned behind her left ear. She looked at me. Her face broke into a huge grin and she skipped to where I was standing. "Bella! You look beautiful," she smiled as she kissed my cheek. "That dress is gorgeous on you."
"Thanks, Elf. You look radiant," I said as I wrapped her in a hug. "Can you believe this happening?"
"Yes," she gushed. "It's been forever. Jas and I were together since college and it took this long to propose. Now it's really happening."
"What took him so long?" I asked.
"He was gun shy. His parents got divorced and it was nasty. I mean a ton of mudslinging and nastiness. Jasper wanted to make sure that I was the one. But I knew. As soon as I met him, I knew," Alice said wistfully. "Speaking knowing, do you have some news for me, Ms. Swan?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I evaded.
"Bella," Alice whined. "Edward said something happened and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He won't tell me. Please, tell me! I beg of you."
"Okay, okay, okay," I said, placating my elfin friend. "We had our first date on Wednesday."
"And…" Alice prompted as she led me to a plush, cream couch.
"Anyhow, he came over and brought dinner. It was from La Bella Italia. The restaurant that we went to for lunch after our drunken taxi ride. As we were sitting down to eat, Edward said that…"
"What?" Alice shrieked. Rose had come in and sat down on the couch. "Tell me, Bella! Please!"
"Edward said that he loved me," I said as I prepared for the onslaught of shrieks. And that's what I got! Alice, Rose and Esme all surrounded me and hugged me tightly, shrieking in my ear.
"And? Did you say it back?" Rose asked.
"It took me awhile, but I did," I smiled. "However, I'm not done."
"There's more?" Esme squeaked. "Spill it, girl."
"At school, do you remember when they called me to the office on Thursday?"
"Yeah," Alice and Rose answered.
"Well, I had flowers delivered to school. A huge rose bouquet of red, pink and white roses. They were from Edward. He sent this card with the flowers," I blushed as I took out the card from my purse. I handed it to Alice and she squealed as she read the card. Alice handed it to Esme and Rose read the card over Esme's shoulder.
"Dr. McFuckme. I love it," Esme giggled. "Who came up with that?"
"I did," I giggled. "He just oozes sex appeal."
"Yeah, he does. Not like Emmett, but he is very sexy and he's got moves," Rose said, arching a perfect brow. "For the bachelor/bachelorette party we had the people do dares. Edward chose to do a lap dance. He gave it to Bella. His hips and body moved very well."
"Yeah, he did," I said, fanning myself. "Damn."
"So, that's what happened," Alice clarified.
"That's what happened," I answered. "Well more happened, but I'm not going to elaborate anymore."
"Did you get some loving?" Rose asked bluntly. I blushed. "That answers that question," Rose laughed. "Good."
"Okay, enough," I said sternly. "Let's get this party started."
I got up and we sat down in the tables set up in the large sun room. The caterer brought out the food and we dug into the five course meal. The food was delicious and I wanted to lick my plate it was so good. After lunch, Rose and I started the shower games. They were silly and fun. After the games, Alice attacked the pile of presents. I wrote down what she got and Rose made her bow bouquet. Alice got a lot of lovely things. She gushed and smiled at each present, personally thanking the guests who gave her the gift.
After a few hours, all of the guests had left with their little goodie bags. Jasper came and he loaded up his large Hummer with all of the presents. Esme divvied up the leftovers from the caterers and sent Rose and I home with enough food for the rest of the week. Rose and I left Esme's home and she grabbed my hand.
"Rose, what the hell?" I barked.
"You need to go shopping," Rose said, arching a brow.
"For what?"
"Lingerie," she said simply. "Come on, trust me."
"I don't have the money, Rosalie," I said, frowning. "I have a mortgage and bills to pay. I don't make enough as a teacher to go on a lingerie shopping spree."
"I do. My ex-husband left me a ton of money in our divorce settlement. I'm setting you up in lingerie that'll make Edward permanently hard," Rose said.
"I'll go. If you tell me what happened to you," I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Deal. After we get you set with push-up bras and thongs," Rose winked.
I groaned and got into my car. Rose pulled in front of me and I followed her to a swanky lingerie store. I parked the car and we got out, walking to the store. Rose opened the door and was greeted by a small woman.
"Rose! Back so soon! You got enough lingerie to wear for years," she said.
"Shut it, Heidi. We're here to set up my friend, Bella," Rose smiled as she indicated to me.
Heidi turned and looked at me. "Hmmmm…turn around, Bella," she demanded. I reluctantly did what she asked and she clucked. "Let me guess. Kohl's specials, using your 30% off coupon."
"Unfortunately," I grumbled. "I just recently got divorced and I'm in a new relationship."
"Well, then, we need get you in some hot lingerie to keep your new relationship steamy," Heidi as she laced her fingers with mine. "34C, right?"
"Uh, yeah," I said.
"Trust me, Bella. You will not be disappointed," Heidi grinned lasciviously. She pushed me into a dressing room and threw tons of colorful scraps of lace and satin at me. I tried on the racy lingerie, liking some, hating some and absolutely love most of it. I picked up a bra and checked the price. I stumbled in the dressing room and started hyperventilating. "Bella? Are you okay?"
"Sticker shock," I squeaked.
Rose opened the door and sat down next to me. "Bella, when was the last time you bought something for you. Not Mike. Not Alice. Not Edward. You?"
"Not for awhile. But I can't afford this," I mumbled.
"Yes, you can. Remember, my ex-husband is buying this for you," Rose winked. "Is this the keep pile?" I nodded and blushed. Rose picked up the lingerie from the keep pile and handed it to Heidi. "We want all of this. Also matching negligees."
"Got it," Heidi said as she skipped to the register.
I leaned forward on my knees and tried to calm my erratic breathing. Must not pass out. Must not pass out. Must not pass out. Shit, I'm going to pass out.
"No, you're not, Bella," Rose crooned. "Edward's peen will be consistently hard when he sees what you are going to be wearing. I can imagine he's huge. Is he?"
"From what I've felt, yeah," I muttered.
"You haven't seen it?"
"No."
"Why the hell not? He wants to jump your bones!" Rose chided.
"I'm not ready for that," I said, giving her a hard stare.
"Okay, what have you done?" Rose asked as she helped me up. We walked out into the store and Rose picked up some lotion and garters. She waved down Heidi and she grabbed them from her. We wandered around the store as I told her about Edward's magical fingers and my first orgasm that wasn't brought forth from my own hand in two years. We stopped in front of a beautiful blue nightie with a matching thong. It was my favorite color blue and I fingered the delicate material. "Wear that when you decide to give yourself to Edward." She rooted through the racks and plucked out my size. I blushed and followed Rose to the register. Heidi added the nightie to our staggering pile of naughty underwear. She prattled off the total and I blanched. Rose elbowed me. She handed over a sleek black credit card and signed the credit slip. "Courtesy of Royce King, the Third. Too bad he won't reap the benefits."
"Is he your ex-husband?" I asked.
"He's a fucking douche. Come on. Let's head back. I need to bake some cookies if I'm going to tell you my story," Rose said as Heidi handed me my underwear. I followed Rose back to the condo complex and parked the car. We walked up the stairs. "Change and then I'll explain my ex-husband."
I nodded and walked into my condo. I deposited my bags of naughty lingerie on my bed. I stripped off my dress and put on a pair of yoga pants and a Cherry Blossom t-shirt. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed my phone and keys. I knocked on Rose's door and saw it was already open. "Rose?"
"I'm changing! Can you open up a bottle of white wine? It's in the fridge," she yelled from her bedroom.
I opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of chardonnay. I found the bottle opener and opened the wine. I took out two wine glasses, pouring each of us a glass. Rose walked into the kitchen, her hair piled on her head and her makeup removed. She looked so young. I gave her a glass. Rose took it and clinked mine. She then busied herself in gathering the ingredients for snicker doodles.
"Okay, spill it, Hale," I said as I sat down.
Rose was putting the ingredients into her Kitchenaid and grumbling. "Fuck. I'm warning you, it's not pretty."
"I gathered that," I said.
"Royce and I met in college. He was the son of an affluent banker and our parents were very close friends. It was almost an arranged marriage. We started off as friends. Then our friendship grew into something more. We eventually started dating. We dated all throughout our college careers. Royce was the epitome of a sweet, doting boyfriend. He was loving, smart and unbelievably good looking. He proposed on the eve of our college graduation. I, of course, said yes. The ring he gave me was fucking huge, but absolutely gorgeous and not gaudy.
"We started our jobs. I was a Language Arts teacher in New York City. Royce worked for his father in his bank, managing hedge funds. We got married on Christmas Eve, spending our honeymoon in the Greek Isles. The first few months of the marriage were perfect. Blissful. Hot. A dream come true.
"Then, I had to stay at work late for parent teacher conferences. I told Royce that I had to work late and he understood. When I got home, I was tired and cranky and just wanted to sleep. Royce had other ideas. He was livid. He demanded where I was and who I was fucking. I snapped and told him no one, explaining that I had parent teacher conferences. He didn't believe me and he slapped me. Hard. Across my face. I got my stuff and drove to my parents' home. I stayed there for a few days, but went back to Royce when he came and apologized. He told me he was drunk and he had a bad day at work. I told him that was not an excuse for hitting me. He promised not to do it again. He also promised that he would go to anger management classes. Despite my better judgment, I went home.
"Things improved and we settled back into our routine. On the last day of school, I went out with my friends from work for a drink. I sent Royce a text telling him where I was going to be. He didn't respond. I shrugged it off and continued drinking, celebrating the end of the school year. I got home and Royce, again, was livid. He said I was cheating on him and that I wasn't worth his time. He could find anybody he wanted that would be home to cook him dinner and service him whenever he needed. I paled and backed away from him."
"He didn't?" I squeaked.
"He did. He threw me against the stairs and he raped me. My own fucking husband raped me. I told him no. I didn't want to be with him like that. I clawed and shoved him away. He wouldn't relent. He pounded into me and kept going until he was done. Afterward, he pulled out and proceeded to beat the shit out of me. He slumped over when he was done and I dragged my body to the hospital. I only had bruises and contusions. No broken bones, thankfully. I met with some detectives and told them what happened. The barged into my home and arrested Royce."
"What happened?" I asked.
"His family hired him a lawyer and they finagled a deal where we were just having 'rough sex.' He was released. I served him with divorce papers. However, he wouldn't sign them. He refused to let me go. I was his.
"Later on during the summer, I was feeling sick and blah. I went to my doctor, thinking I had food poisoning or the flu. Except it wasn't. I was pregnant with the demon's spawn," Rose said as her eyes filled with tears. "I carried the baby, a little girl, to term. But I couldn't keep her. She was a reminder of how she was conceived. I gave up Lily for adoption. It was the toughest thing I had to do."
"Did Royce fight you on it?"
"He did. However, I told him that if wouldn't sign the papers, I would inform the media of his temper and it would ruin his father's company. Royce finally signed over his parental rights and Lily was placed with a good family in Nebraska. He also signed the divorce papers, giving me everything that I wanted. I stayed in New York for another year, but I couldn't take it. Once the school year was done, I started looking for a new job in a new, but smaller town. I found something that I stayed at for a year, but I stumbled on the job here in Sherryville at Cherry Blossom. I'm glad I did," Rose smiled. "I've made some great friends and I'm finally happy."
"I can't imagine what you've gone through, Rose," I said. "How…?"
"There was a point in time where my self-worth was in the crapper, but I know I'm better than what Royce led me to believe. I know I made the right decision for my daughter. I get emails from her parents and she's happy."
"How old is she?" I asked.
"She's three," Rose smiled sadly. "I hated that I had to give her up, but I didn't want to resent my own child because of her father. Royce also arranged for her to be cared for when she gets older. It was part of the divorce decree."
"Why is he not in jail?" I seethed. "He fucking raped you and beat you up!"
"He had excellent attorneys. It was my word against his," Rose mumbled as she put the cookies into the oven. "My parents tried to help me, but we couldn't afford it. I sold everything of worth, including the ring that he presented me when he proposed, but we couldn't do it. So a rapist is walking free and clear because he had great representation and I didn't."
"Holy fuck," I sighed. "That sucks, Rose."
"I know. But I'm over it. For the most part. I have bad days. You can tell when I have bad days. I bake," she laughed. "But those are few and far between now. Besides, I have Emmett. He's everything that Royce wasn't."
"Does he know about Lily?"
"Yeah. He was sad that I gave up my daughter, but understood why I did it," Rose replied. "Anyhoo…enough sad shit. Tell me about Edward."
"You heard everything that I told Alice," I giggled. "Nothing has changed since that conversation."
"I can see you're holding back, Bella. You said that he said he loved you. You hesitated in telling him it in return. Why?"
"I'm afraid of being hurt. Mike, my supposed-love-of-my-life, said he'd be with me for better or for worse. For forever. But that didn't work out. I had a minor, okay, MAJOR panic attack on Wednesday night. I was pacing until nearly midnight. Then I had the worst nightmare, screaming bloody murder the next morning. I'm afraid he's going to leave me; that he's not real."
"Bella, he's real. He loves you. I barely know him and I can see the love he has for you. I saw it at the bachelor party. I still can't believe that was a week ago, but he was in love with you then," Rose said as she grasped my hand. "Enjoy it. Enjoy him."
"I'm trying."
"When are you seeing him next?" Rose asked as she got up when the oven blared.
"I have no clue. We've texted but haven't set up any plans," I said.
"See if he's available tonight. Wear some of that new underwear," Rose said with a suggestive waggle of her brows.
"He's working tonight," I sighed.
"I know! Bring him some cookies," Rose said as she took out a plastic container. "Put on a cute pair of jeans and booby top and deliver these. He'll love you even more."
"Booby top?" I squeaked.
"A shirt the pushes the girls up to new heights. Go change and I'll make these all pretty on a platter," Rose giggled. She smacked my butt and pushed me out the door. I darted to my condo and put on a pair of dark, distressed jeans. I found a black tank top. I put the top on and was disappointed in my lack of boobage. I looked at the bag of naughtiness on the bed. I stripped off the top and slipped off my plain bra. I found a black lacy bra and I slid it over my shoulders. My boobs were raised to heights and I smiled. "Edward will like. I hope."
I pulled on a black cardigan and my black Chucks. I went back to Rose's and walked into her kitchen. She handed me the plate of cookies and kissed my cheek. "Go get 'em, hot stuff."
I nodded and dashed to my car. I drove to Craven Memorial and parked in the parking garage. I took a deep breath, calming my frazzled nerves. Will he be pissed? Will he be happy? Fuck! What am I thinking?
I picked up the plate of cookies and my phone. I walked into the ER, heading toward the triage desk. Thankfully, Rhonda was sitting there. "Hi, Rhonda."
"Ms. Bella! What a pleasant surprise! How are you doing?" Rhonda asked.
"I'm good. How are you doing?" I replied, giving her a smile.
"Excellent. It was a quiet day today. So, it's all good. Are you looking for Dr. Edward?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. I have some cookies for him. Would you like a snicker doodle?" I asked, opening the container. Rhonda grinned widely and swiped two cookies, putting them on the triage desk.
"I'll page him," Rhonda smiled. She picked up the phone and spoke quickly and quietly into the receiver. "He'll be right up, Ms. Bella."
"Did you say it was me?" I asked.
"No. I just said he was needed at the triage desk," Rhonda winked.
"Thanks, Rhonda," I grinned, excited that she saw through my ruse. I leaned against the desk and waited for Edward. He strode onto the floor. He moved slowly and I swear angels wept, he looked so good. His hair was in its usual disarray and he was wearing his blue scrubs and white lab coat. He was sporting a few day old beard and he looking scrumptious. He walked to the triage desk, his head buried in a chart.
"You needed me, Rhonda?" Edward asked.
"Dr. Edward, get your nose out of your chart," Rhonda chided as she swiped the chart from his hands.
"Rhonda!" Edward squeaked. He looked at her sternly and Rhonda pointed to me. He looked at me and his angry glare softened. "Bella, oh my word. What a pleasant surprise," he sighed as gathered me in his arms. He cupped my chin and kissed my lips sweetly.
"Dr. Edward, she brought cookies. For you. Go to your office and enjoy them," Rhonda said. She put the plate of cookies into his hands and pointed toward Edward's office. Edward twined his fingers with mine and walked us back to his office carrying my cookies.
He opened the door of his warm office and closed the door shut. He put the cookies on his desk and he pulled me to the couch, sitting down and straddling me over his legs. He slipped the cardigan off my shoulders. "This is the most wonderful surprise, my beautiful girl," he breathed against my lips. His tongue thrust into my mouth and his hands grabbed my ass. My fingers tangled into his hair and I moaned quietly against his mouth. Edward's fingers moved under the hem of my shirt and ghosted up my skin. His fingers burned against my heated flesh. "So soft, Bella," he moaned. "I love you, beautiful."
"I love you, too, Edward," I said as I kissed his cheeks, moving to his earlobe. I drew it into my teeth and nibbled.
Edward's hands moved to my breasts and they expertly kneaded the sensitive mounds. He lifted my tank and tossed it on the floor. "Fuck. So beautiful," Edward said as he looked at my lacy black bra. His mouth was attached to my neck and he kissed down to the swell of my breasts. He slipped his fingers into the cups and extricated my breast from its lacy prison. Edward licked my nipple and he drew it between his teeth. As good as this was, I wanted this to be about him. I captured his chin and brought his face back to mine. I brushed my lips against his and slid off his lap. "Bella?"
I knelt on the floor and reached for the drawstring of his scrubs. "This is about you, Edward," I purred seductively. "I just hope that you don't get paged. That would be embarrassing. Also, one more thing." I got up and locked Edward's door shut. His eyes widened and I took my place back on the floor. I untied the drawstring and cupped his straining erection. "Hmmmm. I've been thinking about this since Wednesday."
"What have you thinking about, Isabella?" Edward purred.
"Feeling you. Touching you. Making you come," I cooed. Where is this confidence coming from? I gently massaged his balls and hardened length through the cotton of his boxer briefs and scrubs. Edward's head fell back and he grunted. "Can I make you come, Edward? With my mouth, Dr. Masen?"
"Fuck, Bella," he growled. I gently pulled down his scrub pants and he lifted his hips. I then reached for the waistband of his Calvins and pulled it down as well. His erection sprung free and my eyes darkened in lust. And my question was answered as to how big he was. He was fucking huge. I was panicking at how I would take all of it into my mouth or my pussy. I licked my lips and looked up at Edward. He was watching me with rapt attention, his eyes filled with desire and passion. I grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. Edward's breathing became erratic and his jaw dropped. I smirked and rubbed my thumb on the head of his perfect cock.
"Are you ready, Dr. Masen?" I crooned. He gulped and nodded. I leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his dick. Edward inhaled sharply and his hips bucked. "Hmmm, excited?"
"God, Bella. So excited. Please, baby," he pleaded.
"Please, what, Edward?" I asked as licked the tip of his cock.
"Put your mouth on me, Bella. I'm begging you," he croaked. I smiled and wrapped my lips around his penis. Edward groaned and his fingers tangled into my hair. I relaxed my jaw and pushed his cock into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I was grateful for not having a gag reflex. With my hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and began bobbing my head, moving my hand in conjunction with my mouth. "Holy shit, baby. Feels so good. So good," Edward moaned.
I removed my mouth from his cock and licked the underside of his shaft. I pumped his dick with my hand, using the lubrication of my mouth. "You like, Dr. Masen?" I asked. He nodded emphatically and caressed my cheek. I plunged his cock into my mouth and I used my teeth on the bottom of shaft. He growled and his hips were moving at a rapid pace. "Do you want to come, Dr. Masen? In my mouth?"
Holy fuck. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've never done this before. Who am I? What happened to shy, reserved Bella Swan?
"Please, baby," Edward moaned. I smirked and began bobbing my head faster, massaging his cock and his balls with my hands. He threw his head back and his chest was rising at an amazing pace. "Bella, I'm close. So close," he breathed. I smiled against his skin and dragged my teeth along the underside of his cock. Edward grunted and his eyes rolled back in his head. "I'm…Bella…" he growled. I kept moving and I felt a hot stream of liquid pour down my throat. Edward bit back a roar and he collapsed against his couch. I licked him clean and put his cock back into his boxer briefs. Edward lifted his hips and pulled up his scrubs. He tied the drawstring and picked me up, throwing me onto the couch, pinning me with his hips. His lips covered mine and his tongue thrust between my lips. "That was the most erotic thing, ever, my love," he said against my lips. "You are so fucking perfect."
"Hmmm," I moaned as I hitched my leg around his hip. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Edward. So, I take it you like your surprise?"
"Immensely, beautiful girl. It's not every day my girlfriend. My beautiful and thoughtful girlfriend. Brings me cookies, wears the most exquisite black bra and give me the single most perfect and sensual moment I've had in my life. I really like this," Edward said as he traced his fingers over my bra.
"It's new," I said, ruffling his hair. "For you."
"Well, I appreciate it. Very much," Edward said as he settled between my legs. "Let me show you how much, I appreciate it."
"That might be a challenge, Edward," I giggled.
"What? Why?" he squeaked.
"Your pocket is vibrating," I said. I reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out his Blackberry. It was vibrating in my hand. "See?"
"Goddamn it," he growled. "I don't want to let you go."
"But you are being paged to trauma two," I said as I read the text on his phone.
Edward snarled and he got up. He dug around in his bag and handed me a key. "I'll be home in an hour, two at most."
"Are you asking me for a sleepover, Dr. Masen?" I asked coyly.
"Yes, Bella," he said as he dropped to his knees in front of me. "I want to properly thank you for my 'surprise.'" He snaked his hand around my neck and thrust his tongue into my mouth. "Turnabout's fair play, Bella."
I put my hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. He smirked and handed me my tank top and cardigan. "As much as I hate to see you put these on, it would be prudent. This," he said as he squeezed my tit, "is for my eyes only."
I pulled my tank top over my head and my cardigan over my shoulders. Edward placed the key in my hand. "Keep it, beautiful," he said. The disembodied voice of Rhonda came over the intercom system, paging Edward to the trauma room. "I'll see you back at my place. I love you." He kissed me chastely and got up of the floor, holding his hands out for me. I grabbed my keys and phone, taking his hands. He unlocked the door and kissed me again. "I'll call if I'm going to be any later."
"Go, handsome," I said as I swatted his ass. He snarled and ran down the hall, his white coat trailing behind him like a cape. I smiled and headed back to the triage desk.
Rhonda was giggling at the triage desk. "I'm sorry, Ms. Bella. I tried to keep the attendings at bay for as long as I could," she chortled.
"Mission accomplished, Rhonda. Dr. Edward LOVED his surprise," I said with a wink. "See you later."
"Good job, Ms. Bella," she said, holding up her hand. I gave her a high five and skipped out of the ER. I whipped out my phone and called Rosalie.
"So? Did he like his cookies?" Rose greeted.
"Very much," I grinned. "Rose, I think the lingerie you got me has magical powers. I turned into the sex goddess."
"Spill it, Swan," she shrieked.
"I will. Let me back out," I said as I started my car. I backed it out of the parking spot and headed toward my condo. "Okay, I'm back."
"So, what happened?"
"Well, I went up to the triage desk and saw his charge nurse. A lovely African American woman named Rhonda. I love her. She rocks. I told her that I was here for Edward to deliver cookies. She paged him to the desk and his head was buried in a chart. She swiped the chart from him and pointed to me. He squeaked and dragged me back to his office. He pulled me into his lap and we started making out, hot and heavy. Then I got bold."
"Did you go down on him?" Rose asked.
"Yep," I said with a wicked grin.
"And was he big?"
"The biggest I'd ever seen," I said, rolling my eyes back. "I could barely fit it in my mouth."
"Spit or swallow?" Rose questioned.
"Swallow. He was at work. It's not appropriate or professional to have jizz on your scrubs," I laughed. "Then again, it's not really appropriate to suck off your boyfriend at his place of work."
"Bella, he's the fucking boss. Who's he gonna fire? Himself?" Rose laughed.
"Last, but not least, he gave me a key to his place," I said quietly.
"What? Like to keep? Like you can go over anytime?"
"Yep," I smiled. "I'm heading home to pack a bag and then I'm going to his place."
"Ooooh, an adult sleepover. Isn't that the third one you've had with the good doctor?"
"Yes. I sleep so well with him," I sighed. "I feel safe. Well for the most part."
"Explain that last statement," Rose demanded.
"The night he said he loved me, I had the worst nightmare. I dreamt that he was killed in a car crash and that he died. It was horrible. In my dream it was so real. His eyes were dead. No spark. No life. I lost it."
"Bella," Rose said sadly. "He is not going to go anywhere. You have to know that."
"I know. I'm still freaking out," I muttered.
"Don't. Just don't, Bella. If you ask for the moon, Edward would find a way to get it for you," Rose said.
"But, I've never had anyone who would do anything like that for me. Ever," I said. I pulled into my condo and got out of my car. "I'm here."
"I'll meet you by your door. We need to make sure that you pack the right thing," Rose said as she clicked off the phone. I walked to my condo and saw Rose by my door. I unlocked the door. She grabbed my hand and went into my bedroom. She dug into the lingerie bag and took out a pair of black satin shorty pajamas. I nodded and got my overnight bag. She threw my pajamas into the bag. "What are you wearing now?"
"Um, black lacy bra and my regular panties," I blushed.
"Change into these," she said, flinging the matching boy shorts to the bra I was already wearing. "Are you shaved? Waxed?"
"Rose!"
"What? If he's going to go into the promised land, he better not have to battle a forest of hair," Rose shrugged.
"I'm shaved. I did it this morning," I said, pink creeping in my cheeks. "Who says he's going to go to the promised land?"
"Bella, you sucked him off. At work. He will want to reciprocate. TRUST ME!" Rose pleaded. "Go change, woman."
I growled and went into my bathroom. I stripped of my jeans and my plain black panties. I ripped off the tag and put my new, sexy underwear. I pulled up my jeans again and went back out into my bedroom. Rose had packed my bag and handed it to me. "I know you aren't going to fuck him tonight, but he won't know what hit him."
"What if he thinks I'm ugly, Rose?"
"Bella, he already thinks that the sun shines out of your ass. Go sex up Dr. McFuckme," Rose said, arching a perfect brow. She turned me around and pushed me out of my condo. She grabbed my keys, locking my door. She handed me my keys and dragged me down the stairs and to my car. "Have the most fucking wonderful orgasm at the whim of your doctor. My guess is that like his fingers, his tongue will be magical too."
I blushed and climbed into my SUV. I rolled down the window. "Wish me luck, Rose."
"I will, but you won't need it," she winked. I backed out and drove to Edward's home. I parked in the driveway, making sure that Edward could get his car into the garage. I picked up my bag, reaching for the key that Edward gave me. I took it out of my pocket and walked up the manicured walkway. I unlocked the front door and turned on the lights. I put my bag down by the stairs and closed the door. I walked around the living room, running my fingers across his piano. I saw down and plunked out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," the one thing I remembered from piano lessons. I looked up at the music stand and saw some staff paper. Edward's handwriting was on the top.
I picked up the music that was obviously written by my doctor. The title was "Bella Berceuse." I put the music back on the stand, trying to make my brain remember the French I took when I was in high school. I finally remembered. "Bella's Lullaby," I whispered. "He's writing a song for me?"
I shook my head and got up from the piano. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I sat down in the family room. I picked up the remote, turning on the television. I was watching a movie when I heard the garage door open. The door from the garage opened and Edward walked in. His scrubs were covered in blood.
Oh, no.
"Edward?" I said quietly.
He looked up at me and his eyes were filled with tears. He strode over to me and pulled me into his arms. His tears drenched my cardigan and I held him tightly. "What happened, baby?"
His hands fisted my sweater and wouldn't let go. "Edward," I crooned. "Tell me, sweetheart."
He pulled away and wiped his cheeks. "Car accident. Drunk driver. It was a kid who died. Fourteen years old. His injuries were so similar to mine," he said in a small, broken voice. "However, his brain was gone. Gray matter was everywhere. He didn't stand a chance."
"Oh, Edward," I cried, as I rubbed his cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
"Bella, I think it was one of your students from your school," he whispered. "I'm violating HIPAA right now, but do you have a Taylor Schmink in your school?"
"Oh my god," I paled. "He was one of mine." Tears fell down my cheeks. He was one of the best and brightest students at Cherry Blossom. He was in my class after lunch. He was the one who asked if I was okay when I got my flowers. "No…NO!" I got up and began pacing. "He was a baby. How?"
"Some asshat went through a stop sign at 50 mph, hitting Taylor who was on his bike," Edward said. "Bella, you shouldn't know this."
I ran my fingers through my hair. "I know. Oh, God. My students. His friends. It's so unfair," I wailed. I looked at Edward and crawled into his lap, straddling his legs. "Please tell he was not in pain. That he went quickly."
"He probably was already dead when he hit the pavement. He felt nothing," Edward said as he cupped my face. "I'm so sorry, love."
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, tears pouring down my cheeks. "Monday's going to suck."
"It is," Edward whispered.
"Is this…?" I asked as picked at his scrubs.
"Yeah. I didn't change. I needed to get out of there. I nearly lost my shit. I'll go shower," Edward said as he started to get up.
"No," I said as I tightened my hold on him. "No," I whispered. "Just let me hold you, please."
Edward relaxed and he wrapped his arms my waist. We stayed wrapped up in each other until my feet fell asleep and Edward's stomach growled. I pulled away and frowned. "Have you eaten?"
"I threw it up," he muttered. "Seeing Taylor on that table brought back some traumatic memories."
"Edward, you need to eat," I said as I got off his lap. I tugged on his hand and hobbled to the kitchen.
"Why are you walking like a penguin?"
"Both of my feet are asleep. Sit," I said as I pointed to a stool by the island. I rooted around in Edward's fridge and took out the makings for sandwiches. I got out some plates and made each of us a turkey sandwich. I went into the pantry. Oh that pantry. I love this pantry. And I got some chips. I put a plate with a sandwich and chips in front of Edward. I went into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to him. I sat down in the stool next to him. "Eat."
"You're bossy, you know that?" Edward sassed.
"And you are not in charge of your ER," I snarked.
"Ain't that the truth," he snorted. "Rhonda, God bless her, keeps me on my toes."
"I love her," I said as I took a bite of my sandwich. "She's the fucking shizz."
"The shizz?"
"The shizz. Got a problem that, Dr. Masen?" I said arching a brow.
"What the hell is 'the shizz?'" Edward asked. He popped in a chip and chewed it slowly.
"Awesome, great, phenomenal," I answered. "The kids say it all the time."
"Sounds a little too close to 'jizz,'" Edward snorted. "They're sneaky."
"Yes, they are," I sighed. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah. Are you?" Edward asked as he brushed my hair behind my ear.
"I'll be fine. I'm worried about my students," I said quietly. "He was a popular kid. Very popular kid. He was the lead in the musical last year, in choir, student council and a straight A student. Like I said, Monday's going to suck."
"Are you going to go to the wake or funeral?"
"Probably. Or someone from Cherry Blossom. I'll most like be drafted as I had a previous relationship with the student and the parents," I said, a tear falling my cheek. "It's a god damn shame."
Edward pushed his empty plate away. He looked down at his scrubs. His nose scrunched and he plucked at his top. Edward growled and he pulled the scrub top off his body. He removed his ID tag and tossed it onto the counter. "I really need to shower. I feel just nasty. I need to burn my clothes."
"Now, I understand why you hate wearing a suit," I said. I picked up his shirt with two of my fingers and threw it in the garbage. "I would hate to do that to Armani."
"I'm a Gucci man," Edward said, arching a brow over his glasses.
"Sorry, Dr. Gucci," I said with a sardonic grin. "Go shower, dirty boy."
"I may need help with my back. Join me?" Edward asked with a pout.
"Um…"
"What happened to the sex goddess from my office?" Edward asked as he turned my stool around and standing between my legs. He traced his nose along my jaw and licked the sensitive skin behind my ear.
"She's on vacation," I answered in a breathy tone. "I don't know where that came from."
"Me neither, but I fucking loved it," Edward growled as he bit down on my ear. "Knowing that you were going to be here when I got home was the only thing that kept me from losing my cool in the trauma room. Imagining your lips around my cock, swallowing everything that I gave you helped me maintain my composure."
I whimpered and my hands danced up his spine. He shivered and suckled on my neck. "Shower with me, my beautiful Bella," he whispered in my ear, licking the shell. "Please, baby. I need you to help me forget. Forget what I saw today."
I can't. He'll think I'm fugly. I'm a lard ass. He won't want me after he sees me without clothes. He'll see the cellulite and the flabby boobs.
Edward pulled away and his eyes were filled with desire. They were nearly black and his lips were swollen. He pouted his bottom lip and gave me the puppy dog look. It was pitiful. Saddest thing I ever saw. Also the most adorable thing. Edward can convince you to donate your left eyeball with that look. I drew my lip into my teeth, furrowing my brow. I felt my body be pulled closer to Edward's. His muscled chest contracting under my touch. He angled my legs and he picked me up from the stool. "Please?"
I latched onto his neck, not wanting to be dropped. "I can walk myself, Edward."
"I want to hold you, beautiful," he said held me tighter against his bare chest. I could see his muscles in his shoulders strain and it was hot. "Please, baby?"
I am a sex goddess. I can do this. Edward will not freak. I hope. I nodded and Edward grinned crookedly. He moved us through the house and up the stairs. I was amazed that he was able to carry my fat ass up the stairs without dropping me. He put me down in the bathroom in his room. He turned on the lights and lit a few candles. Once the candles were lit, the lights went back out. The bathroom was bathed in the warm light of the candles. I relaxed as Edward turned on the shower. "Bella? It works to take off your clothes to shower. Unless you want to shower in your jeans," Edward teased.
I looked at Edward and he was already naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He handed me a large fluffy towel and I held it to my chest. I blushed from head to toe. "Help me?" I asked quietly. "Please?" I pulled out my own puppy dog look and Edward walked to me.
Edward looked at me and his gaze was loving. "I won't hurt you, Bella. I promise."
"I know. I'm just afraid you won't like what you see," I said honestly. "I mean, you're perfect."
"Bella, you've seen my scars. I'm not perfect," he said as he pressed my hands to his belly and his back. "You also probably noticed a scar on my hip, too."
"I was looking elsewhere, Edward," I chided. "Like the supercock I just sucked off."
"Holy hell, women," Edward barked. "I do not have a supercock."
"Uh, yes, you do," I giggled. "Compared to what I've seen, you are fucking huge."
Edward ducked his head and I saw his ears redden. "Edward, you're going to be the first man to see me naked in nearly eight years besides my ex-husband. Even when I was with him, I never was comfortable."
Edward looked at me and took the towel I was holding, dropping it on the floor by the shower. He gently pushed off my cardigan. He reached for the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head. His breath hitched as he looked at me in lacy bra and jeans. He reached for the button of my jeans and he released it. He slowly lowered my zipper and he knelt on the floor in front of me. His eyes never breaking my gaze. He eased my jeans over my hips. My body was getting hotter and I felt embarrassed. I stepped out of the jeans and Edward tossed them by the sink. His penetrating gaze left my eyes. He looked at my body and he stood up. "Bella, do you know what I see?" I shook my head and dropped my eyes to the floor. Edward captured my chin and forced me to look into his emerald eyes. "I see an incredibly beautiful woman. With a woman's curves. And fucking exquisite taste in lingerie. I'm so fucking lucky to have you. And that you're mine."
I tried to pull my face away from his intense stare. "Bella. You are gorgeous. I will spend the rest of my days telling you so," he said fervently. I searched his eyes. I gently cupped his face and held his gaze. I took a deep breath and released his face, reaching behind me. I unclasped my bra and let the offending garment fall to the ground. I reached my hips and shimmy my boy shorts off my body. Before I lose my nerve, I walked past Edward and into the large shower. Edward stares at me in disbelief and drops his towel, joining me in the glass encased room. I reached up and picked up Edward's body gel. I put some in my hands and pressed them to his chest, massaging his muscles. I wash his torso, shoulders, arms and back. I save the part that I want to wash for last: his cock. I gently grasp his cock and pump him a few times. He growls and stills my hand. "Bella," he said with a look in his eyes. "Please, baby. I'm hanging on by a thread here."
"Do you want me?" I asked. And the sex goddess is back.
"Very much," he breathed. "But, I want all of you. No barriers."
"Hmmm," I said with a smirk. "Do you have that number for me?"
"In my phone, baby," he purred.
"Good. Now, kneel down. I want to wash your hair, Dr. McFuckme," I said as I pushed him under the steamy spray. Edward leaned his head back and wet his hair. He knelt down in front of me and I rubbed my hands through his wet hair that was darkened by the water. I gently massaged his scalp, running my fingers through his silken strands of hair. I leaned his head back and rinsed out the shampoo.
Edward leaned forward and he kissed my belly. His kisses move up my body and he grasped one of my nipples with his teeth and his tongue is swirling around the taut, hardened peak. I fist my fingers in his hair and pull his head back, forcefully. I bent down and captured his lips with mine. He growled and his arms wrapped around my body. Edward quickly stood up and spun us in the shower. I am now getting drenched by the water. Edward's hands are dancing along my body. I can feel it react to his finger, his hands, his warmth, his arousal. Very prominent arousal poking me in the stomach. Edward grabbed some shampoo and his fingers are knotted in my hair, massaging my own scalp. His mouth is moving with mine, tongues dancing erotically. Sensually, Edward rinses my hair with deft and expert fingers. He reached behind me and the water abruptly stopped. He pulled away and gave me his signature crooked smirk.
Edward reached outside the shower and handed me a towel. I wrapped it around my body. Edward did the same with his towel, attaching it around his waist. He pulled my arms and he wrapped my arms around his waist. His mouth crashed against mine and I moaned. Edward is walking backwards out of the shower and once we are clear of the shower. He bent down and slung me over his shoulder. "Edward!" I squealed.
Edward chuckled and he smacked my ass. Ooooh, two can play this game. I reached for his towel and removed it from his body. I smacked his bare behind with my hands. He shook his ass and flopped me on the bed. Edward pinned me with his body and his lips are attached to my neck. "You are so amazing, Bella Swan," he breathed against my skin. "I love you so much, beautiful girl." His lips moved further down my body. His teeth nibbled along my collarbones. His hand moved up the towel and I could feel it become looser. "My turn to make you come, my love," he cooed. "As I said in my office, turnabout's fair play."
I whimper and clamp my eyes shut. No man has gone down on me. Okay, one did. The guy I dated in college, Mark. He was down there for like a minute before he stopped.
"Bella?"
"Hmmmm?" I answer.
"What's wrong, love?" Edward asked as he stroked my cheekbones.
"Nothing," I squeak out.
"Bella."
"Fuck," I grumbled, hiding my face.
"Not yet, beautiful. What's wrong? You can tell me," Edward coaxed, pulling my hands away from my face.
"Um, no guy has been down on me," I blew out in one breath as I covered my face again.
"What? Are you serious?" Edward asked. "Oh, baby. Get ready."
"Edward," I said, holding his face above mine. "You don't have to. I understand if you don't."
"Bella, I want. No. I need to taste you," he growled lightly. "Please, love?"
"Edward," I whisper.
"Trust me, Bella," Edward said as he loosened the towel, pushing it away from my body. His lips met my skin and his fingers moved to my breasts. They gently cup my mounds and pinch my sensitive nipples. I moan and I could feel my body become aroused as he expertly played my body. My legs are moving, craving friction. Any kind of friction. Edward moved his lips to my breasts and he pulled one of my nipples into his teeth, biting down lightly. My back arched and I mewl in response. I feel Edward smile against my skin and his lips move down my body. He swirled his tongue around my navel and his hand moved to my leg. He gently rubbed my leg, spreading it. "Scoot back, baby." I move back further on the bed and lay back on the pillows. Edward settled between my legs and he looked up with me his crooked smirk. "Do you trust me, Bella?"
"Yes, Edward," I breathe.
"Good," he smiled. He spread my legs and he nibbled along my hipbones. His fingers lightly trace circles along my legs and I moan wantonly at his ministrations. His tongue followed the same path as his teeth and he was moving further south. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and I hear him inhale deeply. "Fuck, baby. You smell amazing," he cooed. Edward leaned in and he looked at me. His eyes captured mine. I was trembling in anticipation and in fear. "Trust me, Bella. I love you."
"I love you, too," I said, barely above a whisper. Edward moved closer to my sex and he pressed a chaste kiss to my body, just above where I wanted him to put his mouth on me. My hips bucked and Edward took that as a go. With a flat tongue, he ran it up and down my dripping slit. "Oh, God!"
Edward hummed against my skin and he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. "So sweet, my Bella. So good," he murmured. With utmost tenderness, he licked my clit. I was moaning and moving on the bed. I never could imagine it could feel like this. Edward slipped in one of his fingers into my entrance and he focused his attention to my clit. He drew it between his lips and nibbled lightly. With each lick, suck and nibble, I was getting closer. Dangerously close. I wanted nothing more than to explode around his cock, but that was not possible. Not yet. However, this is far more intimate that making love.
Edward added another finger and he was moving his fingers in my body, curling them in the most delightful way. My hips respond to his movements and I move my hands to his hair. It is still damp from our shower and I feel better knowing that I was clean while he was doing this. "Edward," I moaned. "Shit."
He chuckled against my skin and bit down more forcefully on my clit. I squeak and my back arches again. Edward added a third finger and he was pumping furiously in my body. My muscles were clenching his fingers and I knew I was getting closer. I wanted to come. So badly. Then, out of nowhere, I clamp down on Edward's fingers and I let out a scream as I rode out my orgasm. Edward's lips stayed attached to my clit and his hand still pumped in my body as returned to earth. I shuddered a few times and Edward removed his fingers from my body. He put them in his mouth and groaned. He crawled up and laid down on his side. "So?" he asked as he traced lazy circles on my stomach.
"Bella's not here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep," I said as I covered myself with the towel.
"That good, huh?" Edward said smugly.
"Like I never imagined," I sighed. I rolled on my side and kissed his lips. They were still covered the remnants of my orgasm and it was so erotic to taste myself on his lips. "Hmmmm, you taste better."
"We'll have to agree to disagree, beautiful," he said as he deepened our kiss. "You are the nectar of the gods. So fucking delicious."
"Can you do me a favor, Edward?" I asked.
"Anything, beautiful," he smiled.
"I'd like the moon. Can you get me the moon?" I teased, echoing the words that Rose said earlier.
"Let me work on that," Edward winked. "Really, what do you want?"
"Can you grab my bag from the foot of the stairs? I don't trust myself. My legs are like jelly," I blushed.
"A good orgasm will do that to you," Edward said confidently. He hopped up and strode, in all his naked glory, to the dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts. He slipped them on and dashed out of the bedroom. I sat up on the bed and waited for Edward to return. He came back a few moments later with my bag and a plate.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's my weakness. Whenever I have a rough day, I need to have chocolate cake," Edward said as he put my bag on the bed. "I swear, I gained like fifty pounds after Tanya's death. I lived on this shit."
I arched a brow and poked around in my bag. I pulled out my pajamas and the panties that Rose tossed in there. I stood up and put the panties and shorts on under the towel. I then slipped the shirt over my shoulders. I walked to the bathroom and gathered my clothes. I folded my jeans and tank top, placing them on my bag. "Edward, you are in wicked shape. I can't imagine you fifty pounds heavier," I said.
"I was a hot mess. I'm in wicked shape now. Running and working out helps that, you know," he said as he shoveled a forkful of cake into his mouth. "Hmmmm, so good."
"Better than me?" I teased.
"Uh, no. You're better than any piece of chocolate cake," Edward purred seductively. "Perhaps that'll be my new weakness. Your delectable pussy."
"You know, for a doctor, you have a potty mouth," I said.
"Damn right," Edward said with a mouthful of cake. "Want some?" He circled the fork with a piece of cake on it. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. My cake never came. Edward was pulling the fork out of his mouth.
"Hey!" I said as I smacked his chest. "Ass. I want some."
"What's the magic word, Ms. Swan?" Edward asked.
"Now," I retorted as I swiped the plate from him. I grabbed the fork and put a small piece of cake between my lips. "This is good. Where did you get it?"
"This bakery in downtown Sherryville. Come on, Bella. Give me my cake," he pouted.
"What's the magic word, Dr. Masen?"
"Now," he snorted. I rolled my eyes and handed back his plate. Edward effectively shovels the rest of the cake into his mouth and he puts the plate on the nightstand. "Is this new, too?"
"Yep. Rose took me shopping," I blushed. "I got a lingerie makeover. I hope you approve."
"I loved what I've seen so far," Edward replied. "Though, I'd rather see you naked."
"Perv," I giggled.
"But I'm your perv," Edward said as he leaned back on the pillows. "Was tonight okay? Really?"
"It was better than okay, Edward," I said. "Thank you for making me feel special."
"You are incredibly special. And kind. And beautiful. And loving. And…"
"Okay, enough," I snorted.
"Well, tonight, before the accident, you made me feel incredibly special. It was such an unexpected surprise to see you at the hospital. Delivering cookies. They were delicious, by the way," Edward smiled.
"You can thank Rose. She made them. She just told me to bring them to you," I shrugged.
"Rose is fucking brilliant," Edward said as he kissed my lips. They tasted like me, chocolate cake and something that inherently Edward. "Oh, here's a name of ob/gyn." Edward reached into the pocket of his shorts and handed me a card. "She's the best. I've taken the liberty of making you an appointment on Monday afternoon at four. Is that okay?"
"That's fine," I smiled. "Thank you, Edward."
"You're welcome, beautiful girl," he smiled. Edward yawned and he shook his head. "So fucking sleepy."
"Then go to sleep, silly," I said, poking him in the sides.
"Sounds good to me," he said. He got up and pulled down the comforter. I settled between the sheets and Edward blew out the candles in the bathroom. He shut off the lights as he was walking back and crawled into his large, insanely comfortable bed. "Good night, my beautiful Bella. I love you."
"I love you, too," I said as I curled up against his chest. He kissed my head and we fell into a deep sleep, entangled in each other's embrace.
A/N: Bella Swan…is finding her groove. Definitely. Leave me love. More love = faster updates; faster updates = more lemons. ;-)