You all know by now that Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and her characters.

I'm just using them for good fun. Btw, sorry for taking so long to update, RL life is still keeping me pretty busy, but I'm certain another chapter of OBTN will be posted pretty soon.

Enjoy, and of course, if you want, leave a review. :)

Warning: lemon alert.

Chapter 7

I woke up by the sound of loud music. After getting up, brushing my teeth, hair and everything else that is important, I slowly walk down the stairs, following the loud sound of crazily upbeat song, coming from the kitchen. Esme is there, in the same position as yesterday, dancing happily, while staying busy with making breakfast. She didn't see me come in, so I just sat there, watching her with amusement on my face. She was ridiculously happy, just as she was yesterday, yet today was a bit different. The atmosphere, just like her mood seemed different. More cheerful, (as if that was possible, for some reason), yet, I couldn't pinpoint why.

Oh please! Like you didn't recognize the sounds of moans from the room down the hall all through the night.

Touché.

For a few moments, or maybe even minutes, I just sat there, observing Esme, and let me tell you, that woman could really, really move.

Finally, she turned around, surprise in her eyes.

"Holy shit! You scared me."

I grinned, even chuckled at hearing her curse for the very first time. My filthy mouth must have had some effect on her.

"Sorry." Still grinning.

"How long have you…"

"Been here? Not long. Seems like someone's having a good day," I spoke, lifting an eyebrow.

She blushed before turning away, deciding on an answer, while turning the sound down on the radio. "Yeah, you could say that."

As I was filling the plate with delicious food, Daddy D came in with a sunny smile-which was a first- hugging Esme around her waist and honest to god, just in some cheesy fucking movies dipped her lower back and kissed her soundly on the lips. I didn't know if in that moment I wanted to be happy for them or just vomit.

Just for a moment, for half of a second, I wondered about Assward's opinion, what he would think about all of this, but you know what they say; speak of a devil and the motherfucker will appear.

"Oh for the love of God, can't you at least warn a person before witnessing something as fucking gross as this?" Assward complained, groaning loudly before sitting down, trying in vain to fill his plate with food without a permanent disgust on his face.

I smirked internally at his little speech before saying, "Well, at least you haven't caught them fucking…."

The groan was there again. "Why are you trying to ruin my morning!?" he asked, his voice annoyed, slightly whining. "I'm just trying to forget that this whole morning never happened, and you're not making it any easier."

"Assward, stop whining around like a little bitch and…"

"Alright, children, stop fighting and eat your damn breakfast," Carlisle spoke softly but firmly.

"This is my house, and I'll do whatever I damn please in it, and if I want to kiss my wife whenever I feel like it, I certainly darn will, with or without your snarky comments. Now, settle down. We are all mature human beings here, " Carlisle pronounced the word 'mature' with a glare, first at Assward, then me, "so let's start acting like it, okay?"

No answer.

"Okay?" He asked again.

"Bella?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Edward?"

"Whatever."

"Okay. Good, now, let's eat."

"You don't have to go yet?" Esme asked, sounding a little surprised.

For the second time today, Carlisle actually smiled, kissing Esme before sitting down, taking some eggs and putting them on his plate. Esme sat right next to him, and he took her hand in his, kissing her on the knuckles before answering, "Nope, I have time. "

Esme smiled joyfully, kissing him on the cheek.

Oh, God, too much sweetness is going around this table. I think I'm gonna be sick again.

A groan was suddenly heard from Assward's lips.

"I can't…I just can't watch this shi-stuff. I'll, just…yeah," he said before taking his plate in to the living room, and few seconds later, I joined him.

"No offense folks, but I'll just…what he said."

"Go," Daddy D said, not even bothered to look up, his focus centered entirely on his own plate.

"Hey," I spoke awkwardly for some reason.

Assward turned around to look at me. I expected him to say something, but he didn't, his focus back on the TV, while moving a bit, making some room for me to sit.

We watched some bored as shit stuff, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"What the fuck is this shit?"

He shrugged. "Beats the shit out of me."

"So why are we watching this?"

"I lost the remote control, and can't find it."

"You mean, you're too lazy to find it."

I was waiting for a comeback, but once again, he said nothing.

"So, were you having trouble sleeping last night?"

He frowned. "No, why?"

"Oh, I guess you didn't hear it then."

"Hear what?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me."

"I don't think it's wise."

"Shit, don't do that. Don't fucking ask me questions only to…just tell me."

"I had an argument with your father yesterday."

He nodded. "I heard."

"Well, have your parents always been so… loud?"

He frowned disgustingly. "What?"

I grinned. "I'm just asking a simple question. I mean, they were pretty loud last night, so I'm just curious. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they are patching up their marriage, but men, they were so fucking loud last night. Wait, no, actually, I only heard your father… well, not what he was actually saying, but there were some dirty words involved, I'm sure." With an amused smile, I tried to continue, but was quickly cut off.

"Stop! Just…fucking stop. Jesus, you just love making my life miserable, don't you!?

"Why are you fucking jelling at me for?! I'm just…"

"Here's an advice for you, Bella, if it bothers you, don't fucking listen!"

And with that, he storms away, leaving me annoyed and fucking confused.

EPOV

Fuck, I was hard. So fucking hard. She's on her hands and knees, begging for my cock, but as much as I want my cock inside her hot, wet pussy, feeling her tightening around me- I'm not giving it to her, not yet anyway. I like the sound of her begging, her voice extremely needy, every sound coming out of her mouth breathy, and sexy as hell. With every teasing touch I give her, she gets more and more wet, and I love that. Love how much she is affected by me.

"Give it to me. I want it, right now. Now, Edward."

"You want it baby? You want my cock?" I ask as I tease her pussy with my dick, circling her clit teasingly.

"Yes. Fuck, I told you how much I want it. Now, fuck me already."

I remove her hair from her shoulder, so I could kiss her slightly sweaty skin. She turns around with a small sexy smile, and I finally see her face. It's Bella.

I'm surprised that she's here again, intruding in on my fantasies. I'm not entirely sure what to do at the moment, but that doesn't seem to worry her.

"Come on pretty boy, don't quit on me now."

I'm still not sure what to think. Fucking a complete stranger is one thing, but Bella, again? Annoying, smug, always-have-something-to-say, confident, funny, smart, sexy girl who is right now looking at me with such a smirk, I just wish I could get it off her cute face. And so without thinking, I push her to lie on her back, and kiss the shit out of her pretty lips. She groans as I push my tongue into her mouth, and I'm ready as hell to finally feel her around me, but I'm not fast enough, because this time, she's the one who pushes me on my back and confidently, with a grin, takes me inside of her, and holy shit, it feels fucking amazing. She knows how to move, where to touch, but so do I. I massage her breasts, and tease her nipples, taking them in my mouth, tasting a slight ting of salt and something sweet. I have no idea what the fuck it is, but I love it. I love the taste of her skin, and once I've tasted it, I can't stop, and by the look on her smirking face, she knows it too. She moves and sways her hips, enjoyment and endless dominance visible on her pretty face. I'm usually the one who is constantly in charge, but, for once, I let her control everything. Control me. With a few more thrusts, she's close, I can feel it, but so am I. Every sway of her hips is more enjoyable, and harder. Faster. Two more thrusts and she's done, calling my name, tightening around my dick so hard, I start coming too, milking me for all I'm worth.

I wake up, sweaty as shit, and hard as a fucking rock. I go right inside the shower, and think about the fuck hot—or should I say fuck hard, because that's exactly what we've been doing—dream I've had. The thing that disturbed me was not just that it was Bella who I was dreaming about—again—but just how realistic it seemed to be this time. Just how much I enjoyed fucking her.

I try to relieve myself- thinking about everything but the one thing I'm dying to-yet, nothing is working. As my arm starts to burn really fucking badly, I slowly, begrudgingly, give up on pretending, and my stupid fucking brain almost instantly starts to rewind the events of my dream. I thought about the taste of her skin, how it felt to have her tits in my hands, her sexy voice while she was begging me to fuck her, how tight she felt when she took me inside her for the first time, and in seconds, I came like a fucking premature ejaculator.

As I was dressing, I tried not to think too much about it, but as the day would have it, my morning was not going particularly well. First, I saw my parents going at it like…well…teenagers, all cheesy and shit, which I guess, did bother me, but not as much as I thought. They thought I didn't notice, but it was obvious mom wasn't too happy, and dad, well, he was more at the hospital than at home, so to actually see him at home- acting around mom like a whipped guy, all girly, smooching and shit-staying enough to at least have breakfast was interesting to experience. Then, there was Bella. Seeing her today in a good spirit, joking around was entertaining, even though I did try to convince myself over and over that I wasn't actually enjoying this.

And how is that going so far?

I rolled my eyes at my inner voice.

And just when I thought that the dream I had this morning was long forgotten, Bella started talking about the sex noises she heard, and from a man, nonetheless. After that confession, I couldn't really concentrate on anything else she said, but to acknowledge them as only dream fantasies, and nothing less - a secret only I knew- apparently was no longer true. I just got so furious and fucking embarrassed by the fact that she actually knew that now, that I started to yell at her for no reason, and like a fucking idiot that I was, furiously stormed out.