Chapter 31: Again

B POV

The term after-glow took a whole new meaning for me in the minutes after what Edward and I had finally accomplished. We had shared something beautiful and perfect. He was right about the pain part. Edward was, well, large and he was aware of that fact. He had tried to go slow, but I could tell it was killing him and frankly it was killing me too. The slow thing was sweet, but it just dragged out the inevitable more than necessary.

After the pain had lessened and it was mostly just uncomfortable I was fine. Edward when making love was, sweet and sexy and made me love him even more. He was so attentive and even though I knew it was going to be impossible for me to have a release during the act he made sure that I did before.

"Nice touch with the CD," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose along the outside of my ear. "What gave you such a great idea?"

"Oh I don't know," I shrug lightly. "Could it have been that I absolutely love the CD you gave me and thought I should repay the favor?"

"Well it is definitely perfect." He kisses my temple and begins humming along to the Norah Jones song.

"It's like we have some big long soundtrack for our love." I tease.

"Huh, yeah. Never thought about it like that. It just kind of adds to what we have. Now everytime I hear songs on the radio or playing in an elevator I can think of you."

"I couldn't agree more." I say as I stretch my neck to kiss him more. "Umm, babe."

"Yeah?"

"I need to go, err, clean up."

"Oh okay," He releases me.

"I'll only be a few."

"Okay. Is there anything you need?"

"I can get it," I say as I roll off the bed. Edward stands as well and walks into the bathroom as I go to the bag I brought. I grab the oversized shirt and Tylenol I packed and snatch my underwear off the floor. I walk to the bathroom and meet Edward in the doorway.

"All yours." He kisses me as I walk past him and gives my butt a light tap, a habit he picked up from playing sports I'm sure. I click the light on and groan a little.

"You okay?" He calls from the other room.

"Fine," I call back. "My hairs a mess though."

"It's a beautiful mess." He reassures me and I blush.

I grab a hand towel and wet it. I run it under my eyes to get the mascara that ran and smudged. Then I turn around and run the water in the bathtub. I sit on the edge, of the tub and use my hand to cup water in between my thighs. There's a small amount of blood, but not much. It's still sore but that's to be expected. I turn the water off and dry myself, then dress and pop a couple Tylenol.

I turn the light off and walk back out. Edward is back in his boxers, has turned down the sheets and is lighting a couple more tea lights. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his chest and squeeze myself to him. He sets the candle down and turns around to hug me in return.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"No," I argue but am betrayed by a yawn.

"I think you are. Climb in." He pushes me towards the bed and I crawl in pulling him with me.

We slip our feet into the cool and soft sheets and he pulls the covers up and over us. I wait for him to get comfortable and then I mold myself to him, my head resting on his chest, arm bent and resting on his stomach and my leg draped over his. His right arm cocoons around me and rubs small circles in my back as I trace my palm across his stomach. I rub my toes back and forth across his foot letting out another yawn even though sleep feels far off laying like this.

"Bella," he whispers. "Tell me something."

"Anything." I yawn again as Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade starts playing in the background.

"What changed your mind?"

"About tonight?" I ask a little taken aback.

"No, about giving us a shot, you know after the weekend of the concert."

"Oh, Jeremy."

"Huh? How did he change your mind?"

"He kind of inspired me." I shrug. "Firstly he told me about how you had his back when the gay stuff started being said about him. Then he told me about how when he had moved to Spokane he changed things for himself. He didn't let the hurt and bullshit that happened in Forks affect how he lived his life in Spokane."

"Remind me to thank him." He stills then and I listen to the sound of his heart.

"Why this song?" He asks from the quickly dimming light.

"It reminds me of when you first told me you wanted to be more than friends with me, the day of the room makeover." I admit and proceed to sing the following lines.

Slow down girl, you're not going anywhere.
Just wait around and see, maybe I'm much more.
You never know what lies ahead.
I promise I can be anyone, I can be anything.

Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed.
I can be anyone, anything.
I promise I can be what you need, I can be what you need.

Tell me tell me what makes you think that you are invincible.
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure.
Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable, impossible.

He's silent as the next song, Hero by Enrique Iglesias, cues up. His hand stills and he pushes up a little.

"Thank you," He whispers. "For allowing me in, for letting me prove to you that I was different, for giving us a second chance when we fucked it up, for giving us this night to remember."

I cut him off with a kiss and pull back.

"Edward," I whisper. "Thank you for being you, for accepting and loving me when I couldn't love myself, for standing up for me, for us, for making me feel like more than just a size. You mean more to me than you'll ever know. With your love and support I'm finally looking past my physical self. I feel more beautiful, more cherished and stronger with every day that I'm with you."

"My beautiful Bella." He responds as he lays one more soft kiss on my lips. "You are truly transforming into a swan before me. I've seen it all along, but you are finally believing it as well now and that is what makes all the difference."

I smile in response and he slides off me and to the side. I turn my back to his and he nestles into me. He drapes his arm over mine, pushes his other arm under his pillow and kisses the back of my head as I do the same.

"I've never been 'spooned' before." I tease to lighten the mood.

"Well then consider me your first spoon." He whispers in my ear. His voice sends a shiver up my spine and I giggle.

The song You Picked Me by A Fine Frenzy soothes me into sleep and soon Edward is lightly snoring in my ear. It's sweet and only helps me to fall asleep that much quicker. I dream of soft music and intimate touches and black dresses and dim candles through the night.

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I am awoken by a sliver of light and crane my neck to see that the light dampening curtain is open a tiny bit, allowing the sheers to let in the sunlight. I check the clock, 6:20 AM. I lift Edward's arm and squeeze out from under him, my bladder screaming at me to relieve some pressure.

I sit down and let myself relax, a smile splaying over my face as I remember the events of last night. As I wipe I notice that the tenderness and soreness from last night has diminished greatly and my inner diva smiles seductively, time to give Edward a wakeup call.

I tiptoe over to my side of the bed and quietly climb back in. He lets out a small snore as I lift his arm but other than that he sleeps soundly. I inspect his face, his mouth is open a bit, his hair is a brilliant mess and he looks so peaceful. I almost don't want to wake him, almost.

I reach my pinky finger out and stroke his nose. No response. I do it again, his nose scrunches. One more time, he moves his hand to swat whatever it is away. I do it the last time and he opens his eyes. A lazy crooked smile lights his face and he pushes his head into the pillow.

"Wha time izit?" He groans into the pillow.

"Just after 6," I whisper. Another groan. I giggle and run my fingers through his hair. In one quick movement he throws the covers over us, springs above me and is tickling my sides and neck.

"Wake me up early will you? Maybe this will teach you." He gleefully teases.

"Okay...okay...OKAY!" I screech and giggle as he pauses his attack. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He teases me more with another around of tickles. I laugh and kick him and try to fight him off playfully. "I'm...SORRY...I woke...you!" I say between rounds of laughter.

"Good," He nods once as he stops his assault, "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby." I chirp.

"Mmm, me too." He purrs as he pushes the covers back down past our shoulders and wraps me into him again. I curl up and smell his Edward scent on his bare chest as I entwine my legs in his.

"How are you feeling?" He asks a little more groggily now.

"Amazing," I say stretching a little for emphasis.

"Good," He nods and kisses my forehead with his eyes closed.

"Umm, Edward." I whisper. Here's where I lose some confidence in myself.

"Huh?" He grunts.

"I was wondering if we could do something."

"Whaddya want ta do?" He slurs a little.

"Umm..." Is all I manage to get out. He opens one eye and angles his head so he can see my face.

"Yes?" He answers a little more crisply.

"Well, you asked how I felt." I reiterate. "And I meant everything feels amazing."

"Okaaay," he answers mildly confused. Screw it, I'm not doing a good job at this asking thing I might as well just show him what I mean.

I reach up to kiss him and let my hand travel down his stomach to his boxers. I feel him, already partly at attention, knowing that this is just a normal symptom for guys in the morning.

He groans and kisses me back more forcefully. My touch becomes more bold and I dive into the inside of the material. I feel along his shaft and take him in my grip, feeling him elongate as I give one long squeeze from base to tip. He gasps and pulls his head back.

"Bella are you sure?" He whispers.

"Yeah," I nod. "I want to go again."

"Oh thank God." He moves his lips back to mine and licks a line from the bottom of my lower lip to the peak of the bow of my upper lip. I open my mouth to him and he slowly dips his tongue into mine. I'm glad I had rinsed my mouth with some water before coming back out of the bathroom. He tastes amazing though and I moan a little.

I remember my hand is still on him and pump a couple more times. He groans and pulls his head away from mine, arching his back a little. I can feel the wetness in my panties beginning to spread.

I move my hand to the tip and feel the small amount of precum on him, I spread it with my palm and then slide it back down his length.

"Ugh...Bel-laaah." He manages to say. "That feels...ohh."

"Mmm," I hum in response.

In less than a second I'm on my back, he's above me panting.

"My turn," He whispers dangerously. He tickles a trail down my side, over my thigh to my knee and hitches it around his hip. He reaches between the two of us, sliding two fingers into my heat.

"You do want to go again," He exhales.

"I told you-ooooh," I say as he gently pushes his fingers into my entrance. It's a tiny bit tender but nothing compared to last night.

"Is that okay?" He asks.

"Yeah," I nod and lick my lips. "Feels good."

He works his long dexterous fingers in and out of me slowly, letting me stretch a little and get used to the slight invasion. I dig my nails into his back and urge him to continue. Before long I'm moaning and begging him to keep going, harder, faster. He acquiesces and the slow burn intensifies.

"Come for me Bella," He whispers. Those words make me fly apart at the seams and I'm thrusting my hips into him and gripping him closer to me and throwing my head back. He pulls his fingers out of me and pushes his hands up my body, uncovering my torso.

"I want to see you love." I nod and wiggle so that he can free me of my t-shirt. He pulls it above my head effectively fanning my hair out across the pillow. "God, I can never get enough of seeing your body." He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck down to my chest. When he gets there he ravishes each breast like a starving man to a feast.

He leaves hot, wet open mouthed kisses to each of my girls and flicks the small and perked nipples with his tongue. I moan and arch and feel the wetness between my thighs thicken even more. Within an instant our last remnants of clothing have disappeared and I'm begging him.

"Edward, please. I need you." He nods and reaches over to the nightstand again. He pushes the latex condom on and then guides himself to the very give of my entrance. I lick my lips and stare into his eyes.

"Like last night," He says. "Tell me if it hurts okay?"

"Uh-huh." I nod emphatically and bite my lip.

He slowly pushes himself into me and lets out a long drawn out groan as he does. My mouth opens in an 'o' as I wait for myself to fully envelope him. My body stretches to fit him and there is more discomfort, but again, exponentially less than last night. I've never been more thrilled that my body heals fast than I am right now.

"Is it okay?" He sweetly voices his concern.

"God...yes...Edward! Keep going!" I urge him on. He kisses me and picks up a slow rhythm. Within a few more thrusts my body has completely adjusted and his rhythm isn't enough.

"Edward," I breathily moan, "Go faster please."

"Oh thank fuck," He breathes as he speeds up automatically. His curse sends another round of electricity through my body and I pull my legs up further allowing him to go deeper.

"OH shit," He grunts. "Bella, that's amazing."

"Don't stop Edward." I beg.

He continues as I climb higher and higher feeling the edge of my release beginning again. How the hell? I didn't think that was possible.

"Ed...Edw-aah...I'm close."

"I'm closer," He gasps and continues, picking up a little more speed.

"So...close," I grind from between my teeth. He reaches his hand between us and rubs small circles into the bundle of nerves. I cry out and arch my back as lights explode in my vision.

"That's it baby, Oh God, I'm coming." He cries out. He thrusts once, then twice and the third time he collapses over me panting and spent. I wrap my arms around him feeling the sweat on his back.

We stay like that for a minute or so more and then he pulls out of me. He reaches down and removes the condom, throwing it into the wastebasket next to the bed. He rolls onto his back next to me and lets out a sigh.

"That was..." He starts.

"Yeah," I sigh. "How did..." I trail off.

"What?" He looks at me lazily.

"I didn't know I could..." I blush deeply.

"You didn't think you could orgasm twice in one round?"

"No," I shake my head wide eyed. He chuckles and reaches out to take my hand in his pulling them up to his mouth and leaving a chaste kiss on the back of my hand.

He releases my hand, puts both of his hands behind his head and stretches as a proud smirk forms on his lips. I turn and nestle up to his side, resting my head against his bicep and tracing my hand along his ribcage. I feel like the luckiest and most beautiful girl alive in this moment.