A/N: There is something I'd like to clear up:

A lot of readers seem to be under the impression that Rose and Emmett have never met. If you guys go back a few chapters, you'll see that not only have they met many times, but also they actually dated for a while. (See Ch. 12). As a matter of fact, Emmett even asks Edward how Rose is doing once or twice throughout the story. So, yeah…

Betad by Michelle Renker Rhodes

Most characters belong to S. Meyer

Ch. 34 – Mirrored Walls

EPOV

Mel and Rachel are sitting in front of the TV, engrossed by the screen. I take a look from the kitchen, where Angie the nutcase and I are cleaning up, and see that they're watching the end of It's A Wonderful Life.

Yeah, Mel has always loved that movie. She, Jasper and Alice used to watch it on replay over the holidays. With a tired sigh, I take a look around Bella's loft; things seem to be winding down after some pretty festive and surprisingly sober rowdiness. Now Bella and her parents are off in a corner saying goodbye, whispering and shit – and I don't even want to know what that's about.

Seth and Rachel have taken to climbing all over Emmett instead of me.

So Sue walks over to me while Mr. S remains with Bella. She gives me that kind of smile, that 'I pity your ass when my daughter finds out about today's cluster fuck' kind of thing.

"Edward," she says softly, extending her hands to me, and I take 'em because I don't want to be rude to Bella's only sane parent, "thank you so much for tonight."

"Don't thank me; this was all Bella."

She shakes her head. "No, it wasn't. This would've never happened if you weren't in Izzy's life now." At first I think it's an accusation…but no, not the way she just said it. Then she leans in and whispers in my ear. "And I told you my hardheaded husband would finally accept that." She pulls away with a wink.

"Charlie and I will be back in the morning. I guess there are…things you and Charlie need to discuss with Izzy?" It's stated as a question, but oh yeah, she knows the deal.

"Don't worry," she says quietly, patting my cheek, "I won't let her kill either of you. She may be a bit upset at first, but she'll see that Eli deserved to have the shit scared out of him – at the very least."

I draw in a deep breath. "'Night, Sue."

She chuckles. "Good night, Edward."

I look over at Charlie. He nods my way in a solemn farewell, looking about as fucked as I feel.

OOOOOOOOOO

It's late, and Rose's useless piece of shit husband hasn't even bothered to call her all night to see if she and the kids are alive. For all he knows, she could be lying in a ditch somewhere. Asshole.

So I'm getting on my coat to escort her home, just to make sure she makes it back to Queens okay. I know how stupid people can get on holidays, drinking and driving…and after what happened to Jasper and Alice…and knowing what I was once capable of…

But she's arguing with me – as usual, insisting she doesn't need to be chaperoned home while she bundles little Leah into her Eskimo suit.

"What sense does it make for you to follow me home in your truck just to drive right back here? I'll just text you when we get home, so you'll know we're okay."

I ignore her and pick up Seth off the couch, adjusting his knocked out head over my shoulder.

"Tell me something, Wonder Woman. How're you gonna carry two sleeping kids in and out of the minivan?"

She'll manage, she says. Bella offers to let her stay for the night, but Rose politely declines thank God because I don't know about all that. And while I'm heading towards the door with Rose still bitching behind me, Emmett says,

"Ed Man, I'll follow Rose home." He glances at Rose and then walks over and takes Seth from me.

"Emmett, you're five minutes from here. Rose is all the way in-"

"Queens, yeah, I know. No problem."

"Emmett, you don't have to…" Rose trails off.

But Emmett repeats that it's no problem, and she finally relents, so I hand them over and remind her to text me when she gets home.

OOOOOOOOOO

Turns out, we do have an overnight guest – Angie. She takes the bed with Mel, which means Bella sleeps with me on the pullout, so I'm not complaining by a long shot. We're exhausted though, from the long day and evening, so we take showers and literally crash onto the pullout. I pull her against me, and she's half asleep in her tiny pajamas when I fold my hands against her smooth stomach; she feels warm and sexy, and I could make slow, sweet love to her right now – but she's breathing softly, her chest rising and falling in a measured rhythm while I softly kiss her neck, and a few minutes later, I guess I'm asleep too.

OOOOOOOOOO

Fingers glide through my hair in the morning light, like a soft, warm breeze. When I open my eyes, Bella is gazing down at me.

"I love watching you sleep. It's...fascinating to me."

I keep my eyes on her and then grab her arm and pull her down.

"Edward!" She squeals, and it's only then I note the mug in her other hand. "You're going to make me spill the coffee!"

So I take the mug away from her and carefully place it on the side table.

"Come here," I say, my voice still rough with sleep, and I wrap myself around her warm, sensual body, pressing my morning hard-on against her warm center and groaning while I find her mouth.

She moans and responds instantly, her minty tongue mingling with mine while both her hands get lost in my hair, and I press my palms to that the perfect ass under those shorts.

I suck on her sweet lips hungrily, trailing my hands up against her ribs in silent need. God, I need her. After the long day yesterday, I need to spend a few hours with her, just her and nothing and on one else.

"When Mel leaves tonight-"

"Mel and Angie left a little while ago," she smiles all too innocently. "Ang took her Black Friday shopping."

I draw in a few uneven breaths, and my morning wood salutes in anticipation.

"Oh yeah?" I grin.

"Yeah…"

Eagerly, my fingers tickle down in the opposite direction now, curling around the hem of her tiny, little sleep shorts. My knuckles slip and slide against her bare thigh, reveling in her smooth skin as I lower both shorts and panties…

Bella presses her palm to my bare chest and lifts herself up out of my reach while one hand repositions her shorts and panties back into place.

I lift myself up on one elbow. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Get back over here."

She chuckles. "Sue and Dad called a few minutes ago. They'll be here in ten minutes."

I throw my head back against the pillow and breathe out heavily through my nostrils. Damn that Mr. S – and even that wonderful lady I was beginning to respect so highly.

Bella falls over me, laughing quietly. "What's wrong, Mr. Cullen? Are you…frustrated?" Her fingers tickle down my cheek, over my jaw, down my neck, across my chest and further down…

"Ahh," I grin when she wraps her hand around me. "That's so good…"

"God, I need you inside me," she breathes while I thrust against her hand and she pumps me fast. "But I'll make it up to you. I promise."

I swallow thickly. "I hope you still mean that after your father's done this morning."

Her hand stops mid-pump. She frowns. "What's that supposed to-"

But then the doorbell rings, and Bella lets go of my dick and stands up swiftly. We both let our eyes fall to the painfully swollen object between my legs.

"Sorry, Baby."

"Let me go get rid of this while you let'em in."

I'm not sure what's so funny, but I hear her chuckling behind me.

OOOOOOOOOO

When I emerge from a quick, two-minute, freezing cold shower, Mr. S, Sue and Bella are all seated around the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee before each of them. Bella smiles and signals me to take a seat next to her, where a mug of black coffee awaits me. I glance over at her legs and see she's thrown on a pair of sweatpants.

"So what's up?" she asks, looking at all of us from over the rim of her mug. "Am I finally going to be let in on what happened yesterday?"

Charlie visibly swallows large gulps of his coffee. He looks at her but doesn't say anything, and I kind of…well sort of feel sorry for the man because he looks about ready to shit himself.

"Dad?"

Silence.

"Charlie?" Sue prompts.

I clear my throat, figuring I better step in here before the guy goes into convulsions.

"Bella…" All eyes turn to me, and shit, I should've left him to it. I slide my hand over the counter, wrapping it around Bella's free hand, and explain the additions to the project that Eli and his partners have requested, the longer hours it's going to take.

"That's bullshit," she frowns. "Why are they adding that now? You guys are almost done."

"I know," I agree. "I was…a bit heated over it too."

And here I glance over at Charlie again. He's staring down at his coffee mug.

I rub the back of my neck with my free hand. "He was being a real…dick," I hesitate, "and your dad was trying to calm me down, and…"

She watches me, waiting.

"And…your dad…I…told…"

Her eyes narrow. "You…you what…you…told him what?" she whispers, a note of hurt already in her breaths.

"No," I shake my head, holding her gaze, my hand tightening around hers. "No, Bella."

"He didn't say anything, Bells."

Apparently, Mr. S has found his voice.

"I finally got my head out of my ass and realized what you've been trying to tell me all along is all."

She stares at him, her beautiful face wary. "So…what happened?"

"I…may have started a fight with Eli," Mr. S says.

"What?" Bella cries, jumping off of her stool. "You started a fight with Eli?"

"Yes, me," Charlie frowns. "I can kick ass too - you know, when it's called for," he scowls.

Bella lifts a brow and crosses her arms. I try to pull her against me, but she stands stoic, refusing to budge.

"So what exactly happened?" she asks anxiously.

"Well…Edward here kind of tried to stop it."

"Edward tried to stop it?" she asks, an obvious note of shock in her voice as if she can't believe I'm not the one who initiated the trouble.

"He tried," Charlie stresses, "but then…Eli said some things, and…Edward kind of…got pissed off…" He cringes, and I press my lips together, feeling her angry gaze on me now.

Fuck.

"Did you fight with Eli?" she murmurs.

"No. Emmett wouldn't let me get to him."

"Emmett was there too?"

By this point, Bella appears pretty agitated. Once again, I try to pull her against me, but she holds off stiffly, burying both her hands into the top of her head and gripping hard.

"What the hell did you all go there for, a meeting or a bar room brawl?"

"Like I said, no one ended up in jail," I remind her.

"Is that supposed to make this okay?" she hisses. "So what then, my business was just being aired aloud in a construction site for all to hear?"

Her eyes fill with tears, and this is when I realize what she's thinking, what she's afraid of. Pissed off or not, I wrap my hands around that beautiful face, holding her tightly despite the way she tries to back away.

"No, Baby," I reassure her. "I would never let that happen. There was no one there except for us and Eli…I would never do that, Bella. You hear me?"

She searches my eyes, her bottom lip trembling. After a few seconds, she nods, reaching out and cupping my jaw.

"Bella, I'm not going to ask you what happened between you and…Eli," Charlie interrupts. "He hurt you; that's all I need to know. What I want to know, Bells, is why you never came to me. Why didn't you tell me then, when it was all happening?"

Bella drops her hands to her side and looks at her father. "You wouldn't have wanted to hear it, Dad."

"That's not fair, Bella," Charlie responds. "You can't say that. You shouldn't have assumed-"

"Ever since I was a little girl, you've always kept me in this…ivory tower," Bella whispers, leaning in close to her father. "Even in your mind, I was this…precious object that couldn't be touched, and you kept the key close to you, so close that only a certain few had access."

"I tried to keep you safe."

"I know that, Dad. I know you did." She reaches over the counter and takes his hand now. "But for a long time, I resented it. And then when I could, I…rebelled against it. So how could I tell you that we'd both given access to the wrong person? You wouldn't have wanted to hear it, and I didn't want to admit that one of my first grown-up decisions had been so…" she drops her head, "…wrong."

"I'm sorry. I was just…I was trying to keep you safe, and in the process, I allowed someone inside that…hurt you. This is all my fault," Charlie says miserably, his eyes firmly on his lap as if he's too ashamed to look up.

For what feels like forever, Bella simply stares at him. I squeeze her thigh comfortingly under the counter. When she gets up once more, she walks around the counter to her dad and wraps her arms around his shoulders. He sighs unevenly before quickly turning around and holding her against him.

"This isn't your fault, Dad. That's another reason I didn't want to tell you. I wasn't a little girl, and I wasn't forced to do anything. It's just…something that happened, and it's in the past, and as I've told Edward, I don't want this to affect him…or either of you. It's done."

I keep my mouth shut because though I may not completely agree, I know she's trying to make a point.

Thankfully, it's that mind-reading mom of hers that speaks up.

"But Eli is still involved in your life, Izzy, and you have to understand why that's something that would upset me, your dad and Edward."

Bella looks at Sue. "There's nothing I can do about that right now."

"But we can," Sue responds carefully.

Bella frowns.

"Your father and I have discussed it, Izzy," Sue continues. "Once your father and I are gone, it all goes to you anyway. We'd just be giving you some of it sooner."

It takes her a couple of seconds to catch on to what they're offering. When she does, she shakes her head, backing away from her parents as if they've just offered her dirty, drug money.

"Bella, if your parents can help you out of this now, I'd work day and night…day and night to eventually-"
She cuts me off, and turns her gaze to me as if I've just offered to rob a bank for her.

"To eventually what? You guys…" she murmurs, shaking her head; her eyes shift to her parents again before returning to me. "You can't fight my fights for me," she says in this small, choked voice. "I got myself into this mess," she whispers. "Edward, a couple of days ago you implied that I'm always trying to solve all your problems, yet it's supposed to be okay for you and for them to-"

"Izzie, Sweetie, hold on," Sue interjects firmly, holding out a palm to halt Bella mid-tirade. "Now, I don't know what conversation occurred between you and Edward, but as you and I have discussed on more than one occasion, a family's job is to help one another, and that certainly goes for couples too. There's a difference between fighting one's own battles, and accepting help when help is needed. Sometimes we forget this and allow our pride to get in the way."

For one quick moment, Bella looks contrite. She lowers her gaze, but then with a deep breath, she holds her chin high.

"I don't think it's my pride getting in the way here, Sue."

Sue smiles at her tenderly, but there's a fire in that smile.

"Isabella, please consider this from every angle. Consider how this affects not just you, or even your father and me, but all your loved ones. Having Eli still involved in your life has the potential to affect many lives. Don't dismiss our wish to help right off the bat because of guilt or yes, pride. In the end, whether you accept our help or not is entirely up to you, and no one will hold it against you one way or the other." Her eyes shift meaningfully to her husband and to me before returning to Bella. "It's your studio. Your decision. But consider it carefully..."

"Do I have to give an answer right now?"

"Of course not, Sweetie."

With a deep breath, Bella nods.

OOOOOOOOOO

Sue and Charlie leave a few minutes later. All Bella can do is promise to think about it, and I've got to respect that. If I had the money though, there'd be no discussion. I'm sorry, but there wouldn't. And knowing she's so stubborn and I'm so broke…doesn't sit well.

She locks the door behind them, and turns around leaning against the closed door.

"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions," she says.

"I would never betray you like that."

"I know. I do know," she insists.

With a sigh, I walk over to her, resting my palms on either side of her.

"Why didn't you tell him about Felix and the fact that Eli is probably involved in that mess too?" I don't want to be upset at her, but she's got to help me understand her thinking here because I'm at a loss.

"Edward," she sighs, "you heard Ben. Whatever is going on with my career is Felix's doing. Whether Eli knows or not, he doesn't have the clout to keep me from landing a part. What good would it do to tell my dad? You heard him too; he's done with Eli. So what's he going to do about Felix? Regardless of whatever help he or anyone else may want to give me," she says pointedly, "the only one that can fix my career is me, and the only way to do that is to finally land a part."

I press my lips tightly together, keeping the curses in because they'll do no good. Fighting will do no good.

"What about Ben, heard anything from him?"

She shakes her head. "At this point, they've probably picked someone else…but it's okay," she says bravely. "There's another part I was thinking of trying out for. It's a…smaller production, but the good thing about that is that it probably won't even register on any of Felix's radars."

"Which means it's way below your talent level. Damn it, Bella, tell me how that's fair or right?" I smack the wall with my palm.

Bella's hands reach up and tug on my arms, guiding them around her hips. She slides her arms around my neck and offers me a smile.

"Edward, I've never been afraid of a struggle. If I've got to start at the beginning again, then I'll start at the beginning again, and this time I'll do it right. Besides," she draws in a deep breath, "I'm just…relieved right now. It's…freeing, in a way."

I attempt a smile, try to satisfy myself with this the way she's trying to do, but all this shit…

She sees right through my shitty attempt anyway.

"You want me to take my Dad's money and buy out Eli."

"Yeah, I do," I confirm unapologetically. "But…" I sigh, "like your Mom said, it's up to you."

"If it were the other way around, you wouldn't take the money."

"I probably wouldn't. But again, like your mother said, that's because I am a stubborn, prideful, jackass."

"She never called me a jackass."

I stare at her.

"Are you calling me a jackass, Edward?"

I chuckle. "No, Baby. I'm calling myself a jackass."

She grins softly and shaking her head, she rests it over my chest.

"So what you're saying is if I don't want to be a stubborn, prideful, jackass like you…"

Despite it all, she makes me laugh.

Always, in every situation, she soothes my soul.

OOOOOOOOOO

Angie drops Mel off a few minutes later. The three of us have a quiet afternoon, and then Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner – though there's a lot less leftover than Bella had originally anticipated. Then we drive Mel back to our place to wait for the Brandon's limo.

It's the first time Bella has seen our apartment. She looks around and lies and says she likes it – when in reality it's pretty shitty compared to her place. But I have made my own improvements to the place, and Bella admires these openly. Then she helps Mel and me pick up a bit before we've got to be downstairs at seven-thirty sharp for Mel's pick up.

So while Mel picks up her room and gets her stuff together for the weekend, Bella washes some dishes we probably should've washed before leaving a couple of days ago, and I tie up the garbage bag because I forgot to throw it out before we left for Bella's, and the damn thing smells to high heaven. Then I take it out to the hallway to deposit it down the garbage chute at the end of the hall.

As I'm passing the door next to mine, it opens wide.

"Hey, Edward," Heidi calls out while I open the garbage chute. "Haven't seen you around much lately."

I roll my eyes, and when I turn around, she's taken a few steps towards me. She's wearing this low-cut top I'm trying desperately to avoid by keeping my eyes on the wall behind her, but fuck, even out of my periphery, I can see 'em popping out.

"Been busy," I say, clapping the garbage grime off my hands and feeling extremely dirty all of a sudden. "Excuse me." I try to side-step her, but she takes a step closer and blocks me in a corner, and if I keep moving, I'll bump right into her tits.

So I stay put.

"I've been missing you, Eddie. You used to come visit me…" she says in this shitty, low voice, "and we'd have oh so much fun…" She giggles and then runs one long, red-manicured fingernail down my chest.

I grab her finger before it can trail any lower. "Damn it, Heidi. Do me a favor: get your hands off of me and get out of my way."

She giggles again, moving in closer still, so I grab her arms, getting ready to pick her up and get her the fuck out of my way, when I hear a door open and shut.

"What the hell is this?" Bella spits, glaring at the lovely sight we must make.

Fuck me. "Bella," I breathe.

She looks from me to Heidi and back, her dark eyes flaming.

Heidi turns around quickly, but she's still blocking my way, and I'm not going to lie, I can't even move one. single. inch.

"Ah, the dance teacher. Yup, I called it," Heidi jeers in a ridiculing sort of way. "No wonder you haven't been visiting me, Edward. So you're the babysitter now, huh? He sure knows how to pick the convenient ones, doesn't he? Next door neighbor, dance teacher. But it's alright," she snickers. "I don't mind sharing."

Oh…fucking, fuck fuck.

"Bella…" I don't even know what else to say.

Bella looks at me again, then back to Heidi, nostrils flaring. Her chest heaves wildly.

"Bitch, you better move the hell away from him before I rip out every last one of those fake fucking nails of yours and stick'em up your fake ass."

"Well, excuse the fuck out of me!" Heidi huffs.

"I will excuse you once you move the fuck away from my man, or I will rip that fucking weave right out you're fucking scalp." She takes a step forward, pushing her sleeves up her arms.

"Alright, alright! I'm moving! Jeez!" Heidi yells before scurrying away and back into her apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Bella glares at her door, her loud breaths audible in the quiet hallway.

Meanwhile, I haven't budged.

Finally, she brings her eyes to me again.

"So when you said she was a neighbor," she huffs, "you meant actual next door apartment neighbor."

"Bella…"

She stares at me for a few more seconds, and then with a roll of her eyes, she walks to the apartment and stalks back in.

OOOOOOOOOO

At seven-thirty on the dot, the Brandon's limo rounds the corner. The three of us are already downstairs waiting, and both Bella and I give Mel a hug and a kiss, and with a forlorn look because she does not enjoy going to her grandparents at friggin' all, Mel climbs into the waiting limo, after which the driver quickly drives off.

And speaking of forlorn, Bella is still pissed off.

"Look she cornered me," I say.

We're in the truck, driving back to the studio because before I got cornered and somehow in trouble for being cornered, she and I had made plans to work on the studio for a few hours.

"Mhm," she says, her arms crossed against her chest while her leg bounces frenziedly up and down. She keeps her gaze front and center.

"I was just throwing out the garbage," I chuckle nervously.

"Mhm."

I rake a hand through my hair in frustration.

"Pero mira que jodienda que right next door," I hear her mumbling to herself.

Ah shit. Not sure what all that means, but it doesn't sound good.

I expel a long gust of air through narrowed lips.

OOOOOOOOOO

Somehow I've ended up in the doghouse, and there goes that lovemaking tonight.

These are basically my thoughts while I work away inside the studio.

After a while though, I'm pretty engrossed in what I'm doing, and I manage to sort of forget about the unfair way the night seems to be ending for me. Meanwhile, Bella is in her favorite room, the one with all the mirrors, the one where I first saw her through the TV in the waiting area, dancing her way into my heart.

I think of the first time I saw her, the round-about way we finally got to where we are, how badly I want to rid her life of those pricks, the bid Emmett and I are working on, and Mel and her upcoming birthday, and Bella's dance career…

When I turn off the drill, I hear the music in the background, the music coming from the room she's in, so I wander over and the music hits me full blast as soon as I open the door. It's one of those jazzy tunes she practices to.

She's in her black leotard, leaping from one end of the room to the other while I stand there…transfixed because this is how I first fell in love with her. For a few minutes, while she leaps and spins, I'm back to watching her on that screen.

And she's in her own world. There's a passion in her expression; she's in a world of her own making. Her eyes absolutely glow. Her entire body radiates. She sees nothing else. She hears nothing other than the music, which seems to seep into her very bones.

She's in a realm where she can't be touched.

And for a couple of minutes, I come close to understanding what she meant earlier.

She's beauty and life and perfection personified, and my knees weaken just watching her.

I'm not sure how long we're there, her moving while I gaze in awe, but the music has slowed down, and she's reaching out for me, her hand extended, waiting. And of course I go to her. I'll always go to her. It will always be her.

Doesn't she know this? Could she really doubt it?

My hand wraps around hers, and she sways in my arms, moving in that way of hers; that way that comes more than natural to her, her eyes intense and dark. She makes me sway, and I'm moving with her. The music has changed, morphed into a soulful blend of voices and guitars, and she sways with me, her right foot pointed, leg straight while she drags our entwined hands up her thigh, eyes still on mine. She spins quickly in my arms and when she faces me again, she lifts her leg onto my shoulder, throwing her head back, her leg slowly sliding down my chest…my stomach…my thighs, and then she plants it back on the floor.

I'm mesmerized.

She splays her palms against my chest and pushes me against the mirrors, crashing her mouth to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest while I cradle her face and feel her tongue dancing with mine. Every move she makes is an art form. She was born to move in every way.

She reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, and I feel the heat of her mouth on my chest, wet kisses, light nips and I throw back my head against the cool mirror, watching her reflection in the glass behind her. I'm mesmerized by the way her dark hair cascades down her back, by the perfect curve of her body. I'm breathing shakily when she pulls away, and I watch as she hypnotically eases off her leotard from one shoulder and then the other. She unclasps her bra, eyes on mine, and lets it fall to the floor, exposing perfect, pink breasts that make my mouth water, and then she pushes the leotard the rest of the way down, standing bare before me. Her body is glorious and all mine. The mirrors give me every view, front and back, her hourglass figure and round backside, and she's…she's that woman that rode naked on that horse; perfect.

She moves in and captures my mouth again, her hands working the buttons on my fly while her mouth works against my jaw. She lets my pants fall to the floor, pushing down my boxers like she knows exactly what she wants, and she's so damned sexy I'm about to explode.

Once more, she backs away, her eyes raking up and down my body.

"You're mine," she says.

"I am yours, Bella," I tell her honestly. She swallows thickly, nodding up and down.

I grab her and flip us around then, and she's the one against the mirror now. She gasps, but there's excitement in her eyes, and when I lift her up, she wraps her dancer's legs around my hips. Her heat calls to me. I slide my tip up and down her eager opening.

"And you're mine," I growl.

She nods vehemently.

"And so wet," I murmur, almost undone by the slickness that coats my head.

"Yeah," she grins. "I was watching you work…you inspire me."

I push in the tip, and we both expel heavy, uneven breaths, and I swallow hers up, mouths open and waiting.

"You want me?" I ask roughly.

"Always," she pants. "Always."

I heave her up one more time and slide all the way in, and fuck. Fuck.

We both groan loudly, no reason to keep quiet tonight. She's feral and eager. Each time I slide in, she moans, her head thrashing from side to side, tightening those strong thighs around me until I'm ready to explode, but not yet. Not yet.

"Mine," she pants.

"Yours," I answer, thrusting my hips against her.

Her eyes are wide open, moving from me to the mirror behind me, and I realize what she's doing.

"We look so good," she pants. "Ohhh…so, so good."

"Yeah?"

I flip us around, carrying her in the air now so that I can get a view of this, and fuck. Her perfect ass undulates sensually while I move her along my length.

"Oh, Baby," I groan, my heart ready to beat out of my chest while my stomach muscles tighten and my groin throbs. "Yeah. Yeah."

She holds on tight to my forearms, gripping muscles, digging her nails in while I bury myself inside her all-consuming heat. She's so easy to carry like this, my arms support her while she moves around me, and the walls could come down around us now and I wouldn't notice, I wouldn't care. I look down at where we're joined, pushing her in and pulling back, steady, rhythmically, hissing between my teeth at the raw sensations.

"That's right, Baby, look at us," I breathe because here, in this room, we can see everything. "Look at us from every angle. Never like this. Never..."

"Me neither, Edward. Ohhh. Me neither," she mouths, throwing her head back against the mirrors again.

"You're my Baby. You know that, right?" My hips move back and forth, my bare ass slamming against the mirror while my pelvic bones slam against her.

"Yes, Edward. I know! I do!"

"You've got nothing to be jealous of."

She shakes her head, and I give her a good, deep thrust, bury myself balls deep, and feel her come undone. Her walls clench tightly around me, squeezing me hard, and I pick up the pace while she digs her nails into my back and screams my name.

And I explode inside her, sinking down to the floor, my back to the mirrored walls, and my Bella in every mirror, surrounding me.

We catch our breaths slowly. I run my hands through her hair, holding her warm body against me while she plays with the short hairs at the nape of my neck.

"I'm sorry about before," she murmurs. "I've never been so…jealous…or possessive. I never knew I had that in me…but when she said share…"

I kiss her temple softly before meeting her gaze.

"That's not us, Bella. Never."

She nods. "I know that. And I do trust you completely. With my whole heart, Edward. With my entire life. Forever. Always."

I breathe in unsteadily, fitting her head under my chin and kissing the top of her hair.

And we hold each other, and for those precious few moments, we forget about decisions that have to be made, about my sister's tears, overtime hours coming up, and unresolved auditions.

With her heart.

With her life.

Forever.

So where do we go from here?

A/N: Thoughts?

Translation: Pero mira que jodienda, que right next door – Look at that shit, right next door.

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