A/N: I don't own this. We all know who does. What I do own is one more can of Vanilla Pepsi that I've hidden in my fridge. I'm saving it to drink after I finish this story. That should be good incentive for me to get the last chapter/epi done, right? We can hope. :)
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The little reception we had wasn't anything fancy. Just dinner at Forks Lodge – which my dad loved – with stuffed deer and elk heads watching us as we ate steak and baked potatoes. Edward's father was a lot more friendly and chipper after having a few shots at the bar. "Too late now," is all he said when Edward asked him if he was really okay with us being married. And as the evening set in and he had even more drinks in him he started mumbling to Esme about grand-children and how he couldn't wait to have a baby around again. All that talk got me thinking about the night ahead, and I started to get a little worried. I was still horny as all get out, but I was nervous, too.
Once Rosalie and Emmett headed back to her house to finish getting her all packed up for our move on Tuesday, other people started leaving and before I knew it all that was left was me, Edward, and our parents. Jasper and Mary Jane had taken off just after finishing dinner, all excited about some Civil War reenactment that was happening a couple towns over. The crazy things bored history nerds do for fun.
"You okay?" Edward whispered as he brushed a stand of hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.
"Yeah, just nervous."
"What are you nervous for, Little Beauty? It's just me."
I smiled up at him. "I know, but I want to make sure it's good. I mean, it's an important night." My fingers lazily traced over the loop through the piercing in his brow.
"Bella, I've been waiting for four years. I'm pretty sure as long as I get inside of you, it's gonna be perfect."
His voice was soft, but I could hear both a growl and a laugh in his tone and it made me happy. Maybe I was just psyching myself out. Maybe I just needed to be alone with him and all the awkwardness would fade away. Maybe I just needed to get him naked so I could remember what I really wanted. Yeah, that was probably it. Naked Edward... That's what I wanted.
"Let's go," I said, pulling on his hand and causing him to laugh.
Before we could go anywhere we had to make sure our parents had rides home. My dad was a happy drunk, and he was feeling way too good to be driving anywhere. I felt a little bad about the singing he was doing as we helped him into the cab, but Edward tipped the driver extra. As they pulled away I heard my mom mention Mary Kay's newest hair treatment products and how she'd get the driver some samples once they reached the house. I just hoped they didn't annoy Benjamin too much, especially since he was one of only two cabbies in Forks. It wasn't his fault he was 24 and his hair line was already receding. Tia, the other driver, got the better end of the deal by driving Edward's parents to their hotel. As long as she faced forward and kept her eyes on the road, she would most likely miss Carlisle's roving hands. Esme's skirt had continued to rise higher and higher throughout the night, and her blush grew a deeper and deeper red. But she never shooed him away. Not even when Edward caught them making out in the hallway that led to the restrooms.
"Well, that's almost enough to turn me off of sex forever," he'd said as he escorted his two giggly parents back to our table. "Almost."
We waved as the cabs pulled away, both of us frozen in place even after the cars were out of sight. "You ready?" I softly asked, reaching down to take Edward's hand in mine.
"Yeah, I'm ready, Mrs. Cullen."
The sound of my name rolling off his tongue made me tingle in places that had been dormant since our one and only night together. It was only since Edward came back that I realized just what a sad and pitiful substitution Mike had been. What the fuck was I thinking, letting him touch me? At least we never had sex. I was still singing "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!" for that one.
I thought making out with Edward the night before had gotten me worked up, but I was wrong. Hearing him say my name and seeing the fire in his eyes nearly had me aching. "Let's go. Now," I said, pulling him across the parking lot and to my truck. I didn't even care about the shaving cream on the windows, or the blown-up condoms on the antennae. The tin cans and old shoes tied to the back would be dealt with the next day. All I cared about in that moment was getting my husband to our hotel room and being alone with him. Besides, we only had to drive from the restaurant parking lot to the hotel parking lot, which as pretty much just around the building. But I couldn't take my eyes off Edward during the whole 30 second ride. I also couldn't get much closer to him since I'd plastered myself to his side as he drove us toward our room. It had been so long, and he was so gorgeous. I was one lucky bitch, that's for sure.
The room was nice, though I hardly noticed it since my mouth was attached to Edward's as we stumbled our way through the door. I wasn't even sure if he'd managed to get our bags in or if they were still sitting on the hallway floor where he'd dropped them when I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I was anxious. And he was hot. You can't blame me.
"Bed," he said, his hands under my ass while he held me up and tried desperately to cop a feel.
"Wait," I said, breathless and needy. "I have to change. I brought something special. And see through."
"Yeah?" he asked with a smile before dipping his head down and pushing the strap of my dress to the side with his nose as he tried to get my top down.
"Yeah. Where's my bag?" I might have been saying I wanted to stop, but my body sure as shit wasn't acting like it. My hands were tangled in his hair, pushing his lips against my chest. My right hand still hurt like a motherfucker from when I'd hit Mike earlier, but I did my best to ignore the pain. I really hoped it wouldn't hinder our night of marital relations. And that once endorphins started to kick in, I'd hardly even remember it. I pushed my hips against his as he sucked on my my skin and I could feel how hard he was, so I tightened my legs around him.
"Seriously? Just wear it later. Sex … now … naked," he mumbled while his teeth were pulling my dress down and my boob was coming out. "Oh, fuck. Tits."
"Stop," I huffed. "It has to be perfect, okay? And I got this outfit that I'm gonna wear and you're gonna rip it off me, got it?" I said as I dropped my legs and stood on my own. I was sure he could tell how shaky my knees were, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and let his finger rub around my nipple that was sticking out of the top of my dress.
"You're already perfect. I don't need you to dress up when all I really want to do is undress you."
He was so sweet, and the hunger in his eyes was so strong, and I almost gave in. Then I noticed the life-size portrait of Mary Kay Ash on the wall next to us. "What the fuck?" I gasped as I stood eye to eye with a 2-D version of the woman I'd come to loath. I mean, I'm sure she was perfectly nice, and the pink hair color her company created really did look great in my hair. But after all the years of my mother idolizing her, I just couldn't stand her anymore.
"Well, it is the Mary Kay Suite," Edward said, pointing to the plague on the wall.
"Cover her face or something. I can't have her watching us have sex. That's just weird," I said, pulling my top back up over my naked boob.
"Don't cover it! I just got to see it again!" Edward said as he shook his head and tried to grab for the shoulder straps on my dress.
I pushed his hands away. "Put something over her eyes while I go change. And hurry – she's freakin' me out!"
I grabbed my pink backpack that sat on the floor and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door and hoping to high heaven that woman wasn't still looking at me when I opened the door.
"You know it's just a picture. It's not real," Edward said, his voice cranky and clearly upset by the fact that I wasn't already naked underneath him on the bed. "Ugh, at least Avon doesn't have some crazy lady running the company. Do you think these little candles on the shelf under the picture are an altar or something? Do people here worship her?"
"Practically," I mumbled.
Pulling the white, lacy nightie out of my bag, along with the matching thong, I looked at them. They were so pretty. And Edward was going to see me in them as his wife. I was his wife! Holy fuck, I was his WIFE! My breath started coming a lot faster and before I knew it I felt like I was having an attack of some sort. I could hear Edward talking to himself in the other room and I tried to focus on what he was saying while I willed myself to calm down.
"I mean, Avon was founded by a man. David McConnell. I don't think my mom has a picture of him anywhere in her house," he said. He probably didn't think I was listening, but I was. Oh shit, what am I doing? I'm married? What?
"What the hell am I supposed to cover this with? It's not like I brought tape or anything. I don't even have duct tape. Though that might be fun to get for another time." So apparently he was into bondage. Okay. Shit. That was not helping to slow down my breathing.
"Bella, there's another picture of her on the wall over the bed! Her and some dog. Damn, what am I supposed to do with these?" he half yelled to me.
I needed to get myself under control. This was my Edward. MY Edward. I wanted him. And he wanted me. And I needed to get myself dressed and out there so we could consummate our marriage like a normal bride and groom.
Once I had the nightie and undies on I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't horrible looking, by any means. I fluffed my hair a bit and took a deep breath. It was now or never. And it was not going to be never. No way, jose. Edward was too hot and I'd waited too long for this to never happen. We were gonna do it. That's it. When I opened the door Edward had his back to me as he pressed what I assumed was a tissue over Mary Kay's eyes. It only covered her eyes and nose, but it would have to do. The poor woman looked like she was blindfolded, which reminded me of that duct tape comment Edward made. I kinda couldn't wait to find out if my guy was into kinky stuff. I'd let him tie me up. Maybe play a little Justin Timberlake music in the background. Edward could definitely rock my body and bring sexy back.
"I found some gum in my bag and grabbed a couple of Kleenex's from the box. I had to fold them in half 'cause I could still see her eyes when it was just one layer, so I …" he said as I stood in the doorway waiting for him to see me. When he turned around his words stopped and his mouth hung open. It was quiet for several seconds and we both just stood staring at each other. He was only wearing his dress pants, his shirt laying on the floor, and I couldn't help but look at his tattoos and piercings, then back to the pants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips.
After almost a full minute of him just standing there, I knew I had to say something. "Is this okay?"
He nodded, his mouth still hanging open.
"Um, I could change if you don't like it. I just …"
"No, it's … Bella … wow."
The emotions on his face were all over the place and for just a minute I thought he might start to cry.
"You like it?" I asked, starting to feel really uncertain about myself. Maybe it was too much. Maybe he'd gone into shock or something. I mean, he'd been waiting four years for me. Maybe seeing me ready for him like this was just too much.
"I like it. A lot. Wow."
I giggled. "You said that already."
"Yeah. Wow." Finally he moved, taking a step toward me as his fingers stretched and wiggled. "Can I … I mean, can I touch you?"
"Of course."
He stopped only inches away from me, then raised his hand to touch the fabric of my gown. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "And you're mine."
A smile spread across my face. "All yours."
"I can have you now?" His teeth bit into his bottom lip as his hands skimmed around my waist.
"You better."
He laughed, causing me to jump just a little. "I'm the luckiest fucker in the world!" he almost yelled, then pulled my body against his.
"You're not fucking me, yet," I said with a smirk.
He grabbed me around the waist, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. He tossed me onto it, and as I lay on the mattress watching him undo his pants, something from the head of the bed caught my eye. "Are you kidding me? Mary Kay AND Gigi?" Now I understood what Edward was talking about when he said there was a picture of her and a dog. And my sweet man had put tissues over both their eyes, just for me.
"I didn't want the dog to see anything that might corrupt it," Edward said as he crawled across the bed to hover over me.
"We wouldn't want that to happen." I giggled as his body pressed down onto mine.
"I love you, my Bella. Or Mary Bella, or Not-Quite-a-Mary Bella, or whatever the hell you want me to call you. As long as your last name's Cullen, I don't care about the rest. I'll call you anything you want, Little Beauty."
He kissed me, hard and long. It was everything I'd dreamed of. Everything I'd remembered from the first and only time we'd been together before. It was perfect and sweet and hot and romantic and sexy and dirty, and I wanted more.
As his lips and hands slid over my skin, my fingers grabbed at the open flaps of his pants and pushed them apart as I tried to get his waistband over his ass and down his thighs. He needed to be naked. Half-dressed Edward was hot, but naked Edward would be even better.
"Boobs," he mumbled as he untied the little strings that held my nightie together and pushed the lacy fabric away from my breasts. "Oh, you smell good," he whispered against my skin just before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I guess I had Mary Kay to thank for the fact that Edward liked how I smelled. Her perfumes were kinda wonderful.
His teeth softly bit down on my skin. Oh holy fuck, it felt good! I used my toes to grab his pants and pull them the rest of the way down his legs. Hot damn … boxer briefs. Oh, I love him!
It wasn't long until we were both naked, skin to skin, and he was pulling away to slide a condom on his cock.
"Next time I get to do it," I said as I watched him. Seeing his hands rubbing down his hard dick made me drool.
He smiled as he laid his body on top of mine. "There'll be plenty of time for that. But now, I want you." His lips pressed against mine, lightly sucking my bottom lip between his as he pushed himself forward and into me. It didn't hurt as much as I remembered it hurting the first time, but it didn't feel comfortable, either.
"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing my hair away from my face as he looked down at me. He was all the way inside and still, letting us both get used to the feelings we were having.
I nodded. "Yeah. It's different, but good."
"You feel so good, baby," he said just before he kissed me again. Slowly he began to move in and out as he kept kissing me. It was amazing. And it started to feel good. So good. As he thrust into me over and over again, he smiled. "I'm never gonna get enough of you, baby."
"Less talk, more sex," I whimpered as I clung to the sheets under me. My nightie was on the floor, luckily still in one piece. Edward said he wanted me to wear it to bed every night, so he didn't rip it. I made him promise to buy me something he could rip. Maybe something from Avon's lingerie line.
Before I knew what was happening I felt him pull back and slide his fingers to where we were connected. He started to rub me and within a few seconds I was screaming, flying. I never wanted it to stop.
"Oh, Bella," he murmured as his brow creased and he pushed into me even faster and harder than he had before. Watching him come and hearing the moans and grunts he made while doing it made the sweat that was dripping from his body onto mine worth it. We were slick and spent, and after he pulled out of me and dropped the condom in the trash can by the bed, he collapsed next to me with his hand latched securely onto my breast.
"Mine," he mumbled with a smile on his face. "All mine."
I smiled as I watched his eyes close and listened to his breathing even out. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, and I let my fingers play with his hair, brushing it back and over his ear. He was so beautiful and so amazing, and yet he wanted me. After all the years I'd spent wondering about him, here he was, mine to keep. The gold band on his finger felt cool against my skin as his grasp on my boob relaxed, and I marveled at the thought of him wearing it for the rest of his life, and always being mine.
"Night, Mary Kay," I whispered after reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp. "Sweet dreams," I said as I snuggled up next to my husband, wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing my face against his neck.
I had to admit, after everything, I did kinda like the smell of his Avon cologne. That Derek Jeter was on to something with his Driven scent. Though I'd never tell my mom that.
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A/N: Pictures in my Facebook group. If you're interested. :)