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Song – Lonely Boy by The Black Keys

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I drifted off, only getting a few hours of sleep, but waking up in the best fucking way.

With my cock in Bella's mouth.

And then her riding it.

And afterwards her dragging me into the shower with her.

I was a little dizzy and dehydrated by the time she let me get dressed, not that I was complaining.

Not. At. All.

I did realize that she wasn't giving me a chance to talk to her though. She ordered breakfast while I was getting dressed, and by the time she had slipped into a little blue sun dress our food was there, and we brought it out to the sunny balcony, throwing down two of the couch cushions outside.

I gave her a minute to take a few bites before I spoke.

"How you feeling today baby?"

"Good. Energetic." The way she smiled at me… Jesus. I shook my head. Nope, not getting distracted.

"And about the video?"

Her jaw clenched as she stilled for a moment, then stuffed a big fork-full of pancake into her mouth.

"I don't want to think of it right now," she said a little sharply, but I knew her anger wasn't meant for me. I also knew she would be angry. I didn't want to push her yet though.

"So what are you doing today? Any work?"

"No, not till that last scene tomorrow. You're going to be busy though, filming in that hotel all morning," she teased.

I groaned, it was so nice outside. I didn't want to stay inside all day.

And I didn't want Bella to be stuck there either. She seemed in a bright mood, but I would rather that she took some time to rest. Yesterday had been exhausting for her.

"You know, if you'd rather take the day off you don't have to stick with me inside today," I pointed out. "If you wanted to stay in or go out or something." She knew she couldn't go out unaccompanied, but we had security that could take her any time. I wouldn't treat her like a child and remind her though, I trusted that she was smart enough. She watched me for a long moment, her eyes slowly travelling over me, and she hummed.

"Yeah, I think I will," she said in a contemplative tone. "You should be done around three today, call me if you guys run late?"

"Definitely," I assured her, popping a strawberry in my mouth.

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I think it was weird that I could concentrate better with Bella there. Jane wasn't a problem anymore though, she seemed to be living under a constant state of paranoia. Maybe she was trying for good behaviour, and though it was nice, I'm pretty sure it was useless. Bella didn't make idle threats, and she rarely changed her mind about something. I really doubted she'd do anything while we were still filming though. The day went pretty good despite missing her company, but we needed some time apart every once in a while and we'd been practically glued by the hip for the last week.

Still, I missed her, and spent a good portion of the day daydreaming about my morning.

"Hey, Cullen?"

"What's up Newton?" I asked warily. Didn't care for him, or the way he was always ogling my fiancé. He wasn't too bad though, I just knew we'd never consider each other friends.

"Did Bella not come in with you today? I haven't been able to find her, and I needed to ask her about a move for the scene tomorrow-"

"No, she stayed back at the hotel today," I interrupted, eager to leave.

"Shit… Could I get her number or something?"

"Sorry man, but I'm not giving you my girl's number. She keeps it private for a reason."

I wasn't really taunting him, only telling him the truth. Marcus and I were the only people on set who had her phone number. He looked genuinely stressed out though, rubbing his hands over his face, and I sighed.

"Want to share a car back to the hotel? You can just come up and ask her."

"Oh, fuck, thank you," he said in relief, giving me a big smile. We walked outside to the car together, and the crowd made even him uncomfortable. "Man, this shit is crazy," he noted as he slipped into the car with me. "How do you guys deal with all this? Can you even go outside?"

"Not really," I said with a shrug. "Nothing that we can really do about it."

"Why don't you just, you know… give them what they want?"

"Because what they want is her fucking life story, and I won't let them put her through that. We don't owe them anything. Eventually they'll realize that we're not giving them any more and they'll get tired."

He nodded in understanding, and then to prevent the awkward silence that almost took over, I asked him what he needed to talk to Bella about. He went into detail about the scene they were doing tomorrow, and how he was worried that the wideness of the hallway was going to make it too difficult to get her into some air duct.

I actually enjoyed his company; he was a fairly calm, laid back guy. Just didn't like how he was around my girl.

We went up to my floor, and I smiled brightly at the Black Keys she had playing loudly in the suite. She didn't even hear us come in.

And I should have fucking called before brining Mike over.

He walked over with me to the kitchen, where the music was coming from, and we both froze when Bella looked up at us.

She was facing us, using the little island in the centre of the kitchenette, wearing her black frilly apron with the pearl neck strap.

And that looked like it was all she was wearing. It just barely covered her chest, all I could see was the sides of her breasts. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, and she was frosting a chocolate cake.

It smelled fucking awesome, but I was distracted.

She didn't even jump to cover herself when she saw our company, didn't look embarrassed at all. She just sighed, and licked a bit of chocolate icing off of her finger while she watched me.

"I didn't know you'd be bringing… company."

"I, err-"

She sighed dramatically, shooting me a teasing smirk. "Well, I guess I'll get changed then," she walked around the island, leaning up to kiss my cheek before she walked past the two of us.

I was wrong, she had been wearing something underneath. These little black silk panties with white lace trim.

Then I remembered Mike, and glared at him.

"Watch where you're putting your eyes," I warned, then told him I'd be back in a minute before dashing over to Bella, closing the bedroom door behind me. She was bent over her suitcase, and I was hard in a fucking second as I looked at her. She turned her head and straightened up when she heard me though. I stalked forward, until I was so close that she had to tilt her head back to look up at me, but I didn't touch her.

"What's this?" I asked, just nodding in her general direction. She smiled.

"I wanted to surprise you when you got back," she said sweetly.

"Surprise me?"

She hummed, moving in and sliding her hands up my chest. "I baked you a chocolate cake."

Fuck. "It smells delicious. What's the occasion?" I wrapped my arms around her, and she shivered as my fingertips trailed up her back, then back down to the little bow that was tied just above her ass.

"No occasion, I just love you," she said, still smiling sweetly, until she pulled my face down and whispered in my ear. "That, and I wanted to lick chocolate cake off of you cock." I choked on my breath in something close to a growl, and she palmed me through my pants. "And I really wanted you to fuck me on the kitchen counter."

Jesus. I yanked her apron off of her, then pulled her around and pushed her back onto the bed before climbing on top of her and kissing her breath away.

She stopped my hands just before I could yank off her panties though.

"Edward, wait, stop," she panted, laughing a little, and my face dropped to her chest with a groan before I pouted up at her.

"Why?"

"Because you made the mistake of bringing a guest over, and then you left him in the living room. Unless you wanted to give him the audio to the show…"

I tensed, as she knew I would, and I rolled off of her with a moan.

"Why is he here?" She asked, slipping on a little white and grey dress. Something that would be very easy for me to yank off of her. Still preferred the apron though.

Fucking Newton.

"Uhm…" Shit, I was drawing a blank for a moment and it took me a minute to answer. "Something about a wide hallway and an air duct? I'm not sure."

She sighed. "Man's paranoid he's going to drop me. It ridiculous, he could throw me into the damn duct if he felt like it," she mumbled irritably as she walked out of the room.

I followed, because I needed to keep an eye on him. I didn't like that he saw what he saw, or the fact that he was eyeing her like she was the chocolate cake.

That cake was all mine. Both of them.

I grabbed Bella's e-reader, browsing through to find the book I'd been reading, and dropped into one of the chairs as she went over what they were doing tomorrow morning, assuring him that it would work fine, and going over the compromises she'd discussed with Marcus if it looked off. It turns out he had had the locations mixed up, and it made much more sense to him.

I walked him out when they finished, trying to control my body's reaction when Bella smirked at me and sauntered into the bedroom.

My smile may have been a little smug as I let him out.

"You're a lucky fucking bastard," he whispered, shooting me a slightly jealous grin. My smile grew.

"You have no idea," I laughed. "Later Newton."

He left with a wave, strutting over to the elevators, and I put the sign on the door before following the music back over to the kitchen.

She was in her apron again.

Excellent.

"How was your day?" She asked with a wicked smirk, carefully transferring a slice to a plate and then slowly licked a bit of chocolate off of her finger again.

That's all it took, and my jeans became painfully uncomfortable.

"Boring," I said, my voice coming out tight. I grinned though; as horny as I was, I was getting hungry looking at that damn cake. Bella's chocolate cake was better than my mom's, which was saying something. She knew it was my favourite. I nodded to the plate. "Is that for me?"

She smiled, shaking her head no, and set the plate down next to me on the counter I was leaning back against. "No, but you can have a taste, if you want." She dragged her finger through the icing and crumbling chocolate, and held it up for me. I grinned, my hand wrapping around her wrist as I brought her hand to my mouth, and wrapped my lips around her finger.

I moaned. God, that was fucking amazing.

She extracted her hand from my grasp, and took a step back from me before giving me a slow once-over.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered.

Damn, it was hot when she got all bossy. I pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and leaned back with my hands on the counter on either side of me with a smirk as I waited to see what she'd do next.

"Pants."

I undid my belt and fly, kicking off my jeans. She smirked.

"Keep going."

I complied, and leaned back again confidently, letting her take a nice long look. The way she licked her bottom lip when her eyes swept over me should have been illegal.

And that apron was killing me.

She sort of hummed, and stepped up to me, making me shiver as she lightly dragged the tips of her nails from my throat, down my stomach, and down my thigh.

"Stay just like that," she whispered, barely audible over Lonely Boy when the album started over again.

I couldn't help closing my eyes, letting out a deep breath almost in relief as she put her hands on me. Just on my chest, moving slowly down my stomach and back up again, out over my shoulders, and then the length of her body leaned against mine as she kissed me just below my ear.

And she was right there.

And she wasn't wearing those black panties any more. She was just hot and wet and soft against me as she worked her way slowly down my neck and collar bone. Down my chest, and then I hissed when her tongue traced around my nipple, and she bit me.

I looked down at her as she leaned away, praying to god that she hadn't taken that the wrong way and was going to stop, but she was smiling up at me mischievously.

I hadn't noticed her reach for the cake, and she slid two chocolate-covered fingers from my nipple all the way down to my stomach.

I expected her to work her way down.

She didn't.

She sunk back on her heels, and I sucked in a sharp breath as she dragged her tongue up my stomach, and started licking the chocolate off of my body. She was fucking killing me, being very diligent in making sure not to touch my cock, and it was throbbing to the point of pain. Looking at her doing it was just making it worse too, so I once again missed her reaching for the cake, and just cursed when I felt her hand wrap around me.

My eyes shot open, and I saw her grinning up at me as she placed a few kisses down my stomach, and sat back on the balls of her feet and ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft. She had me panting and cursing as she moaned and licked every crumb off of me while she pumped me with one of her small hands, bracing herself with one hand on my thigh.

Yeah, it didn't take me very long. She had worked me up to the brink of torture.

She was still cleaning me up after I came, with slow, soft licks and kisses, and I was almost ready to go again, groaning as she hummed around me and let go of me. I took her hand to pull her back up, and she was grinning at me.

I have no idea what my face looked like. In shock, at least.

"That was delicious," she purred.

"Jesus Christ." She smiled brightly, took another bite of the slice of cake, then stepped to the side to wash her hands.

If she thought she was getting away after that, she was crazy. I let her wash and dry her hands though, taking a second to move her cake and spatula off of the small island, but then yanked her back into my arms by the taunting little bow above her beautiful ass. She squeaked in surprise, but I muffled the sound with my lips as I kissed her hungrily.

She tasted like the best chocolate cake I'd ever had.

I untied the bow before breaking away for half a second to pull her apron over her head.

"You need to dress like this more often," I teased, and her lips curled into a smile against mine. She shivered as my hands went down her back, all the way from her shoulders to the backs of her thighs, and gasped in surprise when I quickly lifted her up. I sat her down on the island, and kissed my way down her jaw.

Then I stopped.

Because I really, really wanted some of that chocolate cake too. I grabbed her half eaten slice, and sat it down next to her before giving her a long, slow once-over. I saw her swallow thickly, almost looking nervous and making me smile.

I stepped between her legs again, making her open up for me as I pulled her to the edge of the counter. I gently pushed her to lean back on her elbows, and the view was… Jesus. There were no words.

I was marrying this woman.

I took a bite of the cake, then traced designs down her body with chocolate frosting. Bella's face was as red as a tomato, her flush spreading all the way down to the tops of her breasts, but she was enjoying it too much to stop me. I took my time licking every crumb off of her, devouring her from her neck to her hips. She whimpered as I dragged my teeth over that spot on her hip bone that drove her crazy, and parted her with my fingers. She was so fucking wet, and I couldn't help but just skipping over to my favourite part, making her cry out and fall back against the counter when her arms gave out. I licked up every drop before sliding my fingers inside of her, making her back arch off the counter top.

She wasn't given any quick relief though, not after what she'd done to me. I brought her right up to the edge, and then slowed down, and then did it again. And again. I did it until she was begging me, nearly incoherent with her plea, and she clamped down on me as she came with a cry when I thrust into her, rubbing at her clit with my thumb. I rocked against her slowly, letting her come down a little bit before I sped up with deep, even thrusts.

"This is what you wanted, right baby? " I teased, sliding a hand up her stomach and cupping her breast. "For me to fuck you on the counter? God, you look so fucking hot on this counter."

"Mmm, no, this is good but I wanted you to bend me over it," she attempted to choke out in a calm voice. It didn't work, though her words still turned me on. I loved her voice when she was gone like this.

"Oh, that just won't do then," I said in a low voice, pulling out and pulling her up. She swayed, and I held her for a moment, giving her a hungry kiss, and squeezing her ass before I turned her around. I bent her over with a gentle hand between her shoulders, then nudged her legs apart with my knee and guided myself back inside of her with my hand. She moaned, her nails scratching along the granite, and I traced down the feathers of her wings with one hand as I fucked her.

Still an awesome view.

. . .

After a long shower, because we were both really damn sticky after dessert, we ordered room service for dinner, and had a picnic out on our balcony at sunset. It was a gorgeous view, and we just preferred to be outside if given the option.

"You know, I'm starting to feel spoiled. I could really get used to this whole room service thing," she said with a smile, spearing another baby carrot.

"You know, we could get a house keeper if you want. I love when you cook, but I don't want you to feel like you need to," I said uneasily. She laughed.

"Oh, Edward, I'm very much aware that if you wanted a little Stepford wife you wouldn't have asked me to marry you," she teased. "I cook for you because I like to. I like seeing you eat my food, and I wouldn't want someone coming into our home and fucking with my kitchen. The cleaning lady weirds me out enough as it is. I'm just saying this isn't so bad either," she said, and took another bite of her chicken. I laughed.

"So what did you do today, besides baking?" I asked with a smirk. She grinned.

"I swiped a wig from make-up the other day, and went out to the park with Zeus and a couple of the security guys, then picked up a few things from the grocery store. Used the gym downstairs for a bit, did a bit of writing too."

I nodded, and hesitated uneasily on asking the question I really wanted to ask her. She caught me watching her, and raised an eyebrow at me. "What?"

"Have you thought much about that video we watched yesterday?"

She tensed, her hand gripping tightly onto her fork before she set it down uneasily. "I guess so."

… That didn't me much to go off of.

"How do you feel about it?"

She sighed. "I don't know, angry?" I set down my fork, patiently waiting her out. Because if I didn't push her to talk about herself like this, she wouldn't. She'll just hold it in until she snaps. She huffed irritably. "Yes, I'm pissed off. I'm really, really pissed off. She had almost an entire year after it happened, before I left, that she could have said that. I don't think it's fair that she made me carry that all these years, and… fuck. I don't care if she feels bad, if she feels guilty. I don't care how horrible it sounds, but I want her to feel guilty. She should. I've had to carry her words with me for over five years, and I hated myself for them. I don't care how sorry she is, I don't forgive her."

Her eyes were watering, but she didn't shed any tears. She was tense, and she just looked extremely pissed off.

But this anger was better for her than her self-loathing.

She had every right to be angry. And despite her words… I knew that she would forgive that woman. I could see the desire to in her eyes, but it was much, much too soon.

"Do you believe her though?"

"Believe what?"

"When she told you it wasn't your fault."

Her tears did fall then, as she looked at her hands in her lap. I scooted over closer to her, wrapping an arm around her.

"It's hard," she whispered. "Five years, I've been repeating her words in my head for so long… it's almost surreal, having her take them away."

"She was right though baby, none of this was your fault."

She sniffled.

"All those other girls though..."

I rubbed my hand up and down her back, and kissed her temple. "Can I show you something?" I asked quietly, and she nodded. I got up, and then pulled her up to her feet and led her inside. I grabbed my laptop, then pulled her down with me onto the couch. I opened up the page of links I'd saved, and then set the computer in her lap.

"What are these?" She asked warily.

"I ended up Googling you after you fell asleep last night… I was curious what they'd found on you so far, and I thought you might like to see these."

I piqued her interest, and she curiously went and clicked the first link. It was the worst of the bunch, the man that had killed her father, found dead in his cell. Still, it was one less person that blamed her.

The next were statements from the other families, and she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she read through their kinds words of thanks.

And that not a single one of them blamed her.

Then she was smiling through her tears as she read the few statements that people that had known her had given. And all of the people who refused comments.

"Bella… I can understand why you would blame yourself for so much of it, considering the circumstances you were under. I really do. You have every right to be angry, it wasn't fair for those people to blame you like they did. It was wrong of them. You were young, and hurt, and they took advantage of you to make themselves feel better. It wasn't true though. The lives you've touched… these people wouldn't have said these things, or refused to say anything, if they didn't care about you. You're a good person who had to go through a lot of shit, but none of it was your fault. So many other people see it, and I'm afraid to push you too much on this, but all I want is for you to be able to see it too."

She was quiet for a long time, and though she was still facing the screen, I didn't think she was actually looking at it. She'd pulled back into her mind again, and I let her. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke.

"Thank you, for showing me this."

I gave her a small smile, and then kissed her cheek.

"You should take your sleeping pills, if you want to be up in time tomorrow," I said gently. She nodded and got up, and then ran over to the balcony, yelling at Zeus who had finished our dinners for us, making me laugh loudly.

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