then

You were anxious.

I could tell by the way you gripped my hip and sipped the expensive champagne the caterers were passing around. I knew already that there would be a bruise there, and I smiled at how I know you'd kiss it and apologize for it later tonight. But right now, you couldn't notice. You were busy looking at the crowed of shrewd lawyers and wondering when the one you'd wanted to speak to all night will be unoccupied.

My hand slipped down lower and pinched your butt. You playfully glared and kissed my forehead.

"Let's dance, we can get closer to Aro and his wife." I whispered conspiringly.

You smirked, the smirk that told me how much you loved me and my idea. You downed your drink in two gulps. I mimicked you and gave our glasses to the annoyed waitress, eager to get this night moving along. Tightening your hold on my hip, you glue me to your side and confidently lead me to the dancefloor. You position me in front of you and your arms snaked around me. We sway and you're intoxicating. You were always a great dancer, I don't even trip over myself anymore.

The Temptations were playing. You loved this song, and I knew it. I smiled, you smiled, and I was reminded all over again how sexy you looked tonight and how I was dying for you to peal this expensive dress off me. I hated dressing up, and I made a show about how annoying it was, but I was secretly fine with it. The way you looked at me tonight made me blush and throb; how could I not be fine with it?

Yeah, this was a good dress. All silk and sapphire hues.

You dipped me towards the end of the song, smiling like an idiot while I giggle like one alike. God, I love you so much. If I thought about it too long, I'd just cry, because you were so beautiful and you loved me so much too… it was hard to catch my breath sometimes.

"You're drunk," you mused.

"Nooooooooo," I smiled.

I wasn't, I was buzzed. There's a difference. I told you so and you just laughed. You told me you love me again. I'll never tire of you saying it.

The song ended and molded into some old disco hit. You swing me to the edge of the dance floor, and I graze Aro's wife's arm. I turned, apologize and then you're there, introducing me. Aro checks me out, his wife too enamored with your charm to notice her husband's wandering eye. Your grip tightens. You're so possessive sometimes and I love it.

"What a lovely wife you have, Edward, I must say I'm impressed." Aro is as sleazy as you said he was. I hate the way he looks at me, you do too.

I smile and bat my lashes, playing the part you bribed me into playing this morning. You chuckle and I fight a snort at how fake it sounds to me, but not to Aro. He just smiles, thinking you're agreeing. Thinking it's okay to have dirty thoughts about someone else's wife. You pinch my butt and I blush more. Aro licks his lips. Time for me to swoop in, to get away from this man that you want to talk to so bad.

"Mrs. Volturi, are you wearing Givenchy?" I ask because I know she is.

Alice loved to share her interest and I liked to listen.

She beams, taking the bait. "What an eye! You like?"

"Oh yes, I've been eying that dress for months!" I gush.

I haven't, but it's gorgeous and expensive enough for me to sound believable. I wasn't the best liar at times, but I was buzzed, and you needed me to be a good liar tonight.

Mrs. Volturi goes on for five minutes about having to spend that much on a dress while you two just smile and nod. Your thumb starts rubbing small circles while your grip loosens a little. My dress is fitted perfectly, and I can feel your thumb causing shivers all the way to my nipples. Aro keeps staring. Mrs. Volturi is oblivious.

"I was at Neiman's the other day, and they had the skirt from the same collection, so gorgeous." I comment.

She nods and smiles.

"Oh, come on, dear, let's talk over there and leave the boys to their business." She links her slender arm with mine and surveys the room.

I wink at you, and you lean in and kiss my temple. I smile so hard I feel my cheeks pinch, squeeze your hand, and leave with your boss's wife. I can feel Aro's eyes on me. I turn around and I was right. You're trying not to glare at him, but you can't help it. I turn around and send a silent prayer. You've got this though, you always do.

Mrs. Volturi tells me to call her by her first name. It starts with an S and I can't remember it after two seconds. It doesn't matter because I know just how to distract her. She's dripping in jewels, Chanel, and Givenchy, Alice spent years preparing me for a night like this.

She drones on and on and I let her, indulging her until I can see how tired she is. She's older, and the bags under her eyes are now more noticeable. We've been talking for over an hour now, only seeing you around a couple times when I'd look up from our conversation. The night is getting late, and I suggest we go look for our husbands. I can't wait to get into bed with mine I tell her. She giggles and tells me how lucky I am.

I already know.

I look around the thinning ballroom of this expensive hotel and you're not around. I forgot my phone, so I can't even call. I go looking, maybe you're on the other side, by the bar, in the lobby? I walk around and you're not in any of those places. When I find you, you're outside on one of the balconies, talking to a very attractive woman with strawberry blonde curls.

I call out your name and you turn, your smile fading a little.

"Shit, sorry, I got caught up…"

The woman laughs and I knew you didn't just get caught up, you forgot. You forgot about me.

You ass.

I smile tightly and you notice. I'm insecure now, not feeling as hot as I did before we left our new home. You walk towards me, frowning. I hate your frown; it makes me more upset.

"It's late," I say, and you agree.

"I'll see you Monday!" you call out behind you, at the woman.

You usher me out and I look back. She's looking at you and then at me.

I turn avoiding her icy blue gaze.

You didn't introduce me, and I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. But I love and trust you so right now it's a good thing. I guess. You hold my hand the entire way down to the lobby. It's silent and it's okay because you're so fucking good at making me forget the bad feelings when you touch me. Even a small touch like your hand in mine. You got what you wanted, and I got buzzed so the night wasn't so bad.

I tell you and you laugh.

"God, I love you." You declare and my heart soars.

You hug me while we wait for the car to come around. When the couple next to us is gone, you start kissing my neck, leaving wet trails of heat all over the side. Your hands lower right above my ass and you push me in towards you. My head lulls back to give you better access to my neck and you bite me. I love when you do that.

You're at my ear now, saying things like, "I can't wait to spread your legs open and –"

A throat clears behind us and I'm so mad for a second before I realize where we are. You smirk, kiss my forehead, and open the door to your new car for me. It's an Aston Martin and I'm still peeved that you bought it. We needed a car you said, and yeah, we did, but this car? Not a chance.

Whatever, maybe we'll christen it later and I won't be so peeved anymore.

You climb in and rev it up. It purrs and you smile at the wheel. I ask you if I should be jealous and you tell me yes. I gape as you smile crookedly at me. You ass.

"Does it get you as hard as I do?" I ask, lightly palm you through your dress slacks.

"Just about," you sigh as your eyes flutter shut.

"What do I have to do to steal my husband back?"

"Shit – just don't stop," you moan.

I take my hand away and you let out groan, frustrated and horny. I laugh as your purse your lips and start driving away from the hotel. Your cheeks are pink, and I know your chest probably has blotches of pink too. I lean over to you, kiss your cheek, and turn on the fancy stereo. You drive with the windows down and a couple minutes into the song we're screaming the lyrics to this Chili Peppers song that we love so much.

When we get home to our apartment, you attack. I barely have time to unbuckle myself before you're on me. I have to convince you not to fuck me right here in the parking lot, you already have my skirt up and my panties pulled to the side. You huff in frustration and pull me with you towards the elevator.

I laugh because it's the slowest fucking elevator we've ever been on. You just groan in between kisses until we get to our floor. You push me in the apartment and the dress that I was fine with is now being pulled down, my breasts jiggling with the movements of your persistent hands. My zipper got stuck and you have too many clothes on, so we give up. I slip my lacy thong over my ass and down my legs and bunch the skirt of my long dress over my hips as you unzip your slacks.

And then you fuck me right on the new foyer table we just got. Its marble top is cold on my ass, but the heat of your pelvis on mine is the perfect contrast. I can't help but moan as I feel you slipping against me, kissing my neck, rolling my nipple between your cold fingers…

Your lips are on my neck and down my jaw, my hands are in your hair, you slip in. I can feel throbbing at my opening and on my clit. God, you feel amazing inside of me, filling me up with every thrust. Your breathing is ragged and little moans escape from you lips as you pump. I can't help it when tears prickle in my eyes. You kiss them as I come and then tell me you love me when you spill into me right after.

A few minutes pass and you kiss my temple. "Sleep?"

I hum in agreement, "Carry me, you fucked the walk outta me."

You laugh, as your forehead rests against mine. The look in your eyes elates me: sated, happy, in love. I warn all over again as I twitched around your cock. You pull out, sighing in pleasure, and with two strong hands on my ass, you pick me up and walk me to bed.

We don't sleep, though.

This time, you take your time with me. Carefully undressing me, caressing in places that make me so wet, sucking and kissing where I'm begging you to. I come in our bed, you come on my breasts in the shower, then again in me a little bit after. We clean up and dry ourselves and we fall asleep in our big new comfy bed, in our big new apartment, in the big new city you moved us to. As I fall asleep, I almost forget how much I miss home.

I started this story so many years ago and never got to finish. Recently, it started eating at me again and I got curious about where this story could go and how this would all end. I have a pretty good idea now, and we'll be going back and fourth between then and now.

I hope you guys enjoy it.