A/N: Don't own. No money. Nuff said.
Warning: This chapter is short but it earns its M. I wanted to give us all a short break from the drama and let these two enjoy themselves. I hope you like. As usual, if you are under 18 or this is not your cup of tea, please turn back now. To the rest of you, enjoy.
Mistaking her tears for sadness over her deceased husband, the police officer dispatched to oversee the removal of Lauren from Bella's front lawn patted Bella's shoulder again and spoke softly, "Now, don't you worry, ma'am. We'll get her out of here. She's a crazy one, probably won't even remember anything when she comes to. We've been having lots of trouble with this one." He glanced over his shoulder and together, he and Bella watched the ambulance doors shut and the other officer conferring with the driver. "She's gonna have to answer to the judge about this. But don't worry. I'm sure you won't have any more trouble."
At the call from the other officer, he looked back at her and smiled apologetically, "You go on back to bed now ma'am. Don't you worry none about this. I'm just sorry I had to wake you."
Bella nodded helplessly and shut the door. She didn't want to tell Edward about this but she knew she had to. She turned to find him standing bare-chested at the end of the hall watching her.
"God, Bella, I'm so sorry. I saw from the window. This is so fucked up." She watched as he buttoned his jeans and ran one hand through his hair. "I'll go. I'll stay away. I know she followed me and I didn't even realize it and I don't think she'll remember your house but I know how freaked out you probably are…" He reached down for his shoes that were sitting by the garage door. "I can't tell you how…"
He never got to finish because suddenly Bella was in his arms and she wasn't hysterical. She was comforting him.
"Edward, It's okay. I'm so sorry."
Edward held her tighter and shushed her. It took a minute to process her reaction and he still came up bewildered. "Bella, maybe I'm being obtuse but I'm really confused. I thought you would be freaking out here." He heard Bella's gasp and then she was out of his arms and pacing the room. He watched her for a minute at a complete and total loss. "Bella?"
She whipped around to face him so fast that her robe billowed out from her body. He could see the agitation in her face but there was no trace of fear. She was looking at him like she was trying to see the wall behind his head and finally threw her hands in the air in an act of frustration. "I don't know! I know I should and I think maybe I am, but I'm not and I don't know why!"
Edward chuckled and held his arms out to her. "Come here, sweetheart."
Bella huffed, annoyed with herself. "Edward," she grumped even as she let him enfold her in his arms. They heard the sound of the last police car driving away and still they were silent.
"Edward?" she whispered.
"Why aren't I scared?"
"I have no idea."
"Am I going insane? Why are you laughing?"
He chuckled again. "Sweetheart, I think we're both going sane for once in our life." He pulled back and kissed her forehead. "And dare I say, healthy?"
Bella rested her head on his chest and tried to understand the feelings in her heart. She felt uneasy. She felt angry with Lauren. She felt pity for Lauren. She felt previously hidden strength well up inside her. And she felt… it was shocking at first, but she felt safe.
"Yes?" he asked while rubbing his hand up and down her back.
"I really, really love you."
Edward felt such a powerful surge of happiness that it felt like his heart would break. His dazzling smile was an outward sign of the feeling inside. He lifted her chin and kissed her as best he could while smiling like an idiot. "Bella?"
She saw his joy and answered it with her own. "Yes?"
"I really, really love you too." He kissed her gently on the lips. "Does this mean we can go back to bed for a few hours? I'm still sleepy."
Three hours later, Bella was gasping for breath, her head thrown back into the spray of the shower as Edward rocked into her from behind, his hands covering hers on the shelf ledge, the shampoo bottles scattered around their feet.
"More" she panted as he spread her knees wider and lifted into her over and over. Her hand slipped out from under his to reach back and grasp at his hair. "There. There, oh god, right there."
Edward bent his head to nip at her ear. "Come on, baby. Come for me." His voice grew ragged as the sensations overtook him. "Please, Bella, please. Oh god…" His voice trailed off into grunts when her body convulsed around him. The feeling of her clamping down on him sent him over the edge and he jerked his hips as his body pumped into her. "Shit, shit, shit." He collapsed onto her back and felt shudders rock through him. "You are so," he paused to catch his breath. "so fucking fantastic. So damn sexy." He turned his head to kiss her back. "Damn Bella."
Bella giggled helplessly for long enough to make him slide out of her and turn her around. He slid his arms around her and adjusted the water to warmer. "What in heaven's name are you giggling about?" He fought back laughter and tried to look serious. "You're not helping my ego any, you know."
Bella pushed the wet hair off his forehead and kissed his chin. "Oh please. You were amazing and you know it." She kissed the smirk off his face before continuing. "It's just you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about you while being in the shower and now I don't need fantasies. I have the real thing."
His grin lasted for only a minute before a predatory look crossed his face. "Did these fantasies require any, um, action on your part?"
Bella grinned wickedly and stepped out of the shower and wrapped her towel around herself, all the while feeling his eyes on her. She heard the water shut off and then a seductive voice in her ear. "Well?"
Bella studiously ignored the delicious sensation of Edward kissing her neck as she tried to dry herself off. "Come on, Bella," he purred in her ear. "Tell me about your fantasies. Were they about me?" He slid one hand around her front to fondle her nipple while his voice worked on her self-control. "Did you think of me and touch yourself?" He slid his other hand under the towel she had clutched to her front. "Like this?" One long finger reached out to stroke her clit and she moaned.
Bella felt her hips rock even though he had given her a mind boggling orgasm only minutes before. How could she want him so much? How could he be recovered enough for her to feel him pressing into her bare backside.
"Please tell me," he whispered directly in her ear.
Bella swallowed and reached behind her to wrap her hand around his hardening cock, earning a moan from him. "Yes. It was always you. Only you."
He moaned softly. "Tell me one. I want to know. Please." His hands were moving torturously slowly. She felt the water from his hair drip onto her shoulder and slide down her chest to the waiting towel. "Please, Bella?"
She looked down at his hand pinching and rolling her nipple and dropped her towel. The sight of his hand buried between her legs made her feel wanton and powerful. "The first time I thought of you that way was after a dream. I touched myself in the bed. I think I came four times. Oh, yes, that feels so wonderful."
He rolled her nipple between his fingers and licked up the side of her neck. "Tell me about the shower."
Bella couldn't tear her eyes away from the way the muscles in his forearm stretched and rolled as he worked his fingers in her folds. "Oh god, I…" she tried to take a deep breath but found pants were the most she could do. "I would think about you, how sexy you are, about the way your body looks when you throw the tackling dummies over the fence, about the tightness of your ass, and what it would be like for you to touch me, to want me…" She moaned and slid her hand over his cock behind her back in the motion she knew he liked.
"Did I ever do this," he plunged his fingers in her, feeling the slick evidence of himself from minutes before. "Did I touch you like this?" At her nod, he moaned. "Did you use your fingers on yourself?"
Bella shook her head. "The shower head. I used the pulse setting on the shower head."
Edward bit at her shoulder and switched to the other breast, even as he pulled her back against him, trapping her hand wrapped around his cock. "That is, oh god, Bella. That makes me crazy, knowing that while you were so polite at practice, you were fucking yourself to thoughts of me." He spun her around and kissed her madly. "I wanted you too. Not just your body, I wanted your sweetness, your heart." He kissed his way down her jaw. "I loved you then. I just didn't know it."
"Edward," she sighed.
He lowered her to the floor and proceeded to shatter her previous fantasies into a million pieces.
"I'm starving," he murmured into her neck when he could breathe again. He lifted himself up onto his forearms and grinned at her. When a drop of water from his hair landed on her nose, she laughed and reached for her discarded towel.
"How about pancakes and bacon?" she asked as she dried him off.
His grin became a smile and Bella had to laugh at the image he presented. His hair was no longer dripping but still damp and sticking out from his head like the spines of a porcupine. His lips were red and slightly swollen from their kissing and he was grinning like an idiot.
"You are so adorable."
"Adorable?" he asked with mock offence, "I thought I was sexy!"
"Well, you were, ten minutes ago. Now you're just adorable." She pushed at his shoulders with a laugh. "Now get off me, you big lug. This tile floor is freezing and you weigh a ton!"
Edward hopped to his feet and lifted her in his arms. "Anything you say, dear." He kissed her cheek. "Besides, you said something about bacon." He set her on her feet at the foot of her bed and swatted her ass, "Get a move on."
Bella laughed and threw on her clothes, happier than she'd ever been in her life.
A/N: A chapter with no discernible plot to be found, other than a step toward better mental health. Hurrah! Hope you had fun!
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