Meadow Love

I was going to go insane. Edward and I had finally made love last night and now I
was waiting. He had left my room as I slept before Charlie got home, and I woke to
find a small note on the pillow next to my head that simply read:

"Tonight, my love."

I had instantly felt both anxious for whatever Edward had planned for the evening,
and intensely lonely without being in his arms. I felt empty without feeling him
inside of me.

I had a hard time being normal in front of Charlie all day. I was constantly
distracted, so the few times he actually made an effort to talk to me, I was either
zoned out thinking about the events of my night with Edward, or unusually antsy.
How did people do this every day? How does a person have an amazing, passionate
night making love and then go about their day like it hadn't happened?

Like I said: I was going to go insane.

It was six-thirty now, and I was putting the dinner dishes into the sink. As it filled
with hot, soapy water, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket, alerting me to a text
message. I set down the plates in my hands and grabbed the phone. It was Edward.
My heart about burst out of my chest, exactly the way it had the first few times I
would see his Volvo waiting in the driveway to take me to school. I didn't even know
I was grinning until my cheeks started to hurt.

"Come upstairs," it said. I suddenly understood Alice's ability to squeal when she got
excited about something she wanted to buy me. I held the sound back, clearing my
throat and did my best to concentrate on putting the last few dishes in the sink.

"Dad, I'm going to let them soak for a few minutes before I start trying to scrub at the
lasagna." I was insanely proud of the fact that my voice remained calm and normal.

"That's fine, Bells," Charlie said. "Take the night off kitchen duty, I'll do them."

"Thanks, Dad."

I felt a small swelling off grateful love for Charlie. He had no idea how happy the
offer made me. Now, to get to my room.

"I'm just going to do some reading until Edward gets here," I barely waited for
Charlie's acknowledgement before practically flying up the stairs.

I opened the door and was suddenly wrapped in cold arms, being kissed fervently,
and Edward's sweet breath finally gave me a little relief from my torturous day
without him. By the time we stopped kissing. I was out of breath and we had both
worked out hands under one another's shirts.

"I take it the last several hours were as unbearable for you as they were for me?"
Edward asked quietly. His smile was amused, but his golden eyes glittered with
excitement and were a bit darker than usual.

"Yes," I breathed. He had no idea. I wanted to forget that Edward had something
planned tonight, forget that Charlie was right downstairs. I was already unbuttoning
Edward's shirt; he was already growling deep in his chest. I knew he could smell my
arousal. His eyes were darkening even more with desire as I pushed my warm hands
against his icy, hard chest. He grabbed my hands gently and took in a ragged breath.

"Wait just a little while longer, Bella," Edward's voice belied his words. I knew he
didn't want to stop.

"I have to officially pick you up. I will be right back." He was gone before I could
protest.
"I have to change clothes first," I whispered out the window, knowing he would hear
me. I thought I heard a sigh. Now he would have to wait for me.

I quickly grabbed a new shirt I had purchased on a recent trip with Alice. It was
exactly the same shade of blue as Edward's favorite shirt, only this one was silk.
Normally I would have protested immediately, but it was perfect; v-necked just
enough to show off my cleavage, but not enough to make Charlie freak out, and
snuggly fit to hug my waist and hips. The sleeves were sort of a cross between wide
tank top straps and cap sleeves, and they fit almost off the shoulder.

Of course, Alice had squealed the I picked out the top myself and insisted
(menacingly) that this required an entire outfit, lingerie included. I had already put
on the dark blue silk bra and lace boy short set under my sweats after I showered
today, so I quickly yanked on the shirt, flown, knee-length beige skirt and the
chocolate brown knee-high boots. This was the first time I really had to hand it to
Alice, because she'd finally gotten my clothes exactly right. This was just the type of
outfit I would have loved to wear but never got around to buying.

"I'm ready," I whispered, my smile evident in my voice.

No sooner had I said that then I heard Edward knocking at the door. I rolled my
eyes, still grinning. Vampire speed.

I'll get it, Dad!" I yelled down to Charlie, watching every step I took down the stairs.
The last thing I needed to do was break my neck in these boots. They were
surprisingly comfortable, but I knew my lack of coordination way too well to actually
trust that comfort as a proper deterrent to me falling.

I made it downstairs without incident and quickly opened the door. Edward's jaw
dropped for about half of a second before he reigned in his reaction. My grin grew
wider and I winked at him, ignoring the fact that I was just as affected when I saw
him while I grabbed my coat.

"Hi," I said finally, trying not to giggle. He looks dazzled.

"Hello," Edward breathed. "You look very tempting." He made sure only I could
hear him. The last thing we needed was for Charlie to know that Edward was turned
on by my outfit. Knowing Charlie, he might have told me to go change into an
Eskimo costume instead.
"Hello, Edward," Charlie rose from his easy chair, convincingly masking the
discomfort he felt toward the fact that Edward and I were engaged.

"Good evening, Charlie. Who's playing tonight?" Edward was always insanely polite
and good-natured toward Charlie. It was mostly genuine, but I knew that a small part
of it was that Edward was amused knowing Charlie's thoughts were always less than
polite.

"Mariners are getting clobbered by Fresno," Charlie shook his head in

disappointment "It’s a damn shame."

"I think they may pull through by the fourth quarter, Charlie. I wouldn't give up just
yet." Edward smiled unabashedly at Charlie and I got the distinct feeling that Alice
had something to do with Edward's reassurances.

"You know me better than that. I never give up on the Mariners." Charlie's
apprehensions seemed to melt away anytime Edward talked football.

Charlie turned to me, "Eleven-thirty, Bella?" That was my Saturday night curfew,
which was more like a suggestion now that I was eighteen and engaged.

"Sure thing, Dad. See you later."

Edward and I twined out hands together and walked toward his Volvo as Charlie
shut the door behind us. Edward let me into the passenger side then got behind the
wheel as my curiosity got the best of me.

"So where are we going? Is your family out hunting?" The prospect of Edward's
house being empty all night was irresistible.

"Bella, were that the case, I would not be able to let you leave my room, let alone get
you home for curfew." Edward was grinning mischievously. "And our destination is a
surprise."

I pouted a bit as Edward started the car. Edward made a show of driving at the speed
limit until we got around the block then gave me a blinding smile as the
speedometer shot up to 100mph. I groaned and rolled my eyes at him. He knew I
hated when he drove like this, but he also knew I was just as impatient as he was to
get to wherever we were going.
In less than ten minutes, Edward stopped the car. He opened my door and let me
step out. I recognized the area immediately, and my heart began to race.

"The meadow?" The entire reason we ended up making love the night before was
because I had a particularly naughty dream about being with Edward in the meadow,
and he had been listening in on my sleep-talking.

"Our meadow," Edward corrected, beaming at me.

Edward went to the trunk and pulled out some large metal pieces and a round gate.
They looked completely foreign to me, and I couldn't figure out what they were for.

"What is that?" It was obvious that the pieces fit together, but I had no idea what they
were meant to build.

"Portable firepot. I figured we would need something to keep you warm."

As he spoke, Edward put the pieces into the crate he had taken out of the trunk,
then laid a few blankets on top of the whole thing and closed the trunk. He quickly
pulled me onto his back, then grabbed the crate while I found my grip around his
neck. Edward was running half a second later.

As he ran, I grinned and took this opportunity to tease Edward, kissing up his neck,
all the way to the hollow below his ear, then back down to where his shirt collar
ended. I could feel his throat vibrate in a low growl.

"That's very distracting, Bella," I could hear the smile in his voice.

I smiled and let my tongue dart out against the curve of his neck. His growl became
more pronounced. I became curious about trying something. I was fairly certain it
would be alright, but I wanted to ask, just in case. Slowly, I kissed back up to
Edward's ear.

"Can I bite?" I whispered.

Edward let out a strangled moan and shivered before answering.

"Please wait until I can at least start the fire. I don't want you to freeze to death
because you seduced me into forgetting that you're adverse to cold weather."
I giggled a bit at the thought as Edward set me down. He spun me around and
kissed me fiercely. I was dizzy when he pulled away, and we were both left
breathless.

"I will be right back," he murmured against my lips before disappearing.

About a minute later, the fire pit was set up and blazing and a pile of more wood was
lying nearby. Edward was laying out the blankets in the grass. He came over and
picked me up, setting me down on the blankets, and wrapped his arms around my
waist. My heart was already racing in anticipation.

Edward appeared fairly calm, on the other hand. If I didn't know him so well, I may
not have noticed the way his eyes smoldered, appearing just a little darker gold than
usual. I knew he was just as worked up as I was.

"So," Edward began, an entertained smile playing on his face. "Last night was the
most incredible night of my life."

Edward's already darkened eyes turned onyx and I knew he was replaying our
evening in his mind. So was I.

"I feel exactly the same way," I breathed, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks from
my own memories. Edward chuckled, sliding his hand up to cup my face. I leaned
into his palm, reveling in the way I always felt both an intense sense of comfort as
well as an electric current of desire whenever Edward touched me.

Edward leaned in to kiss me, gently at first, then with growing urgency. I twined my
hands in his hair, moaning softly as the kiss built in fervor. He brought his other
hand up to caress my neck and throat. I felt a sudden urge to climb into Edward's
lap, but before I could act on it, he had already pulled me there, my legs straddling
his. I sighed happily into Edward's mouth. The closer I got to him, the more I
gained some relief from the painful hours I had spent without him.

I ran my hands down Edward's sides, then slipped them under his shirt. He shivered
and removed my coat running his icy fingers up and down my bare arms. I pulled
back from the kiss just enough to gulp in some air before I became dizzy. Edward's
lips never stopped as he let me breathe. They whispered over my lips, and kissed up
and down my jaw. The breaths I was sucking in were ragged, shallow, barely even a
viable source of oxygen, but I didn't care. I would not have let him stop, even if I
passed out.
"Breathe, Bella," I could hear the laughter in Edward's voice. If he weren't a vampire,
I would have called him a hypocrite; His breathing was more erratic than mine.

"I am breathing," I mumbled, my mouth hunting along his jaw, searching for his lips.
When I found them, I breathed in Edward's sweet, addictive breath, gaining more
relief from it than I had from the oxygen. Edward's hands were at my shoulders now,
sliding the sleeves of my shirt down to my elbows.

I shivered in anticipation, wondering how much longer I would be able to stand

waiting to feel Edward really touch me. I had the feeling it would not be long;
already I was biting my lip to keep from begging, my entire body shaking
impatiently, as through from withdrawl. I could almost swear I felt Edward's fingers
trembling as well as he ran them slowly over my chest, the swell of my breasts. I
gripped his upper arms, suddenly feeling like I would not be able to hold myself
upright.

Edward's fingers left my chest for half a second - just long enough for him to take his
shirt off - before returning to slide lovingly down my torso, over my shirt, then under
it. I looked up at him, my eyes feeling just as dark with desire as his were while he
slowly inched my shirt up until he could raise my arms and slide it over my head.
The combination of the warmth of the fire and my own overheated skin meant that I
was not cold, yet my nipples were visibly hard through the dark blue silk of my bra.
Edward could not hide the shock, the lust, from coloring his expression.

"Over one hundred years, and I've never wanted anything more than I want you right
now, Bella," Edward's voice was hoarse, his eyes smouldering as he gained eye
contact with me until I wasn't breathing. Suddenly, I giggled a bit, causing Edward to
raise an eyebrow.

"You haven't even seen the matching underwear yet," I tried to explain, but as I said
the words, I realized I had no idea why that struck me as funny. Edward had
forgotten about my irregular sense of humor entirely.

"They match?" His onyx eyes glossed over slightly, as though he was trying to see it in
his mind.

Before I could confirm his question, Edward had laid me down on the blankets and
taken my boots off. I wouldn't help but arch my back a little as I felt his hand at the
waistband of my skirt. A disconcertingly fast move later and my skirt was on top of
the growing pile of our clothing. It had not escaped my knowledge that there were
more of my clothes in the pile than Edward's.
I could not think about that now, as Edward took in the sight of me in nothing but
navy blue silk and lace. I blushed deeply, unable to move to hide myself, yet not
really wanting to. Edward had stopped breathing, his eyes slowly moving over my
form, as though he was committing the image to memory. He probably was,
considering that another vampire perk was photographic memory.

"No one should look so tempting, it's not fair," Edward whispered, a smile playing on
his lips as he recalled the morning at my house after that first night he had spent with
me.

"Tempting how?" I asked, playing along.

"Shall I explain how you are tempting me?" Edward leaned over me, his fingers
tracing slowly down my chest, between my breasts, then down my stomach. His
breathing had sped up, coming in rough, shallow gasps.

Unlike that morning, I reminded myself to keep breathing, although my breaths

were just as erratic as Edward's. My heart raced, occassionally skipping a beat as his
hand slowly grazed over the lace at the waistband of my underwear. It was hard work
to make myself speak.

"So... how am I tempting you?" My voice was shaky and barely audible. I felt the very
tip of one of Edward's fingers slip under the waistband, causing me to gasp. Edward
chuckled throatily, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Beautiful does not even begin to describe how alluring you are to me," Edward
brought his hand up to cup my face and began to kiss down my jaw before
continuing.

"Your skin is like warm silk against my fingers. It's almost impossible to stop
touching your skin once I start. Especially here, at the arch of your neck..."

Edward's hand followed his words, his fingers trailing down my neck, sliding lower to
dip in the hollow of my throat. His lips kissed slowly down the opposite side of my
neck, then back up to my jaw before he started to speak again.

"But for as smooth and silky as your skin is, your lips..." his own lips ventured to
move gently against mine as he spoke.

"Your lips are even softer, and I've let myself become addicted to their taste."
Edward's tongue ran softly over my lips before he kissed me. I moaned lightly, and
the slow, lazy way he kissed me was breaking my control. As gentle as the kiss was,
his tongue was dancing with mine, stirring up my already blatant arousal. I was
starting to feel dizzy.

Edward broke the kiss gently and began to kiss down my throat, pausing to dip his
tongue in the little hollow his finger had found before. I shivered at the contact and
felt his lips smile against his collarbone before I heard him speak again.

"Even better is the way your heart races, the way your breath quickens when I touch
you until your breasts rise and fall."

Edward's hand moved down to the swell of my breasts and laid it, palm down, over
both of them. My heartbeat and breathing wre exactly the way he had described
them. Edward peppered kisses just above the satin of my bra, following the line of it
to the valley between my breasts, the tip of his tongue grazing the sensitive skin
there. I moaned a little and arched my back.

I felt his hands slide behind my back momentarily, and then they were gone, along
with my bra. I was about to complain that Edward was still wearing more than me,
but he was only in his boxers. When did he take his pants off?

Edward grinned at my sudden confusion before cupping my breasts in each hand. I

gasped, almost crying out at the contact. His cool hands felt amazing against my
overheated skin, making my nipples tighten further.

I blushed as Edward spoke, embarrassment coloring my cheeks while an aroused

flush warmed my breasts.

He squeezed them lightly, then released using only his fingertips to trail up to my
nipples. His fingers barely grazed at them, yet I felt electric shocks at each pass they
made.

"Perfect," Edward mused before he descended on my right nipple, the tip of his
tongue tracing its shape. I shouted his name, my hands flying to the back of his head.
Edward never lost eye contact with me as his tongue circled my nipple. HIs eyes
smouldered as they took in my reactions.

I had to close my eyes as the flat of Edward's tongue made one rough lick across my
nipple. Bursts of color danced behind my eyelids as Edward pulled back minutely to
let his cool breath blow over my breast as he spoke.
"You taste delectable... Irresistible, in fact," Edward murmured, then he descended
again, his lips wrapping around my nipple. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his
hair as he sucked gently, his tongue moving rhythmically over the sensitive tip in his
mouth.

His hand was still at my left nipple, plucking and tugging at it until I was whimpering
with every breath. Edward was still watching me intently and suddenly began to growl
low in his chest, sending vibrations through his mouth to me.

"Oh," I gasped, my eyes wide at the new sensation. Edward arched an eyebrow in
question, but did not stop what he was doing.

"That feels..." I tried to gather my thoughts, but all I could do was moan. I took in a
deep breath. "Amazing. The growling." My words came out rushed, breathless.

A flicker of smug pride crossed Edward's expression, and I could tell he was storing
that bit of information away in his mind. He tugged lightly, then released my nipple
from the confines of his mouth, his hand stilling on the other nipple. I watched him
expectantly, assuming he was about to switch sides as he had done the night before.

"Patience, Bella. I'm not finished telling you how you are tempting me," Edward
grinned mischieviously. I pouted a little and Edward laughed. His fingers plucked at
my nipple again, making me forget my mild disappointment. I gasped and bit my lip.

"Every sound you make, everytime you arch your back, bite your lip, or grab onto
me." Edward's voice had grown hoarse, his breathing speeding up a little.

"Every time you say my name." He shuddered a bit.

My heartbeat was racing erratically as Edward spoke. All I could think of was the
ways Edward had elicited those reactions from me. I thought of the sounds he had
made: the gasps, the way he had said my name -- those snarls.

"Everything you did was exquisite to me, was tempting." Edward smiled favorite,
crooked smile.

"And, as I said, I had the intense satisfaction of knowing that only I had ever caused
that kind of pleasure in you."

"No one else will ever make me feel that way," I spoke honestly. I knew that only
Edward was capable of giving me the intense pleasure I felt from his touches, from
having him inside of me. Edward growled possessively, then gave me a wicked grin.
He leaned in, kissing and licking his way up my neck until I was gasping.

"Mine," he growled into my ear, his fingers pinching my nipple a little roughly as he
spoke.

"Oh," I gasped, feeling my inner muscles grasp at nothing, a flood of heat suddenly
making the lace of my underwear more than a little damp. Edward snarled softly
into my ear, that perfect, triumphantly possessive snarl. I moaned weakly, still trying
to wrap my head around what just happened. Edward didn't give me the chance.

"Mine," this time he snarled, his other hand gripping my hair forcefully.

"Edward," I cried out, my back arching as it happened again, my muscles clenched, a

new flood soaking into the lace. I gasped as I slowly relaxed.

"Did I just..?" It seemed impossible.

"Twice," the smug grin was evident in Edward's voice.

"But, all you did was..." I was really confused.

"Claim you as my mate," Edward's nose skimmed down my jaw.

"So, anytime you say the word 'mine' I'm going to have an orgasm?" I didn't like the
sound of that. What if he said it without thinking in front of Charlie?

Edward chuckled. "No, I have to say it with the intention of claiming you. I did it last
night, too."

I remembered the wicked grin on his face when he'd said it the night before. I had
still been climaxing and his claim had caused another orgasm to override the first.
Now it all made sense.

"Another vampire thing?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

"Yes, now hush and let me tell you why you're so tempting to me," Edward grinned
playfully. He knew exactly how badly he was teasing me. I wondered how much
longer he could keep this up

"You aren't finished?"

"Not even close," Edward's grin grew before he leaned down to kiss the valley
between my breasts. He moved to my left breast now, his lips tightening around the
nipple until I was gasping his name. When Edward released it gently, he chuckled a
bit as I frowned in protest. He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue darting
out quickly into my navel before he began to speak.

"Whenever I kiss you, or touch you a certain way - sometimes even with a mere look
- your body heat radiates like liquid fire here," Edward's fingers gently traced my
entrance through the damp lace covering it. I let out a strangled breath, my hips
jerking up to him. Edward gasped, his nostrils flaring as a new rush of arousal rose
within me.

"So blissfully hot," his voice was rough again and he looked as though he had to
struggle to move his hand, but he did. He lightly ran his fingers down my leg and
breathed deeply before continuing.

"The curve of your thighs is like an invitation to me, asking me to settle between
them." Edward laid down and kissed up my knee to my inner thigh as he continued.

"They request my attention to turn back to your heat," Edward's eyes burned into
mine as he licked at the skin just below the lace of my boyshorts. "I can do nothing
but obey."

I was unable to escape Edward's stare as he slowly slid the underwear off of me. My
breathing was coming in ragged gasps; he was so close. Edward inhaled deeply,
growling in his chest.

"Your scent is the most tempting of all," he whispered, his cool breath caressing my
entrance, making my hips writhe a bit. "It's sinfully mouthwatering. Your arousal calls
to me more strongly than your blood."

Edward's eyes were glazed over as his gaze turned to the apex between my legs. His
expression was a mixture of lust and conflict. His jaw set as his eyes became clear
again, determined. I had no idea what he was trying to do. He looked up at me and
smiled.

"Keeping in mind how mouthwatering you smell to me, I'd like to try something."

Before I could wrap my mind around what Edward was saying, he began kissing
hesitantly up my inner thigh, dangerously close to the souce of my arousal. My head
fell back against the blankets as I realized what Edward meant to do. As he got closer
to the crease of my thigh, his tongue darted out tentatively.

"Oh, God," I breathed, my hands gripping the blankets beneath me. Edward's icy
tongue licked more confidently there, then his lips closed over the small area. My
back arched, and I bit back a groan.

Edward shivered a bit and released the delicate flesh from his mouth, moving over
until he hovered directly over my center. His breath was madening and I moved my
hips restlessly. Logically, I knew that Edward was trying to compose himself first but
all I cared about was wanting to know how his cold lips and tongue would feel
caressing my folds, my clit. I shuddered in anticipation.

He gave my entrance a gentle, closed-mouthed kiss, making me gasp wildly, then

pulled back, his lips wet. Edward looked cautiously into my eyes as he licked his lips
experimentally. I stopped breathing, afraid of his reaction, embarrassed, and turned
on all at the same time.

Edward's eyes widened in shock. He muttered something that sounded like a curse,
then lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly up my entrance, making me cry
out. Edward snarled loudly, the sound echoing through the trees around us, then
began to lap gently at the new flood of slick arousal I knew had escaped me.

He wrapped his mouth around my entire opening, his tongue flickering more
intently, yet carefully avoiding my clit. Edward's hands cupped my backside, angling
me up a little so he could gain better access to me. His tongue began to focus
directly on my entrance, pushing and worming its way until it was inside of me.

My hips bucked wildly, serving to push his tongue even deeper within me. I shouted
Edward's name, my hands suddenly pulling, yanking at his hair as I felt the tip of his
tongue dart around my inner walls. Edward seemed unaware of anything beyond my
shouts and what he was doing. He pushed his head more tightly to me, his tongue
reaching out just a little farther.

I screamed as Edward snarled in triumph. If I could have formed a thought, I would

have wondered how in the hell Edward's tongue had actually found my most
sensitive spot, but all I knew was that I was climaxing. My breath hitched in my
throat as my muscles latched onto Edward's eager tongue. His lips sucked harder
around me, his tongue rhythmically pressing against that glorious spot, prolonging
my orgasm until I was almost in pain from the intensity of it.
Slowly, Edward withdrew his tongue as I came down from my ecstasy, going back to
gentle laps at the outer folds of my opening, his mouth still latched onto me. One of
Edward's hands now rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing soft patterns there.

"Oh, God... that was... how did you..?" I was panting still, completely unable to form
thoughts, let alone sentences.

Edward bit back a chuckle, but did not stop what he was doing. Instead, his fingers
inched up, his mouth releasing me while his tongue remained unrelenting. I felt his
fingers hold back my folds, his licks moving upward until he reached my clit. Color
burst behind my eyelids and I almost bolted upright at the sudden shock of pleasure
I felt.

Edward's mouth latched onto my clit, his tongue flickering at it roughly. I was
thrashing my head back and forth, my hips writhing. Then Edward slid two fingers
inside of me, hitting their mark on the first try. I shouted hoarsely, my entire body
going rigid. I thought I was going to climax again. Edward let out another victorious
snarl as his fingers began to move within me in slow, rough strokes. His tongue kept
up the same thythm, the flat of it swiping forcefully against my clit in time with the
movements of his fingers.

I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take, my entire body was trembling, all
my muscles felt weak except the ones grasped reflexively around Edward's fingers.
My hands were still in Edward's hair, alternating between pulling at it and then trying
to push his head more tightly to me. I was panting, gasping, and crying out Edward's
name over and over until I could only make wordless shouts. Edward's fingers and
tongue became more insistant and unforgiving in their determination. He knew
exactly how close I was, even as I marvelled that I was going to be able to have
another orgasm so soon.

Edward snarled, his fingers thrusting rapidly a few times, causing me to scream once
more. That possessive snarl gained volume and resonance as he continued his short,
rough strokes within me until I finally tumbled into my climax, breathing his name
before I was no longer able to breathe at all. When I finally came down from my
bliss, Edward had removed his fingers and was gently lapping at my entrance again.

His hair was wet. So was mine, for that matter. It was raining. Now that I was aware
of my surroundings, I felt the icy drops pelting my heated skin. It felt incredible.

"When did it start raining?" I sat up as Edward crawled up my body, smiling his
crooked smile.
"About ten minutes ago."

He kissed me gently, then got up for a few seconds to build up the fire. The lid on
the firepit mercifully kept it from being put out. Edward returned to me, his fingers
slipping over my wet skin.

"You smell so good in the rain," Edward murmured, his head dipping to my neck so
that he could inhale the scent there before whispering in my ear:

"You taste even better. I could do that for days on end."

I shivered and blushed at Edward's words before responding.

"I would probably pass out eventually."

"You're probably right," Edward laughed exhuberantly. "I'm not even sure that would
stop me. You may find me still down there when you regained consciousness."

I grinned at Edward. "That seems like a great thing to wake up to," I said playfully,
my heartbeat finally settling a bit. Edward's eyes sparkled mischievously.

"I won't forget you said that, love."

I gasped, then fought off my other reactions to Edward's vow so that I could speak.

"And yet, you have forgotten that I was supposed to try something earlier," I arched
an eyebrow at him meaningfully.

"No, Bella, I did not forget, but I wanted to get my chance to taste you before you
made me lose my mind."

I grinned as wickedly as I could and tugged at his boxers, signalling him to remove
them. I blinked and they were gone, and Edward was still sitting in the exact same
position. I shivered as I was hit again with the perfection of him. With my memory
of last night, the effect was twice as powerful. I could still feel the way he felt inside
of me.

I climbed into Edward's lap wordlessly, my mischievous grin still evident as I leaned
in to kiss him passionately, my arms wrapping around his neck, and my body
pressed tightly to his. We were both breathless when I pulled back from his lips, my
eyes shining in anticipation. I silently asked Edward for permission to proceed. He
swallowed roughly and nodded.
Slowly, I kissed my way down his jaw to the very edge of his neck. I hesitated before
darting my tongue out to taste the skin there. My eyes glazed over as I heard
Edward's breath hitch. His skin tasted incredible. I gained a trance-like sense of
confidence, licking and sucking my way to the crux of Edward's neck.

He was moaning out loud now, gasping my name when I hit the exact spot I wanted.
I let the tip of my tongue trail patterns there, hoping to make the flesh more
sensitive. It seemed to work as Edward's gasps became punctuated by low growls, his
hands digging into my hips so tightly that it hurt. The slight pain felt delicious - it
spurred me on.

Gently, but with slight pressure, I raked my teeth over the area I had chosen.
Edward stiffened and stopped breathing. I felt him poised at my entrance, both of us
slick with the rain and my arousal. I closed my mouth over his neck and bit down,
hard. Edward let out a choked off snarl and slammed his hips down, thrusting
himself into me completely. I screamed into his neck, my teeth tightening in tandem
with my inner muscles.

As Edward exhaled sharply, he let out a hushed "Oh, God." I felt a cool rush of
pleasure within me as he thrust erratically a few more times. Edward's body went
completely still, save for his quick, ragged breathing. We both were wide-eyed in
shock at his instantaneous orgasm. Edward cleared his throat.

"That was... intense," he breathed, his shaky, velvet voice just over a whisper.

"That was awesome!" I exalted. I had never felt pride like this: possessive and
triumphant. I was jazzed, and more than a little turned on knowing how strongly I
could make Edward react at practically the drop of a hat.

Edward's eyes narrowed playfully, a snarl building slowly in his chest. My muscles
clenched around him reflexively. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head to
him roughly.

"Edward," I gasped quietly, knowing what was coming. A rush of arousal slicked my
already wet center. Edward gave me a wicked grin, finding his favorite spot inside of
me effortlessly as he leaned his lips to my ear.

"Mine," he snarled slowly, lovingly even.

Edward's name fell from my lips half a second before my entire body went taut. My
eyes were screwed shut, my mouth open in a silent scream as ny head fell back with
the reverent intensity of my orgasm. The only thought that entered my mind was that
I belonged to Edward completely. When I became aware of our surroundings again,
Edward had laid me back down, slowly working within me to give me pleasure while
soothing my tense inner muscles.

He was beaming lovingly at me, but his jaw was set in restraint and concentration. It
seemed like he was having difficulty keeping the lazy rhythm, yet enjoying the added
tension. He was moaning softly, shuddering with pleasure at each torturous stroke. I
began to move my hips in time with Edward, meeting him at every inward push. Our
pace built slowly, increasing in speed and force until my measured breaths turned to
sharp gasps. My inner muscles locked themselves around him.

"Bella," Edward whispered, his eyes burning into mine. He ran his hands over my
body, his fingers sliding easily across my rainslick skin. The rain poured down
harder as my head fell back, the cold drops stinging pleasurably on my fevered skin,
making my nipples tighten and my breath hitch.

Edward growled low in his chest, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts, his
thumbs grazing the hard nipples. My back arched as I cried out. Edward began to
pinch and roll them between his fingers in time with his thrusts within me.

"Edward... oh, please," I whispered between gasps. I could feel the tightening in the
pit of my stomach. Every thrust that Edward made only made it harder to hold back
the climax I knew was coming, yet it felt impossible to reach at the same time.
Edward grinned wickedly and put a little more force behind his movements without
increasing his speed.

"Please what, my love?" His voice was rough, but amused as he pinched a bit harder.

"I can't... I need you, please," I panted, my body writhing in pleasure as I tried to
speak my broken thoughts. I could not even think in complete sentences, yet alone
speak them.

Edward crushed his lips to mine, his thrusts and pinches never breaking rhythm. I
screamed as he snarled into the kiss, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

"Look at me, Bella," Edward murmured against my lips.

I opened my eyes wide, still lost in wave after wave of ecstasy. Edward's eyes were
black fire, intense and impossible to turn away from. He ran his tongue over my
lower lip.
"Mine," he snarled, and this time I could not even scream. I opened my mouth wide
in silence, my muscles clamping down on Edward tighter than ever, making him grit
his teeth, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"Bella," Edward whispered, his lips still grazing mine. I felt the cool rush of his
release as Edward wrapped his arms around my back tightly.

I could not have been more blissful than I was as we both came down from our
climaxes. Edward was laying on top of me, making sure not to crush me with his
weight. I ran my fingers through his hair gently as he peppered my neck with soft
kisses. Edward's arms were still wrapped tightly around me. I could have stayed this
way forever. The rain had faded into a gentle mist, but I hardly noticed.

Edward lifted his head to lock eyes with me. We both had matching, blissful grins
on our faces as we whispered "I love yous" to each other repeatedly. It was the kind
of mushy moment that would have made me gag in the past. We could not seem to
say the words enough, yet they didn't fully express how we felt.

I pulled Edward to me and kissed him slowly, reverently, knowing that kissing him
this way could explain my love far better than words. My lips caressed his intimately
while my tongue worshipped with his. I needed him to know how godlike he was,
how sacred. Edward seemed to be expressing the same things to me, but with a hint
of possessive awe. It rekindled all my desire, my need for him.

Eventually, Edward pulled back the smallest amount so that he could speak.

"We should get going soon, Bella," he whispered against my lips. He didn't sound
like he wanted to leave at all.

"I don't want to leave," I pouted, even though I knew he was probably right.

"You know I'll be staying all night in your room, silly girl," Edward chucked pulling a
strand of wet hair out of my face.

"But Charlie will be home tonight," I reminded him, exasperated. Then my eyes
widened as something finally occurred to me.

"Holy crow, our clothes! They're all wet."

"Alice has duplicates already stocked in my car. She kept her knowledge of what you
would wear from me, but let me know that underwear was included in the bags."
Edward grinned impishly. "I loved that matching set, by the way."

"I could tell," I grinned back at Edward.

My grin grew decidedly more mischievous as I purposely clenched my inner muscles

around Edward. It was like trying to squeeze marble. Edward pushed into me
reflexively, making me gasp, my head falling back.

"Bella, I have to get you home," Edward groaned, sliding in and out of me a few
more times before pulling out completely. We both moaned in protest before he
spoke again.

"You're making the task shockingly difficult."

I would have made more of a protest, but Edward was already putting out the
bonfire. I shivered as the cold weather finally started to affect me. Goosebumps
appeared all over my skin, my nipples so taut they hurt. Edward wrapped his wet
shirt around me, slipping my arms through the sleeves before fastening the buttons.

"This may not keep you warm, but at least you won't have to be naked on the trip
back to the car," he explained. He pulled on his rain-heavy slacks, then bundled up
our other clothes in the crate with the portable firepit.

I got up and started attempting to fold the blankets. They were dripping wet, and
they took a great deal of effort to work with. Edward stopped me and used all his
strength to beat them against a tree. Water flew off of them in waves, and within
seconds they were almost dry and completely folded.

Edward finished packing up and then came back to me, wrapping one arm around
my waist, his other hand coming up to cup my face.

"I like seeing my shirt on you," he said, his eyes flickering between love and
amusement.

"I think you should sleep in it."

The hand at my back snaked under the shirt and slid up to the front, his fingers
running delicately against the underside of my left breast. I nodded mutely, trying to
steady my breathing. Edward's eyes blazed momentarily before his lips descended
on mine, his kiss pushing for as much passion as he could get before he had to pull
away. It reminded me of the way I used to kiss him when he was still trying to guard
his control.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but it was still too soon when Edward finally
pulled back, his breathing ragged. I was dizzy, his breath still running through my
blood, making it hard to think. Edward chuckled and lifted me onto his back.

"Hang on tight, my love. You look like you're going to fall over," Edward teased,
lifting the heavy crate with ease. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"I could biteyou again, Edward," I said, trying to sound threatening. I could only
sound breathless in the aftermath of the kiss. Edward just laughed harder.

"That was incredibly adorable," Edward said, amusement sill coloring his voice. "My
little tiger-kitten."

I frowned a bit in confusion, as Edward had never called me anything besides "love"
or "my love" until now. I decided not to question it though. It was an acceptable
nickname. Regardless, I couldn't help myself.

"I can be threatening when I want to," My own voice was as amused as his.

"Ah, yes: the wrath that will put grizzlies to shame. Maybe if I'd infuriated you
further, I would have pushed those ridiculous boundaries a bit more," Edward was
grinning as he set me down by his Volvo.

"I have the feeling, the way things were going that night, that you would have
immediately moved out of Charlie's house so that you could stay in my bed."

"I'm considering that now," I said, knowing he was right on the mark with that
statement.

"I had a hard enough time without you today."

"As did I, my love," Edward whispered, running his hand across my temple, down
my jaw to my chin. I shivered lightly at his touch.

"Let me get those dry clothes and start the heater," Edward suggested. Dry clothing
and a warm car were starting to sound like a good plan. We walked around to the
trunk so that Edward could put the crate back in before starting the car and grabbing
the bags of clothing from the backseat. I wasn't surprised that I had not noticed them
earlier: I was usually too distracted by Edward's presence to even glance anywhere
else.

Edward was fully changed in practically the blink of an eye, looking exactly as put
together as he had when he picked me up, except for his wet hair. I put my
underwear on before unbuttoning his wet shirt and rummaging for the fresh bra I
knew was in the bag. I heart Edward growl low in his chest.

"What?" I asked, turning to look at him. I was wearing his shirt completely open and
the wind blew the right side away, exposing my breast. Edward's hands snaked under
the shirt, holding my hips.

"Utterly indecent," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss me deeply. I reacted in

kind, my fingers tangling in his hair tightly. Before long, he had me pinned against
the side of the car, every line of his body matched to mine. Edward made another
low growl as I moaned into his mouth. It didn't matter that we just finished making
love less than half an hour again. I still wanted Edward as badly as I had after hours
of being without him.

Edward pulled back suddenly, stepping several feet away from me. I was dizzy,
gasping for breath, and utterly confused.

"What's wrong, Edward?" I freaked out for a few moments, afraid the last two nights
had only been a dream. Edward came back to me instantly, caressing my face.

"Nothing is wrong, Bella," he said soothingly. It was impossible not to believe him.

"However, I had to reign myself in before we ended up making love again and
missing your curfew."

Edward smiled my favorite, crooked smile, and I realized he was right. I knew I
would not have stopped, and he, obviously, did not want to either.

"I still need my dry clothes before we go anywhere," I reminded him. He was only
inches away from me as I slowly removed his wet shirt and tossed it into the trunk.

"You really are the most dangerous creature I have ever met," Edward said. His eyes
had turned black instantly.

I grinned as mischievously as I could before turning around to grab the rest of my

clothes. As I bent over to pull my skirt up, I heard Edward get into the car. I looked
at him in the rearview mirror curiously. Edward smirked widely before answering my
unasked question.

"I decided it was best. Your back side looks exceptional in the underwear you have
on. We never would have made your curfew if I didn't get in the car."

I blushed deeply at Edward's forward compliment and finished dressing as quickly as

possible, deciding to put my boots on in the car. Inside, the car was blessedly warm,
instantly relaxing the way my muscles always tensed up in the cold. I held my hands
in front of the vents, knowing they needed to have a little direct heat.

The ride home was fairly silent, and I had the feeling that if we started a
conversation it would probably end up with Edward making some ridiculous, Indy-
500 style turn toward his house instead of back to mine. The atmosphere in the car
was very similar to the electric current we had felt on movie day in biology class that
first year we met. Except this was infinitely more excruciating. We held each others'
hand, our fingers twined tightly together. We were both grinning, remembering that
day in class and the night's previous events.

When Edward stopped outside my house he turned to me, taking my hand in both
of his. My engagement ring glinted under the street light. I tried to tell myself that I
didn't wince because I was distracted by the feeling of Edward's hands around mine.

"I would not be able to let you leave this car if I couldn't come back for the night,"
Edward said, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"I say we make a break for it and drive back to your house instead," I teased,
although I was half serious. Edward pulled me close to him, a low growl in his chest.

"Don't tempt me, Bella. Charlie would never forgive me, and I'm already having a
hard time remembering why that would be such a bad thing."

Instead of answering him, I pulled myself forward, kissing Edward with as much
passion as I could. Edward responded back with equal force, his arms wrapping
tightly around me. If the car engine had still been on, I probably would have
switched gears with my body as I slid closer to Edward. By the time Edward pulled
away, I had my fingers tangled in his hair and Edward's hands were under the back
of my shirt.

"It's not like he could actually kill you, Edward," I joked, not even loosening my grip
on him. He didn't seem to be letting me go either.
"No, but he may try to ship you off to Florida to live with your mother, which would
not be acceptable for either of us."

I rolled my eyes as Edward finally released his hold on me. I begrudgingly grabbed
my jacket off the back of the passenger seat, knowing I'd need it as soon as the car
door opened.

"Go inside, Bella. I'll be back in ten minutes." Edward gently kissed my forehead.

"That's too long. I wish I could just spend the night over there," I pouted.

"Soon enough, my love," Edward reassured me. "However the longer you put off
getting out of my car tonight, the longer it will be before I am lying beside you again."
Edward cupped my face reverently, a small smile breaking in the corner of his lips.

"Fine, I'm going," I sighed. I kissed him quickly and turned away before I could
make myself stay. I was instantly assaulted with the discomfort of the chill night air as
I opened the car door. I shivered and got out quickly, looking longlingly at Edward
before shutting the door and walking back to the house.

When I got in, I took my boots off and set them by the door to dry. Charlie was still
waiting up for me, even though I was half an hour past my flexible curfew. He tried
to play off the fact that he'd stayed up by conjuring up the football game he had on
the television. I tried not to roll my eyes, noting that the colors of the uniforms didn't
match any of the teams Charlie usually watched.

After another ten minutes of answering Charlie's typical questions ("Did you have
fun?" "What did you guys do tonight?"), most of which I answered with bold-faced
lies and red cheeks, I told him I was going to bed and went up to my room.

Edward was already on my bed, his shirt in his hand instead of on his body. He held
it out to me expectantly. I took it and grinned.

"It's probably not a good idea to come out of the bathroom wearing your shirt with
Charlie still awake, so you may want to avert your eyes while I change," I advised him
jokingly.

"Why exactly would I want to cheat myself out of that vision anymore?" Edward
looked completely relaxed sitting on my bed, talking about me removing my clothing
as casually as he would have asked me what movie I wanted to watch. He arched an
eyebrow in amusement.
"Especially when I could just take your clothes off myself."

"Uh... Charlie... downstairs?" There went my ability to think properly. Edward came
over to me instantly, his eyes burning black again.

"It seems as though you are intoxicated by my presence again. I suppose that means
I have a responsibility to remove your clothing for you now, since you are currently
incapable." He didn't give me a chance to protest as he kissed me, his hands running
under my shirt, pushing it up slowly until he had to break the kiss to pull it over my
arms and head.

"You know, this is really unfair, Edward," I muttered, undoing my bra as quickly as
possible. I waited to actually take it off until Edward's eyes were on my torso again.
Edward cleared his throat as I slowly removed the bra, dropping it on the floor.

"What's unfair?" He asked, his hands trailed to my hips, sliding my skirt off with
ease.

"With Charlie still awake, we can't do anything, even though I really want to," I
complained, pulling Edward's shirt on, and leaving it unbuttoned for the moment.

"Then you should stop actually trying to tempt me," Edward grinned. "It's one thing
when you're just tempting by being yourself, but it's a decidedly evil thing when you
actually tempt me on purpose."

I rolled my eyes and buttoned his shirt up before removing my underwear and
crawling into bed. Edward growled low in his chest and got into bed with me in the
same second.

"See? Evil temptress," he growled quietly in my ear as his hand grazed gently up my
bare thigh. I shivered in pleasure, using all my will not to push my hips forward and
into his. I took a shaky breath before speaking.

"So... any plans for tomorrow?" I arched an eyebrow at Edward, fighting off my
reactions to the way his fingers were tracing patterns on my thigh.

"I can think of a few. However, I believe it's going to be exceptionally sunny and
warm tomorrow." Edward smiled broadly, a slight hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Would you mind going back to our meadow?"

My heart about stopped at the prospect. Seeing Edward naked in the sun was
ridiculously tempting.

"Not at all. Although, if you'd like to do that during the day, I should probably get
some sleep," I grinned smugly as Edward sighed in frustration, removing his hand
from my thigh so that he could wrap his arm around my waist gently.

"Sleep well, my love. We have a long day ahead of us," Edward murmured in my
ear, and I could not help the way I shuddered at the implications he made.

As Edward pulled the blankets up more tightly around me, I curled up even closer
to him, listening to his voice pick up in volume as he hummed what sounded like
my lullaby. I listened carefully for a few moments, noting that there was a new
harmony to it that seemed so much stronger, so much more sweet.

"It's different," I tried to say, not realizing that I was already half-asleep.

"I created a new one. It's not a lullaby, but it works well with the original," Edward
whispered near my ear before continuing the melody where he left off.

I might have said "okay" after his explination, but I was asleep before I could be sure
I heard my voice or not.