A/N: I'm just gonna jump right into the excuses, if you don't mind: Sorry, friends. I had a break and then I was reading a lot and my brain just went in the opposite direction of this story for a bit. The next update WILL NOT take as long. That's a promise.

Thanks to rosellebec for going above and beyond in her prereading duties and for offering endless support when my inspiration meter was measuring out at zero. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable from the Twilight series. Brady and Lola, however, are my creations and I do love them so.

Chapter 16 – Sexy Talk and Sexy Time

Bella

"I just can't believe that Em was able to keep his mouth shut that long. It's completely out of character for him."

Rose quirked her eyebrow and smiled. "It actually wasn't that hard to convince him to comply. I just threatened to remove his character with a pair of dull scissors if he told anyone before I was ready." Alice and I laughed and then Rose grew more serious. "I did feel bad, though. The minute we found out about it, he wanted to call you. I've just been wary, you know? I was so afraid that something would go wrong."

"I get it, Rose, and I promise there are no hard feelings. I'm just so happy for you guys. And for the fact that this kid is gonna have a kickass aunt." I grinned and took a bite of my lunch.

"I can't argue with that," she replied, her smile genuine.

"Well, I for one am not happy," Alice chimed in. "You both are making me feel like a jealous old hag, and I'm not even 25! I can't believe that I'm going to be the only one without a kid now."

Rose laughed. "You could always change that. All you need is a safety pin and a few strategically poked holes, if you know what I mean."

We all snickered and Alice nodded. "Very true. Although, ideally, I'd like Jasper and I to have longer than 9 months to bone before ruining my sex life, because God knows neither of us will wanna do it for a while after the massacre that is childbirth happens down there."

I snorted and covered my face in bewilderment of her words. "First off, Ally, bone? Really? And second of all…you're right. I've seen it firsthand and it is a massacre among massacres. There's blood and a few other bodily fluids flying everywhere. It's not pretty."

"Gah, guys, come on! I still have 6 months left to obsess over this. I'd like to keep living in my fantasy world where I imagine that I don't gain more than 10 pounds and that a stork magically poofs the baby out at the end."

Alice set down her sandwich and grew serious. "Alright, then. I call for a change of topic. Actually, it's not really a change considering we were just talking about boning…" She trailed off purposefully and gave me what I call her 'mischievous eyes'.

I immediately turned red and looked down at my food. "Alice," I whined.

"No, it's not just her. I'm actually curious about this as well," Rose added. Traitor!

"About what? Nothing's happened yet, and even if it had, since when is this subject something that I'm comfortable discussing?"

"What are you talking about? We talk about sex all the time," Alice disagreed.

"No, you talk about you having sex all the time. I'm just an unfortunate bystander who is forced to listen. Outside of me telling you when I lost my virginity, which I still regret doing, I've never been one to disclose that information willingly."

Alice shrugged. "Well, I don't know. It's been about a billion years since you've gotten any; I figured maybe you might have changed your ways."

Alice and Rose laughed at my expense and I flicked them off for good measure. "Very funny. Just for that, I'm not going to tell you when Edward and I have sex. So there," I added childishly.

"Seriously though, Bella," Rose began, "it's been, what, four weeks since you guys have been together?"

"Five," I muttered.

"Five weeks and the most you have to show for it is a little hickey on the side of your neck."

My hand flew to my neck. "Fuck, really? Is it super noticeable? I have to go back to work after this!"

Alice held up her hand to stop me from freaking out. "Chill, chica. You can barely see it. Back to the point: what we're asking is, why? Is there a reason nothing's happened yet?" Her eyes grew wide. "Do you think he's…?" She held up her thumb and pointer finger close together.

I smacked her hand away and scowled. "No, he's not! Just…shut up. I don't want to talk about this."

"But do you know for sure, Bella? Like, really know?"

"Yes, I know! We haven't had sex but we've done stuff, and I just...know, okay? I know." Unfortunately my voice raised a few decibels during that speech and now people were staring at us.

Alice's eyes grew wide. "Like, under the clothes type stuff?"

"No, but..." I trailed off. How was I supposed to say that I could tell, even over top of clothes, from the few occasions where things got...exciting...that he definitely has no issues in that department? That would get Alice even more riled up. "Trust me, okay?"

Rose chuckled. "Alright, calm down now. We'll stop talking about your sex life. Or lack thereof..." I huffed in response and she and Alice giggled. "But tell us what you have been doing. Not the sexy stuff, but the other fun stuff that comes with new relationships."

This I can do. I shrugged, but couldn't help my smile from appearing. "We've just been hanging out a lot and getting to know each other. He's so nice, and considerate, and funny, and he never questions the weird things I do, and sometimes he gets adorably shy and rambles and then other times he's obnoxiously confident and a complete smartass, but an oddly tolerable one. He's so, so great with the twins and they are completely infatuated with him, and…I don't know. I really like him."

Alice smiled and hugged my arm. "I'm really glad, Bella. I know I tease you, but I'm happy that you've found someone who's nice and who cares enough to feel things out before jumping your hot ass."

"Likewise," I replied, referring to Jasper. I smiled and shook my head. "And you know, it's not like all we do is play with my kids and eat meals together," I defended. "Things have gotten heated, but it's hard with the twins always being with us. Not that either of us doesn't want them there, but you know what I'm saying. The few times that we have had alone were only long enough for some sexual innuendos and a lot of making out. "

"So what you're saying is that you do want to have sex with Edward?" asked Alice.

"What I'm saying is that I don't not want to have sex with Edward."

"Well then I have the perfect solution for you!" Rose exclaimed. "How about Emmett and I keep the twins overnight on Friday? That will give you plenty of time to seal the deal."

I cringed. "Ugh, no. Then it would be all weird when I come to pick them up because you'd know I had just had sex and you'd get that 'you just had sex' look and then Emmett would notice and it'd get even more uncomfortable."

"Okay, first, you're seriously over thinking this, second, I promise you I won't act weird, and third, you're giving your brother way too much credit if you think he'd notice something like that."

I bit my lip to mull it over for a few seconds.

"Come on, Bella. Take her up on this. You guys need some time to connect without having to worry about getting interrupted by your crazy kids."

I chuckled and sighed. "I'll think about it. Let me talk to Edward first and see if he's even free."

Alice raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, he'll be free. Trust me."

Damn little pixie…

…

"Are you sure you don't need help, hot stuff?" Edward asked, coming up behind me to wrap his arms around my front and kiss my cheek.

I giggled at his ridiculous nickname and laid my head back against his shoulder. "I'm sure. I just need to finish the main part of the poster tonight and then I can add the little details tomorrow while the kids are napping. You've done enough by keeping them entertained for me."

"Okay, if you're sure." He squeezed my sides lightly and then walked back over to help the twins finish their own art project on the table. "So are you always the person who's responsible for making the display posters at the store?"

"No," I said, gluing on another letter, "but the girl that quit a few weeks ago was, and the new hire claims that if he were to do it people would be more repulsed by it than attracted."

"Was apulsed mean, Ma?" Lola asked.

"Repulsed means to be disgusted or grossed out by something," I explained.

"Oh," she said with a thoughtful look on her face. "I apulsed from Grapaw's feet."

Edward and I burst out laughing and Lola smiled in satisfaction that she amused us, even if she had no idea why.

Edward put his hand up for a high-five and Lola smacked it. "Great job using a new word in a sentence, sweetie. I don't think some of my 3rd graders could have done that yet."

"What can I say? She's pretty much a genius," I replied proudly, while simultaneously reeling on the inside that Edward called her 'sweetie'. His nicknames for us were becoming more common and every one was said with obvious affection in his voice.

Brady lifted up his paper. "I done wit my picture."

I looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting close to their bedtime. "That looks awesome, Brady-bug. I'm almost finished here and then we'll get jammies on, okay?"

Edward stood up and started to clean up the table of art supplies. "I'll get their jammies on."

"That's nice, but you don't have to. I'm almost done."

He grinned at me while continuing to clean up. "I know I don't have to, missy. I want to. Plus, I've gotta take stock of what type of PJs you're buying them. I'm going to have to do some serious shopping if I see that Brady has more Batman than Spiderman in his closet."

"I can already tell you that he does."

"Travesty!" he exclaimed, and then he picked up the giggling twins and ran up the stairs with them.

What a goofball.

…

After Edward got them ready and then helped me put them to bed, we walked back into the kitchen and I hopped onto the counter, contemplating how I was going to bring up Rose's Friday plans.

Edward walked closer and stood between my legs. "I really like these," he said, poking the reading glasses that I still had on from when I was working on the poster.

"You dig nerdy?"

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I dig nerdy Bella."

I giggled and kissed him once. "I don't know that nerdy has ever been a quality of mine. I didn't even finish college."

He pulled back a bit with a curious expression. "I didn't know you went to college."

I shrugged and looked down, a little embarrassed by my lack of education. "After high school, I took a semester off to work and save money, and then I enrolled in community college to get my pre-reqs out of the way. I had just finished up my first year a few months before the twins were born."

"Huh," he replied, moving to hop on the counter next to me. "Do you ever think about going back to get a degree?"

I twisted so that my legs were in his lap and then leaned back against the side of the fridge. "I don't know. I originally planned to transfer to UDub to graduate, but I wouldn't do that now. It's too far away."

He nodded. "What about going back to community college to get your Associate's degree?"

"Maybe. Sometimes I play with the idea of enrolling part-time. Not until the kids are a little older, though."

He hummed thoughtfully and leaned forward to kiss my shoulder. "I think you'd like that."

I reached up and tapped lightly under his chin. "Hey, what are you doing Friday?"

"Very important things. Why?"

I smiled at his sarcasm. "Um…the twins are spending the night with Emmett and Rosalie. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out."

He didn't say anything for what felt like forever, but then he pecked my lips and said, "Yeah. That sounds great."

I felt my shoulders relax in relief that the asking part was at least over. "Okay."

"You want me to make reservations in Port Angeles?"

"Sure. We could do that."

He kissed my cheek one more time and then leaned back fully. "Alright, I'll call tomorrow. I should probably head home, though. I've gotta be at work early tomorrow to prepare for conferences."

We both hoped off of the counter and I walked him to the door.

…

I got off of work a little early on Friday so that I could spend some quality time with Brady and Lola before I dropped them off at Emmett's. I felt a little strange leaving them since this would only be the second night they'd spent away from me, but they were jumping off the walls in excitement so I wasn't too worried.

When I walked inside their house, Rose stopped in her tracks and whistled. "Damn, girl. You look good."

"You don't think it's too much?" I chose to wear a snug, dark blue dress that ended about mid-thigh and heels, and then I left my hair down but put in some loose curls.

"Not at all. She's a sexy mamasita, huh, guys?"

The twins nodded absently and ran off to play.

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down, trouble twins," I heard Emmett say from from the hall. "Give your uncle some love." After a few seconds he walked in, sans Brady and Lola, and put his arm around Rose. "Hey, B. What are you all dressed up for?"

"Edward and I are going out. Thanks for keeping the kids, by the way."

"Absolutely. Although, I hope you know that when the little one's born," he patted Rose's stomach, "we fully expect the favor to be returned."

Rose smacked his chest. "God, Em. It's not even here yet and you're already making plans to send it off?"

"I'm just kidding, jeez." He walked over and kissed my cheek. "You look beautiful, baby sis. Have fun tonight."

"Thanks," I replied, smiling.

After leaving, I drove straight to Edward's because he had parent/teacher conferences after school and would have to run home to get ready, so we planned to leave from his house.

When I got there, I walked right in (per his request) and headed to find him. "Edward?"

"Bella?" I heard him call from the hallway.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you ready to go?"

I heard some shuffling and then Edward rushed out of the hallway with his toothbrush hanging from his mouth and a towel around his waist. Well hello, wet naked chest. Very nice to see you.

I tried to keep my ogling to a minimum and cleared my throat. "What's going on? Am I early?" I pulled out my cell phone to confirm what time it was. Nope, 7:10. I'm actually a little late.

"No, no, you're not. I'm so sorry. I'm just running really behind. The last parent conference went an hour over the allotted time and I couldn't just kick them out. I kept dropping hints left and right but they would not shut up."

"Oh, that's okay. Don't worry about it."

"I tried to call you to give you a heads up, but I dropped my phone in a puddle running to the parking lot and had to pull the battery out to let it dry." After he finished talking, he went back to brushing his teeth while he waited for my response.

I walked closer to him and pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth, smiling. "Hey, why don't you slow down and we can just hang out here instead?"

"No, it's fine. We can still make our reservation if I hurry."

"Yeah, maybe. But why rush when we don't have to? This way you'll have time to chill out a little and I can just make dinner."

He sighed. "But…are you sure? I mean, you got all ready to go out and you look…" he scanned down my body for the first time and his eyes grew wide, "…amazing. I don't want you to be disappointed if we don't go."

"Thank you. And I promise you I'm not disappointed. I'm actually pretty excited at the prospect of being able to take off these shoes." I tapped the heel of my shoe against the floor and smirked at him.

He looked unsure but then sighed again. "Okay. If you promise you don't mind…"

"I don't mind." I stepped closer, setting my hand against his bare chest as I kissed once under his chin. "Now, go get dressed, mister. I can't bear to look at you without a shirt on any longer."

He laughed and stepped back. "Whatever. Don't think I didn't catch you checking me out." I bit my lip and turned around, quickly walking back into the living room to avoid answering him. "Admit it, woman!" he yelled to my retreating form.

"You're delusional!"

…

When Edward emerged from his room 20 minutes later, I had already made the salad and was almost finished with the homemade mac and cheese. He didn't have a ton of food to work with, but I made do and I thought everything looked pretty delicious, considering. Especially Edward when he walked into the kitchen.

"How do you always manage to find something in my cupboards and turn it into an actual, non-microwavable meal?"

I laughed. "I don't know. Years of living with two men that eat everything in the house, I guess. I learned the importance of scrounging."

He walked up to me and stopped the stirring I was doing by putting his hand over mine. "Can I give you a proper hello now?"

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine. I felt his tongue make its way across my lower lip and then slowly slide into my mouth, causing an involuntary shiver ran down my spine.

"Hello," he said once he pulled away.

"Hello." I let my head fall into his neck and inhaled. "You smell really good." I couldn't help myself from kissing the area that I just smelled and his response was to push into me with his lower body. "Are you ready to eat?" I whispered against his neck, and then bit it gently just to be playful. And hopefully drive him a little crazy.

He growled lowly and stepped back with a look that suggested I should stop what I was doing if we wanted to get any real eating done. "Yes. Let's eat."

"I was trying to."

He rubbed his face and then motioned for me to spin around and head to the table, and I giggled and complied.

Dinner was a simple affair. We mostly talked about what we did that day. He told me about the mother who pinched his ass and smirked before following her husband out of the room, and I teased him about it mercilessly and accused him of leading her on.

"I did not," he defended, and I raised my eyebrow jokingly. "I didn't! All we did was talk about her son the whole time. I barely even looked at her because every time I did she'd wink."

"So you were playing hard to get, huh?"

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yeah, whatever. And on top of that, somehow word got to her that I play piano and she asked if I'd be willing to give her son lessons every week."

"That's actually pretty cool. What'd you say?"

"I told her that I'm really busy right now but that I'd think about it and get back to her. Normally I'd jump at the chance because Jack is a great kid and I've wanted to get into teaching piano, but I'm not so sure having to deal with her every time she picks him up and drops him off would be worth it."

I nodded absently and continued eating. I imagined what it'd be like to watch Edward play piano, or to watch him teach Brady or Lola to play when they get a little bit older, and the images made me irrationally happy.

"Why are you smiling?"

I jerked my head toward him and felt my face grow a little hot. I hadn't realized that I was smiling until he pointed it out. "Oh, I was just…I kind of want to watch you play."

It was his turn to blush. He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "You can, if you want to."

My face lit up. "Right now?"

"I…I guess. I mean, finish eating first."

I jumped out of my seat and went to grab his hand. "I'm done. Let's go."

He chuckled at my eagerness but agreed and led me into the hallway toward the room with his piano. Once in the room, he dropped my hand and walked over to the piano, sitting down on the bench.

I stayed where he left me by the door wondering where I was supposed to go. Why this was making me nervous, I had no idea, but it was.

"What are you doing?" he asked, peeking over his shoulder and grinning.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Well, you could keep fidgeting there by the door, or you could come here and sit next to me on the bench. Whichever you prefer."

I pretended to think it over. "I am a pretty fantastic fidgeter."

"That's not a word, silly girl. Come here." He crooked his finger at me and I finally walked over to him. Once I was sitting on the bench and his side was touching mine, my nerves calmed a little. He looked over at me and smiled and I couldn't make myself look away from his face as he began the first notes of...Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?

He finished the 10-second song and then looked up expectantly and I furrowed my brows. "Seriously?"

He started laughing and bumped my shoulder. "No, not seriously." He took a deep breath and blew it out and then began playing, for real this time.

His playful mood created one of my own, though, so before he could really get going on the song I flicked one of his fingers off of the key it was on. He chuckled, starting over and this time I played a few notes on my side that were completely out of synch with his.

He huffed and turned towards me. "Isabella Swan, do you want me to make magic happen or not?"

I laughed at him and then grew mock serious, scrunching up my eyebrows. "Yes, I do. So quit messing around and get to it, mister." I adjusted myself so that I was sitting on my knees and kissed him once on the cheek before settling back to my side.

He smiled, shaking his head, and then started playing, and it really was magic.

His eyes were closed and his back was straight and his fingers caressed the keys flawlessly. I could feel the vibrations from the piano running through me; every low note slowed my heart down and every high one sped it right back up again.

I let my eyelids flutter closed and began putting pictures to the unhurried, beautiful music he was creating. Unsurprisingly, all of the images my brain was generating involved Edward: him sitting on the bench in the park that first day I met him and watching him walk up to me with that adorable half-grin; the way he laughed when he caught me dancing in the kitchen and the way he cried when he first heard the story of the twins' adoption; how his face lights up whenever he sees me, Brady, and Lola after even a small absence.

Then the song took on a darker, sultrier tone and the pictures in my head followed suit: the face he makes, all calm and peaceful, whenever I kiss just under his chin; the way his head falls into my neck every time I reach around and run my fingers through the hair on the back of his head; how he looked hovering over me on his couch with his forearms making a cage around my head and his legs tangled with mine.

As the song was coming to an end I realized that my breathing had become heavier and I was clutching my knees so hard that my knuckles were turning white.

I was completely and indisputably, one-hundred percent turned on.

After he was finished I felt him shift on the bench but I kept my eyes closed, half of me afraid of what I'd do if I opened them and half of me really, really wanting to open them.

"Bella?"

"Hm?"

I felt his hand on my cheek and chanced opening my eyes. The look in his eyes could only be described as intense. "What'd you think?"

I lifted up higher on my knees and let my mouth hover right over top of his. "I liked it. A lot."

He was quick to close the distance, and it only took about 30 seconds for things to go from slow and sweet to fast and frenzied. I ended up straddling him on the bench and he was running his hands up and down my exposed thighs methodically.

He pulled away gently and began a slow ascent of kisses, starting from right above the top of my dress and ending at the spot just below my ear. It felt so good that I could barely stand it, and then when he lightly bit my earlobe I literally lost all sense of self-control and bucked against him roughly.

Unfortunately, he wasn't prepared for that, and in my lapse of self-control I accidentally threw us off of the careful balance we had been maintaining on the piano bench.

"Holy fuck!" I screeched as he fell backwards onto the floor, bringing me with him. Our ending positions were nothing short of comical: Edward, lying on his back with his legs propped on the bench and me, a leg on each side of him bracing myself with my forearms next to his head.

"That," he breathed, "was highly dangerous. Were you trying to kill me, missy?"

I let out a breathy giggle and pushed back so that I was essentially sitting on his torso. "Are you okay? Your heart's beating a mile a minute." I could tell because my hand was resting over top of it.

He wiggled around until he was able to kick off of the bench and sit up, causing me to slide down and into his lap. "It was doing that before we fell," he said with a smirk. "But yes, I'm okay. You?"

The combination of his smirk and the fact that I was sitting directly on a part of him that I had yet to be closely acquainted with made me lose focus, so instead of answering I kissed him.

He responded right away and we picked up seamlessly from where we left off before the Great Piano Bench Fall of 2011, as I began to call it in my head.

After a few more minutes, though, I could feel an achiness starting to creep into my knees where they landed on the floor and I knew that were going to bruise tomorrow. I can only imagine what Rose and Alice will think. Using amazing self-restraint, I pulled away with a sigh.

Edward looked momentarily confused. "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this."

"Oh." His face instantly registered hurt and he started to scoot back to separate us.

I clutched his shirt and shook my head quickly. "No, no. That was worded badly. I meant that I can't do this here, on the floor. My knees are starting to hurt."

I immediately had to suppress the urge to say 'That's what she said', and was surprised to find Edward with a look on his face suggesting he was doing the same. With matching grins, he lifted me up by my waist so that I could stand and then followed suit right after.

Once we were both standing, things started to get slightly awkward. I could tell that Edward was still grappling with my earlier comment even though I told him I didn't mean it that way, so I mustered up as much confidence as I could, grabbed his hand, smiled, and then sauntered out the door and in the direction of his room, pulling him along.

I could feel his eyes on me as I continued walking and it was driving me crazy, so the moment we stepped in his room I whipped around and attacked him against the door. I ran my hands through his freshly washed hair and he inched his fingers down my spine, pressing me tightly against him and yet I still didn't feel close enough.

When my need to make love to his mouth was sufficiently satisfied, I pulled away breathlessly and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once off, the floodgates opened and we took turns stripping each other of our clothes, torturing the other in any way we could. Him running his lips over my shoulder as he pulled the straps of my dress down, me sliding my fingers along the tip of his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Bella," he growled, "you're…I need…"

Predictably, once my fingers were no longer at the tip of his boxers but inside them, he lost his train of thought.

When there was nothing left but hands and lips and skin and raging hormones left between us, he walked us backwards and followed me closely as I inched across the bed.

Once we were settled, there was a moment of silence and then he spoke, quiet and intense. "Bella…you're pretty much everything I could have ever hoped for." He looked away self-consciously and chuckled. "I know that sounds like a horrible pick-up line, but I…I honestly don't know how I got lucky enough to..." he sighed, "to be someone you would want to be with."

I stared at him, wondering in awe how he could come up with such thoughtful, sweet words when I was literally almost to the point of forgetting what day it was.

Instead of ruining the moment with my stuttering, incomprehensible thoughts, I chose to wrap my arms around his neck and show him how much he meant to me with every part of my being.

…

I could feel the sunlight shining in through the window and turned my head away from it and into Edward's neck. I was just about to fall back asleep when I felt Edward reaching under the bottom of my (or his, I guess) shirt and ghosting the tip of his nail across my stomach. "Edward," I whined, "stop it. That tickles." I wiggled but his nail kept crawling up along my torso.

He shifted a little so that his head was closer to mine and then hummed lazily. "Stop what?"

I rolled my eyes even though I knew he wouldn't see it because, you know, they were still closed. "Whatever you're doing with your finger on my stomach. I wanna sleeeeeeep."

His voice was rough and sleep-filled when he finally answered. "Bella, my finger is nowhere near your stomach."

"What? Oh my God!" I flung the covers off of me and jumped out of the bed screaming. "Is it a spider? What is it? Is it a spider? It better not be a fucking spider! Kill the spider, Edward! Kill it!"

I finally stopped bouncing around and looked back at Edward, who was holding back a laugh and had one single finger hanging precariously over the spot that I had just vacated.

My jaw dropped and he busted out laughing. "You asshole! I…you…I was so comfortable and you just…and now I'm all…" I trailed off, realizing that I wasn't making sense and that he couldn't hear me over his guffaws anyway. Instead, I stood there with a scowl on my face until his laughter died off.

"Okay. I'm half sorry but half not because whatever you just did right there was one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

I had to work hard to suppress my smile because damn it he's adorable but he was not getting away with this. "I do not accept your half-assed apology. And good luck getting me to spend the night ever again, because if there's one thing I don't tolerate it's people messing with my sleep. Not even a scruffy, sexy Edward in just his boxers."

He climbed out of bed and walked over to me, wrapping his warm arms around my body and pulling me tight against him. "Forgive me?" I shook my head stubbornly. "If I had known that I was risking the opportunity to cuddle you all night I never would have done it."

With that I was adequately charmed and lifted up on my tiptoes to kiss along his jaw. "Fine. You're forgiven, but don't let it happen again." I grabbed his hands that were on my sides and interlaced our fingers, grinning up at him. Now that my sleepiness had worn off, I couldn't deny that I was positively giddy this morning.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" he asked, burying his face in my neck and sucking on the skin above my pulse point.

My breath hitched and I squeezed his hands. "No. We have to…I gotta get ready so I can go pick-up the twins." I moaned when I felt him growing hard against my stomach. "Um…can I use your shower?"

He shook his head against my neck and continued his assault on my skin while one of his hands began unbuttoning the bottom of my shirt. "No, ma'am."

My head lulled to the side and my forehead fell against his chest. "Can we use your shower?"

This time he nodded and reached around me, gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me off the ground. I squeaked a little and then his mouth was on mine and he was walking us to his adjoining bathroom and I didn't want to assume, but I was pretty sure that he was pretty giddy himself.

A/N: So hey. *awkward pause* I know a lot of you are wondering about the whole Tanya call thing, but that will be explored in the next chapter. Was this okay as a distraction at least?

Second order of business: I want every single one of you to stop what you're doing and go read camoozle's fic titled Water Landing, because it's fucking awesome, and partly the reason for why it took me so long to update because I've been reading the shit out of it. Like, multiple times and everything. I'm a tad obsessed. And before you get squirrely and immediately decide not to read it because it doesn't specify a couple, know that it IS Edward and Bella and that I wouldn't rec it to you if it weren't awesomesauce.

I'm sending my love to each and every one of you, so open your windows in 3-5 days so that you can receive it.