First, let me apologize to all of you for the long wait. I hadn't forgotten this story, but I kinda drifted away from it for a bit. Too much things were going on at the time and my othe story took over. Thank you for sticking by me, at least, I hope you're all still here.

Disclaimer: All things Twilight, belong to SM. The plot, however, is mine.

Chapter Seventeen

Sleeping arrangements had been sorted, and both parties were mutually and blissfully satisfied. Bella found herself looking forward to bedtime, because no matter what Peter was doing during the day, he always made sure that it was finished by six the evening.

They would share dinner; sometimes he cooked or she did, other times they would just just order in. Tonight was one of those order in nights as Peter had alerted her that the storm they had been expecting was fast approaching. Bella didn't mind, because she wasn't alone. Peter made sure to have his boat docked and checked every single window in the house, and then some.

"Peter," Bella said plating the Thai food. "You checked that already. We'll be fine."

Peter speared her with a look, and she rolled her eyes, "This caveman thing is very unbecoming you know."

"I'm not being a caveman," he said his hands moving over the windowpane, checking for what, only he knew. "I'm making sure that we'll be safe."

"It's only a little storm," Bella said snatching up a carrot stick and munching on it.

"Still," he said finally abandoning the window to join her. "Better safe than sorry."

"Mmhmm," Bella said moving the plates to the table.

She put them down and then turned to find Peter staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face. She rose a brow at him and sat down, "Is there something on my face?"

He shook his head as though he were waking from a dream, "No. Let's eat."

They ate in silence, the sound of cutlery the only thing filling the silence. The wind blowing outside had picked up speed considerably and the rain was beating down on the roof.

"Look's like it's getting started," Bella said putting her fork down and looking at him, trying to gauge his mood.

He grunted something in reply and continued eating. Bella gave an exasperated sigh and pushed away from the table, his current mood was making her very angry.

She slammed the plate in the sink and turned the water on, mumbling expletives under her breath. She was so caught up in her act, she didn't know he was behind her until she felt his warm breath against the shell of her ear.

"You seem upset Izzy," he breathed, reaching around her to put his plate in the sink and then turned off the water.

Even if she tried, she couldn't stop her body's reaction to him, but she fought the urge to turn in his arms and devour him. She squeezed her eyes shut and stood as still as she possibly could with his firm body pressed so delectably against hers.

"Why would I be upset?" she asked, fuming at the breathy quality of her voice.

Damn her traitorous body.

"Beats me," Peter murmured, his lips whispering against her neck and once again Bella found herself fighting to keep her reaction to a minimum.

"You seem a little," he paused to rake his teeth over her neck, drawing an illicit moan from her lips before continuing, "...tense."

"Your mood..." she said biting on her lip, as his mouth found her earlobe and nibbled on it.

"What about my mood?" he asked.

A shock of thunder chose that moment to rent the air, causing Bella to jump in his arms.

"Hey," he said as she whirled around and buried her face in his chest. "It's just a little thunder babe."

Bella sucked in some much needed air, "I'm sorry," she said. "It just jumped me a bit."

Peter chuckled and hugged her close, his body heat seeping into her bones. "Come, let's get you upstairs."

The sliver of excitement that crept its way through her body almost made her knees buckle. It couldn't be helped, she really liked bedtime these days.

Peter led her to the staircase and then told her stay put as he went to close up the house, and then the house was bathed in darkness.

"Peter?" she called softly.

His voice sounded close to her left; he was already back.

"I'm right here Izzy," he said, taking her hands in his and leading them up the stairs.

"Were you a bat in another life?" she asked jokingly.

They had reached the landing and his hand reached out to flick on the hall light, a mischievous grin on his face, "Didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Bella asked suspiciously.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'm Batman."

Bella slapped his chest playfully and rolled her eyes, "You wish."

Peter chuckled and they made their way to the bedroom. "You're just jealous," he said giving her a light slap on her butt.

"If you say so," she said pulling her dress over her head.

"Jeezus woman," he said with a groan.

Bella looked back at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face, "Something wrong tiger?"

Peter growled then and lunged for her, laughing at the wild shriek of laughter that escaped from her.

He tackled her and they landed on the bed in a tangled mess of limbs, his body taking the brunt of the fall as he pulled her down on top of him.

"Guess what?" he said his fingers making short work of her bra.

"What?" she asked breathlessly as the offending scrap of material was flung over her shoulder, and her nipple was encased in wet warmth.

She had to wait a while for her answer, as Peter's mouth was now otherwise occupied, not that she minded one bit. When he had finally finished, for now, suckling her breasts, he grinned up at her, "I'm going to eat you alive."

Warmth flooded her panties and she ground herself on his burgeoning erection, "Promises, promises."

"Oh believe me little one," he said his hands gripping her hips and holding her still as he ground himself into her center. "I intend to keep this promise."

Bella cried out and practically begged him to take her, but Peter had other ideas. He was going to enjoy this thoroughly and so would she. He flipped them over so he was now hovering above her, her breasts, now heavier, heaving as she panted.

The rain was now pouring and the tress were being whipped wildly too and fro. Lightning pierced the sky and the accompanying thunder, shook the house.

"It's really storming out there," Bella gasped as Peter's mouth trailed down her stomach.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured, the vibration of his voice made Bella quiver.

His fingers found the band of her panties and hooked around it, pulling it down slowly. He gave her a light tap on her waist when he tried to get it over her hip and found that she didn't give way.

After that tap, she got into action, raising her hips to allow the material to slide over her ass and down her shapely legs.

"So pretty," Peter breathed as he admired her.

Bella's eyes found his and she gave him a smile, "Are you just gonna stare at me all night?"

Peter's eyes flashed then and she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the wind blowing through the window.

Without so much as a warning, Peter grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her up to his face, his broad shoulders becoming a foot rest. With a groan, his tongue gave a langurous lick, slow and maddening.

"Peterrr!" she hissed, her pelvis bucking up, only serving her up to him more.

"Yes Izzy?" he murmured, momentarily removing his mouth from her sweetness.

She was breathing heavy trying to oush up on her elbows to look down at him better, but the handsome devil had other plans and curled his tongue around her clit, sending her crashing back to the bed with a keen wail.

He loved her with his mouth and fingers, bringing her to almost to the edge and then backed off, leaving her a shivering mess, not knowing her head from tail.

When he finally decided she could bare no more, he rose between her thighs, the blunt head of his erection rubbing against her sensitive flesh.

"Marry me," he said huskily nipping at her neck.

He slid forward, barely sheathing himself inside her welcoming heat.

"No!" she gasped, as he rocked his hips, sliding a bit more inside of her. Stretching her blissfully.

"Yes!" he countered, suddenly slamming into her.

Bella screamed and her head went back as he found a rythm that was designed to drive them both crazy.

The way he was making her feel, he could've asked for her soul and she might have said yes.

"Maybe," she said, thrashing her head from side to side.

Peter bit into her neck, "That's not a no," he said, thrusting deeper.

Bella didn't care anymore, she just wanted, no needed to ease the tension coiled inside her.

Peter kept up an almost bruising pace, bringing her to the edge countless times, but never actually sent her over.

"Please," she begged as her nails left bloody crescent moons in his shoulders.

Peter could feel the tightening of her walls around him and he sped up his pace, reaching between them and grinding the heel of his palm against her clit; Bella screamed and gushed all around him. His lips sought hers hungrily as she milked him and he emptied himself deep inside of her.

They lay there panting, the wind outside still howling.

Bella blinked her eyes as he rolled off of her and gathered her closely to him.

"You left the light on," she said turning over to face him.

A smile graced his lips, his eyes still closed, "All the better to see you."

And as though the light heard them, it flickered and went off.

"Ugh ,little storm my ass," she said with a yawn.

"Go to sleep Izzy," he said kissing her softly.

"That was low," she said trying to smack his arm.

Peter smirked and caught her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It's still not a yes," and with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Peter chuckled and kissed her brow, "The yes is coming Izzy, you can bet your sweet ass on it."

So there we go, this story has about four more chapters to go. I want to have the majority of my babies finished by August, so I can start the new ones. So tell me what you think. ~Pixie