A/N: Thank you to my amazing beta, TwilightMundi. You guys totally blew me away with reviews last chapter. I cannot say thank you enough.

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Mistress began to babble incoherently and I moved faster. Together, Emmett and I made her come, and I could swear I felt the same rush as she gave in to her orgasm. They both stopped moving and my hand slowed as well. I didn't want to move, didn't want to lose that connection with her, but eventually her hand covered mine, stilling it.

"Thank you," she said.

BPOV

I didn't know if she was thanking me or Emmett, or both of us, but it didn't matter. My hands moved over her legs and to her outstretched hand, helping her lift off his body.

Emmett's cock glistened with her wetness, and I licked my lips. Distracted and thinking about her taste in my mouth, I was startled when I felt her tug at my hand. The floor was hard beneath my body as I complied and laid down on it, but I was so distracted with her mouth between my thighs, I didn't care.

I could hear Emmett and snuck a peek over to the bed, seeing him pulling his cock. I wasn't surprised she'd not let him come inside of her, condom or not.

"I promised him he could watch," Mistress said, hot breath spilling over my wet skin. "Come when you're ready, baby."

The lines had certainly blurred, that much I was sure of. We were still in the playroom, though, and I focused, complying as best I could. Her mouth and fingers worked expertly and in less time than usual, I was coming apart beneath her.

When she was finished, she kissed my thighs, then stood. Her hand extended to help me up, much like I'd helped her off Emmett's body, and I stood in position, waiting.

"Pet, you may give Emmett a thank you hug and kiss on the cheek before he leaves."

The tone of her voice was soft and loving, which put me at ease. I was anxious, wondering how she'd felt about everything now that we'd actually done it. I hoped we were done in the room, a feeling I wasn't used to, so we could go upstairs and talk.

Doing as she'd allowed, I wrapped my arms around the huge man. His arms seemed to envelop my whole body, and I smiled as he thanked me. With a kiss to his cheek, he released my body and smiled at me, looking into my eyes and repeating his thanks.

Mistress stood next to me and linked her hand with mine as we watched him put his clothes on. Although he certainly stirred sexual feelings in me, they were nothing compared to what I felt for the woman at my side. I only hoped she still felt the same.

"If you ever want another round..." he said.

Mistress laughed before biting her lip, then gave him a small nod, eyebrow arched.

"Thanks again, Em."

"My pleasure," he said, then turned and walked out of the room.

I wanted to shout, to jump up and down and squeal, then ask her a million questions. My stomach began to quiver with everything I was holding in, and I worried I'd be physically sick with wonder and worry.

After a few deep breaths, Mistress turned to look at me.

"That was … interesting," she said. "Thank you, Pet. For everything."

My smile was my answer, and when she pulled on our linked hands, leading us out of the room, I felt instant relief. Normally, I wanted to be in that room with her for hours. Not that night. Not in that moment.

When we crossed the threshold of the door, I squealed out loud, releasing the pent up emotion I'd held back. Rose laughed and we embraced.

"Come on, I'm starving," she said. "And I know you, we need to talk."

Making our way upstairs, we picked up our discarded clothes. Each one was a hilarious reminder of what we'd just done. Somehow, it felt so much more ridiculous than any of our other escapades. It was light, but heavy. Serious, but fun. I couldn't make sense of it as the scenes replayed in my head.

We cooked together, then ate in quiet. As much as I needed to question and talk and process, she needed to think. There was no point in even talking about it until she'd had a chance to work it out in her head, so I did my best to allow her the space and time she needed.

When the kitchen was cleaned, the food all gone, we moved to the bedroom. She might not have been ready to talk about it, but the desire to remind her of my love swelled and spilled over into immense need.

Playfully, I nudged her onto her back on the bed. I kissed her lips, her chin, every part of her body I could. I nipped at her breasts, sucked her nipples into my mouth, and touched her where I hadn't yet kissed. By the time I made it between her thighs, she was writhing and panting, and I swelled with pride.

My tears slipped down my cheeks and mixed with the taste of her in my mouth. I wasn't even sure why I was crying; was I happy or sad? Relieved? Grateful? Scared?

When Rose had come undone quietly, hands wrapped in my hair, I pulled back to kiss and love her all the way back up her body. In her arms, wrapped with the knowledge of her love, I closed my weary eyes.

"I love you," she said. "God, I love you so fucking much."

It was the first real thing she'd said to me since the night began, and it spoke volumes.

"I know, baby. I love you, too."

We slept in Saturday morning, then took a long shower together. Somehow, everything had changed but nothing was different at all. When she kissed me, it was soft and so full of words. Her touches were careful, leaving expressions of her love all over my body and heart.

I was practically bursting with the need to talk the entire day. I knew things between us were fine, better than fine, but I still had no idea what she felt about what we'd done. We'd planned to spend all Sunday with Alice having a girl's day, so it was now or never.

Rose was curled up on the couch with a book, glasses framing her face, hair in a messy bun, when I worked up the nerve to interrupt. My hand slid against the skin of her thigh as I sank to sit down on the floor next to the couch.

"Rose?" I asked quietly.

She laughed, putting her bookmark inside of the pages before closing the book and setting it down.

"Took you long enough," she said, teasing.

"I was trying to give you space. You ready to talk?"

"Sure," she said, blowing out a deep breath. "Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be."

"So?" I prompted, lifting both eyebrows in question.

"It was different," she said. "I understand why it feels good to you, it's just not my thing, you know?"

"Yeah. So that's it? You didn't like it?"

"No, obviously I did," she said, laughing. "I just don't really want that. I want you. I want what we have."

I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant.

We didn't talk any more about it that day. Instead, we seemed to immerse ourselves in our life together – we cleaned, we cooked, we shopped for groceries. We stopped at the cafe to check in and do some of the things we needed to do there.

We were us.

Sunday, after brunch with Jasper, we went for mani pedis with Alice. We laughed so hard, I thought I might pee my pants at one point. We shopped for clothes and shoes, then lingerie and toys.

It was getting so much closer to Alice's wedding, so most of our conversation centered around that. It was going to be a large affair, family and friends from around the globe attending, and I was nervous. I hated knowing that people would stare and judge Rose and me, but Alice assured me it would be fine. We were both members of the bridal party, so there was no getting out of being the focus of some attention; I'd never have said no to Alice.

Thankfully, Alice had asked someone else to cater the wedding. I was glad that we could all just relax. Well, Rose and I could, anyway.

When the day finally arrived, we did our best to keep Alice calm and collected. Her whole family and social circle was there, but no one ever edged us out, or tried to make us feel unwelcome.

As I walked down the aisle to take my spot, I looked over and smiled at Jasper. His best friend, Peter, was his best man, and a few other friends I hadn't met were at his side. I pivoted and took my place, then watched as Rose walked down the same aisle, glowing. The dress Alice had picked for her fit like a glove, the color and cut perfect for her body.

It was a long night of exhausting fun. We danced and kissed and drank and held hands. More than once, I wondered if we'd ever have anything like that – a huge party to celebrate our love and joining together forever.

More than drunk, we made our way upstairs from the ballroom to our hotel room, and slept. Nursing our hangovers the next day, we talked about what great fun we'd had, and flipped through the photos we took on our phones and camera, reliving it all again.

I could tell something between us had shifted irrevocably from the time we played with Emmett. Just like when we'd moved in together, things seemed to intensify in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Work on Monday was brutal. The cafe was getting more business than usual, and I was glad. Things had always been steady, but it was nice to see growth. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and ready to drop.

When I saw my ring on the dresser, I almost groaned. My body and mind were depleted, but I had to dig deep and keep going. I would sacrifice any part of myself for her, and this was just one of the ways I showed her that.

I'd left the cafe before her, so I knew I had precious few moments to shower and be in position. After the most cursory of washing and drying, I was on my knees and ready for her in our room. Mindlessly twisting my ring on my finger, I waited. I listened for her, and smiled to myself when I heard her steps on the stairs.

It had been too long since we'd closed ourselves off from the world and just indulged. I was more than ready when her scent accompanied her into the room, my body heating at the very thought of what we would do.

Her steps took her to the closet, I was almost certain, and then disappeared. When they returned, the tone and depth had changed, and I wondered which shoes she'd picked. Black patent peep-toes came into my field of vision.

Mistress pulled my chin up so that I looked into her eyes, and she smiled at me.

"Never forget that I love you first," she said. "However, I own you, second, my Pet. Ready to play?"

I was surprised by her words. We had agreed so long ago that it was different; we were something else to each other first, then lovers second. I realized, though, that we would always be changing and growing – together. It didn't matter if we had white dresses or black tuxedos. The picket fence and 2.5 children was a dream we didn't want. We would be together, pursuing our own dreams, and making our life as two people, in ever-evolving roles.

"Yes, Mistress."

A/N2: Yes, this is the end. I love you all, and I hope you had as much fun with these two as I did. It felt right to end it here. I could probably have kept writing smut for these girls forever. If there's a particular moment you'd like to see between them, feel free to let me know. I've had a request for another girl to be brought in, and Emmett AND Edward. Whew. You ladies think dirty, and I love it.

I would like to take this moment to send a particular thank you to moojuicey. She waited patiently, an excellent role model for Pet you might say, and nudged me lovingly to remind me just how much she loved these girls, and how much she wanted them back. I hope I've done them justice for you, my sweet friend.

I plan to post the first chapter of The Trip Home sequel Wednesday, December 7, as I will be taking the month of November off from fic-writing for NaNoWriMo. I appreciate your patience!