Here is the futuretake I donated to the Pretty in Pink compilation back in October! It's technically a futuretake, but it does take place right after he's released so it could technically be a 2nd epilogue! I hope you all enjoy it and thank you to those who donated : )

"Honey, do you have to go so soon?" Esme asked as I finished up with the dishes. I glanced back over my shoulder, looking for Bella. She was sitting at the dining room table picking at her dessert with Carlisle and Alice.

"I'm tired, Ma." I put the last few dishes away.

"Well okay." She rubbed my arm. "You know you didn't have to do the dishes. This was your day to celebrate."

"Trust me, after what I've been through, doing the dishes is a Godsend. And you made a great dinner." I leaned over and kissed her cheek as I wiped my hands off. She wrapped her arms around me and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're not in that horrible place anymore, Edward. I never thought…" Her voice broke.

"Hey, let's not think about it. I don't have to go back there ever again. I'm done with that chapter." I gave her another squeeze and started towards the dining room table.

Esme had insisted that Bella and I come over as soon as I was released for a family dinner, since those had seriously been lacking as of late. I couldn't break her heart knowing how happy she was to have me back, so I couldn't say no. I couldn't say that I just wanted to be alone with Bella. I couldn't say that I just wanted to touch her and kiss her and feel her bare skin beneath my rough, calloused fingertips. I couldn't say that.

I didn't want to sound like that guy. The horny fiancé who wants nothing more than to sleep with his girl. But I haven't had sex in a long time with anyone other than myself. And this was Bella. My dick was twitching for her the moment I saw her on the other side of the glass. To call it excruciating would be a fucking understatement.

She could feel it too. The static building between us, especially now that I was out. I caught her blushing every time she looked at me and I knew what she was thinking about.

"Are you sure you two don't want to just stay here tonight?" Esme asked.

"No, no." Bella stood up. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

"It's no intrusion."

"No, really," Bella started.

"Mom…" I sighed.

"Esme," Carlisle said with a smile. "Leave the kids alone. I'm sure they would like some time…alone."

"Oh….Oh!" Esme breathed. "Yes, of course. You two go get…acquainted." She cleared her throat. "We'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I kissed Esme on the cheek once more and wrapped my arm around Bella's waist. I could tell she was a little embarrassed, but didn't want it to show. I shook Carlisle's hand and gave Alice a hug before we left.

"You wanna drive?" Bella asked, twirling her keys on her finger.

"My license is expired." I laughed and shook my head.

"You were in jail for murder and you're worried about driving on an expired license?" She teased. She spun around laughing and started towards her car.

I groaned and stepped up behind her, grasping her waist in my hands and pressing her against the car door.

"Keys?" I said, cocking my eyebrow.

"Okay." She gulped hard and let out a loud breath.

I unlocked the doors as she slipped out from under my arm and made her way to the passenger's seat.

I started the car and drove down the driveway, getting back into the swing of driving again. It wasn't too hard, kind of like riding a bike right?

Bella was staring out the window, fixed on the trees as they whirred past. I reached over and grabbed one of her hands that was resting in her lap.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to practically move in with you already?" I asked.

"Of course." She turned towards me and smiled as she rested her head back against the seat. "I don't want you anywhere else."

"Nowhere else?" I smirked and slid our hands up and down her thigh. I bit down on my lip and tried to keep my eyes on the road as I slipped them under her skirt.

"Maybe there," she breathed.

She arched her body towards me, brushing her heated center over our joined hands. I slowly pulled my hand away from hers and palmed the seam of her underwear, right down the middle.

She moaned as I started massaging her against the fabric, feeling the moisture seep through. My nostrils flared as my one hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. It was the smell. I hadn't…smelled the essence of a woman in so long. She was sweet and succulent and I couldn't wait to taste her.

"Baby," she moaned. I continued my path up to the waistline of her underwear and slipped my hand inside. I skimmed her small patch of hair and dove into her wet flesh.

She screamed, her eyes tightly closing as she arched her back off the seat. I growled and blinked furiously, trying to force myself to drive. My fingers worked furiously against her, exploring her and discovering every touch and every move that drove her crazy.

"Don't stop," she whispered, gripping for the handle above her window. She lifted herself slightly and started rolling her hips against my fingers, meeting them with each thrust.

I felt her clench around me and I smiled, knowing that I'd done that. I could finally be a man again in the most basic way. I wanted to satisfy her. I wanted to watch her come undone because of me. And I wanted to do the same for her.

I pulled my hand from her underwear as her apartment came into view. I was glad I remembered her directions from earlier because she still hadn't said anything.

"You okay?" I asked. I stopped the car and turned it off.

She nodded and started gathering her things up. I helped her carry the things up the stairs and to the door. She lingered there a little while, swaying back and forth.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just…nervous, okay?"

"Why?" I rubbed the back of her neck.

"Because this is like…huge. This is the beginning of our new life. And this…" She gestured to the door "This is our house. That we're going to live in together. What if we start this new life and you figure out that it's not all that you thought it would be?" She sighed. "It's just…a lot to live up to."

"Stop," I snapped, harsher than I meant to. "Don't you ever second guess yourself or your apartment or our future. When I was in that cell these past two years, itching…and waiting for freedom. All I was dreaming of was this. This moment. Being here with you, Bic. This is…everything I wanted." I took her face in my hands. "Got it?"

"I got it." She nodded and I leaned down to kiss her. It never got old. And I never thought it was because kissing her was still new. I could count on my hands the amount of times I'd been able to kiss her, but every time was like that crazy fairytale shit I'd never heard about as a kid.

"Let's see it." I smiled.

She grabbed her key and opened the door to the dark apartment. She stepped inside in front of me and turned on the light.

I stepped into a small, but adequate living room. The walls were painted a dark, deep brown that was surprisingly close to the color of Bic's eyes. It was clean, but lived in, especially the couch. There was a blanket crumpled up on the end, weighed down by a book and flanked by a half empty cup of tea sitting on the table. I noticed pictures around, mostly of her family but a few of mine already.

Carlisle and Esme had brought a few boxes of mine over to help with the transition. I didn't have much to start with so it wasn't much.

"So, what do you think?" She asked.

"I like it." And I did. I'd only spent a few seconds in the place, and it felt more like home than any house I'd ever lived in.

She showed me around the kitchen and the bathroom before ending at the bedroom. The apartment wasn't huge, but it was perfect for us. I was just happy she had a place already and was willing to have me as a roommate until the wedding.

We both stood silently in the bedroom, knowing what was coming next. Knowing what we both wanted and needed. Each other.

"Can I just…have a few minutes?" She asked, nodding towards the bathroom.

"Yeah." I smiled.

She started towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I sat down on the bed and waited for a few minutes. And then a few more. Eventually her few minutes turned into a half hour and I started to worry.

I poked my head out into the hallway. I could see the light seeping from the cracks in the bathroom door so I knew she was still in there.

I took a deep breath and knocked lightly. "Bic?" When she didn't answer, I tried to door and found it unlocked.

I opened it a little and found her sitting on the edge of the tub with her head in her hands.

"Hey," I whispered, stepping in and kneeling down in front of her. "What's going on?"

"I'm just a little…overwhelmed. It's a good overwhelmed." She smiled and sniffled a little.

"Sweetheart…" I grabbed her hands and pulled her up to the sink. I turned on the water and grabbed a washcloth. "I'm glad it's a good overwhelmed, but I don't want you to cry about it." I started cleaning off the mascara that was streaking down her face.

"What if the real world breaks us?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like on that show The Bachelor. Everything seems so perfect when they're on the show. Like they're inside this bubble. And then the show ends and everything goes to shit."

"So you're comparing being on death row to being on The Bachelor?"

"Yeah."

"I've seen a few episodes of it I can't say you're that far off."

She punched my shoulder. "Edward! This is serious."

"I know it's serious, Bic. But honestly? They couldn't be farther a part. If we can make it through what we just went through, the real world is going to be a walk in the park."

"You really think so?" She sniffled and looked up at me.

"Yes." I pressed my lips to hers. "I do. Do you?"

"Yes," she said, her voice a little stronger. "I do."

"Okay then. Can we get out of this fucking bathroom so I can get you naked?"

"Yes, please." She smiled and kissed me as she jumped up and wrapped her body around mine.

I shuffled to the bedroom, carrying her along with me. She pulled her shirt off along the way and I finally got to see that body she'd been hiding under all of those clothes.

"Fucking beautiful," I murmured. I reached behind her and fumbled with unhooking her bra as her lips brushed over my neck. "Shit," I said, having some problems with the hook. I finally got it and mumbled something about it being awhile.

She reached between us and yanked the fabric away from her breasts. I felt them warm and pressed against me, but it wasn't enough. I wanted her skin on my skin. I wanted it bare.

I set her down and reached behind me to pull my shirt over my head. Bella was already working on my pants, unzipping them and tugging them down to my ankles.

Everyone always says that your first time making love with someone should be slow and tender. We were different. We didn't have to prove to each other how in love we were. We had years ahead of us for that. After all this time of tiptoeing around, we just wanted to fuck.

I shivered when I felt her lips brushed against my dick and stumbled back against the wall. She crawled towards me, licking her lips as she came closer.

She ran her hands up my legs and gripped my ass as she laid her tongue flat against me.

"Shit, baby," I hissed. "You have to go slow, it's been awhile."

I grabbed her hair, gently wrapping it around my fist and guiding her slowly up and down. She moaned, causing her tongue to vibrate against my sensitive flesh and I cursed.

She crouched down further and traced a line alone the bottom of my dick as her hands explored my stomach and hips.

I looked down at her and smiled, watching my hips starting thrusting towards her, pushing me deeper inside her mouth. I felt my dick hit the back of her throat and doubled over, gasping for breath and trying to hold out for her.

"I can't…" I started. "I'm almost…Fuck!" I banged my head back against the wall hard enough to knock off a picture that was hanging next to me. Bic glanced up at me and fluttered her eyelashes as she took me slowly all the win in. Her lips wrapped tightly around me, painstakingly massaging me from the base all the way to the tip.

"Come on," she mumbled, kissing my inner thigh. She wrapped her tiny hand around me and started pumping me hard as her lips trailed closer again.

I grabbed onto her shoulders as I leaned over, paralyzed by the weight of my release. It hit hard, so much harder than I expected. I shivered when I felt her tongue on my skin, cleaning me up like I'd just drizzled chocolate all over me.

She kissed my stomach as she stood and continued her way up to my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned down, making her think I was going to kiss her. Instead I whipped her around and pressed her against the wall, pulling her back flush to my chest. She trembled under my touch as I ghosted my fingers down her arm and to her waist. I knelt down behind her and forced her legs slightly apart. There she was. Ready to drink, like the finest wine in the world. I pulled her hips back towards me, exposing her a little more before diving in.

I nuzzled my nose against her slick skin as my tongue lapped at her. She whimpered, groaned, whined for more. I reached down between us and started stroking my dick, waiting for it to be ready for the big show.

As I continued to taste her, I felt it growing hard again in my hand. I nipped at her, holding her most sensitive flesh lightly between my teeth as her legs clenched around my head. I kissed her once more and stood back up.

I held my dick in my hand, brushing it up and down her bare ass. She planted her hands flat on the wall and pushed herself out, anxious to feel it again.

"Please," she breathed. She licked her lips and leaned forward, placing her forehead against the wall.

I lined myself up between her legs and slowly, but forcefully pushed myself inside her. We both clung to each other, paralyzed by the body numbing ecstasy.

I started moving my hips, pushing myself in and out of her heat. The smallest noise escaped her lips every time and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of her.

"Fuck!" I gasped, grasping tightly onto her hips as I buried myself deep inside her. I reached around to her front and pressed my fingers against her sensitive center, just above where we were joined.

"Harder," she breathed. She reached back and pushed her ass towards my hips.

I laid my head on her shoulder as I gave her what she wanted. Hard. Fast. Rough.

My hands roamed up her stomach to her perfect breasts as they bounced up and down.

She threw her hair over her shoulder as she looked back at me and I nearly came undone right then. Her bottom lip had disappeared between her teeth as she struggled to hold back her screams.

"I'm close," I whispered. "Are you close, baby?"

She nodded and whimpered.

I felt my stomach tightening and knew it was coming. I was about to crash into oblivion and find myself completely lost in her. I yelled and slammed my fist into the wall as I buried myself into her one last time. I felt myself twitch inside her as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body. She clenched around me, putting her hand over mine and squeezing so hard I thought she was going to break me.

She thrusted her hips one last time before collapsing flat against the wall. I pulled out and kissed her shoulder, smiling at the taste of sweat on her skin.

"I love you," I said.

"Love you." She turned around and kissed me. I walked us backward as I dipped my tongue between her lips and fell back onto the bed.

She rolled off me and lay next to me on the bed, her hand clasped around mine.

"So…what do you think?" She asked.

"About what?"

"Everything."

"You are amazing…but there's one thing I'm just not sure about…"

"What is it?" She asked, popping up on her elbows.

"This comforter has to go. I don't do frilly flower shit. I'm a guy."

She laughed and rested her head on my chest.

We laid on the bed the rest of the night talking…well sometimes talking. I felt normal. I felt like I was supposed to feel and I still felt like I was dreaming, being here with her. Even this fucking comforter was a welcome sign. It wasn't cold. It wasn't damp. And it wasn't surrounded by bars. This was truly the beginning of my new life. And there was no one I'd rather share it with than my Bic.