Author's Note

This quick little bit of fun came about mostly because I needed to take a break from the darkness of writing Beyond Unreasonable. I needed to cleanse my palate and let these two have some fun. This is just a stand-alone lemony one-shot, set immediately after Edward and Bella return from the Breaking Dawn honeymoon, except there's no vampire pregnancy. Just assume regular canon up until that point. Rated M because lemons. I like lemons. It was fun to finally write one for Twilight.

If there's interest in this story, I'd consider expanding it to more chapters and other adventurous things Bella would like to try and Edward will pretend to resist. ;) Just hit that review button and let me know.

Any Way She Wants It - Chapter 1 - Rough

EPOV

It started, as these things usually do with Bella, innocently enough.

And then it spiraled rapidly out of control from there. Out of her control, at any rate. My level of control over the situation seemed to be multiplying exponentially.

It was our first week home from Isle Esme, and for my part, I would have been perfectly content to continue sweetly and gently making love to my new wife, christening each room in our new cottage, daily. Quite possibly hourly.

I was utterly contented with the way things were. I would like that officially on the record.

But my family wanted to spend time with us, and so off to the main Cullen house we went on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

Having not seen me since the wedding, Emmett, of course, wanted to wrestle. And so did Jasper, apparently. The two of them playfully jumped on me as we approached the house, dragging me to the ground.

I would have far preferred rolling around in my soft bed with Bella, as opposed to on the hard ground with my brothers. I suppose that goes without saying. But my bride was amused by their antics, giggling when I was tackled right out from beneath her soft hand on my arm, which I had gentlemanly offered her as we walked.

A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed that she was also watching me as I threw them off and lightly sprang to my feet, prepared to return the favor and take Jasper down first, followed by Emmett. A soft smile curved her graceful lips. I imagined that it was also a proud smile at my exhibition of manly prowess. Or something like that.

So losing was not really an option.

The truth is that I became so engrossed in staying two steps ahead of both of my brothers, looking for my opportunity, that I nearly forgot Bella was standing there watching.

I knocked Jasper onto his stomach and managed to hold him there with my knee digging into his spine.

I could have pinned him, but Emmett was trying to sneak up behind me, which he should really know by now doesn't work. I rolled my eyes, then my hand shot out and grabbed his shirt, using his momentum to toss him the other way so that he rolled across the ground. Jasper tried to throw me off but I saw it coming, and I soon had one hand pushing his neck playfully to the ground as the other pinned his arms to his back in a unique form of submission hold, but an effective one.

I leaned forward over his head, pressing his face closer to the ground. "You give up yet?" I asked, laughing.

And then a very, very newly familiar fragrance hit me.

Bella. Aroused.

Deeply aroused.

My head shot up so fast I nearly lost my grip on Jasper, and my jaw went slack at what I saw.

She was staring at me. But not just any type of stare.

Her eyes were wide, her heartrate and respiration both off the charts. Her lips hung slightly open, and her eyes looked a little glassy. Her pink tongue darted out to touch her lips.

And her soft little thighs — the ones I haven't been able to stop thinking about having wrapped around me since the very first time I experienced such a thing — were clenched together so tightly I feared she would pull a muscle.

She wasn't looking at my face. She was looking at the way I held Jasper pinned to the ground.

Unnerved, I let go of Jasper and jumped to my feet.

Her eyes took their sweet time traveling up my body before finally meeting mine.

And then she turned pink and her gaze flicked away guiltily, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth.

She turned around and started walking at a brisk pace toward the main house like something was chasing her, leaving me there with my brothers.

Who, of course, took advantage of my complete lack of attention and took me down hard. That impact I barely even felt.

Bella didn't even look back.

I had no idea what had just happened. I had even less idea how I should handle it.

As a vampire, I've spent time pondering the meaning of the word eternity. There have been times I felt that I grasped the concept. There have been others that I couldn't wrap my mind around it.

I get it now. Eternity can most easily be defined as the rest of that damn afternoon. If you'll pardon my language and gift for understatement, Bella had left me extraordinarily flustered.

I had had certain expectations for this afternoon, if I'm to be honest, especially if I was expected to spend time away from my cottage, time that I could be tenderly exploring Bella's body. At the very least, I had pictured her sitting on my lap, my arms curled loosely around her waist as we visited with my family. If we must be dressed and social, at least I would have her close.

But she was avoiding me. Intensely and noticeably. It wasn't uncommon for her to want to spend time with Alice. I was grateful, generally, for the relationship she has with my family. But even when Alice stepped away for a minute, rather than seeking me out, she glanced my way and then apparently developed an intense desire to bond with Rosalie.

So I'm confused. I'm a little hurt.

And I have an erection that might actually tear right through my pants if I don't find a surreptitious way to adjust myself. Because Bella. Aroused.

Pavlov's dogs have nothing on me.

Everybody's ignoring me, because my new bride is far more interesting to my family than I am right now, and that at least gives me time to analyze the situation.

I start with what I saw outside, which I'm far more prepared to deal with than I am Bella's mystifying behavior since.

She had been aroused. I was certain of it. We had only been intimate for a few weeks, at this point, but believe me when I say that I have maximized my use of that time. I know aroused when I see it.

She had been fine just a few moments earlier, as she walked to the house on my arm. No smoldering seduction in her eyes, no come hither looks. There's always an awareness between us, but she had been very recently and thoroughly sated in preparation for a long day of not being alone together. As had I.

No, whatever it was had started during the impromptu wrestling match between me and my brothers.

For one awful moment, I considered that perhaps she bore some attraction to Jasper. I'm given to understand, from random thoughts of those we interact with, that his looks and Southern drawl have a certain effect on women. Again, forgive my penchant for understatement. It is my understanding that his smile and accent can be considered panty-dropping. Such a crass term.

But was Bella, my wife, one of those women? I rather wished I had kicked my brother in the ribs for good measure while I had him pinned.

But I dismissed that horrifying thought as quickly as it had appeared. No, it was me her eyes had been on. My hands. My body. When I jumped to my feet, her eyes had crawled up my frame like she wished it was her tongue doing the same.

Good God, what a thought. Focus, Edward.

The only thing even remotely out of the ordinary in the moments preceding the intoxicating scent emanating from between her thighs had been me, enthusiastically manhandling and pinning the struggling body beneath me to the ground like it was nothing for me to do so.

Oh.

Oh.

I thought about it the rest of the day. I thought about it while I admirably restrained myself and slowly and gently made love to Bella in our bed when we mercifully, finally, gloriously returned home alone late that night.

Any lingering embarrassment on her part seemed to have faded, and I wasn't certain how to bring it up.

I thought about it a lot while she slept, occasionally moaning my name in her sleep. Which didn't help.

What if I were to just ask her?

The idea had merit, if I could decide upon the correct phrasing. We were married, after all. I wasn't such a prude as to be ashamed of openly discussing sex with my wife.

But somehow, none of the opening gambits I considered in my head sounded exactly right.

1) Are you dissatisfied with our sex life?

No. Forget it. Not even opening that door.

2) Was it just my manly skills in wrestling that turned you on?

Even worse. I cringed just thinking about it.

3) Are you sure you're not dissatisfied?

Just stop.

4) Do you want it rough, Bella?

...

Hmmm.

Maybe.

I was a little ashamed to realize that I was getting harder just thinking about asking her that question. Perhaps while pinning her soft little body tightly beneath mine.

It's not like I would have gone here on my own. Ever. I was perfectly content, remember?

Bella started this.

But I'm strongly considering finishing it.

It doesn't take long before my raging erection and Bella's silky nightgown hugging the curves of her tight little ass — yes, I said it — get the better of me as she sleeps on her stomach beside me.

Her position gives me an idea, one I'd considered before. But I hadn't yet been willing to give up having an unobstructed view of her face when I made her tight little walls clench around me.

We've only tried two positions. Missionary and Bella on top. I'm highly partial to both. And not to be defensive, but what we lacked in variety of method, we more than made up for in frequency and creativity of location. Just saying.

But it's past time to expand my repertoire.

My boxers come off and I'm naked approximately 2 milliseconds after making my decision, my knees settling between her legs. I gently nudge her thighs apart and slide her nightgown up over her creamy skin until it's bunched at her waist.

Then I groan softly.

Those lacy black panties are doomed. They just don't know it yet, and neither does Bella.

I support my weight on one hand as I lean over her, sweeping her silky dark hair off of her shoulder and baring her back to me. My lips fasten themselves against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, a spot I had quickly learned makes her toes curl. I press my lips to her skin softly, then go after her there a bit more aggressively than usual.

The magic of that particular one of her erogenous zones doesn't fail to disappoint. There's a soft little intake of breath as she wakes up, jumping slightly. That action just pushes her panty-covered bottom up against my hardened cock, and I hiss a little.

I'm a gentleman, of course.

"If you'd rather sleep, Bella, just tell me," I whisper in her ear, before closing my lips back over that same spot and sucking hard.

I said I was a gentleman. I didn't say I played fair.

Her only answer was a moan and her pressing her ass harder back into me. Her little fists curled into the sheets, holding on for dear life.

I took it as a green light.

My breath came in shaky bursts as I double-checked my control. I couldn't actually be rough with Bella, of course. I just had to give her the illusion of it. I was confident in my own abilities, by this point, to know exactly how far I could go without hurting her.

I let her take just a little of my weight against her back, pressing her into the mattress as I used my legs to abruptly shove her thighs outward and spread her a little wider.

I'm gauging both her reactions and my own very carefully. At the first sign from her that I'm taking things too far, this ends.

"Edward," she moans, instead, and the sound is pure sin.

She wants this. She wants me like this. And what Bella wants, Bella gets. Any way she wants it.

I kiss the back of her neck as a distraction, as I insert my arm all the way beneath her waist, curling it tightly around her.

She's not expecting it when I raise up and immediately pull her upward with the arm I have locked around her, jerking her lower half up onto her knees.

She whimpers in surprise but catches herself on her hands, leaving her on all fours with me draped partially across her back. I support my weight on one fist pressed to the bed, but I leave the other arm wrapped around her tight, with no give at all. Her panty-covered little ass is pressed up against my straining cock, and I grind into her. Hard.

She's soaking wet. I can smell her, I can feel it through her panties, and I'm ready to come undone.

It's now or never. I take a deep breath, ignoring how shaky I sound, and flick her earlobe with my tongue. I want to bite it, and I don't know where the hell that urge came from. But of course I resist the temptation.

"Do you want it rough, Bella?" I growl into her ear, and she nearly loses it, squirming against me.

I only hold her tighter. "Answer me, Bella."

She stills. "Yes. Fuck, Edward."

Okay, that word was new. I take a second to appreciate it.

I wouldn't have thought I would like that. It seems unladylike, and above all, I plan to spend my very long life treating Bella like a lady should be treated.

But I've just decided that type of language in our bedroom is acceptable. Very fucking acceptable. Because hearing it from Bella when I'm about to take her from behind for the first time does things to me I can't explain.

I start working downward with my arm that's gripping her around the waist to hold her in place, drifting ever lower, until I can slip my fingers under the side edge of her panties and gently rub the area around her clit, not quite giving her what she wants.

What I really want to do is rip those panties off with my teeth and take her as hard as I dare.

But this dirty talk thing — and her clear reaction to it — warrant immediate investigation.

"Is this what you were thinking about today, Bella? Were you wishing it was you I had pinned down on the ground under me?"

The sound she makes in the back of her throat and the flood of wetness against my hand answer that question definitively.

I let my thumb and forefinger gently surround her clit and roll it between them, letting her whimpers and the movement of her hips guide my speed and intensity.

"I saw you watching me. I know how wet you were. I could smell you. Did you know that?"

She's panting now, struggling against my arm, and I know she's getting close fast. So I pull my hand out of her panties.

"I asked you a question."

And I'm fully aware she's in no state to answer it, even before she groans in frustration, trying to press herself back against me for the friction she craves.

My name seems to be all she can manage to get out, and it comes in the form of another whimper.

But she already answered the most important question — the one that told me this was okay. So I don't waste time about raising up straight on my knees and using both hands to suddenly — but carefully — rip those lace panties in half and off of her.

She gasps in surprise, turning her head to look back over her shoulder at me, eyes wide. I've no doubt the motion felt a lot more uncontrolled than it really was. She doesn't have to know just how very careful I was not to hurt her, just how completely in control of myself I actually am.

This is for her.

So I look her in the eye as I grasp her hips in my hands — I learned on our honeymoon exactly how tightly I can grip her without leaving bruises — and line myself up with her entrance, letting just the tip press into her.

Like her arms can't hold her up anymore, she groans and drops her upper half down to rest on her elbows. Her hips stay up in the air, because I have control of those. And I hiss with pleasure at both the view and what it does for the angle.

I know she's both expecting and hoping for me to take her fast.

I don't. Not yet.

I feed myself into her one centimeter at a time, agonizingly slowly, not letting her speed things up as she stretches to accommodate me. I hold her hips in place easily. The angle is exquisite, her walls tight.

"Is this what you wanted, Bella?" I ask her, knowing the answer full well. It's a resounding no. She wants a lot fucking more.

I pull back slowly, until just the tip of me is left inside her, pulsing back and forth slowly with the shallowest of thrusts. She tries to shake off my grip, but it's not happening.

She's wild underneath me, struggling to get control of the situation and take what she wants, so I do what I've been debating on since I saw the look on her face when she watched the way I'd pinned my opponent.

I take her hands and pull them behind her back — being careful to support her as I do so, until she rests the side of her face against the bed. I grip both of her wrists in one hand effortlessly, at the small of her back, stilling my other movements for a moment.

"Is this okay, Bella?" I ask, my tone completely changing from the gruff one I've been using with her. I sound...unsure. "Tell me this is what you want."

She seems to sense that nothing else is happening until I get an answer to that question, so she tries.

"Yes...please...oh, God, Edward...now."

Did I mention that what Bella wants, Bella gets?

i slam myself back into her with one solid thrust, and she screams. She actually screams, her walls fluttering around me, and I know she's oh-so-close to coming apart.

I'm eternally grateful for our private little cottage where she can scream to her heart's content. I intend to take advantage of that privacy often. Because now that I've made Bella scream once? All I want to do is make it happen again. And again. And again.

Her wrists twist in my grip, and I grasp them a little tighter for effect. She's not going anywhere regardless, but apparently she wants to know that. So I indulge her. I push her knees a little wider apart, too.

I know I'm not going to last any longer than she does, so I make the most of the time I have left, pumping my hips with as much force as I feel I can risk.

She's not going back to sleep tonight feeling unsatisfied or like her husband was holding back. Of that much, I'm determined.

When she flies into pieces she takes me with her, clamping down so tightly around me that I see stars. I think if it was possible for vampires to lose consciousness, I would have. I've never come so hard or for so long.

I slip out of her almost immediately, coming back to my senses. I release her arms and quickly flip her over before I gather her up onto my lap, facing me and straddling me. I can't get her close enough. My hands come up to cup her face.

"Are you okay?" I ask her seriously, searching her eyes. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She looks...dazed. Or would this also be considered dazzling? I'm not sure because I'm not even sure I'm okay yet.

I get my answer when she grabs my hair with both hands and pulls my face down, kissing me for all she's worth. I wrap an arm around her back, kissing her back and trying to keep up, but Bella's clearly in charge of this kiss.

By the time she pulls back, I probably look a little dazed too.

"I'm fine," she assures me. "You didn't hurt me. And I swear to God, if you refuse to touch me for a week again like you did on our honeymoon, I'll find a way to actually hurt you. Because you're doing that again soon."

Smugness. One-hundred percent, pure, unabashed smugness. It's what I feel in that moment.

But if I don't get her off my lap, soon is going to become now. And I have no doubt she's going to be feeling what we just did for a little while, so that's not a good idea right now.

I rise to my feet, pulling her up into my arms and striding toward our bathroom.

"Come on, Bella. I'm going to run you some warm water. Bath time for the human."

"And the vampire?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me, and God, she's so adorable I think my heart might explode.

"Not this time," I tell her sternly. "Just you. I mean it."

She narrows her eyes at me. "You want to bet?"

THE END...MAYBE

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Well, what did you think? Would you be interested in this being expanded? Either way, this was a fun experience. Now, back to the darkness that is Beyond Unreasonable.