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Screwed Up Mind- Yeah, I was originally going to make him do football, but I thought wrestling's sex appeal wasn't recognized, so I decided to switch it last minute. All of my Edward's come from my weird mind, and they usually just come to me. I don't have a reason for why they do, but when one comes to mind, I can't eat or sleep until I write it down. Haha you think you feel drunk? I'm hyped up on pain meds for my leg. I know how you feel. And thank you, I'm glad you like this story so much! Edward Wallbanger. Million Dollar Baby. Just a couple rec's right there.

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Last on Matchmakers-

That's odd. Usually, she'd be telling him off right now. Oh well. Travis grinned again and pressed a button on his phone, and I heard Bella's voice.

"Yeah, actually, sure, meet me at Rosalie's house at seven, we're having a sex party. Bring some rope and a blind fold, we like to get kinky."

Currently on Matchmakers-

I won't lie, I was shocked.

There were few times in my life- and I mean very few- when I ever had to worry about losing a girl. Two or three tops.

I came to terms with that a while ago; guys like me didn't lose girls like her to guys like him.

Actually, I didn't lose girls period. Whether it's my devastatingly good looks or my witty charm and sex drive, I basically had to drive girls off with a bat.

That's why I had no idea how to act in a situation like this.

That definitely was Bella's voice coming out of the cell phone. My knee jerk reaction was to look at Bella with a look of accusation and hurt in my eyes. If her standards were that low, then maybe I should halt my ego trip caused by her reaction to me.

She was blushing as she glared at him, "You recorded our conversation?"

So there was a conversation? There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. There just had to be. Girlfriends of mine would never resort to… him.

"Isabella, you've got to be kidding me. You saw how he was looking at you in that dressing room- like he'd never seen lingerie before. He wouldn't be able to satisfy you!"

I raised my eyebrows at her, hating to be taken off guard that way.

"Um… Edward, I-"

Momma's Boy cut her off, "I'm really sorry you had to find out this way, Buddy, but the heart wants what the heart wants. It can't be helped."

She glared at him, "That's really not what happened at all, douche. Edward, you have to believe me. He was hitting on me, and I got tired of it, so I told him… that, and then when he came over, I tied him up and threw him in the closet as a joke."

I looked at them both for a moment; from the embarrassed look on Momma's Boy's face, and the determined (and truthful) look on Bella's face, I was inclined to believe her. Especially since she had a better track record with this kind of thing than Momma's Boy did.

OveractiveSexDriveChick, remember? She never told you about that… maybe she is lying.

I scoffed at my inner voice. This was ridiculous. I'm Edward Cullen, and I don't get cheated on. I brought my arm back and fisted my hand before connecting it with his face, giving him a bloody nose as he laid there on the ground.

I rolled my eyes at Momma's Boy and flipped him off before slinging my arm around my girlfriend, "Don't ever try to make a connection with my girlfriend again. It's pathetic."

I heard his disbelieving groan and Bella's sigh of relief as he laid there in ignored pain.

"How did you know I was telling the truth?" Bella said as she relaxed into my touch.

"One, you definitely are well taken care of sexually, so you'd never go to anyone else, especially him, because you have higher standards than that. Two, you wouldn't throw a sex party without me."

*~* Christmas *~*

"Edward!"

I jumped when I heard my name, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, "For Christ's sake," I mumbled under my breath, "-why does this have to happen twice?"

"Edward!" I heard the voice that I now recognized as my dad shout from downstairs.

I stumbled downstairs and looked at him with tired eyes.

"Oh, don't look so tired, boy! Look outside!"

And now, most fathers would be referring to snow when they told their children excitedly to look outside on Christmas.

But of course, when was my dad most fathers?

I looked outside to see not one, but two hot tubs in a secluded area in our backyard.

"I had them put them in overnight so that you could be surprised this morning…"

"Wow… dad, thanks. This is awesome. Why are there two of them?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I… uh, figured that Esme and I could… use one of them if you know what I'm saying," he winked at me and I grimaced.

Thanks for helping me add to the list of traumatic events caused by Kink-lisle and Sex-me.

Never again will I be able to look at a whip without freezing up.

I gave my dad a one armed hug and went to go see mom.

"Oh, Edward, don't-" he said when I opened the door to their bedroom.

"Carlisle, are you ready for more?"

I yelped when I saw my mom lounging on the bed in Christmas lingerie. I felt bile rise up in my throat and turned away, sprinting towards my car to get the same sort of therapy I got last time this happened to me.

Merry Christmas to me.

Hadn't I ever learned to knock on that door?

I sighed and smiled when I pulled up to Bella's place after spending the drive there trying to get the mental image of my mother wearing Christmas lingerie out of my head.

I grabbed the key from underneath their welcome mat and quickly unlocked the door, sneaking into Bella's room in hopes that Charlie wouldn't come interrogate me, Beverly wouldn't take my picture, and… actually, I guess I didn't have anything to worry about with Nate. Kid after my own heart.

I opened Bella's door to see her sleeping in a tiny ball, something cradled in her arms as she slept soundly. I smiled and closed the door, walking up to her bed.

"Bella, baby, wake up, it's Christmas."

She sucked in a breath of air and dug her face in her pillow.

"Go away, Emmett," she groaned, obviously not fully coherent yet, "-go wake up Edward."

I scoffed and turned her around, "Actually it is Edward, although I'm slightly shocked that you'd be so quick to throw me under the bus like that."

She squinted her eyes and then blushed, "Oh, damn, now you know my plan with Emmett to get rid of you," she snapped her fingers and then smiled, pulling herself to me for a hug.

I chuckled and kissed the top of her head and then she looked up suspiciously, "Wait, what time is it?"

I checked my watch, "Um, nine o' clock, why?"

She scanned her room, "Because, there are four and seven year olds in this house, and there's no way I'd be allowed to sleep in until nine. There's just no way."

She got up out of the covers and I whistled when I saw her underwear, "When did you get these?" I asked with a smirk while pulling at her panties that said Edward on the back with my finger.

She looked down and blushed, "Oh, er, Alice got them for me."

I'd have to thank Alice later. Those were fucking hot.

Bella walked down the hallway to the kids' rooms and frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"They're gone?" she said it more like a question.

"Check Charlie's room," I offered and she nodded, going to check it out.

"He isn't here either!"

I looked around her room to see if Charlie had left some sort of a note, explaining away the absences.

There was… I saw a piece of yellow note paper poking out from underneath her pillow. I picked it up and called Bella over.

Bells,

The kids woke me up at 4 this morning to go to IHOP. I let you off the hook for this one so that you could sleep in… think of it as part of your Christmas gift.

Merry Christmas. I love you,

Dad.

She smiled fondly when she read it, "Wow, five hours of extra sleep," she stretched her arms above her head.

I looked at her, confused, "Isn't IHOP more of an in and out kind of place? It wouldn't take five hours to eat there."

She shrugged, "Don't ruin the mood, Edward, he probably took them to get early morning ice cream or something. Anyways, do you want to go over to your house?"

I shivered, "Definitely not. A little bit too much Christmas spirit going on there… but my parents are going to a dinner tonight. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I said no. I was thinking, if Charlie and the kids don't mind, maybe you could come over for a bit tonight? I'm not asking for the entire night, I was just thinking maybe for a couple of hours…"

"Yes," she said happily, "That sounds wonderful. When the kids and Charlie come back, they'll probably require me for a few hours. Then, Charlie will go watch sports and the kids will play with their new toys. What time can I come over?"

"My parents are leaving around seven. My mom feels guilty about leaving me alone on Christmas, but my dad doesn't mind all that much, especially since he knows I wouldn't be alone," I winked at her.

She blushed and was about to say something just as we heard a car pull up. Bella pulled on some sweats and a tank top, "Do you want to stay?"

And even though I spent a lot of time with Bella's family, I didn't want to impose on their Christmas if I was already taking Bella away for the night. I excused myself and, after wishing Charlie and the kids a Merry Christmas, I left. I didn't exactly know where to go, but I did know I definitely wasn't going to go back home for at least another hour.

I drove around aimlessly until my stomach started growling, making me realize that I hadn't eaten yet. I groaned when I knew that all of the restaurants would be closed on Christmas day.

I'd have to go home yet.

It'll be fine… just remember to knock this time.

I hesitantly opened the door to my home when I got there because I didn't want to walk in on some sex party.

Oh, don't give me that look, with parents like mine, it cou- would happen.

They were both (to my satisfaction) sitting at the table, drinking hot chocolate, as was tradition. My mom gave me a guilty smile when she saw me and handed me a mug.

"Look honey, your dad and I-"

"Nope, I'm pretty much okay without hearing your explanation, how about we just forget it ever happened?"

She had the decency to blush, and my dad smirked while flipping the page in his paper, "Anyways," she said as she got up to encase me in a hug, "Merry Christmas, darling."

My mom handed me a box, and I took it with a smile. I unwrapped it and chuckled when I saw a pennant for Dartmouth (my dream school). I saw more presents addressed to me underneath the tree.

"Thanks, guys."

"Oh!" I said, just remembering my parents' gifts upstairs, "I'll be right back."

I had gotten my mom a necklace that I had seen her admire a couple of weeks ago and I got my dad a customized beanie baby.

It had my dad's color hair and it had a doctor's coat on.

It was meant to be somewhat of an embarrassing gag gift, but when he opened it, he looked truthfully grateful for it. And on top of that, he was clutching it the entire day.

And that, my friends, is the disequilibrium that is the Cullen home.

BPOV

"Auntie Bella! This is so awesome! Santa is the best person ever! He got me that talking doll that walks!"

I smiled at her, but found myself getting a headache from the large mass of wrapping paper that was scattered everywhere and the general mess.

So far, we had three spilled drinks and toys peppered all over the floor.

Kids were only cute on Christmas in movies- that was for sure.

Oh well, it just made me happy that they were having so much fun with it.

Charlie and I had already exchanged gifts yesterday because we knew it was going to be busy as hell for us today.

I got Charlie tickets to the Super Bowl this year for him and Billy Black to escape for a week. He was ecstatic, looking like he would burst out of his chair and go right now; I was glad because I spent almost a year saving up for that.

And I was more than excited for the top of the line laptop he got me. I was gaping at it, because honestly, I had been bugging him to get me a new laptop for years.

Christmas Eve was usually when we exchanged gifts. It made it more special for me, I guess, to have a tradition like that.

When the kids were finished opening the presents, they picked up everything they can and ran to their respective rooms to play after saying a quick thank you.

"Phew," I blew out a gust of air and I slumped on the couch next to Charlie, "-we survived another year."

He smiled kindly at me and pulled me in for a hug, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'm really proud of you, Bells. Sometimes I forget how hard this is for you, having to practically raise two kids on your own."

I smiled, "Thanks, dad," I said softly.

And for once, he turned off the TV and started talking to me.

BEBE

Miss you.

He kept sending me texts like this one throughout the day, and I smiled, but didn't reply to him. I knew that replying to him meant my will crumbling and me going over to see him, and I had committed my day to the kids. Until five o' clock, that is. The rest of the night I had to spend with Edward.

"What are you guys doing for dinner tonight?" I asked my dad.

He smiled sadly at me, "Well, I'm guessing that you have plans with Edward, so I was just going to take the kids out to wherever they wanted to go."

I frowned, "You guys shouldn't go out to eat on Christmas… hey, how about I make you guys dinner before I leave for Edward's?"

"You don't have to do that…"

I hugged him and got up, grabbing my keys, "I want to."

I miss you too but I'll see you at 5. Aren't you having fun with your kinky parents?

I drove halfway to the store before I realized that no store in the country would be open on Christmas. Damn. I'd have to either make a frozen dinner or bother someone on Christmas for miscellaneous food items.

No. I'm not having fun. I can't wait to see you.

While I was having this fun, internal debate, I saw something on the side of the road catch my eye. I looked a little more closely and saw that it was Mamm- Travis (who had a rather large bandage on his nose). I crinkled my eyebrows and vaguely wondered why he was spending Christmas pacing on the side of the road. I knew I shouldn't care, especially after what he did to sabotage my relationship the other day, but it still wasn't right to just leave him here.

I huffed. I'm really too nice.

I saw a car pull up near Travis and someone got out, but I could only see it was a girl. She hugged Travis and suddenly I felt as if I were intruding on some private moment.

But I didn't care, Travis didn't deserve privacy.

He started kissing the girl and pulled the hood off of her head and I was slightly shocked to see Lauren standing there.

I noticed a pattern here, she went for all of the guys I rejected. Whatever. I no longer felt amused and started my car back up again… but it didn't start.

My eyes widened and I jiggled the keys a few times and groaned.

Out of gas on Christmas next to my hater and stalker.

Perfect.

I huffed and picked up my phone to call Edward. I would've called Charlie, but Edward would probably be more thankful to have the excuse to get out of the house.

"Hello?" his deep voice sounded relieved and that calmed me.

"Edward, can you come and get me?"

"What's wrong?" he asked in a worried voice.

I sighed, "Nothing, other than my car being out of gas."

"It's okay to admit that this is just a booty call, baby."

"Screw you," I laughed, "-and come get me, I'm on 72nd."

"I'll be right there," he said and I shivered, trying to avert my eyes from the freak show going on across the street. Hell, if I acknowledged them, I'd probably be invited for a threesome. So I waited patiently for Edward to come pick me up, reminiscing over everything that had happened in the past few months. Everything was so… opposite to how I thought it was going to be.

Honestly, if we backpedaled three or four months of my life and you asked me about my position on Edward Cullen- and hey, fuck off pervert, I didn't mean it that way- my answer would probably involve something about castration.

But now, if I was asked about my position on Edward Cullen, it would be a shamelessly perverted answer.

I chuckled at my inner thoughts and closed my eyes after I glanced at the bouncing van not one hundred feet away.

"Fuck," I heard Edward's unmistakably deep voice whisper from beside me, "-you weren't kidding, you're actually out of gas."

He leaned his toned arms on the rim of my window and smirked at me, "I've got to say, I'm disappointed," he pouted.

I gritted my teeth and if I hadn't been so turned on by his stance and his words, I would've slapped him.

Suddenly, I felt two of his fingers tug at my chin and pull my face towards his. His tongue immediately swiped at my lower lip and I moaned, allowing him complete access while pulling him closer by his hair.

Oh, fuck it, maybe this was a booty call, I could've called my dad too, but I didn't.

I whimpered when he stroked my tongue with his and I fidgeted in my seat from the desire growing between my legs.

He cocked his head to the side to access deeper into my mouth and I moaned, completely aroused by his one kiss.

When he pulled away with that indecent smirk on his face, I shivered and struggled to regain my breath.

"Sure," he said, his voice deeper than before as his eyes ran down my body, "-this wasn't a booty call at all."

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, "Tease," I groaned.

He just smirked in response and ran his thumb over my swollen lips, "It's not teasing when I plan on following through."

I shivered and Edward offered to give me some of his gas. He walked back over to his car and I glared at the van across the street.

Goddamn, even Travis was going at it, and I wasn't. That shit wasn't working for me.

I bit down on my lip as I thought about one of the things that would get me what I wanted. Should I?

As I looked over at Edward searching through his trunk, I knew the answer to my question was yes. But in the middle of a road with people watching?

Looking over at the couple across the street, I didn't feel too alone. When Edward was just about to come back towards my fucked up car, I moaned loud enough for him to hear and rested my hand in between my legs, rubbing my palm against my sweet spot.

My moan wasn't actually fake this time, thinking about Edward's hands on me always got me going.

I heard his low chuckle come from outside of my door and I had the decency to blush as he shook his head at me. He pulled my hand away from my center and I groaned.

He smirked at me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Baby, as much as I appreciate the show, I have something very special planned for tonight, and I need you as horny as possible."

To emphasize his point, his tongue flicked out to lick the shell of my ear and I shivered, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth to bite down on.

I turned my head to look at him, and his beautiful lips were only centimeters away from mine.

"I'm always horny for you," I said and started to lean in to kiss him, but he pulled away with the cockiest smirk anyone ever wore on his face.

"I know," he said with a wink before getting back to the gas issue.

I huffed and glared as he walked away, "Sexy, cocky jerk," I mumbled.

"Thanks!" he shouted and I gasped. How could he have heard me? I just gritted my teeth and waited for it to be over.

Meanwhile, the van that Travis and the mystery guest occupied stopped bouncing.

I pouted, but thought back to when Edward said he had something very special planned for tonight. I felt my blood start flowing south at the thought.

-Geez, Bella. Why are you automatically assuming it's going to be sexual?

-um, because it's Edward.

My mind made a convincing argument. I watched as Edward filled my gas tank and sighed. Who knew that the guy I thought I despised would turn out to be the guy I loved?

I saw the door to the Sex Van open and Travis got out with a huge smile on his face. He reached out for the hand of his lover and… out came Lauren.

She was such a slut. Picking up all of my rejects.

Watch that mouth, girl, she's still getting luckier than you are.

I huffed again in frustration and watched as Edward came back up to my window, "Looks like you're good to-"

I interrupted him by roughly grabbing his hair and pulling his lips to mine. I knew he was trying to taunt me by not giving me what I want and goddamnit if he wasn't going to give it to me, I was going to take it.

He pulled away from my grip with an amused smile on his face, "Five o' clock, babe," he said with a wink and walked back to his car to drive back home.

Well, I guess that kiss would have to last me until five.

And after all of the confusing events that took place in the last hour or so, I still didn't know what to do for Charlie's and the kids' Christmas dinner.

I decided that I'd just go home and try to make something from whatever we had in the fridge.

I know, what a Christmas dinner.

I turned around and headed back home, contemplating the possibilities of how tonight was going to turn out. Apparently, Edward had this big surprise for me and I was trying to figure it out. I knew it was a fruitless attempt, because he probably had something completely insane planned.

"I'm singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain!" I jumped when I heard someone singing on the side of the road.

It was Chad.

I pulled over to see if he was okay, "Um, Chad? Are you alright?" I asked.

He looked over at me with a huge smile on his face, "Oh, dearest Bella, I couldn't be better!" he yelled, exaggeratedly flinging his arms in the air.

I laughed genuinely. There was something about Chad that made you feel… happy.

"What's making you feel so happy?"

"Mike!"

Newton? No way. He couldn't be talking about Newton… not that I don't doubt he's gay, but after seeing someone doubled over in pain after doing one push-up at practice, how could you find that person attractive?

"Mike who?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Mike Newton!"

"Um… wow, I'm shocked."

He sighed, "Yeah… there's been some sexual tension between us since we met."

I grimaced but tried to cover it up with a smile, "Well… I'm really happy that it worked out for you guys."

He started singing again and I took that as my time to leave.

I started driving again and groaned. So Mike Newton, Travis, Lauren, and Chad were getting luckier than I was.

When I got home, I was shocked at what I walked in on.

My dad was sitting on the couch and making out with Sue Clearwater.

"Oh God, dad!" I shouted and covered my eyes.

I'd seen several people making out before, but there was something about watching your dad make out with someone that made you sick.

I felt like Edward- only my parents weren't half as kinky as his were.

"Oh, Bella, hey…" Sue said in an anxious voice while Charlie just sat there with his mouth open, shocked.

"Um… hi…" I said awkwardly, averting my eyes from both of them, "I'll just go in the kitchen and make dinner…"

"Oh," Charlie finally spoke up, "The kids and I… we're going over to Sue's house for dinner. You're welcome to join us…"

"Actually, I was going to go over to Edward's house. In fact, I think I'll go now. Merry Christmas, Sue," I mumbled before leaving.

On the way to Edward's house, I was wary of seeing another couple making out, and for good reason apparently, I saw two people going at it, but I couldn't see who it was until I stopped at a red light. Mr. Banner with someone. Probably his wife. But it wasn't his wife… his wife was a brunette. I looked closer and saw that his mystery woman was… The Botox Pedophile. I've just seen too many authority figures sticking their tongues down someone's throat today.

I knocked on Edward's door relentlessly, and Esme opened it. She was wearing a striking black dress and heels I couldn't even picture wearing, even sitting down. Her caramel hair fell in soft waves around her face, and I was somewhat mesmerized.

"Oh, hello Bella, how are you?" she asked, pulling me in for a hug.

I smiled back at her, "I'm great, Esme, merry Christmas!" I said before excusing myself up to go see Edward.

I opened the door to his room and saw him lounging on his bed and I sighed in relief at the welcome sight. He looked over at me and quirked an eyebrow, "You're early?" he said.

I groaned and crawled up on his bed with him, tucking myself under his arm.

"What's wrong?" he asked, kissing my forehead and pulling me closer.

"Do you remember that one day you came over and asked to see my chest because of what you saw your parents doing?"

He looked down at me, shocked, "You saw your dad with some other woman?"

"Well, it wasn't exactly the same thing, they were just making out, but it was still traumatic."

He chuckled, "I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help out?"

Um, yeah, Sherlock, give me what I've been begging you for all day.

"Edward!" Carlisle yelled from downstairs, "Your mom and I are leaving early, so you and Bella have the house to yourselves. Just letting you know."

I blushed at Carlisle's blatant disregard for normal parental rules.

Edward snickered and snuck his hand beneath my shirt, resting his palm on the small of my back and drawing random patterns with his fingers.

"I know you don't want to have sex until later for some weird reason, but can we at least just make out?" I asked, moving to straddle his hips.

He shook his head and had a cheeky smile on his face and I groaned.

"Fine…" I said and got off of his lap, lying down next to him. He got up off of the bed and I looked after him in confusion. He went over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a box and placing it in my hands.

"Go ahead, open it," he said.

I carefully pulled the ribbon off of the box and opened it, forgetting completely about my dad when I saw what was inside.

It was a necklace with a diamond encrusted 'Edward' on it.

I set the box down and hugged him, "Thank you Edward."

He smiled and lifted the necklace out of the box, placing it around my neck before giving me a sweet kiss, "Merry Christmas, baby," he said.

I reached up to touch the necklace and smiled as my fingers traced his name.

"Oh… um," I blushed, "I have something for you too."

I got up and walked out to my car, picking up the blue box I'd set the pictures in. I carried it inside and slowly walked up the stairs and put it on the bed in front of Edward.

"Merry Christmas," I said nervously as I waited for his reaction.

He opened the box and I closed my eyes, suddenly wishing I never gave him that present. How inappropriate was that? I mean, he gets me a beautiful diamond necklace and I get him a multitude of dirty pictures.

I chewed on my lip and watched him as he stared down at the pictures that he'd scattered in front of him.

He hadn't said anything yet.

"Look, Edward, I-"

He cut me off with his eager lips, pinning me to the bed in the grip of his strong arms as he kissed me, throwing all of his emotion into it.

"God, Bella," he groaned, kissing down my neck, "Those pictures… are the most amazing present I've ever gotten in my entire fucking life," he said enthusiastically, pressing his lips against mine.

I was still in shock from his amazing assault. I moaned against his lips and pressed myself against him, kissing him back with equal vigor.

"I'm glad you like them… I was worried you… shit, wouldn't like them," I moaned as he kiss the swell of my breast.

He chuckled and ran his fingers over my inner thighs, "There is no way in hell that it would be possible for me to not like seeing you like this."

I felt relieved and so sexually frustrated at the same time, bucking my hips up towards his.

"I have some rules though," I said in a shaky voice.

He looked up at me, "Which would be?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I don't want to see those pictures on the internet, I get them back if I ask for them, and don't show them to any of your friends."

He looked appalled, "Do you really think I'd let anyone I know see you like that? Let alone people I don't know on the internet?"

I shrugged, "Just making some rules."

He kissed me passionately once more before pulling back with a smirk and gathering up all the photos, giving them one last lingering glance and putting them back safely in their box.

"That, actually, ties in perfectly with my next gift for you," he said.

"Edward, you really didn't have to get me two presents…" I said with a blush.

He stood up and pulled me with him, "This next present is as much for me as it is for you."

He pointed out of his window to an obscure part of the backyard and I saw two hot tubs.

"Whoa… why do you guys have two hot tubs?" I asked.

"One's for us," he said, kissing down my neck, "-because I've grown attached to seeing your body wet while I'm making love to you," he said with a wink.

"Um… why is there two?" I asked again, but felt myself getting aroused as I learned the purpose of the hot tub.

He chuckled, "Like I said, one's for us."

He began to pull me out of the house and I giggled, "Edward! I don't have a bathing suit!"

He smirked back at me as we walked out to the backyard, "I know," he said simply.

Oh.

I smiled as I drank in his surprise and eagerly began to shed my clothes. He did the same until all that was left on either of our bodies was the necklace he had given me.

"I was going to save this for later tonight," he said, skimming his nose down the column of my neck as we stepped into the warm water, "-but I think after that sexy present of yours, you deserve it now. Over and over and fucking over again."

I shivered at his provocative words and moaned out his name as he pressed me up against the side of the hot tub. His face disappeared underneath the water and I looked down through hazy eyes in confusion. Where'd he-

Oh, holy fuck.

"God… E-Edward," I moaned, surprised at the onslaught of emotions he coerced out of me using his tongue. My legs clamped around his face to keep him there and he lapped at my center eagerly. He pulled apart my legs to come up for air after a while, and I felt guilty for depriving him. After he caught his breath and looked at me with hungry eyes, he went down on me again, and I bit my lip and dug my heels into his shoulders to keep my sanity.

From all of the pent up frustration of today, I came when he curled one of his fingers in me, gasping for air as he came up, a cocky smile on his face.

He didn't waste any time after that, grabbing the back of my neck and roughly pulling me towards him. I moaned against his lips, still shaking from my orgasm. He tasted like chlorine and me all mixed into one and I reached down to take his length in my hand. He groaned and kissed down the side of my neck again, and I knew it was going to leave a mark. I couldn't bring myself to care.

He brought his hand down to stroke my slick folds, still aching for him, even after what he did with his fuck-awesome tongue.

I moaned as he relentlessly rubbed my clit, and then took his hand away. I groaned in protest at the loss of contact and he just winked at me.

He replaced his hand with his cock, and I whimpered as he slid his head easily between my wet folds.

I brought my hands up and shoved him to the other side of the hot tub, and stalked over to him, sitting on his lap and shoving his cock inside of me.

"I love you so much, baby."

BEBE

"You have no idea how happy I am. I feel alive with you… it just isn't something I can put into words."

I trailed my fingers down the soft fur on my stuffed alligator, imagining that Bella was here with me.

I glanced down at the pictures that she'd given to me for Christmas and smiled at Bella Gator.

"You know, when I met you, I had no idea you'd turn my life upside down like this. I didn't think I was that type of guy, but now I know I'd never be happy with anyone else. You know, even though the only reason we got together was to make other people happy, in the end, we figured out that it really wasn't even about that. It was about us… making us happy."

It seemed like BG winked at me, and I hugged her tighter to my body.

"I love you."

There you have it. The end. Oh, and any of you who are going to tell me that this was very short, if you check the word count, this is actually the longest story I've written!

It felt very appropriate to end the story with a BG Talk. It just felt right.

I have lots of story ideas left in me, so put me on your alerts if you want to! I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I loved writing it. My next story is all thought through, so I hope you guys enjoy that one too!

Song of the chapter- Juke Box Hero by Foreigner.

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