ALE Chapter 11 - Do Over

Biology Class

So Edward Cullen was back in school today. I smiled. His eyes flickered to me as I walked in and he turned his body away from me slightly, teasing. I considered walking over and sitting in Mike’s old seat. I moved to our lab bench instead and sat down next to him. I looked over at Edward. He was smiling. He had noticed the movement of my eyes to the other seat, had understood where my thoughts had gone.

The room was quiet. I looked up at the chalkboard and noticed the instructions in Edward’s neat script to begin working on our notebooks independently before the group activity. I looked down at the lab notebook in front of me on the bench. The words on the chalkboard said to open to page 72. I flipped the book open. Regulation of the Human Heart Rate. I smiled, swallowing a laugh. I perused the questions in front of me:

Regulation of the Human Heart via Edward and Bella

Don't Move - Do Over

“Give me a new first kiss,” I said, my voice quiet but commanding.

He smiled widely at this and pulled me off the high lab stool. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. His erection pressed against my stomach and I moaned softly. His eyes softened at me but his lips stayed serious.

“I want to try something,” he whispered, smiling at the memory of the first time he’d said this to me. “Don’t move.”

He leaned down, his cool breath swirling into my mouth as I parted my lips slightly in anticipation. He had me. My ghost pulse was racing. He looked at my face, his eyes moving over my cheeks, eyes, forehead, then settling on my lips. His lips were only an inch from mine, willing me to move forward. But I didn’t. I made him come to me.

Slowly his lips covered mine, gently at first, taking my top lip into his mouth, then my bottom, his tongue gently sweeping over my mouth.

“Bella…” he whispered, curling his fingers in my hair and pulling my head closer with one hand, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him with the other, his body leaning forward and bowing mine backwards with the movement. He deepened the kiss, and his tongue pushed into my mouth with more urgency, almost as if a flip had switched inside him. His arms crushed me against him and his lips became urgent, hungry.

He let out a low groan then, leaning back and pulling my hoodie up and over my head. He growled softly when he remembered that I had nothing on underneath. He began fumbling with the buttons of my jeans before ripping them off me effortlessly. I stood before him in the lace thong.

He took deep, hoarse breaths as his eyes mine. Apparently he had forgotten about the panties, too.

“Bella,” he whispered.

Yes, For You

His fingers moved over me and they felt like they were touching me for the first time, discovering all of the curves and peaks of my body that had never been known to him when we were students together, but were entirely familiar now. I could tell he let himself remember how he had felt in here, how I had intrigued him, how he couldn’t leave me alone but could never let himself know me intimately. I held his face in my hands, the face that earlier had still held some of the tension, the reserve of before. Of the then-Edward. I didn’t miss that Edward, but I loved him too. So much.

Slowly he stepped closer and I put my hands around his erection. It surprised me that I could ever forget how hard he could get. His fingers dropped to the space between my legs and stroked me slowly.

“God, Bella, you’re so wet for me.”

Yes. For you.

I held him in my hands, feeling the weight of him, holding him angled away from my entrance. He moved his hands and I rubbed the tip of him along my clit.

His watched my hands move him over me and groaned, “Bella I can't wait any longer. I can't. Please.”

He pulled my legs around his waist. I felt him twitching against me and I pulled him closer by pressing my heels into his lower back. He growled and pressed into me slowly, my breath hitching as he hit where I healed and always grew tight. He stilled his movements and in an instant I remembered the first time we made love: the hesitation, the uncertainty, and then the release, the manic, devouring need that had only grown in the time since.

He pressed into me more, advancing slowly, until he was all the way inside of me. And although we had both felt tentative until then, had both remembered the hesitation and tension and unfulfilled desire we had experienced together in this room, at the moment our hips met, something inside him melted.

Ducking his head, he covered my mouth with his lips, becoming my sweet husband, the lover who knew every inch of my skin. His soft tongue pressed into mine and the moans he made quieted immediately in the space between our mouths. He kissed me as though he had kissed me a million times before and knew exactly what to do, his body moving with the knowledge and the practice of a man who knows his lover’s body better than she does. His hips circled against me, any teasing forgotten as we came together in the room of our beginning, showing it everything we had become in our time away.

The room was silent for us. The space around us let us make the noises, let us show it who we were now.

And then in an instant he was pounding into me, my back pressed against the lab bench as my wet thighs rubbed against the seat of Mike’s old chair.

“You want hard now?” he grunted. His body slammed against me, hitting deep and insistent, his sounds coming out low and rough.

“We’re going to come so hard together, right here, in this room where I first fell in love with you,” he whispered, “Thank you for not giving up on me, for being strong enough to fight for us.” He waited until I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look at him. His movement continued to be fast and strong, but his eyes were smoldering. “Don’t ever look back at this room and remember how hard it was for us sometimes. You just look back and remember how hard you came on my cock. Right here, in this room.”

“Oh God…” I moaned.

Happy Birthday

Finally he slowed, his lips covering mine, his voice low in my ear. "I love you.” His lips brushed my ear. “I love you, my wife.”

“So much,” I sighed, leaning my head against his chest.

He leaned back and looked at me, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Bella?”

“What?” I asked, shaking my head to clear the fog of our lovemaking.

“Happy birthday," he said quietly, leaning to gently press a kiss to my lips.

“What?” I said, shocked, pulling my face back to look at him.

“It’s Thursday. September 13th,” he said softly. “Happy birthday.”

I laughed, letting my head fall back. “I’m eighteen!” I giggled.

“Again!” He laughed with me. “Hang on,” he slowly pulled out of me and went to grab his pants. “I have something for you.”

I stifled a groan, knowing it was up to me to work on being a good sport. He pulled something out of his pocket and held his hand around it.

“It’s just a little something to keep the island with you, so you always have the memory of where we started us, who we are now.”

He turned me around so my back was to him. “Lift your hair, sweetheart.” I lifted my hair off my neck and felt him slip something around it, fastening it with his long fingers and letting his hand run down around my shoulders to my collarbone.

“Apparently I like decorating your neck,” he murmured, leaning forward and sucking on my neck.

He moved his hand from my chest and I looked down. A thin platinum chain held a beautiful deep blue sapphire, the size of my thumbnail, in a simple setting. He didn’t need to say more for me to know it was the exact color of the ocean at twilight as seen from the bedroom of the island house, the color of the panties he had ripped off of me on our rug, the color he loved on me so much.

I turned to him, covering my face in my hands. “I love it,” I said simply, letting my hands drop to see him beaming down at me.

“You do?” He smiled, pleased that I took his gift so happily.

“It’s perfect. I really love it.” I threw my arms around him and kissed him with every bit of gratitude I could muster. I could feel happiness pouring out of him.

“I’m glad you took that one so well…” He smiled.

I looked at him warily. “What do you mean ‘that one’?”

He laughed. “Bella, love, how was your drive over here?”

I groaned. “Slow.” I had to be honest. “Painfully slow.”

He laughed gleefully. “We’re going car shopping today!”

Review by MasenCullen:

"(First off, how would you like that drink shaken, stirred, blended or straight up?) Help! I'm drowning in emotions from this chapter (nervousness, sorrow, humor, love). SEND JASPER NOW! I'm going right for the jugular, NEWTON. That poor boy doesn't catch any breaks. *snicker snicker* I'm having a dirty vision here. It involves a Fork's High Auction, Newton's bio stool and Newton knowing that Bella's naked ass was on that stool. hahaha You know he's creepy wierd that way, he would soo bid on that stool. (we just won't tell him Edward's juices are also on that stool) I think your losing me. I'm possitive that I had a humor orgasm reading Edward & Bella's lab answers. Is that possible? You think I'm crazy don't you? That damn chuckle of Edward's flips on the horney switch in me everytime. WTH is that? Bad Lola bad. Their verbal Q&A's are deliciously titillating. *licking my lips* Bella you little kitten you. No words just actions and Edward gets excited. "Yes." "Ooh, yes." "God yes." Um, please excuse me I need some alone time. What are they playing, cat and mouse? So Bella,“Slow….then hard.” A double scoop of Sexy Edward 'coming' literally right up. LOL Aw, I swear that I can hear their moaning, growling and grunts. What's happening to me? It's her Birthday. *tears* “Apparently I like decorating your neck.”

Aw. The gift is so romantic, very Edwardly. I'm turning into a marshmallow. I like that she didn't whine about the gift or the car to come. All the bitchin and moanin about handmedowns only and I hate shopping...blah blah blah Earth to Bella, your husband, lover, mate and friend is bleeping filthy rich. Roll wit it girlfriend.

This was my dessert for the night. "That is my scar on your neck. Don’t you ever forget that." Sweet Jesus, everytime he mentions that scar I go free falling. It's like death by chocolate. YUMMY"

Great quote via practically every review:

"That is my scar on your neck. Don’t you ever forget that."

ALE Chapter 10 - Making It Ours

Our Rug

"I walked upstairs to Edward’s room… our room. The sky had turned dark; night was falling. The door was partially closed and I could see candlelight flickering inside the room. I pushed open the door to find Edward seated only in his boxer briefs, on the floor leaning against the side of the bed. He was seated on top of a very familiar looking, soft, white rug.

I gaped at him. “Is that…?”

He smiled and nodded. “It’s our rug. Surprise.” He licked his lips slowly, taking in my naked form..."

...I walked over to him and sat on his lap, straddling him and kissing him crazily. I took his top lip between mine, sucking it, kissing him, tasting him, letting my tongue taste his lips, his tongue, his skin. “What you just did on the piano… that might have been the most sensual experience I’ve had with you, ever. And that’s saying something.”

His arms crushed me against him and I ground my hips against him through his boxers. He flipped me onto my back and kissed down my neck, to my breasts where he lingered, licking and sucking my nipples. I fisted my hands in his hair and he moaned, his mouth closing hot over a nipple, pushing his breath over my skin. His hand trailed to my thighs. “Now where did I leave off downstairs?” he murmured, kissing to my navel as his fingers stroked my wet sex, and he took a deep breath, moaning. “Ah, yes… Jesus Bella, I should play Chopin more often.”

“You should," I agreed. “But it wasn’t Chopin that made me so fucking wet.”

He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering at my rare use of “fuck”. He smiled sexily. “You mean this is all for me?” He ducked down, kissing my clit softly before hungrily licking me, lapping at my skin, pulling me into his mouth and nibbling me.

My hips arched up against his movements, my breath coming out in jagged bursts. His tongue and fingers made me come quickly and hard.

“I think we should get a few more of those out of you tonight…” he murmured, continuing his delicious attention on me as my orgasm continued in slow waves over my body.

I felt his fingers slide lower, stroking the sensitive skin below my pussy, his other hand reaching for a tube of lube I hadn’t noticed earlier. Realization dawned on me, on what we were going to do tonight and I started coming harder, pressing myself against his face. He moaned against me, and I felt him slide a lubricated fingertip inside me, massaging me slowly, gently. God, yes!"

More

"He bit my clit making me jump and cry out, his mouth never leaving me. His fingertip moved just inside me, his other fingers gently stroking the sensitive flesh around the outside. I felt dizzy with need, wanting to feel him pressing inside me.

“More…” I heard myself begging.

He put some lube on another finger, gently pushing two fingertips inside me, working his way inside, stretching me slowly over several minutes. I could feel that his breathing was shallow against me. He was frantic and disorganized licking me. I felt myself pushing against his hand as I moaned low and rhythmically with the actions of his tongue.

I had no words left as his fingers moved in me and his mouth teased and pressed against my clit. I kept moaning, begging him not to stop. His hands and mouth were magic, his breath was warm against me.

“Bella,” he murmured. “Baby, I want you so bad.”

“Come here,” I whispered. “I need to feel you inside.”

Yes, Edward Please via anntastic23

"He slowly moved back up my body, kissing me slowly. “Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked softly."

“Yes, please," I begged him again, breathless. He kissed me then, his breath rushing into my throat with his excitement. He moved his fingertips out of me and picked up a small bullet vibrator, turning it on and holding it softly against my clit as he kissed me. His kisses were frantic; his mouth was open, hot, sloppy, and wet...

...He slowly pressed forward. I was shocked at the sensation of pressure, of stretching, of burning. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing as he moved mercifully slowly. “Are you okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded, but I still wasn’t sure we could do this. Even knowing I wouldn’t be hurt, I just wasn’t sure it was physically possible. He leaned forward and kissed me, a soft, wet open mouth kiss.

“Breathe, love. Relax. Push down against me.” His words made me moan and I did as he told, telling my body to relax. “You’re so beautiful, Bella," he whispered, licking my neck as he pushed forward in the slowest increments.

He watched my face try to relax and then his expression darkened and he smirked at me. In a low growl he murmured, “Your tight little ass is going to feel so fucking good around my cock…” and at the sound of his gravelly voice speaking like that to me I pushed hard against him, needing him inside me desperately.

I felt intense pressure and then his head slipped inside me and he stilled. And, oh God, the pain was mostly gone and in its place was the most amazing feeling of being completely filled by Edward, of feeling like he had completely consumed me.

“Oh, God, Edward. Oh, God… I’m going to come so hard…” The feeling of him stretching me so much and the vibrator was bringing me to another orgasm with the pain forgotten and I came so hard I was silent, my mouth open, my eyes clamped shut. I recovered slowly and looked up at him; he was biting his lip, barely controlling his movements, watching me. His legs were trembling behind mine.

“So you’re okay?" he asked with a smile in his voice, although his voice was strained.

“Yes," I breathed. “Please, Edward, more.”

He groaned at my words, rubbing more lube on his shaft and me before slowly pushing more into me, an inch at a time, taking it slowly to let my body adapt. His breathing was ragged and his face was frozen in concentration with the effort it took to not thrust in me all at once.

“Bella…” he whispered, his eyes heavy with lust.

“This feels so amazing…” I moaned.

Dirty Master

"Neither of us knew what to say. The experience of what we just shared clearly made us both feel a little shaken and overwhelmed. After about ten minutes, he picked me up off the floor and carried me gently into the bathroom, starting a hot shower for us. He washed me slowly, letting the water run down my body, gently rubbing soap on me. His mouth covered mine. We still had not spoken. Anything we said at this point would feel trite or obvious...

...The water started to cool. We had been in the shower for at least 45 minutes. Edward turned off the water and grabbed some towels for us and we wrapped ourselves and went and collapsed on the bed, our legs hanging over the side. We both stared at the ceiling.

“Um…” he laughed. “I don’t have words for what we just did.”

“You don’t have words? That says a lot about my tight little ass," I teased, looking over at him.

“Bella," he smiled at me knowingly. “I want to hear you try to tell me I don’t know the magic words.” He leaned over and tickled me. “Say it! Say ‘You’re the dirty Master, Edward.’ Tell me I’m your dirty Master.’”

“No!” I squealed. “I will not say that!” His fingers tickled me ruthlessly until I remembered who was stronger. I flipped him over and pinned him with my knees on his shoulders as he laughed up at me. I got lost in his eyes, those stupid gorgeous deep butterscotch eyes… and leaned down to bite his lip, hard. He yelped.

“You’re the dirty Master," I acquiesced. “You know the magic words.” I couldn’t lie.

He smiled smugly. “Your ass is amazing. There. Are we even?”

“Even," I laughed, falling down next to him on the bed."

Edward Had Porn

“I need to pick them up, fax them, and then I have a few accounting errands to run," he said vaguely.

I shrugged. “Okay. As long as you’re okay with me snooping through your drawers…”

He laughed at me, kissing me softly before standing up and grabbing a leather coat from his closet. “Snoop away.” He reached the door and turned back to me. “Oh, except…” he hesitated, biting his lip.

“What?” I asked, sitting up, my eyes open in curiosity and surprise.

“Well… just avoid the bottom drawer if you don’t want to see my porn stash," he smiled wickedly and then left the room.

Porn stash? Edward had porn? I wasn’t sure if I was totally turned on or totally disappointed at the idea of Edward having a drawer of porn. Jealousy raged through my veins. I decided I would avoid all bottom drawers in the room and have him throw everything away when he got home."

Speechless

"I took a deep breath and pulled out the photos. There were four. Each one was of me, asleep. One picture was of me sleeping on my back, the blankets thrown off to the side, my arms bent next to my head, one leg stretched out straight, the other bent at the knee and lifted to the side. My t-shirt rode up to my ribs, my white cotton underwear barely hiding my body beneath.

The second picture was of me sleeping on my stomach, one leg thrown over the blanket, the other covered by the blanket below my thigh, my arms up next to my head hugging my pillow. My ass was partially exposed from a magnificent wedgie I had managed to obtain from my lavender underwear in my sleep.

In the third picture I was curled up on my side, hugging a pillow, completely under the blankets, only my face and arms visible, my hair splayed out on the pillow underneath me. I had a smile on my face in my sleep. This picture was soft and bent in several places, almost as if it had been carried in a pocket for a long time.

The last picture made me throw my hand against my mouth. It was a picture of me sleeping on Edward’s chest, but the picture was a close up of my arm on his chest, my hand over his heart.

“I see you found my porn,” Edward said quietly from the doorway. I had been so absorbed I hadn’t heard the car, smelled him coming in the house.

I looked at him, speechless. “You took these.”

“Of course I took them," he laughed. “Who do you think took them?”

I was stunned and walked towards him, throwing my arms around his neck.

He kissed my neck softly. “These were the only things that kept me even somewhat sane when I left you.”

Starting Over via anntastic23

"I followed the instructions closely, still not sure where I was headed. It wasn’t until the last left turn that I realized where I was, Edward having guided me in through a back entrance he would know I wouldn’t have used. I laughed out loud, my still heart immediately flying into my chest with the realization of what Edward had planned. I pulled into a parking spot, letting the truck rumble to a stop, and looked up at the familiar building, covered in darkness, the woods dark and damp behind.

Forks High. We were starting over."

Review by MyNever:

"it really never seizes to amaze me how quickly you update! lol shoot, i haven't even had to time to review chapter 10 and already you put out chapter 11. so now i rush rush rush lol

i love that it's "our room" and "our rug", gosh that Edward sure knows how to make a girl feel at home. he wins a little more than points for bring that rug back to Forks. romantic Edward is my favourite!

i was dying to read about bella's dream coming true! i was curious to see if it'd be as thrilling as the other lemons and you did not disappoint. that lemon...was...EPIC! there is nothing else left for me to say about it...just EPIC!

when i read that Edward had a porn stash I felt completely guilty for wanting to know what was in it! ahh! it brought me back to this episode of Sex and the City where Miranda ends up finding her boyfriend's porn stash and finds out that he likes spanking, and when she does it to him he KNOWS that she snooped through his stuff and they break up...I was convinced that's what was going to happen so the entire time I was really hoping Edward wouldn't find out lol (cause of course, I'd rather have him not find out than actually learn the lesson to not snoop...I'm not crazy, I SWEAR!! JUST CURIOUS!!) anyways...that was just...*sigh* so sweet (and semi-creepy, though I really suppressed that part of my feelings) the pictures of Bella. My favourite?:

"The second picture was of me sleeping on my stomach, one leg thrown over the blanket, the other covered by the blanket below my thigh, my arms up next to my head hugging my pillow. My ass was partially exposed from a magnificent wedgie I had managed to obtain from my lavender underwear in my sleep" LMAO I DIED WHEN I READ THIS! hahahaha a wedgie! if that's not sexy, I don't know what is! and he proves just how perfect he is when he goes on to say:

"These were the only things that kept me even somewhat sane when I left you."

the idea of my lavender wedgie keeping Edward sane makes my heart melt and just chuckle and I LOVE IT!"

Great quote via many reviewers:

“These were the only things that kept me even somewhat sane when I left you.”

*Thank you anntastic23 for your help on Chapter 10.

ALE Chapter 9 - So It Begins

Different Life

"It was a gorgeous night, the type of balmy thick night we would never have in Forks. I inhaled deeply to memorize all of the smells around us, the air, the water.

“You okay?” Edward asked quietly.

I nodded against him. “You?”

“Yeah," he said quietly. “Just worried about you.”

I turned around to face him, leaning my back against the rails. “Why?”

He looked over my shoulder at the water. “It’s just going to be a different life for you now, all of us together… a lot. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.” His eyes returned to mine.

He looked down at me and smiled. “I know.”

“Edward, I’m sad to leave the island for obvious reasons. But… I’m really excited to start this life, too. I don’t want to mope and be morose. This is totally exciting for me.”

He looked at me, shaking his head. “You’d make Emmett proud," he said, laughing.

“She does!” Emmett called from the cabin, his eyes trained on the X-Box game. I laughed, realizing they were listening to everything we said.

Edward watched me closely, running this thumb along my bottom lip. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Love you," he whispered.

“Love you, too.”

Here For You

"Carlisle took my hand in a rare physical gesture. “Bella, we have a lot to figure out about your gift, and I don’t think any of us knows what this year is going to look like in that respect. But I do want to stress to you that I am here for you. I am here to talk to, to think out loud with you, to help you work through things. It is possible that some of the things you deal with will be hard for Edward. He may not be able to be objective. If ever that is the case, I am here for you.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly, squeezing his hand. We were quiet for a moment as Carlisle released my hand.

“This has been… weird for me,” Carlisle admitted.

“How so?” I asked, curious.

“I changed Edward and helped him through the process. I changed Esme, Rosalie, Emmett,” he looked at each of them, “but not you. It was so perfect, so fitting, how it happened between you two, but it was strange to not really be involved. You were so still. So quiet. Edward just spoke to you the entire time. You two have so many wonderful stories together.” He said the last bit more to himself than anything else. He seemed to straighten up, catching himself lost in thought. “I feel a great deal of joy watching you two together. Probably more than I can explain to you. It’s hard, though, because that process of transformation and then guidance is a normal part of the bonding process for me. You and I will have to find time for each other even without that connection, okay?”

I smiled back. “Sounds good.”

Simple

"I spaced out looking out the window, trying to process everything that had happened in the preceding several weeks. At one point I felt like I was losing my mind thinking about it all. I couldn’t remember everything and started to panic, feeling as though none of it had happened, that I would wake up alone in my bed in Phoenix, the last couple of years only a dream.

I interrupted the conversation. “Guys? Wait.” They all stopped talking and looked at me. “Am I… dreaming all of this?” I was trying to swallow the panic in my voice.

Edward straightened up in his seat, worry lining his forehead. “Bella?" he asked, his voice anxious.

“No,” Jasper said calmly.

“Are you sure?” I looked at Jasper as I sat upright in my seat.

“Absolutely," he nodded at me. “We are your vampire in-laws. You are a vampire now because your bajillionaire husband, the hottest guy from Forks High, bit you in a moment of passion while you were staying on your Mother-in-laws island. You have crazy hot lips and a rocking body. You are immortal and have a gift that allows you to sense the needs of others and help them. You’re not dreaming.” He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows. See? Simple.

I snorted out a laugh, leaning back in my seat. “Right. Just checking. It sounds totally reasonable when you put it like that.”

Part of the Piano

“Wait,“ I said quietly. “I want to shower.” I was feeling sticky and completely unsexy.

Edward nodded and kissed my nose sweetly. “Go ahead. Come find me downstairs when you’re done.” I knew he was going to play his piano.

I showered quickly, pulled my hair into a twist and pulled on one of Edward’s t-shirts. I didn’t want to deal with trying to find something in the luggage piled in the corner. I saw myself in the mirror and decided to skip the t-shirt, too. We were alone, for now. Might as well take advantage of it.

I padded downstairs and the music coming from the living room almost made me fall to my knees. I walked into the room and stood back from Edward, watching him play his piece, his fingers gliding over the keys in the most beautiful movements. His body seemed to be part of the piano, part of the melody. He didn’t move much, didn’t sway dramatically over the keys, but his movements were fluid and sensual. Watching how gracefully he moved, I had the overwhelming urge to dance with him again. I heard my breath hitch as I inhaled. Edward turned slightly and I saw that he was smiling. He did a double take when he realized I was naked."

Lithely on Top

“Come here," he said, his fingers continuing effortlessly in the music. I couldn’t help but notice that the top was lying flat on the grand piano. I wondered if that was because it would be too loud inside, or because he wanted me on top of his piano. I knew what I wanted to do.

I walked up behind him and then hopped lithely on top, laying down on my stomach, resting my chin on my hand, watching him. He smiled at me, nodding, and then looked back at the keys.

“What are you playing?” I asked quietly."

What Are You Playing?

“Chopin. Nocturne in C sharp minor," he said quietly. “You like?”

“Mmm. ‘Like’ is an obscenely inadequate word," I whispered. “I’m in awe of you.” His fingers were fluid and strong, the muscles in his forearms twitching with the movements.

“It’s what I played on your body the other day.” He ended the piece softly and looked up at me. I was silent, remembering. I smiled at him, completely and utterly in love.

“Come here," he said again, leaning forward for a kiss. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, letting my mouth open slightly.

“Edward…” I moaned, wanting him to keep playing but wanting him inside me also."

Sit on the Edge via gkkmouse

"He looked up at me and then at the top of the piano. “Sit at the edge,” he instructed, helping me move my legs how he wanted. He positioned me at the very edge of the top of the piano and spread my legs in front of him. “Lay down… like this," he said quietly, placing my feet on his shoulders. “I want you to really feel the music through my arms.”

He began playing and with his shoulders moving under my feet I felt like I was one of the keys, moving up and down with the music. It was a heavy piece, it could possibly feel sad, but the way Edward played it was sensual and full of love. I kept the weight minimal on his shoulders, just feeling his hands moving beneath me. The melody was mesmerizing, the piano vibrating underneath my back. I closed my eyes and let it take me over. The sound filled my head. The feel of his arms moving pulled me deeply into the music. I felt his breath against me and startled before I realized what he was going to do. His lips pressed against my sex softly, moving in rhythm with the music.

I felt his tongue push softly against me, his mouth moaning at the sensation. His movements didn’t intend to bring me to climax, it was clear. He was showing me how the music felt to him, what he was thinking about when he played. I wanted to cry. The feel of his mouth over me while he played one of the most beautiful pieces I had ever heard made me bring my hands to my face, trying to calm myself down. I breathed in deeply as the song ended. I couldn’t ask him for more, but would have given anything for him to keep going.

Before I could say anything he began again, the second piece lighter and softer. His mouth began pressing soft kisses against me, his tongue swirling over my skin. The sensation was completely different this time: lighter, gentler, his lips like air against me."

Every Song Is You via anntastic23

“Bella,” he whispered, just saying my name out loud. I turned my head to look at him and his eyes were closed, his head moving slightly against me as he played. He was completely lost in the combined sensations. This piece had many more quick notes and his shoulders moved softly beneath my feet. I couldn’t stop looking at his face, couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was.

The piece ended after several of the most amazing minutes of my life. He kissed my soft skin again, leaned back, and opened his eyes to look at me.

“What are those pieces called?” I breathed, barely able to find my voice.

“The first was Song Without Words by Mendelssohn. The second was Berceuse for Piano in D Flat Major by Chopin," he said quietly, looking at his hands. “They both make me think of you. Every song makes me think of you in some way. But those two… they almost rip me in half when I play them now.” The intensity in his gaze as his eyes met mine made me feel like I was falling. He looked at the stairs and then smiled at me.

“Bella, please give me a minute then come meet me in our room, okay? I want to get something for you.”

I nodded, still unable to form a coherent thought. He stood up and walked upstairs, looking back at me. I was still on the piano, just watching him move. I saw him break into a wide smile before he disappeared up the staircase."

Review by glo4twilight:

"this chapter was just fantastic had so much in it ..humor especially which was great!! as for carlisle omg he takes my breath away almost as much as edward does..i say almost! nonetheless his talk with bella was so full of wisdom and caring and concern it was just beautiful! then when everyone started analyzing bella it was so funny!! especially what the guys had to say without seeming like they were hot after edwards wife!!lol! then when jasper spoke to her on the plane about that it wasn't a dream and what he said to her about them being inlaws and how her bajillionaire..i love that...husband hottest guy from forks high etc etc and when he said that she has crazy hot lips and a rocking body etc was just absolutely classic!! i loved it so much! your dialogue is so impeccable what can i say!!"

Review by Feisty Y. Beden:

"I love the Cullen family dynamic like WHOA. Love! Everyone's so much fun. As always, I find the Jasper/Bella interaction awesome (and dare I say, kind of hot, in that "I like to flirt with this person b/c it's fun and b/c I'm totally into my partner so it is totally harmless"), love that Rosalie and B are buddies, love that everyone is exasperated at Carlisle, etc. My heart sunk a bit when I read that she'd eventually have to fake her death. Sigh.

But then! But then! Sparklelinguns on top of the piano FTW! Holy smokes. You, like, combined everything I think is hot in a few scant paragraphs of nether-combusting prose. Holy schnikies. FIRE IN THE HOLE! FIRE IN THE HOLE! *thud*"

Great quote via anntastic23:

“Moving on… of course, your gorgeous skin and bright smile could be attributed to the benefits of married life?” Edward said, smiling proudly and pointing his thumbs at his chest.

Jasper looked up at us from the other table. “Yes, Edward. When Charlie asks why Bella looks like a Grecian goddess you can just answer, ‘We had a great wedding night.’ That will go over well.”

“Go for it. Guns can’t kill vampires,” Emmett mumbled from the couch, his fingers working fast on the controller as Alice giggled, clearly kicking his ass."

*Thank you anntastic23 for all of your help on Chapter 9. I heart you.

ALE Chapter 8 - Goodbye Beginning

Beautifully Circular via anntastic23

"I sat at the edge of the counter, looking at him. He didn’t move from his position in the doorway; he was watching me as I sat in a place I had been only days earlier, but under very different circumstances.

“When you stitched me up, do you remember how you felt?” I asked quietly.

“Yes," he whispered. "I was terrified that I would lose control."

“Did you?”

He smirked at me. “Bella.” He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Damn he is gorgeous. “Just go through it with me. Humor me.”

“No, I did not lose control. I stitched you up quite nicely, bleached the hell out of the kitchen, and then pummeled you roundly on that very countertop.”

I giggled, and he smiled sexily at me, waiting for me to speak. “You did indeed. What do you think stopped you from losing control?”

“You.”

“Interesting, isn’t it? That having me here kept you from losing control with me. How beautifully circular.” I licked my lips.

He watched me, curious.

“Don’t you think it would be the same for me?” I said, leaning back on my elbows.

He kept watching me. Waiting. Wanting to reassure himself that things wouldn’t change when we got home to Forks. Wanting to purge all the images from his head that Carlisle unknowingly planted: images of Aro finding me and taking me to Italy because I couldn’t resist what he needed from me, and worse, images of me giving into Jacob because I couldn’t say no.

“Wouldn’t you think having you and your needs near me would keep me grounded when I’m not in control yet? Regardless of what else is out there.”

His eyes flickered to the side and then back to me. His face relaxed in an instant, understanding pushing away the tension in his expression. He knew what I was saying: that no matter what needs I would come up against while we are figuring this out, he is my rock. He is my gravity. His needs have the strongest pull for me. I would never betray that, I couldn’t betray that no matter what was coming at me. I knew this in my bones.

He took a step towards me, untying his board shorts and pushing them down his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He moved slowly, his eyes on me, understanding what I was telling him to claim.

“I need you to want only me," he whispered, reaching the counter, pushing my legs apart.

“I do, Edward. I could only ever want you. I don’t care where we are, I want you.” I let myself lay back on the cool marble as he pulled me to the edge of the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist.

His hand trailed from my knee to my sex, he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “It sounds possessive, I know," he whispered, his fingers stroking me. “I need this to be mine, only ever mine.”

“There's no question.”

Claim Me via anntastic23

"He pushed into me slowly, his hands moved back to my legs. “And these thighs, and these knees. Only for me.” His voice was so quiet as he let his hands move down my thighs as he began moving, his fingers stroking my clit. “No one else will see this beautiful skin.” I barely heard his whisper.

I moaned at his touch, his eyes looking up at the sound, meeting mine. He smiled, his look was beyond smoldering; my head fell back onto the countertop.

“My hips to grab.”

Oh God yes.

“My belly button," he whispered playfully rubbing his finger inside my small groove. “My ribs to tickle. My beautiful pink nipples to lick,” his fingers pinched my nipples as his hips beginning to slam against my ass. “My neck to bite, Bella, that is my mark on your neck, don’t you ever forget that.”

“Yes," I moaned.

“Those lips… oh, those lips are definitely only mine, love," he growled this at me. “Mine to kiss, bite, suck. And those lips only kiss me, only suck on me. Tell me, Bella. Please.”

“Yours," I breathed. Claim me. I willed him. Do it.

“Yes," he whispered. He threw his head back, moaning, bringing his fingers back to stroke me in time with his thrusting. His eyes met mine again. “My body will be the only flesh besides your own hands to bring you release.”

I was moaning loudly now, my head thrashing against the hard marble has his fingers flew over my sensitive skin. He started just saying my name quietly in time with his movements and the sound of it pushed me to come so hard I slammed my fist down at my side, cracking the marble. Edward didn’t react at the sound; his orgasm followed soon after mine as he pulled out of me and spilled over my stomach, his entire body shaking with his climax.

He stood over me for several minutes as he steadied himself, his fingers running over my thighs, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I found myself breathing hard, propped up on my elbows watching his eyes rove over the body he had just claimed. His semen on me smelled of fresh water, new grass, and salt. It was intoxicating.

“Wow,” I said, smiling.

Kisses via anntastic23

"We stripped out of our swimsuits and crawled under the covers. I knew we wouldn’t make love again before we left, our time in the kitchen was what we wanted to leave for the island to keep safe for us until we returned.

He pulled me to him and kissed me, pressing his lips against mine, letting his mouth slowly open to me, his tongue softly stroking mine. The kisses were passionate, our bodies responded, but we only kissed, for hours. His hands were wrapped in my hair, my arms snaked under his arms and my hands pulled at the hair at the back of his head. He teased me with his mouth, kissing me in small nibbles, letting his tongue tease my lips before pushing into me, deepening the kiss and moaning into my throat."

Encapsulated

"He was suddenly serious, the mood in the room shifted almost tangibly. “The way you looked up at me… It encapsulated everything I find sexy about you: innocence on the surface but hunger beneath. Your quiet willingness to take what you want from me. You have no idea how beautiful you are, but in that moment you felt sexy, I could tell. You didn’t even worry about whether you knew what to do, you just did what felt right and it… it was amazing.”

I stopped breathing, trying to still the way my stomach flew into my chest.

“Bella, I hope you can find that more with me. Find what makes you feel sexy. What makes you feel powerful.”

I didn’t know what to say. I kissed him with everything I had to thank him for saying that, to thank him for our time on the island. I knew anything I said would be woefully inadequate.

“God, I love you," he whispered. I nodded against him, not trusting my voice to be steady in response. Finally, after several quiet moments, he said, “We have to go." He kissed me once softly, then again deeply, moaning into my mouth."

Here We Go 1 via anntastic23

"Edward and I stood on the deck of the boat, Edward behind me, my hips leaning against the railing. The island retreated from our view and after awhile I couldn’t make it out anymore. I leaned my head back against Edward’s chest, sighing, holding his hands against my stomach.

He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “Here we go," he whispered."

Goodbye Beginning

Review by 4everhis91:

"its so sad to leave the island, but so exciting to see what happens next. this chapter was so sweet and emotional. Saying goodbye and remembering the special times. The lemon and destruction of the kitchen was HOT and WILD and then the chaste sweet ending was beyond. Alice's visions and realizations of facing fears and Edwards raw emotions showed the depths of his love for Bella. In those times where he is so unable to control his overwhelmingly powerful emotions his humanity shines through as a lover, a husband, a true man. You have captured the essence of this true love tale."

Review by kassiah:

"Aw it is bittersweet. I am glad that they are moving on with their lives. I am also so so happy that Edward is taking his place as head of their two-person family. And that Bella is letting him, but also being his partner. I love that Bella knew what he needed, duh that is her power, but knew he needed...her, like she needs him but even more. And that she didn't hesitate to show him that his needs are more important to her than anything else. I know I am way late into this game of ALE, but I really, really love it. And am so happy that Algonquinrt recommended it. And am so grateful that you are writing it. So thank you."

Review by MasenCullen:

"I feel like I just played a game of russian roulette with this chapter. The uncharted territory of Bella's powers are going to test the Cullen's family unity. Edward's needs will always trump anyone or anything, but each member of the Cullen's will play an important part by physically or mentally needing something from Bella. There is always stength in numbers, they always protect their family which will make it practically impossible for Bella to be pulled away from those who need her the most. HER FAMILY! I love the military man side of Jasper, always a southern gentleman with a plan of attack. Where's Emmett in all of this though? Emmett's very protective of his little sis as well. Another question I have is where's Rosalie? We all know her past. Surely she needs something from Bella.

That marble island in the kitchen sure go one hell of a work out. Good thing they don't eat off of it. Well they could if they choose to do so. LMAO (you should really be scared of where my thoughts are wondering right about now) I love this line, "How beautifully circular." That's what Edward & Bella are a circular bond that can't be broken, EVER. "I need you to want only me," "I need this to be mine, only ever mine,"...just the word MINE pushes me over the edge. And Edward, everything that Bella has body, mind and soul is YOURS.

They created such a strong begining on this island it's difficult for me to say goodbye with them. "The living room rug feels like our rug," they so... need to take that rug home with them. A keepsake. LOL They need to put it in their room. Would anyone recognize it? Oh, I think Emmett should. With Emmett being Emmett, hum...Edward spill something about that damn sexy hot rug. I'm begging you PRETTY PLEASE. “Do you remember"...I passionatly love when Edward & Bella are in what they refer to as "our" bed for the last time before leaving the island having an intimate conversation about what they have shared together. "Literally mind-blowing." I'll tell you what's literally mind-blowing your lemony goodness Lola! "“Bella, I hope you can find that more with me. Find what makes you feel sexy. What makes you feel powerful.” PLEASE DO BELLA. Edward NEEDS you have more of that with him. Dear God, what will they do next?"

Great quote via babbles:

“I…I actually can’t really believe you made that joke.” I smiled at him, surprised. - This is funny, old Edward vs new Edward!

“I know. Me either. I am sure I will beat myself up about it later in private while I’m listening to some very morose music.” - LOL!
I laughed hard at this. I loved it when he could make fun of himself. “Well, it goes without saying that you can thrust in my mouth anytime now.”

Great quote via trustme83:

"He knew what I was saying: that no matter what needs I would come up against while we are figuring this out, he is my rock. He is my gravity. His needs have the strongest pull for me. I would never betray that, I couldn’t betray that no matter what was coming at me. I knew this in my bones."

*Thank you anntastic23 for all of your help on Chapter 8. I heart you.