Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Faith, Hope, And Love

By Momma2Fan

Chapter 20:

Adjustments…

Bella and Edward had to adjust to the changes they were making. Her to living with a man, him to having his father as his boss. It was something that was taking them a little bit of time.

“Dammit, Edward!” Bella snarled as she picked up his wet towel from the bathroom floor—again.

Had he been there, she would have thrown it at him and growled in his face. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—he was already at the hospital.

Edward hated that Bella’s hair was always in his pockets. He wondered how she wasn’t bald with the way it fell out. It was also annoying how she had to tighten the sheets every night before they climbed into bed. Like they weren’t going to get messed up anyway.

But he loved holding her close, smelling her hair as it spread out around them, listening to her gentle breaths, and her sleep talking. He was fascinated every time, wondering what was going to come out of her mouth.

All in all they had settled in. The only thing that was missing was the intimacy. While they shared a bed every night, they hadn’t made love. Bella was growing frustrated and was sitting in the living room with all the lights off when Edward got home that night.

“Babe? What’s going on?” Edward asked as he approached her.

“We need to talk.”

Those four words together were never a good thing, so Edward was immediately on alert.

“Okay…” He sank into a chair near where she was sitting and waited. What he was waiting for he didn’t know.

Bella turned to look at him. “Do you love me?”

“What?” Edward choked out.

“Do. You. Love. Me?” she repeated.

“Of course I do, Bella! What kind of question is that?”

“An honest one.” Bella held up her hand when he would have interrupted her. “Just let me get this out.” She took a breath and continued. “Since you’ve moved in, I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve kissed me. I’ve only heard you tell me you love me twice. Every night we share a bed, yet you don’t touch me. So, that has me wondering. I know you’re tired and the hospital takes a lot out of you. I’m just wondering where I fit. Am I just a roommate? Am I your girlfriend? Tell me what’s going on, please.”

Edward sighed. “I’m sorry, baby. I know you probably think I don’t want you, but that is the furthest thing from the truth, trust me. You are not just a roommate to me, Bella. You are my girlfriend, but you’re also so much more. You’re my best friend, my love, my life, and my soulmate. I want everything with you. I want to touch you and hear you cry out my name in pleasure. I want to lose myself inside you and feel you all around me. When we do make love, I don’t want it to be rushed or something we feel we need to do to prove how much we love each other. I want to take the time to savor you.

“Bella, I haven’t touched you because I know once I do, I am gonna want to all the time. I just didn’t want to scare you with how much I crave you. Because that’s what it is—a craving.”

Bella just stared at him, but apparently he wasn’t done.

“Bella, I don’t want our first time to be something that happens in between one of our shifts. I want to woo you. I want to make you feel special before, during, and after. Not only that, but I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Now she had to speak. “Oh, Edward.” She moved so she was kneeling in front of him and placed her hands on his knees. “You could never disappoint me. I love you. I know when we do finally make love, it will be wonderful. But, sweetie, I don’t need all the pomp and circumstance. I just need you.” Bella decided to break the tension now that she knew where his head was. “I also need you to start picking up your damn towel in the morning.”

Edward chuckled. “Sorry, baby.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. What he meant as a chaste kiss, quickly became more. He felt her tongue as it swept out along his bottom lip. He opened for her with a groan. When she touched his tongue with hers, he almost lost it. He gathered her quickly in his arms and held her tightly to his chest.

Bella moaned at the feel of chest pressed to hers and felt her nipples tighten. She wanted to rip her shirt over her head and remove his, as well, so she could feel his skin against hers, but she didn’t want to rush him. If Edward wanted to be in control of their sex life, then she was going to let him.

They broke apart, both panting for air but staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Bella.”

“I love you, too.”