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I'm so excited to be able to continue the story of Duckward and Assbella. These two have some serious adventures ahead of them, and I can't wait to get into it all with you!

Okay, first things first. This story, like Lockdown, will not get political. I'm not going to touch the subject of politics or the vaccine. This story, like Lockdown, is meant to be fun and light-hearted, and though I think there are important conversations to be had around the political climate around the world right now, this is not the place for it. This story starts in 2022, two years after the Lockdown started in the US, and in this universe, things did get to return to "normal" function.

Okay, now that that is all out of the way, we can get on with it!

Thank you to Melferd, DaniDarlingxx, and Lily Jill for pre-reading this chapter. Any mistakes are my own.

June 23, 2022

Los Angeles California

"What the hell are you doing?"

I look up at the doorway where Edward is standing with a basket of laundry in his arms, staring at me.

"What?" I demand, pushing my glasses up my nose. His eyes flicker down to the pile I'm sorting on the bed.

"You know you can't bring any of that, right?"

I look down at the pile of weapons I've assembled. Knives, my axe, a baseball bat, a tiny sword that is supposed to be a letter opener… I look back up at him. "I'm not leaving this," I say, shaking my head.

Edward drops the basket on the bed, shaking his head. "Babe, we can't bring that shit with us. We'll get flagged as terrorists."

I roll my eyes at his dramatic ass. "Okay, first of all, they aren't bombs," I say, glancing back at the pile. "Second of all, we're shipping a whole load of other crap. Why not this?"

Okay, so the stuff we're shipping are things like books and crap Edward will need for school. Still, I don't see why my axe won't fit in there with them.

"Bella, I swear to God," he mutters, shaking his head. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow, daring him to continue. He huffs. "Babe, think about all the weapons you'll be able to find in Europe," he says, trying a new tactic. I frown. "Leave this shit here. I'm sure you'll be restocked in no time."

It's a good point; we are bound to come across all sorts of weapons over there, especially with Edward's research. "Promise me you'll steal me a Viking sword," I say, tossing my knives on the bed. Edward snorts out a laugh and I grin at him though I'm serious. If they were good enough for the Vikings, they will be good enough for me.

Edward moves around the bed, reaching out to me and I sink into his arms willingly. His fingers move up my back until he tugs gently on my ponytail. "You're insane, Swan."

I grin, my fingers diving under the back of his shirt and moving my palms flat across his back. "You're the crazy one for wanting to marry me," I point out. "Once we're legally bound, there is no escape."

Edward grins, and it's that same fucking smile that makes my heart stop and restart at an abnormal pace. Jeez, I love this man.

"Promise?" He asks, dipping his head down, his nose brushing along mine. I'm not ashamed to admit I shuddered in his arms, melting a little at his proximity.

"Forever, Cullen," I whisper, knowing what the words will do to him.

They don't disappoint. Edward's lips crash down against mine, making me grin as my hands slip out from under his shirt and snake between us. I wind them up around his shoulders and use the leverage to haul myself up into his arms as his grip tightens around me. His mouth is demanding, intense, as he bites down on my lower lip. I hiss, my legs squeezing him as I work on securing myself around him.

"Fuck, our bed is covered in weapons," he growls, tearing his mouth from mine. His hands work under my ass, squeezing and kneading and I buck against him.

"Dresser," I pant, squeezing him between my legs, suddenly desperate for him.

He grunts and spins around, taking three steps across the room to deposit me on top of the low dresser in our room. His lips find mine again and they are biting and demanding. I pull his hair so hard he hisses, his hips pressing into me harder.

"Take these fucking clothes off," I snap, releasing his hair to yank on his shirt. I nearly strangle him trying to get it off.

"God, you're demanding," he grunts, throwing his shirt off and then reaching for mine.

"Faster!" I shout.

He's pissed off now, and beautiful with his anger. A thrill runs through me as he rips my shirt off me. I'm wearing a sports bra that has a zippered front, and Edward manages to unzip it, pulling it open. I move my arms to slip it off, but he surprises me, catching my arms behind my back and using my bra to tie them up. Oh, fuck yes.

I'm perched on our dresser, tits jutting out, hands bound behind my back with my own fucking bra.

I'm so fucking turned on, I can barely think.

Edward takes a step back from me, smirking as he watches me. "God, you look good like this."

"Get your ass over here!" I demand.

He takes his time, and it drives me fucking wild. "Do you have any idea how frustrating you can be?" he asks, reaching up to stroke the tops of my thighs through my leggings. My legs fall open for him.

"Fuck," I whine. I need him to touch me more.

"Are you going to obey me when we're married?" he asks, and my eyes snap up to his.

"Fuck, no," I grunt.

Edward's smile is wicked. "Tell me what you need."

My legs are spread so fucking wide, the back of my knees are hooked over the corners of the dresser. "I want you to rip a fucking hole in these leggings and rail me."

I'm not usually an advocate for unnecessarily ruining clothes, but the look on his face when I say those words makes me want to offer him my whole wardrobe to tear apart.

Edward's fingers trace back up my thighs, finding the front seam just over my mound. I'm moaning so loud, I'm certain neighbors a few apartments down can hear me. His fingers play with the seam, pressing against me just enough to make me scream at him with desire and frustration. Edward grins, leaning down to capture my lips with him, shutting me the hell up.

He starts fingering me through my leggings, pressing against my clit, running the seam down through the wetness soaking out of my pussy. "God, you're soaked," he groans.

"Ed-ward," I whine hard, past the point of playfulness anymore. He nods, his fingers finding the smallest of holes in the seam of my leggings.

The sound of the fabric tearing sends a jolt down my spine. "Nothing underneath," he tsks. I don't know why this is a surprise to him, I almost never wear underwear.

Before I can make some smart ass comment, Edward throws open his fly, pulling his cock out, and my whole body inches forward toward the edge of the dresser, desperate for him.

He's sliding into me before I can nag him again. His body slams into mine so hard, the dresser flys back, hitting the wall, and I scream, my eyes rolling back into my head.

"Hold on, Baby," he grunts, wrapping his arms around my hips. My hands, still bound behind me, find purchase on the dresser as he absolutely rails me. He's unrelenting, and the dresser is the perfect height, letting him fully unleash on me. The hard wood under my ass and the hard cock pounding into me are driving me higher and higher. I'm so turned on that it takes almost no time before I'm screaming, coming hard around him. Edward doesn't slow down, and the one orgasm blooms into new pleasure quickly. Edward takes a second to help me unbind my wrists from my bra, and once they are free, my arms fly around him, pulling him tighter, harder.

His perfect cock is buried in me to the hilt, sliding in and out of me so smoothly, it's hard to think. My pussy is so fucking sensitive, I can feel the veins of his cock rubbing against me as he fills me. My hands grab his hips and I slam myself into him, my pussy fluttering as he hits my g spot. "Fucking shit fuck," I cry, slamming his hips back to me to hit the spot again. My orgasm feels like it starts in my spine, paralyzing me as it spirals out so hard my whole body is swept up in it. Edward swears, his head falling to my shoulder as he buries himself in me and comes.

We are both silent, the echoes of our cries still bouncing around us, filling my ears with a hollow ringing sound. My body is a livewire of sensation, and I feel a few muscles flutter and quake in the aftermath of bliss.

Eventually, Edward pulls out of me, and I whine, deep in my throat.

At some point, he lost his shorts. I hadn't even noticed.

He reaches up, gently tugging my leggings off me. I lift myself up, barely, to help him as they slide down. They are well and truly thrashed.

Edward returns to his spot between my legs and I wrap my body around him, hugging him to me. We're nearly at eye level like this, and I run my fingers through his bright hair.

"Hey," I whisper. He smiles, leaning up to kiss the corner of my mouth.

"Yeah?"

I grin at him. "I love you."

I don't offer it up all willy nilly, and not nearly as often as Edward says it to me, but I don't think he minds so much. When I do tell him, he gets this sappy as hell look on his face that melts my damn heart.

It's there now, his eyes are bright with his joy, and his smile is sweet and tender and so fucking happy.

"Bella, I love you so much."

I grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth. I pull back before we can get lost in each other again. "Thanks for fucking me."

Edward barks out a laugh that rattles the dresser and consequently, me.

"It was my pleasure," he says, his face beautiful with amusement. I lick my lips, glancing down between us at his cock. God, this man has some stamina. It's fucking amazing.

"Want to do it again?" I ask, hopeful. Edward's smile turns sinful.

"Better hold on, Baby."

Whew, what better way to start these two off with a big bang! Just so we're clear, not all the chapters will be this long. It's a drabble, so they will be much shorter, we just had to kick things off properly ;)

See you loves tomorrow! xx