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Bella's POV

I stuck my arms into the warm soapy water as I washed the dinner dishes. I sighed at the feeling of the warm water sloshing up to my elbows. I slowly scrubbed the plates in the sink, taking my time to be meticulous. I had nothing else to do for a while. Charlie had to go back to the station to cover the night shift for a sick employee and Edward was out hunting with his brothers. He wouldn't return until late tonight. Probably not until after I had fallen asleep, although I made him promise to wake me up when he got in. I continued to scrub dishes as I lost myself for quite a few minutes to thoughts of how he might wake me up tonight.

There had been some interesting changes in our relationship since our most recent trip to the meadow; the day he had offered me everything and I, shockingly, decided to wait. It caused an unexpected shift in our relationship. Given his new willingness and my hesitation, it had become my unofficial responsibility to enforce the boundaries. When he let go of the responsibility of 'protecting my virtue', as he called it, it had freed him in so many ways. He was happier, less guilty about his desires and definitely less restrained in our physical relationship. He was constantly kissing me, touching me and testing our new boundaries. It had become a kind of game for him- a let's see how flustered I can get Bella, game. A game I'm sure we both enjoyed.

As the new "warden", my boundaries were a lot less strict than his had been and we had both been enjoying the new experiences. I chuckled quietly remembering when Edward first referred to me as 'The Warden'. It had potential.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh!" I jumped in surprise and splashed myself in the process. There stood my personal angel, the love of my life, my Edward. "You're here!" I flung myself at him without thinking. Of course I managed to trip over my own feet before I could even reach the safety of his arms. I closed my eyes waiting for my expected rescue from myself.

He caught me into the embrace of his arms, laughing at my enthusiasm. His beautiful honey eyes, light from his recent trip, gazed at me in adoration and amusement. I looked down where my hands had landed on his chest, and realized I created two very wet hand prints on his shirt. "Oops." I blushed and reluctantly pulled my hands away from his rock solid pecks.

He looked down at his shirt and the perfectly shaped outline of my wet hands. His lips twitched up at one corner. "I like it," he smirked. "Besides, now we match." He quirked one perfect eyebrow at me and lowered his gaze from my eyes. I followed the direction of his stare as I looked down at my own shirt. I gasped and automatically covered myself with my arms.

I had managed to splash myself with the dishwater. My shirt was all wet. My white tee shirt was completely see through and I could clearly see the outline of the lacy, white bra Alice had purchased for me. I blushed furiously and looked at Edward whose gaze had returned to my eyes and was determinedly remaining there. I turned my back to him in embarrassment, facing the sink.

I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist as his slightly damp chest pressed into my back. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me." He purred into my ear. I didn't think it would be possible to become more embarrassed at this situation. I was sure my face was the reddest it had ever been. "Bella," he continued to whisper in my ear, "In just a few short days, I'll be seeing you in a lot less than a wet tee shirt." I nearly choked on the air I was trying to gulp down. "I can't think of anything more perfect than your body," he concluded as he placed kisses behind my ear and down my jaw line.

My insecurities resurfaced. I could think of a lot of people who would look a lot better in a wet tee shirt than me. I mumbled something incoherent and probably a bit bitter about Tanya and wet tee shirts. I didn't mean for him to hear, but apparently he understood anyway. He spun me around to face him, holding my body tight against his. I stifled a gasp as I looked into his eyes. They were smoldering and black with fire. It was the same look he gave me in the meadow when he had offered to give me everything I wanted without any qualifications first.

"You really have never seen yourself clearly at all," he chastised. "I think it's about time for you to understand that you are the most beautiful," he punctuated his words with a kiss, "loving," another kiss, "sexy creature I have ever laid eyes on." I stared at him in disbelief.

"Bella," he sighed, exasperated. "Perhaps words aren't enough," he mused aloud. "I love you. I will always love you. Your body is so exquisite; I don't know if I can keep my hands off of you any longer. I cannot wait to be your husband and to make you mine in every way."

To illustrate his point, he gripped my sides with his long fingers splayed over my back possessively. He slowly lifted his hands exposing a band of skin above my jeans. One hand held my shirt in place, while his other hand slid down to my newly exposed skin. He ran his fingers across my bare back and around the front across my stomach. The feel of his cool hands on my exposed skin caused shivers down my spine and I felt my abdomen clench with pleasure.

He pulled away from me slightly as he held my gaze. I whimpered at losing the contact and he gave me my favorite crooked smile. His eyes deliberately left mine and travelled slowly down my body, lingering in places. I kept my eyes locked on his face, embarrassed, but feeling the excitement course through my veins. He leaned in and his lips devoured my neck and then moved to my mouth.

I couldn't breathe; the electricity in the air was palpable. I knew if I was going to stick to being 'The Warden' and wait until after the wedding, I had to reign in the lust flying around the room. Yet I couldn't bring my body to pull away from Edward's. Instead, I did the only thing I could think of – I reached my arm behind me to the sink and splashed Edward with as much dishwater as I could.

He froze with a shocked expression on his face. Water was dripping down his face, his shirt was soaking wet, his hair darkened and drooping over his brow. He looked glorious. I froze, waiting for his reaction.

He broke the standoff with a loud roar of laughter. "I can't believe you did that!" He accused, still trying to reign in his laughter. Relieved, I laughed with him. "Now my shirt's all wet," he teasingly whined. He got a look in his eye that I was coming to recognize as trouble and I choked on my laughter as he whipped off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. I ogled his perfect musculature and lost coherent thought.

"Bella, that was very naughty of you," he teased. He stalked toward me, forcing me back against the counter. "Are you going to apologize?"

"No" I gasped. I really wasn't sorry at all. Not with the view I was currently enjoying. He was playing dirty, and it was unfair. He was completely, totally, unfairly… mind blowingly sexy.

With his body pushed against me and my back against the sink, I had nowhere to go. I closed my eyes in anticipation of whatever punishment he wanted to give me. Instead of the expected kiss, I yelped when water splashed over my body. My shirt was completely drenched in dishwater.

I looked down at my half drowned state and back to him as he smirked at me. "I guess that's two for me love, I'm catching up," he teased.

I shivered from the water and the contact with his cold skin, raising goose bumps on my flesh. His eyes slipped again to my soaked shirt which was clinging to every curve and the smirk slipped right off his face.

His reaction built my confidence and firmed my resolve. I could play this game. I put on what I hoped was a sexy, come hither look. "This shirt is all wet." I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip. I reached down to the bottom hem of my shirt, crossing my arms as I lifted it slightly, exposing just an inch of my skin. His eyes locked onto my movements, waiting for whatever I was planning. "You don't want me to be all wet do you?" He audibly gulped and I realized an unintended double meaning in my words. I pulled the shirt up quickly over my head until I was standing in front of him in just my bra and jeans.

"Bella," he growled, his previous teasing tone was replaced with desire. I had him where I wanted him. Now I just had to stick to the plan. I was so tempted to just give it all up and finally get what I really wanted anyway.

"Edward." I unintentionally moaned his name in a husky voice. I had his complete attention. My confidence picked up another notch. I could do this. I channeled all my pent-up frustration into another hopefully smoldering look. I slowly sauntered toward him and he actually took a little half step backwards. I must be doing something right.

"Edward," I said again as stopped inches in front of him. He swallowed and forced his eyes up to my face. "I want you…" I deliberately paused as he leaned a fraction closer to me, "to know that…" he groaned at my teasing, "I just got to three – I win!" I yelled out as I ran out of the kitchen past him. I got maybe a three second head start before I heard a playful growl behind me and he pounced. I love it when I win.

A/N: Sorry if this isn't as good as the others, I was out of ideas, but I really wanted to get this completed before BD comes out (Tomorrow!!). I almost made this into its own little fluffy piece, but decided to make it end the "contest". Thanks for reading, let me know what you think.