SURPRISE!! Yes....I'm back and it's an outtake!! More like a smuttake!! :) So I thought for sure that when I hit that complete button I could move on with my life and continue with my next story, but NO....Edward screamed at me daily until I just sat down and wrote this!! He's a bit more satisfied now, but that's not to say that another one won't be coming! I'm thinking either the proposal, wedding or the birth of their son?! Which would you prefer to see? Let me know!!

Thanks to Clarisa for her awesome beta skillz!!

Disclaimer: I don't own them!



It had been two months since Bella's presentation and I felt like things were finally going great. Aside from Mary being a complete bitch and making me work long ass hours, everyday things were running smoothly.

After Angela moved in with Ben, Bella moved back into her old suite. I could see her practically anytime I wanted to. Most nights I ended up crawling into bed with her after unsuccessfully trying to sleep in my own bed. I worried that it would piss her off, but she assured me that she didn't sleep well without me next to her. Honestly, I wasn't sure how much of that was true, but since she wasn't pissed, I really didn't care.

Sleeping with Bella was great, but that's all we did. Sleep. There were no other activities going on and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to explode soon from lack of attention. Rosy and her five friends were getting tired of their daily workout. I took it upon myself to plan a little getaway for just Bella and me. Mary had to leave for a few days to take care of some business in LA and I fully intended on slacking off while she was gone. She left me with a shit load of crap to get done, but I wasn't doing any of it. I felt like she was my boss, not my assistant, and I just wanted to rebel.

Rose wasn't too happy that I was stealing Bella away for the Fourth of July holiday, but I didn't give shit about what she thought. For living in a giant mansion with our own suites, we lacked serious alone time and I was going to get it this weekend come hell or high water. So I did a bit of research and found out who had the best fireworks display in the area. I rented a small beachfront cottage about a mile away from a pier where the fireworks were set off and was assured by the owner that you could see the display plain as day right from the backyard. I was giddy as hell for this little vacation and I hoped all of my thoughtfulness would at least get me laid.

"You ready, baby doll?" I asked her as I walked into her suite. Not much had changed. She was on break from school for the summer, but her room still looked like a tornado had recently blown through. Alice had hired her for the summer as sort of a trial photographer for when she graduated. It worked out that Bella hardly had to work and she made a decent amount of money just for photographing houses.

"Oh my god, Edward, I'm not done packing yet," she huffed. "Why do you have to rush me?"

"You've had three weeks to pack. I told you about this trip three weeks ago. Why didn't you pack then?" I snapped.

"Christ, who the hell packs three weeks in advance? I've been busy, okay?"

"With what? You work like four hours a week. What have you been doing?" I cringed as soon as the words left my mouth. I really tried hard to think about what I said before I said it, but I was getting irritated. I was ready to leave hours ago and she still wasn't ready.

"I'm going to ignore those questions--unless you want me to get nasty?"

"Sorry," I mumbled as she walked out of her bedroom, rolling a small suitcase behind her. "We're only going for the weekend," I pointed out, looking at the suitcase. She raised her eyebrows, silently asking me what my point was and I just shook my head and grabbed her stuff.

An hour later we were settled into the cottage and enjoying some pasta salad, rotisserie chicken and wine. Bella visibly relaxed the longer we were here and I was happy for that. The last thing I wanted was for the weekend to be ruined by tension. Things were still a little rocky between us, but it was getting better by the day. She snapped at me more often, but I bit right back and then two minutes later we were making out. It was a vicious cycle, but I think we were working out the kinks nicely.

"So are you excited to have Mary gone for a few days?" she giggled, rolling her eyes.

"Fuck yeah, I am. She's a slave driver and I was about ready to junk punch her. I needed a break from her, that's for sure. She left me with a shit ton of work, but I'm not doing any of it until she gets back. She's forgetting that she's my assistant, not my boss."

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe she just wants what is best for you? Like maybe she wants to see you succeed?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed and rolled my neck a few times before I stood to gather our dishes. "She's a slave driver," was my response. Bella chuckled and moved into the kitchen to help with the dishes.

"I missed you this week," she said softly as I stuck my hands in the soapy water.

"I know; I feel like we never get to see each other anymore."

"Ohmigod," she screeched in a rush. "I forgot to tell you. Guess who called me this week?"

"Who?" I asked, not in the mood for guessing games.

"Mike Newton," she laughed.

"What? Why the fuck was he calling you?"

"Calm down there, Caveward," she chuckled. "He wanted to know what classes I had in the fall. Wanted to see if I needed a study buddy," she said as she air quoted the words "study buddy".

"He better stay the hell away from you. What the fuck is he thinking? I'll junk punch him and then kick him when he's down," I snarled.

"Holy fuck, what the hell is wrong with you? Let's tone down the testosterone," she laughed again as we finished drying the dishes. "I don't need you to junk punch him. What's with that anyway?"

"What's with what?" I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"Junk punching. Is that something new and how would you even junk punch a girl? We don't have junk to punch. Unless you're implying Mary is a dude," she raised her eyebrows as her eyes widened. "She's not a guy, is she?" she whispered.

I laughed, hard, doubled over in pain laughing. When I finally caught my breath, I replied. "You can junk punch anyone, and no, Mary isn't a dude. She's just one tough chick." I laughed again while Bella nodded. I could see her brain working while she wiped down the counters. "I won't hesitate to junk punch Mike Newton if he comes anywhere close to you either and I don't really give a shit if that makes me sound like a caveman," I said softly as I moved to cup her cheeks. I titled her face up and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned, causing me to smirk against her lips. I pulled away slightly as she moaned again.

"Edward," she whined.

"Admit it," I demanded in between chaste pecks against her lips.

"Admit what?" she replied breathlessly.

"Admit that you like it when I'm possessive."

She groaned as I lifted her up onto the countertop. "I like it," she whispered.

"That's all I needed to hear," I grunted before plunging my tongue into her mouth. She moaned and let me trace my tongue deep within her warmth. Before things could get too heated, she pulled away.

"Edward," she breathed.

"Yes, baby doll," I groaned and moved in to nuzzle her neck.

"I don't…I don't know if I'm ready," she whispered. I had to bite back a groan of frustration.

"It's okay," I murmured as I stepped away from her. She slid down from atop the counter and mumbled something about showering. As soon as she was out of the room, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly through my nose. I grabbed a beer and headed out to the back deck. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the beach and its few remaining visitors.

I didn't know or understand why Bella was holding back, but I did know that I was going to explode if I didn't get some kind of release soon. In reality I knew I'd wait as long as it took her to feel ready to connect with me again, but the in-between was killing me.

I quickly chugged my beer and headed to the bedroom ready to settle in for the night. Just because I wasn't getting any action tonight didn't mean I wouldn't pick up trying again tomorrow.

We'd spent the day on the Fourth meandering through the beachfront tourist shops. Bella bought some cheesy shot glasses for Rosalie and Emmett. She found a magnet for her dad and a new teacup for her mother, along with some t-shirts for herself.

Watching her throughout the day was sweet torture. The way her brow would furrow when she found something distasteful was adorable. Her teeth would rake the plump flesh of her bottom lip, containing an excited grin when she found something she liked.

Our banter and chatter throughout the day was easy and natural. She clung to my side when we entered shops that were overflowing with vacationers, almost afraid that she would lose me in the chaos. I found myself growling when men leered at her from afar or got a little too close. She accused me of just trying to turn her on, but in all reality, the reaction was natural, instinctual for me. She was my girlfriend and I didn't want some creep staring at her or any of her assets.

We made it back to the cottage just in time for an early evening dinner. I was looking forward to grilling some chicken breasts and having some crisp salad with fresh vegetables that Bella had handpicked from the farmer's stand just down the road. I had brought some chocolate covered strawberries and champagne for consumption during the fireworks display. A blanket spread on the sand in the backyard, dessert and fireworks would be the perfect end to the perfect day.

"How's your course load looking for the fall semester?" I asked in between bites of salad.

"Not too bad actually; I should still have enough time on the weekends to photograph houses for Alice and Jasper," she replied. "I'm excited about this year though. I think I'll learn a lot more about technique than I did last year."

"That's great; maybe if I can get Mary off my jock for longer than an hour, we can spend more time together than we were allowed to last semester," I huffed, causing Bella to giggle.

"We have the rest of our lives, Edward," she sighed and blushed as her eyes widened at the realization of her words. Her gaze was quickly diverted to her lap.

"Hey," I called softly, reaching across the table to cup her chin in my hand. "No need to be embarrassed. I feel the same way, baby doll. I just enjoy spending time with you, and last semester it felt like we were never allowed any extra time."

"I love you," she breathed.

"I love you too," I replied with a shit-eating grin. "Let's clean up and prepare for the magic in the sky.

"You are so cheesy, Edward," she giggled as she carried our plates into the kitchen.

Thirty minutes later, we were snuggled onto a large blanket, reclined in the sand waiting for the colorful holiday display to light up the sky. I sipped my champagne and pulled out a strawberry to feed to Bella.

"Mmmmm…." She moaned in appreciation as her teeth cut through the lush berry. My dick hardened as soon as the wanton sound left her mouth.

"Fuck," I mumbled as I leaned in to suck the juice trailing down her chin. I scattered kisses down her chin and over her collarbone causing her to groan. I pulled back and she looked at me with lust-hooded eyes. The want and passion had finally returned to her eyes and in that moment I knew that tonight I would get what I'd so desperately wanted for months now.

I glanced around us to make sure we were alone and leaned in once again to capture her lips in a fiery kiss. An adorable squeak bubbled up from her throat as she lowered her head to the sand. I quickly climbed over her, hovering, trying to cover every inch of her skin with my body. I wanted to consume her.

"Are you sure?" I asked because I knew once I got started I wouldn't be able to stop and I didn't want to do anything she wasn't ready for.

"I'm sure," she nodded as I groaned and dove for her neck. I trailed kisses up to her ear and bit gently at the flesh there. She mewled and squirmed, causing the soft cotton of her sundress to hike up to her waist.

"Jesus," I moaned as her bare sex was laid before me. I snaked a hand down her torso and slid one finger through her wetness. She was sopping, which only caused my cock to stiffen further. "You're so wet," I mumbled. "I…this isn't going to last long," I warned her.

"Neither am I," she agreed in a whimper. "I just…I need you, Edward, now," she begged.

Well, who was I to refuse?

I yanked her dress up and over her breasts then her head, letting it drop to the blanket. "Off," she demanded as she started grabbing at my t-shirt and board shorts. Quickly I stripped my clothes and dropped back to the blanket, in between her thighs. Home.

I palmed her breasts as my cock teased her entrance. I wanted to prolong the torture and sink myself into her inch by inch, but she had other ideas and swiftly had me enveloped in her warmth with one upward thrust of her hips.

My neck craned back unconsciously as the first firework exploded above our head. As cliché as it sounded, I felt like fireworks should have been going off somewhere during this moment. Being inside Bella again was more than perfect.

"Edward," she whimpered. "Please…god…please," she begged and I hadn't realized until that moment that I wasn't moving. I snapped out of my daze and lifted her legs to wrap around my waist while kneeling. My hands found purchase on her hips as I pulled her to me and pushed her away frantically. "Fuck," her low voice echoed off the walls of sand around us.

"You feel so good, Bella," I hissed as her walls tightened slightly. I knew she was getting close and her hips started bucking on their own. I took a moment to splay my hands out over her hips and run them slowly up and down her ribs, ghosting my touch along her breasts. "God, I've missed this."

"Me…too," she panted. I ran my hands up and under her arms, lifting her to sit in my lap. I wanted to look into her eyes as we came. As she gazed down at me, I had to reach up and brush my lips with hers. I nipped and sucked at her bottom lip as our thrusts continued to become more erratic. She was clawing at my back, leaving indentations from her nails, but I didn't give a shit. All I could focus on was the rhythm of my strokes and her pussy clamping down on my hard shaft.

"Come with me, baby," I grunted as I snaked a hand in between us to rub at her tightened bundle of nerves.

"Edward," she cried out as I sucked the fleshy part of her breast.

"Fuck…Bella," I groaned as her orgasm clamped around my cock, coaxing me to release. My thrusts slowed as her head dropped to my shoulder. We collapsed to the blanket just in time to see the firework finale burst in bright colors, lighting the sky with red, blue, purple and orange.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

I looked over at her and smiled. "You sure are, baby. Happy Fourth of July."

"I love you," she breathed before pressing her lips to mine gently. I hoped the next holiday would trump this one.

A/N: So...what do you think? I'd love it if you'd let me know what you thought by hitting that review button down there!! :) Another one to come....possibly soon? Again...make sure you have me on Author Alert if you don't already....I've got some one-shots coming up along with a gift exchange story and of course my next multi-chapter fic!! :) Thank you all to the great reviews and for reading!! I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you all! :)