A/N: They're baaaack. Hope you enjoy the sequel, guys! Thanks so much for anyone who joins in on the story and to those who followed it here! :D I love you all! Please review to make my day – no, week! I know I took some time, but I'll try to update as much as possible! So excited about this! :D A special thanks to Heather (whoknew24) who helped with the summary and also to the lovely Faith (jerseyhalliwell) for the support!

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Chapter 1: Heat Wave.

It was the first day of August, 2 o'clock in the noon, and 104 degrees outside.

It was hot.

The hottest it had ever been in Seattle.

"And the freaking air-conditioner is broken!" I whined into my phone and buried my head in the freezer to cool off.

"That's too bad, Bells," Rosalie said on the other side. "You know I'd have you over if there was someone at our place, but Em's at school and I'm stuck here."

Emmett recently decided it was time for him to grow up and go to college, although I suspect it might've been a joint decision of him and Rose. They moved in together not long after Edward and I did, four months ago. None of us used open door policies or hidden spare keys since what happened with James.

"Did you call the company to come and fix it?" she asked. I closed the fridge door, not wanting everything inside to melt.

"Yeah, this morning. They're overloaded. They can't send someone until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Hell no! Did you yell at them?"

"Of course I didn't! It's not the operator's fault that there's a heat wave, and suddenly everyone reminded they need to get their air conditioning fixed."

I sat down by the kitchen table in front of my closed laptop. The kitchen was the coolest place in the house, and I'm not just speaking of lower temperatures. I always loved Edward's kitchen, and spent most of my time here – either cooking, or writing.

"You're too good sometimes, Bella," she laughed. "So when's the other love bird getting home?"

I rolled my eyes at her use of words. "He'll be at the studio for another, like, four hours." I sighed. It was too long without Edward.

"So get some work done in the meantime," she suggested.

"No, I can't. Uh… the laptop gets really hot when it's turned on in this temperature. I think I'll just wait for tomorrow," I dodged. "You know, don't want to mess up the hardware and lose everything."

"Fine," she sighed. "Well, I gotta run. Work calls. Talk to you later, babe."

"Okay, hun," I said and hung up.

I growled at myself. I haven't sat down to write anything for a few months now, because I couldn't get in my writing mood. I was living in every author's professional nightmare. Two dreadful words hung over my head. Writer's block.

Without writing, all I could do while Edward was at work was play housewife, or read, or slack off watching television and DVD. But none of those helped unblock me.

I decided to go to the store, get some things for tonight. The walk there was almost anguishing in the scorching heat, and something very strange – scary even – happened. I actually stopped when I saw a sale sign outside a clothes store, went in, and bought two dresses on a whim!

I was becoming Alice.

Well, I guess it's true what they say about heat waved causing people to behave in weird and unexplainable ways. This must have been it.

I got some essentials for heat waves – ice cream, lots of it, and ice cubes trays – and also groceries for dinner.

By the time I finished preparing the dinner, I heard the key turning in the lock and grinned to myself immediately.

"Honey, I'm home!" I heard Edward call to me like we've called to each other every time we came home.

"In the kitchen, darling!" I replied, trying to keep my face straight and casual.

He stopped short once he entered the kitchen and his jaw literally dropped when he saw me. I smiled innocently to him, wearing his cute little red apron and nothing else.

"Uh… wow," he breathed, his eyes wide and roaming every exposed part of my body. He looked incredible himself, in his blue t-shirt and jeans, little beads of sweat decorating his forehead.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, striding slowly towards him.

His eyes filled with lust. "Famished."

"Good," I said huskily, leaning forward to kiss his lips chastely. Then I changed my tone to a more casual one. "Cause I made one of your favorites, steak and potatoes." I grinned and turned around to go place the plates on the table.

Once he got a look at my exposed rear side, he groaned and immediately caught up with me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I'm thinking… maybe we should start with dessert," he nearly whispered in my ear, and I could feel his arousal pressing against my lower back through the fabric of his jeans.

My eyes closed for a moment and I licked my lips. I couldn't help but be reminded of that time when Edward cooked dinner for me.

**

"Can we start with the dessert, then?" I enthused. He walked towards me with the plates and placed them on the table. After he removed his apron, he leaned down to me.

"The cake is not the dessert, love," he said into my ear roughly. I gulped loudly, dazed by his sweet breath on me.

"Can we start with the dessert, then?" I asked again, as the same question still applied.

"The food would get cold," he said lightly, walking around the table to his sit with a smirk and then pour us wine from the already open bottle.

**

"The food would get cold," I taunted Edward, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"That's okay. I don't feel like eating anyway," he said, running his lips down the side of my neck to my shoulder, while his hands sneaked up inside the apron to cup my breasts firmly. My whole body was molded perfectly to his in complete surrender.

"I thought you said you were famished," I whispered, cocking a brow.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about food." One of his hands moved to my back slowly, caressing my skin. "I was referring to a different kind of hunger," he said as he pulled on the little string of the apron to undo it. Then he did the same to the string on the back of my neck.

I let the apron fall freely to the ground and turned around to face him with a grin. He pulled me to him quickly with one hand on the small of my back and then moved it lower to rest on my ass.

I took his face between in my hands and pulled him to me for a steamy kiss. Now I was the hungry one. He groaned in my mouth as I tugged at the hem of his shirt and then broke from the kiss to allow me to remove it. Once his shirt was off, he took a hesitated step back.

"What?" I asked, moving forward to run my hands on his chest. He stopped my motions with his own hands and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's just that… I think I smell," he chuckled.

I laughed out, surprised. "You do not! You smell fine to me," I said.

"Love, I spent the past eight hours in a small studio with three other guys. I smell," he argued with a smile.

"I don't care how you smell," I pouted. And I didn't – but I did care about how I smelled, and I spent the entire day here with no air conditioning.

"I should take a shower first," he kissed the tip of my nose and turned to go shower.

"Wait!" I called and rushed to stand in his way.

"What is it, love?" he stopped walking.

"Just one more thing before you go…" I whispered seductively, slowly unbuttoning his jeans. "I'm going in first!" I said playfully just as I let his jeans pool around his ankles so I could have a head start, and ran towards the shower, giggling.

"Tease," I heard him call from behind as I entered the bathroom and went into the shower. The bathroom was large and spaced, like the rest of his – well, our – apartment. The shower had room for three people in it, easy.

I turned on the knob to get some tempered water running and smiled.

"Three… two… one," I mouthed to myself and heard the glass shower door open behind me. My smile widened.

"Edward?" I asked, faking shock. "What are you doing?"

"Just trying to help maintain the natural resources of the earth," he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind again. I had to bite my lip to stifle the moan about to escape my lips as I felt all of him against me. "By getting naked with you in the shower."

He gently moved all of my hair to rest on one of my shoulders, his touch causing me to shiver despite the weather. He pressed his lips to my now exposed neck and started to place open mouth kisses on it, sucking on a few soft spots on his way up towards my ear.

"You couldn't just wait your turn to go in the shower, could you?" I asked. My voice sounded lower than I intended, affected by Edward's ministrations.

"You took my turn," he purred in my ear and then bit the lobe playfully, holding me tightly to him. "And now you must be punished."

God, this was going to be good. We were going to get down and fucking dirty.

I giggled joyfully, wrapping my arms around his. "And who exactly is going to be punishing me? You?"

"I'm the only one who's allowed to punish you," he growled as he bit down on my shoulder. "Only me."

I grinned to myself and nodded. He was only stating the obvious – I was totally his. I felt one of his hands travel down my body to find my sensitive spot, while the other circled and then fully cupped one of my breasts firmly. I sighed.

God… If this is punishment, what would reward feel like?

His lips were lingering at my ear, and I could hear his heavy breathing. I swear I had to keep myself from whimpering like a sad kitten when he let out a groan, grinding his erection on one of my ass cheeks.

He slid two slick fingers inside me, making my knees tremble out of pleasure. He used his fingers skillfully, pushing them in and out and rubbing on spots I never knew I had before Edward. The fingers of his other hand were rolling and pinching my hardened nipple, intensifying the feelings.

When he started furiously rubbing my clit with his thumb, I could feel the sensations taking over, flooding me with wave after wave of pure ecstasy – the kind that only one man could make me feel, whose name I was screaming at that moment. My entire body shook, but he was pressing my body tightly to his under the stream of the water, so that my legs wouldn't falter.

"Wow," I breathed, after Edward helped me ride out my orgasm and gave me a few moments to collect myself. "That was… one hell of a punishment. I definitely learned my lesson."

To behave badly as much as freaking possible so I could be paneled by my very own sex god.

"Oh, that wasn't punishment, Bella. Now put your hands on the wall and spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he grunted into my ear in a smooth voice.

God, I nearly came right there and then.

Fuck, take-charge Edward is hot.

I obeyed, sticking out my rear end towards Edward, and heard some profanities leave his mouth in return to the view I'd given him.

He teased my entrance with his arousal until I was practically whining and I was definitely starting to see the punishment part here. Or more like torture. I needed him too much for this. I sneaked a hand back to try and go for his cock, but he grabbed my hand before I could reach down and placed it back on the wall, with his own on top of it. Damn.

"Now, Bella. Am I going to have to get rough on you?" he leaned down to say.

I fucking hope so.

Before I could respond, he plunged his cock into my core at once, pulling my hip towards him with his free hand. I let out a loud shout as he filled me completely, taken by surprise. He paused there to lean in again and places little bites on my neck. I felt myself tighten around him slightly in response.

"Hmm… maybe you should beg for it," he whispered. I clenched again. I honestly didn't know whether I should be turned on or mad.

Definitely turned on.

He pulled himself almost all the way out and thrust back inside me once again, eliciting a loud moan on my part. I desperately needed him to keep going, but he just stopped there.

"Edward, please don't stop!" I pleaded breathlessly. "I need you."

"Fuck, I need you Bella," he half whispered, half moaned and started thrusting into me with force, his hand running upwards on my body to knead my breast while his other hand was still on mine against the wall.

He drove harder and deeper each time, making me lose my freaking mind. Our sounds of pleasure mixed together with the sounds of our ragged breathing, as I felt the tightening in my stomach increase.

"God, Bella, you feel so fucking good," he groaned.

"More," was the only word I was capable of sounding.

He let go of my hand and moved his to grasp my hair, pulling me up to him. I screamed, nearly sent over the edge just by that action alone. And if that weren't enough, his other hand found my clit and began rubbing it furiously as he continued to pound into me.

My hands shot up to his wet hair, gripping it for dear life as I felt myself to the point of losing it.

Then he gave my clit a little pinch. That was it.

I completely let go and collapsed in Edward's arms, not caring how much noise I was making and how many people outside would now be informed that a man called Edward was definitely unbelievable sex.

"Bella, fuck –" Edward choked out, and thrust once, twice, three times more into me until he reached his own peek with a loud groan.

He laid sweet kisses on my shoulder and sighed. After a moment of catching our breaths he pulled out of me, running his hands along my still trembling body.

I turned around to face him. My breath hitched as I gazed at his bare body, wet and glistening before me. He seemed to somehow become more beautiful, more breathtaking with every single day that passed.

I wrapped my arms around him again and kissed his lips tenderly, lovingly, trying to convey my feelings towards him with a single kiss. It was the complete opposite of what we had just done, but the motive remained the same – love, want, need, respect, trust. I felt all those in his kiss, as well.

We returned to showering then, lathering each other with soap in comfortable silence and loving grins, and then went on to eating dinner. It wasn't a candle-lit, romantic dinner or anything – candles would only increase the temperature anyway – but it smelled great and I was fairly proud of myself.

Night was just like all my other nights. Filled with nightmares.

Edward held me and calmed me down every time, but there was nothing he could do about the nightmares I had about the man whose face got stuck in my head since the first time I'd seen him. James. The person who killed Edward's mother, caused the death of his father, and almost did the same – or worse – to me. The person Edward and I had locked up.

He still looked concerned as he sipped his morning coffee slowly, gazing at me with thoughtfulness. I smiled naturally, trying to let him know that I was fine, that a few nightmares weren't going to get the best of me.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped up from my chair and practically ran to the door, repeating "Thank god!" and gaining a few chuckles from Edward.

I opened the door and smiled widely at the air-conditioning technician standing before me. They sent a girl, but she'd just have to do.

"Hi, need an air-conditioner fixed?" she smiled sweetly. If you saw this girl on the street, you'd never guess she's a technician. She was about my size, fragile looking, and her brown hair was up in a ponytail under her hat. It was a color similar to mine, only slightly more reddish. She had blue eyes and freckles on her face, which only added to that girl-next-door look.

"You are our savior," I said and let her in.

"That's a nice place you've got here," she said, looking around casually. She saw Edward in the kitchen, then, but he wasn't paying attention. He was reading something in the newspaper that must've caught his eye. I scrutinized her face, trying to figure out if she reacted inappropriately to Edward, like most women did. I couldn't detect anything. Good, I thought.

"Uh, thanks," I replied. "Would you like anything to drink? I know it's hot outside."

"A glass of water would be nice, thank you. I'm Mikey, by the way."

"I'm Bella. This is my boyfriend, Edward," I said, wondering if I stressed out the word boyfriend a little too much.

She followed me into the kitchen, and said hello to Edward, who nodded hello back.

"I'm actually going to have to work here with the engine," she pointed towards the laundry room after taking a few sips from the glass I handed to her.

"Do what you gotta do, just get that thing fixed," I smiled and sat down next to Edward, running a hand through his messy hair.

He knew I felt insecure about ladies hanging around him, and he leaned in to kiss me. "Hey, why don't you show me those dresses you bought yesterday?"

"Oh! Yes! Wait here," I enthused and went to the bedroom to get the bag. I had one blue dress, which I knew Edward would love, and another black one, which was pretty basic but still very pretty.

"That color would look incredible on you," he said, looking at me in a way that made me want to put on the dress just so he could rip it off me.

While I showed the other dress to Edward, Mikey went back in the kitchen to have some more water, and stopped short when she saw it.

"Wow, that's a really beautiful dress!" she said, looking at it in awe.

"Thank you," I said, letting her feel the fabric.

"It's just… wow. I wish I could afford something like this," she said.

I contemplated with myself for a short moment. "You should take it."

"What? No," she shook her head. "That's really not what I meant by it."

"I know, I just think you like it better than I do. I actually kind of regret buying it. I mean, it's pretty and all but it wouldn't compliment me. You should take it," I tried to convince her.

"I don't know," she said. "I would feel bad to take this, it looks expensive."

"Hey, you are fixing my air conditioner. Besides, it would look perfect on you!" I held it up in front of her to make a point.

"Alright," she smiled. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you what this means to me."

"It's nothing, really."

The moment she left, Edward pulled me against his chest.

"You're an amazing woman, you know that?" he said.

"Stop, it wasn't a big deal," I grinned, wrapping my arms around him. "Now, you want to see the blue dress on me? And then off me?"

He licked his lips, returning my craving gaze. "Yes, please."