Chapter 21 – Just the Way You Are

A/N: Ok, first of all thank you all for not giving up on me! Second, I want to welcome all the new readers of this story and tell you all how much it means to me to have you guys reading my work. And third, enjoy!


BPOV

I believe that the small things are the ones that have the deepest meanings. A small touch, a sweet kiss, a whisper of love. Those are the moments that make things solid. Of course, every girl loves a grand gesture, who doesn't? But it's in the everyday actions that the most important things are shown.

Maybe I am a lost romantic, maybe it was because my parents lived in a constant love affair 'til the day my father passed away, or maybe it was because he always showed up with a small way to show my mom how much he loved her. A flower stolen from the neighbor's garden, a note on her pillow, or even take out for dinner, so she wouldn't have to cook after a long day at work.

My dad was just that awesome. But for some reason I will never understand, he was taken away from us way too young, leaving my mom a widow at the age of 36 and a 6 year old fatherless. Maybe God's way of fixing it was putting John in our lives and giving us a bonus with Claire. He was a good man, made my mom very happy and always made sure we were all happy and safe.

There are not too many men like that these days. Not that I was expecting a warrior in shiny armor to save me, but it was nice to know that if I needed it, there would be someone to help me save myself. Someone to make me see beyond the darkness and despair, to help me move on and carry on, to not let me give up over the fear of failure.

So I guess I can say I was pretty lucky. I may just have gotten the last of its species: my own shiny prince that rode a silver Volvo instead of a white horse.

While I looked at the sleeping form of Edward next to me I wondered how I could have gotten this lucky. Maybe that was the way to compensate for all the bad things that had happened after the accident, or maybe I just deserved to be happy.

This night had been so special: to see all the effort Edward had put in so that this would mean so much more than just sex, it was the first time in two years since I'd made love. To actually love someone and to give yourself to them, body and soul, to put it all out there. Edward was an amazing man, and I was so happy to be with him, to love him and let him love me back.

Once someone told me that we accepted the love we thought we deserved, and that was the truth. After Christian, I never gave myself to anybody else, not really. They may have had my body at some point, but they were all far from touching my heart. Edward was the only one who owned it.

Seeing him sleeping, looking so calm and peaceful, so different from the boy I'd met more than six months ago, I was so happy to see how far he had gotten .He had grown so much since the very first time I'd seen him on that hallway floor being bullied by Mike Newton.

Edward was the kind of man that would make it big in life. He had that kind of spark inside of him that only remarkable people had. Maybe my boyfriend would be the new Bach or a rock star, but it didn't matter to me; all I wanted was to see him happy.

I lightly touched the fallen strands of copper brownish hair that had fallen over his eyes, and I couldn't stop smiling at his happy expression. He looked so relaxed, like he had taken half of the weight of the world off of his back. If I'd known that all he needed to be this happy was to get laid I would have attacked him long ago. Not that I hadn't tried, but my shy and amazing boyfriend apparently needed some time to get his head around it.

He'd been so damn nervous, it reminded me of myself at my first time. But I, au contraire of my sweet Edward, I was more than willing to lose my virginity as soon as possible. After all I was a 16 year old dating an 18 year old, hot, leather-clad motorcycle god. I'd tried in vain to seduce Christian many times before we officially started dating, but he'd turned me down every time, maybe because he didn't want to try something that I might ended up regretting or maybe it was because I always tried when I was a little bit drunk. He and Edward were very good in putting up boundaries.

But around a month after we were finally in a serious relationship I was spending the night at his house with Angie, and after everybody was sound asleep I quietly invaded his room. Ok, so maybe I did try to make it hard for him to resist, wearing my most sexy P.J.'s and waking him up during the night. But it was very special anyway. He was gentle and tried to make the most up to me, and after it was done he held me during the rest of the night and said how much he loved me and wanted to be with me forever. Maybe that part wasn't true, but he did treat me like a princess, and made my first time a very special night. That was the same thing I wanted to do for Edward, so he could look back and remember this night fondly, even if someday life set us apart.

"Hum, I can hear you thinking," a sleeping Edward said softly, kissing my naked shoulder.

"Really? Guess I was thinking pretty loud then," I said with a smile, feeling his hands touch my skin.

"And what exactly has got you thinking so hard at 3 am?" he asked me, softly sucking the skin of my neck.

"Nothing that concerns you," I said in a teasing tone.

"Are you sure?" he asked me with a grin.

"Pretty much," I said back.

"I can always make you, you know," he said, trying to look dangerous.

"I am not scared of you," I said, knowing him well enough not to worry about it.

"You really shouldn't have said that," he said, before grabbing my hips, pushing me down on the bed, and jumping on top of me, trapping me under his hard chest.

His hands soon found their way to my naked thighs, grabbing my legs, making room for his hips.

He was heavy, but it was delicious to feel his hard chest, his hips pushing against my own, moving in the same synchrony.

I moved my legs around his hips, trapping his body against mine, my hands holding onto the muscles of his back while his lips left a trail of lava hot kisses on my lips, neck and collarbone. His hands softly grabbed my breasts, my nipples getting hard at the attention, so sensitive under his chest hair.

His naked hips kept reaching to my clit with each movement, making me even wetter and hornier. He was hard, ready for action. The head of his cock was poking my apex, so close and yet so far from the place I needed him the most.

"God, I want you so much," I moaned, feeling the heat go through every cell of my body.

He didn't respond. Instead he pushed his body away from mine, but before I could respond I felt his tongue softly loving my belly button, my right hip bone, and soon going down to the apex of my thighs.

We may have taken a while to have sex, but in the past few weeks Edward had become an expert at foreplay. So when I felt the first lick of his tongue against my clit I knew I was going to combust.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, holding tight on the pillow case, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the overwhelming sensation of his tongue licking my small nub.

He licked from the top to the bottom, not missing a spot of my wet heat, which was constricting around his skilled tongue. He sucked just enough to almost make me cum on the spot, but not enough to hurt.

His five o´ clock light beard was scratching the inside of my thighs, intensifying the sensation, but when his tongue went inside me, slowly fucking me, I lost myself. I pushed his head closer to me, going deeper and faster, making me so wet the sheets would be ruined.

It was way too good.

"Don't stop, I'm almost there," I said, closing my legs around his head, making him hold my hips down on the mattress and my moans get so loud I feared the neighborhood might end up hearing us.

And then in a second, it all exploded inside of me, like an infinite blast of love and energy pulsing deep inside of me.

He kept going, making my orgasm last longer, his face all covered in my cum.

"I need you inside me," I moaned, pulling him up my body, trying to get his cock inside my aching pussy as fast as possible.

"Wait, I need to get a condom," he said, reaching to the bedside table, where we'd previously left some condoms.

With shaking hands he slowly put the condom on, being very careful, but getting it on in the end.

"I want to be on top this time," he said, slowly positioning himself on top of me.

"I'll help, don't worry' I assured him, helping him find my opening so he could slide easily inside me.

"Oh," he moaned, after going all the way inside, holding still and looking tense.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, lost in the wave of pleasure that having him inside me brought, but also worried about him.

"I just feel too much, just give me a second to get used to it," he said, his eyes closed in concentration, and I knew that he was trying really hard to not blow his load.

Our first time had been sweet but quick. Even with the blowjob I gave him before, the whole act lasted less than ten minutes, but it was enough to send me over the edge since I was so worked up and it had been so long since I'd last had sex.

I knew the first times would all be kind of short, but Edward was trying really hard to give me pleasure, so I couldn't complain much. He was attentive and learned quickly. In no time he would be able to go all night long.

After feeling a little more in control of his body, he started moving again, slowly first, them a little harder, and a little deeper. Soon we found our own rhythm, our hips moving together with perfection, our moans mixed in the sounds of pleasure.

He hit exactly the right spot inside of me to make me convulse around him, make him scream my name and his seed spilled deep inside the condom. We flowed together in the wave of ecstasy and drifted together to sleep.


The sun shining through the open blinds woke me from my sleep. Edward's arm was around my waist, holding me tightly against his naked chest, his chest hair softly tickling my bare back, making it hard for me to move. He was warm and so fucking comfortable that I felt like I could just lie here, so close to him, forever. And suddenly Aerosmith started playing in my head about not wanting to miss a thing, and made me start to feel slightly embarrassed at being the kind of girl that melted over love songs.

Mother Nature made sure to bring me back to reality. I loved Edward, but I really needed to pee.

Trying my hardest to not move too much and wake him, I moved under his arm, almost falling flat on my ass on the floor. As soon as my body left the bed he slightly moved, grabbing the pillow I was using and holding it against his chest, his face over it. He looked adorable.

I found my panties lying over his black leather couch and decided to wear his Star Wars t-shirt from the day before that was lying close to the bed, a little ruffled, but still smelling deliciously like him.

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I soon went to his bathroom to take care of my business, then washed my hands and face, trying to make my hair less of a mess but falling miserably at it. So I decided to leave it in a messy bun, so that even if my bangs kept falling over my eyes, at least it didn't look like a bird nest.

Feeling my stomach growling I decided to make Edward a treat, and give him breakfast in bed, something that I'd always wanted to try.

As I walked down the stairs I have to admit it was a really weird to be half naked in Edward's house, a place where no matter how many times I had been here, I always felt I had to hold a little back. But that's probably because his asshole of a father liked to lurk on people and make mean conversation.

I reached the kitchen and grabbed the dishes from the night before and put them in the dishwasher. I couldn't work in the middle of this mess. I walked to the kitchen island and decided to make some pancakes and coffee. I found pancake mix in one of the upper white cabinets and grabbed the milk and the rest of the ingredients so I could start working on it.

But what was cooking without music? I found my bag on the living room couch and grabbed my IPod, plugging it in, looking for something that would suit my mood. I soon found myself mixing the pancakes and quietly singing one of my favorite 80's power ballads.

"In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If I can face it again
Can't stop now,
I've travelled so far,
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is,
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is,
I know you can show me
Aaaah woah-oh-ooh"

I danced around to the love song, while softly singing the chorus and pouring some orange juice in two glasses, together with two cups of coffee and found a small tray to put it on. I also found some honey and maple syrup to go with it. I was turning the pancakes around, when I felt a very familiar pair of arms around my waist.

"Thank God that singing is not what you do for a living," he said against my ear, softly kissing my ear lobe.

"Edward, what are you doing up so early?" I asked him, taking my ear plugs out, and putting the pancakes on a plate.

"I missed you in bed, so I came to look after you," he said, softly kissing me on the lips, running his hands over my back.

God he looked so sexy. He was wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein plaid gray boxers that settled down on his hips, his abs were strong and defined, his hip bone had felt delicious against my tongue yesterday and on top at all of it, the glasses were back. If there was one person sexy enough to look hot with the geek look that person was Edward Cullen.

"You ruined your surprise," I said pouting, and no matter how horny I was at the sight of my half naked boyfriend, I was really upset that he would not get his surprise now.

"Oh, I don't mind we can just eat now," he said, gesturing at the tray filled with our breakfast.

"Edward, not only did you say that I sing badly but you also ruined the 'breakfast in bed surprise' I spent the last hour on for you. I would pick your next few words very carefully if I were you," I said crossing my arms over my chest, showing him I was fucking serious about this.

"Ok ok, no need to get your delicious panties in a twist" he said, before grabbing me by the waist and pushing me against the kitchen island.

"Flattery will lead you nowhere," I said with a smile, I liked this flirtatious Edward.

"And what could I do to make you forgive me?" he asked, softly planting small kisses all over my neck and collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

"Go back to bed and pretend to be sleeping," I said to him.

"Really?" he asked in a doubtful tone.

"Really," I firmly said.

"Fine, you won mistress," he said, giving me a peck on the lips before letting go of my hips.

"That's better," I said with a triumphant smile.

"Look at this, we are not even married yet and you are already bossing me around," he said laughing, but doing as I said and walking up the stairs to his room.

And I have to admit that hearing him saying I was not his wife YET did send shivers down my spine.

Mrs. Isabella Cullen never sounded so good to me.


"Rise and shine baby," I said when opening his bedroom door, to find him under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

"Morning," he replied, pretending to yawn.

"I made you breakfast," I said, putting the tray on his side table.

"Thanks, I am so hungry," he said, sitting up in bed.

"Good, I made you pancakes. I hope they taste good," I said, sitting next to him on the bed.

"Oh my favorite," he said with enthusiasm, grabbing his plate and cutting a big piece of his pancake and putting way to much honey on it, before taking a huge bite.

"So, did you like it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"It's really good, I didn't even know you cooked," he said, before taking a sip of his orange juice, and then going back to devour his pancake.

"Of course I do. When I was little my dad used to make Sunday breakfast every time that he could, and I always helped him. After he passed away me and my mom kept the tradition to honor his memory," I said, remembering how I always used to be covered in flour and make more of a mess than actually helping, but it was always a special and magical moment.

"Wow, I am always finding out a new thing about you," he said with a sincere smile.

"That's 'cause we are still learning about each other," I said with a shrug, not wanting to make a big deal over this. Edward knew more about my life's secrets than I was comfortable about.

"Maybe, but one thing I do know, you look way better in my shirt than I ever did," he said, kissing my naked shoulder.

"Nah, you are just saying that 'cause you want to get laid," I said laughing at this new found intimacy between us.

"Maybe," he said, trying to get his hands under my very large t-shirt.

"Aren't you the insatiable one?" I asked laughing.

"It's your fault; you made me this sex craving monster. Before you showed up I was just this lonely geek virgin," he said before kissing me deeply, running his hands over my thighs, reaching my panties.

"No funny business for you, Mister," I said, pushing his hands away from my panties.

"Come on, Bella," he said, trying to kiss me to oblivion to make me forget it.

"No, I mean it, Edward. I am all sore from last night and this morning," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment about it.

"Really?" he asked me, the shock clear in his voice.

"Yes really," I said, not looking at him. Fuck this was really embarrassing.

"I am so sorry Bella, did I do something to hurt you?" he asked with panic.

"No, you did everything right," I said, running my hands over his messy hair, trying to reassure him with my touch, since my words didn't seem to have a calming effect on him.

"Then what happened?" he asked, in a mix of fear and curiosity.

"I'm sore because it had been a long time since the last time I had sex, and now we had crazy monkey sex, not once but twice! Happy?" I asked him, quiet annoyed he had insisted on this topic.

"I'm sorry. If I'd known I wouldn't have tried again this morning," he said with a guilty look.

"It's ok, I wanted you to. Let's just let it go ok?" I told him. I was feeling the slight discomfort every time I changed positions, so I decided to lie on my stomach for a little while.

"Ok. But you know, you never told me you had a tattoo," he said, pointing to the small design I had over my right lower back.

"And I never thought you liked them so much," I replied, remembering how insane he had gotten the night before when I lay on my stomach after we'd just had sex, exposing my naked back to him.

"Without struggle there is no progress," he read on my skin, lifting the back of the shirt.

"Yeah," I said, feeling so content just lying there.

"What does it mean?" he asked, softly running his hands over the dark ink.

"You know what it means, you just read it," I said with a smile.

"I know what I read, but I want to know why you had this tattooed on your body in the first place" he said, softly kissing the lines, before putting the shirt back in place.

"I don't know, I guess I just needed a reminder that even the bad things happen for a reason, you know. That everything that happened with Angie and me was not in vain. It was meant to happen so I could learn from it and grow with that experience. I don't know, maybe become a better person," I said, remembering the day I got my tattoo. The pain to get it done had meant nothing compared to the suffering it was representing.

"I bet John loved that," Edward said, laughing at the thought of my stepdad going crazy over it.

"Yeah, he really didn't approve at the time," I said, remembering exactly how angry he'd gotten when he discovered it a few months after I had it done.

"If he didn't approve, how could you get it done?" he asked me.

"I had a fake ID," I told him.


"Ok, so I just want you to know that I have been working on this for a few weeks, but last night I had some inspiration and so while you were sleeping I finished it," he said, grabbing his acoustic guitar from the floor and an old leather notebook.

"And what is that, your journal?" I asked teasing him.

"If you really must know, it's where I sketch like ideas, like lyrics and harmonies. Classic and modern," he said, opening the notebook in front of him in bed and putting the guitar on his lap.

"Ok Mozart, let's get on it," I said anxious to see what he had put together this time.

"Just don't say anything ok, just wait 'til the song is over before saying anything. This is called Just the Way You Are" he said, starting to play the chords.

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Just the Way You Are

Oh her eyes, her eyes

Make the stars look like they're not shining

Her hair, her hair

Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know

When I compliment her

She won't believe me

And it's so, it's so

Sad to think that she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay

I say

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

Her lips, her lips

I could kiss them all day if she'd let me

Her laugh, her laugh

She hates but I think it's so sexy

She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know

I'd never ask you to change

If perfect is what you're searching for

Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking

If you look okay

You know I'll say

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

The way you are

The way you are

Girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

By the end of the song tears were streaming freely down my face, 'cause no matter how many times Edward tried to show how much I meant to him, he always surprised me. Music was such a big deal to him, it was the easiest way for him to express himself, and for the first time I saw me the way he saw me. In his eyes I was the most beautiful woman. But he was the amazing one.

Edward Cullen was one of those men, the ones that are really special, and I loved him. And by some miracle he loved me back.


A/N: Ok, now that was fast! This story now will get crazy, so stay with me during the crazy ride that is life!

LeKat, thank you for being with me for the past five years, you have been through my insane life and never let me down! Thanks so much for being there for me!

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