Hello to my readers. This is a little outtake that I wrote shortly after finishing Waiting for Dr. Right, but never posted and completely forgot I even had it. I found it the other day when I was going through my google docs and sent it off to my fantastic beta Dawn who made it all pretty for me. Thanks Dawnie *mwah* I hope you all enjoy it.
I don't own Twilight.
I was sound asleep, enjoying the little bit of rest I could get now that I was a mother of a newborn, when some noise woke me up. What the hell? I turned over to my right side where the baby monitor sat on the nightstand, checking to see if it was the baby's cries I heard. When I didn't hear anything more than the nasally breaths, I turned back over to get a little more sleep before Tristan woke up.
Then I heard it again and there was no mistaking that sound; Edward was in the shower and from the sounds of it, he was doing more than just washing himself for work.
I rolled out of bed and shuffled my feet to the bathroom; I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I was quickly wide awake when I walked through the bathroom doorway. I was some what shocked at what I found. I mean, I had a feeling after hearing the moaning, but I didn't think Edward would do that, not when I was here. He had to get his rocks off somehow. It's been almost two months of blue balls for him.
It was taking a lot longer than I expected for my body to heal after the c-section I had with Tristan. I had a bad reaction to the meds the hospital gave me and I'd been sick in bed, throwing up, the first two weeks I was home. Then I got depressed because both my baby and my husband needed me, but I wasn't able to fulfill my duties as a mother and wife. Esme was a godsend, not only did she care for my son and daughter while Edward was at work, she also helped me seek help for my bout of depression; she gave me the name of a therapist who helped her after her miscarriages.
So, for the past three weeks, I'd been seeing a therapist who was helping me with my postpartum depression and I was feeling much better; it helped that my body was healed. Edward knew something was wrong without me ever saying anything, but he never pushed the issue; he continued to kiss me every morning and cuddle with me at night.
I hadn't realized how much he had given up over the last two months until I saw him in that moment. While we couldn't be intimate, there were plenty of times I could have pleasured him, but I was more focused on myself than him. Maybe if he had asked? Yes, I would have given him what he needed, but it would've been just the motions. I wouldn't have been into it. And that wouldn't have been fair to him.
I stood in the middle of the bathroom, mesmerized, watching Edward's silhouette through the foggy shower door; he moved his hand up and down, his other hand bracing himself on the tile. He licked his lips and groaned, sending a tingling feeling straight to my sex. The doctor said anytime I was ready I could be intimate with Edward. I'd say I'm more than ready.
I snapped out of my haze and quickly thought of an idea. I took my pajamas off and tossed them on the ground; once I was naked I walked over to the bathroom counter and pushed myself up to sit on top of it. I continued to watch and listen as his breaths came out quickly as he finished. I could feel my own body reacting to his, my nipples tightening and a slight wetness between my legs. He cleaned himself then turned off the shower. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off before opening the door. He stepped out looking fucking gorgeous; I nearly came staring at the water droplets falling along his pecs down to his toned abs and ending at the towel. Oh, how I want to lick those water droplets right now.
I looked up at his face and nearly snorted at his shocked expression, but it didn't last long, he quickly straightened his face and put on a facade.
"Hey, baby, what are you doing up? Did the shower wake you?" he asked, running his hands through his hair, sending water on the floor. He ignored the fact that I sat on the counter with my legs crossed, naked.
"Not so much the shower, more like what was being done in it," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest, pushing my boobs up.
It was rare to see Edward blush, but boy, was his face burning red.
"You...you heard that? I...I'm..." he stuttered.
"I don't know what to say, Edward. I don't know if I should be upset and hurt that you're getting off in the shower," I started.
"I know and I'm sorry, baby," he apologized, taking a few steps to stand in front of me.
"But I'm neither of those," I continued as if he never said something. "I'm actually really turned on. Watching you in the shower was quite...arousing."
I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs where I was aching so that he could feel just how wet he made me. He groaned as he cupped me.
"You've held yourself back from this." I moved his fingers up and down until he took control. "That's quite a long time when you're used to having sex almost every day."
I bit my lip when his fingers toyed with my clit. I let go of his hand and ran my nails down his upper body, letting them scrape over the contours of his muscles and toy with the hairs of his happy trail. I gripped the towel, loosening it and letting it fall to the ground; I grabbed Edward's length with my right hand.
"Bella, we can't do this," he growled. "You're not..."
"I'm in desperate need of my husband," I admitted, tightening my hold.
"Fuck, Bella, I know you haven't been well. This won't make it better," he said with a groan. "Why do you have to make this so difficult?"
"The doctor gave me the all clear. He said it was up to me to decide when I was ready. I didn't realize how ready I was until I saw you in the shower, saw what was mine being taken care of by you," I explained, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
I knew his resolve was breaking when he slid two fingers inside me; I moaned as he curled them, hitting the right spot. I worked my hand in rhythm with his. It didn't take long for my walls to tighten and my orgasm to unravel. I wrapped my left arm around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to mine. I crushed my lips against his, showing my appreciation. I bit his bottom lip when he pulled his fingers out. Edward then stopped my hand and unfolded my fingers; I pulled away from his face with a pout.
"Please don't make me stop," I whispered, averting my eyes from his gaze. "I know I've been distant and it's my fault, but I've missed you."
I felt embarrassed for being so bold and being denied. Besides the bout of depression, I was also dealing with body issues-my stomach was not as flat as it used to be. I knew it would be eventually, but when you see your husband masturbating, it kind of sends a blow to your self-confidence. I guess he could tell I was hurt because he hooked his finger under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking at him.
"God, Bella, you're so fucking beautiful. You make me so hard. You feel that?" he asked, wrapping my hand around his erection. "That's what you do to me, baby. In the shower, it was you I was picturing, your warm mouth on me, working me to my release."
"Yeah, the pre-baby me," I mumbled.
"Bella," he sighed. "I love the way you look. You're a fucking MILF. And don't shake your head at me. I can name a handful of guys who I've heard call you that over the last couple of weeks."
"I don't feel like a MILF," I pouted.
"Good." I shot my head up and furrowed my brow. "I don't want other people calling you a MILF. Only me," he growled. "You're mine."
His lips latched onto my throat and he sucked and licked, switching back and forth until he marked me as his; he then licked over the spot, doing what he could to ease the delicious pain. His mouth ghosted against my skin until it was mere inches from mine. Oh God, how I love his lips. I needed to taste them, to taste him. His lips, so full, pressed against mine; they were like soft pillows of warmth that molded perfectly to mine. If it weren't for the need between my legs, I'd sit there all day just kissing him. My tongue snaked out to run over his bottom lip and he wasted no time giving me access. His tongue pushed mine back and it ran over my teeth, the roof of my mouth and continued to move with mine.
I moaned into his mouth and released a rush of air through my nose. I felt his hips jerk and a moan escape. One of his hands moved to the back of my neck and tilted my head to deepen the kiss while his other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge, to him. My hands locked behind his neck and my fingers toyed with his wet locks as he pulled back slightly.
"Shit, Edward, I need you now," I hissed.
I looked at him, my eyes becoming hooded much like his; his stare darkened as they gazed at my breast. His head dipped down and he sucked one pert nipple into his mouth while his fingers skimmed over the other. I arched my back, pressing my body into his when his thumb and forefinger pinched and his teeth bit down.
"Edward," I gasped.
The steam that surrounded us in the beginning was now clear and the cold air was setting in, goosebumps prickling my skin even though inside I was burning. It felt amazing to be close to him like this, again.
He continued to knead and tease my breast, but I wanted more. I could feel his cock rub against my thigh; it was so close and I had to hold myself back from grabbing it and placing it where it belonged. I did, however, grind against his hips.
"Fuck, Bella!" he growled.
"Fuck me, Edward," I ordered, but he just shook his head and continued his ministrations on my breasts.
His tongue ran over my nipple, lapping and nibbling on the peak while his hand continued to tweak the other one. I writhed on the counter, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
"Please," I pleaded, trying to create some friction.
"Your wish is my command, love," he smirked, taking a step back to grab a condom from one of the drawers.
I had never been a fan of using condoms, but I wasn't back on birth control and neither one of us wanted another kid anytime soon.
While he rolled the condom over his member, I decided he wasn't the only one who could tease. I spread my legs wide so he could see my arousal and leaned back, jutting my breasts out. Edward licked his lips slowly and it looked as if he was contemplating his next move, debating between pleasuring me with his mouth or his cock. Cock, please.
"Bella," he choked, fisting his hardened length.
I bit my lower lip enticingly, wanting to play with him a little bit more. The self-conscious side of me was flying out the window as I willed myself to do this. I wanted, no, I needed to prove to my husband and myself that I was going to be me again and I was closer to getting there. I circled my sensitive nipples before easing my hands down the middle of my stomach to my dripping sex. My fingers rubbed at the moisture pooling at my entrance.
"Don't you dare," he growled. "That's mine, too."
"Oh, just like you handled what is mine in that shower not too long ago?" I asked, innocently moving my fingers so he could see the wetness coating them.
He narrowed his eyes at me and I heard a rumble roll through his chest when I slipped the digits in my mouth.
"Mm," I moaned, my eyes closing in pleasure, tasting myself.
Before I could open them, I felt Edward grip my hips roughly and slam his cock into me; we both groaned in pleasure as he buried himself in me. He held still for only a brief second, allowing me to get adjusted, but then he pulled out and slammed into me again.
"God, you feel so good. I've missed this, missed you, Bella," he panted.
I gripped his shoulders, trying to hold on with each thrust and wrapped my legs around his upper thighs. I felt as if I couldn't get close enough to him even though he was inside of me. His right hand moved to where we were joined and rubbed my clit to bring me closer to my ecstasy. I whimpered, feeling the tightness in my stomach.
"It's been too long," he grunted.
I held him close as he continued to thrust and we both had incoherent words leaving our mouths. My body was on fire and I was not looking forward to the moment the heat simmered. I wanted to stay like this all day, this connected with him, but eventually real life would come calling...work, school, kids.
My orgasm hit first and I felt the walls clamp around his cock. I closed my eyes and saw white lights explode behind my lids as I climaxed. Edward followed shortly after and I felt a loss as the latex caught his seed. He rocked back and forth, I could only assume he was trying to delay the moment when the feeling would fade and I loved him even more for it. I felt him grab onto the counter, a finger on each side caressing my thigh; my head lolled on his shoulder as I tried to even my breaths. Edward stepped away to remove and throw out the condom.
"Why is it, we always have the most mind blowing sex when we go through a dry spell?" I asked when he returned.
"I don't know, but it sure makes up for it," he replied standing in front of me again. "Not that I want to go through it again anytime soon."
I pressed my lips to his chest, kissing the area over his heart and then wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me. I pressed my cheek against his sweaty body and he kissed the top of my head. I shivered when his arms encompassed me, my skin still sensitive.
I had missed this, feeling this connection with him. I could have had this weeks ago. Damn postpartum.
"I'm sorry I haven't been here, mentally and emotionally," I croaked, trying to hide the fact that my emotions were getting the better of me.
Edward dropped his hold on me and moved his hands to cup my face; he tilted it up so I could look at him, but I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the look on his face. I felt a tear escape once my lids were closed and Edward's thumb swiped it away.
"Look at me, love." I shook my head. "Open your eyes, Bella."
My eyes fluttered open to stare into the most dazzling pair of green eyes; love and understanding shined back at me.
"I didn't know what to do for you. My mom kept telling me to let you be, that you had to figure this out on your own," he explained. "You have to know you're an amazing mother to Tristan. This 'not good enough' or 'I'm not fulfilling my role' shit you have running around in your head needs to go away. I've seen you with him, it takes my breath away to see you holding him or rocking him to sleep."
"I feel as if everything I know about being a mom has left my brain and I'm completely clueless. All those years at the center, years of preparation, have disappeared." I paused as I tried to collect my thoughts. "I just want to be a good mom to him and Lexi."
"Bella, there isn't a manual on 'how to be mom'. You just are and you may not see it, but you are a natural."
"I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Bella," he professed before covering my mouth with his.
The kiss didn't last long because we were interrupted by the calls of the real world; cries coming from the baby monitor, a yell of 'mom' and Edward's pager beeping.
"The outside world beckons," Edward mumbled against my lips.
"So it does. How about we pick this up again, tonight, after work?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
"I wouldn't miss it."
"Now, go take another shower while I check on our kids," I said, giving him another kiss before he picked me up off the counter and placed me on my feet.
"I'll be quick so I can help you get things together before heading out. I love you, beautiful," he smiled.
"I love you, too."
Walking out of the bathroom, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I had a new outlook on my life. I felt as if things wouldn't be getting back to normal, instead they'd be getting better.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed getting another glimpse into the lives of Dr. DILF and Bella. Sorry if the formatting is off at all, it's been a long time since I posted anything to FF. If anyone has any suggestions on other outtakes they'd like to read let me know I'll try to work it out. I've been trying to get back into the writing game, I even have the first chapters for two different stories, but I haven't been able to get past that. I figure, maybe writing more from these two might help me get through the blocks I've created on the other stories I have in mind.
I have one story suggestion: it's Doctor's Orders by mybluesky. This story leaves me wanting more after each chapter. We have Doctorward and Nursella. mybluesky is actually a nurse so she takes from her own experiences. She has another story called A Betting Man which is complete and I couldn't stop reading. Check them both out.
Thanks for reading.