A/N:

THANK YOU…

… all of you guys who kept telling me they will be here when I will get my shit together, no matter how long it takes – you know who you are, and you are amazing!
… Songster, the fastest beta in the west. I sent her this after MONTHS, and she was all like, "Yay! I'll have it back to you shortly." As if I was perfectly on schedule, LOL!
… everyone who is reading this right now for coming back!

SM owns everything Twilight. Duh...

There you go…


Little Green and Easybella cont. (34)

(BELLA)

I wake up on Saturday morning like I do every morning now. I haven't spent a single night in my own bed ever since the night I used my spare key to find Edward sleeping naked on his piano bench.

The first thing I become aware of is his warm and most welcome presence behind me. Our bodies are molding together so perfectly; it's almost funny.

We're lying on our left sides in what must look like a still pas des deux of sorts – left legs stretched out beneath us, right legs bent at the exactly same angle and practically glued together. Both our left arms are completely stretched out, too. Only his must be numb by now, with my head resting on his biceps, certainly cutting off the blood circulation. His other arm is tightly wound around my torso and his right hand holds mine.

I blissfully register all of this, every detail – from all the slightly sweaty areas where our bodies touch, to the damp spot in the nape of my neck where he is breathing into my hair.

I love it.

I also love the feeling of his morning wood pressing against my butt, not going to lie; it's awesome. I'm fully awake now, and I can't help but wonder whether there's enough time to… well, embrace the opportunity. A delicious heat is spreading between my thighs at the mere thought.

Jesus, I don't know myself any more.

I wish there was a way for me to get to my watch on the nightstand without causing too much turmoil, but not a chance. On the other hand, he is still asleep, which means it can't be that late yet. I have come to trust Edward's built-in clock; it's more reliable than a Swiss watch. So maybe we could…

I slowly move our joined hands down and between my legs, just… you know, kind of experimentally, so his palm cups my sex. I add a little pressure, and it feels incredibly good. His hand comes to life almost immediately. He curls his fingers, the tips dipping into the wetness that's already there, and his hips begin to stir.

Good morning, Little Green!

I'm getting really horny now, even more so when I hear his quiet, muffled groan. He starts kissing and nibbling at my neck, breathing heavier. Yes, please!

I let go of his hand because really… it's doing an amazing job at driving me crazy with lust now without any further guidance. I reach up and rake my fingers through the soft curls on the back of his head.

"You want me… inside…?"

I smile at his words. It's so him, always getting right to the point.

"Yes," I whisper, and push my hips back, grinding against his remarkable hard-on.

With a hissed "Fuck," he rolls away from me, leaving me cold and stripped of his warm body for a moment, except for his arm under my head. His hand slips from between my legs, and I hear him fumble with the nightstand drawer. I'm impressed by the way he single-handedly gets a condom on himself, and pretty quickly at that.

He is back in less than a minute, same position, attached to my body head to toe like before. Only now his hand is on my hip, stroking, wandering down my thigh, and up again, circling my butt cheek. The tip of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Bella?"

"Please…"

"I love you," he whispers next to my ear.

Then he pushes in. We both moan loudly at the sensation. Oh boy, this never gets old. This first moment, when I feel the thick head of his cock glide in is overwhelming. And fuck, he is big. So good, so good…

When he is all the way inside, we still for a moment. It's not that we need to adjust or anything; we just revel in the sensation of being connected like this, heightened by the anticipation of what's to come. It just feels too good. Edward is breathing noisily through his nose, warm puffs of air tickling the nape of my neck.

"I love you, too," I say.

He gasps, and suddenly his teeth are on my shoulder, biting down pretty hard. It actually hurts, but I'm too surprised to even utter as much as an "ouch". Also, he starts gyrating his hips, and the sensation of him moving inside of me drowns out the pain immediately. I curl my fist into the bed sheet and hold on tightly.

We are strangely quiet – no talking, not even moans – as if we were trying to not disturb the parents next door or something. Even though our breathing gets louder by the minute, occasionally mingling with a little whimper from me, or a stifled grunt on his behalf, we're not getting noisy for once. And for some reason, it turns me on even more.

Once again, I take his hand and lead him to where I'm so needy now. He loses momentum for a second but soon finds a rhythm, and I know this is going to be quick. He starts rubbing and circling my clit in time with his thrusts, and I come undone in a blink. I clench my legs and cry out, getting vocal at last.

He keeps going until it all becomes too much, too sensitive, and I have to stop him, once more covering his hand with mine. He starts moving faster, harder. His hand on my hip. His hand on my waist. Gripping tightly.

Suddenly there's a distance between our upper bodies. Goose bumps on my back, where my sweaty skin gets exposed. In my blissful daze I realize he is… oh fuck, he is watching now! Chasing his own release, he's looking down at where he is moving in and out of me.

That visual together with the force of his thrusts has my own body spiraling towards another high before I have even come down from the first. How is this happening? His hand on my shoulder, fingers digging into the dent above my collarbone… mercilessly, deliciously… holding me where he needs me to be.

I reach out and grab the edge of the mattress, trying to steady myself. My fingertips are numb from the death grip I had on the sheet all the time, but I hold on for dear life.

"Oh God, Edward, you're making me come… oh God, again… oh God!"

"Fuck, yes!" he moans, and pulls me flush against his chest again. He stills completely. A loud groan rumbles through his chest, and I can feel his cock pump and pulsate. My orgasm isn't that intense the second time around, but it seems to go on forever. And being there together with him, with my walls clenching around him as he spills himself inside of me, is mind-blowing in a totally new way.

Then we lay there, not quite as organized as when I woke up earlier, but a sweaty, sticky, panting heap of limbs. Neither of us is ready to break the connection yet.

"Holy shit," I whisper.

To my delight, Little Green snickers into my hair at my sentiment. After a few more moments of content silence, he announces, "You have to get up in ten minutes."

There! How the fuck does he do that? I can hardly tell what day of the week this is right now…

"Bella, I'm going to pull out. Don't jump."

I giggle. "Yeah, well… thanks for the warning."

He reaches down to where we're still joined, and I brace myself for the brief sensation of loss and cold I know will follow. He rolls away from me and his arm slips out from underneath my head. I pull my knees up to my chest and close my eyes to enjoy the last few minutes of post-coital bliss until Edward will be back from the bathroom.

But he doesn't leave the bed. He doesn't move at all.

"Edward? What's wrong?"

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"Wow, that's a really nice freshly-fucked face you're sporting today, Miss Swan, if I ever saw one!"

"Thanks, Miss Denali. And good morning to you, too."

I don't even blush anymore at Tanya's saucy comments. She likes teasing me about my newly found love life way too much, but I know it's because she's genuinely happy for me. Her mouth is just as big as her heart.

"No, really," she says, smiling approvingly. "You're looking fab. Most women spend fortunes at the beauty parlor to get remotely close to that look, when all they need is to get properly laid, haha! Maybe I should try that cougar thing, too?"

I roll my eyes. "Jealous, much?"

"Honestly? Yes!" She snorts. "Say, does your ridiculously attractive boyfriend have a brother?"

"I'm afraid, no."

"Cousin?"

"Nope."

"I don't mind a bit of Asperger's, just saying. ADHD is fine, too. As long as he's as hot as –"

"Tanya!"

She snickers and holds her hands up defensively. "Okay, okay… coffee? You look like you could use one."

"Now we're talking."

She hands me a steaming mug and the smell of it is heaven right now. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. It's my first coffee of the day; Edward and I were late this morning – again. I smirk to myself as I replay the course of events in my mind…

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"Edward? What's wrong?"

"I think I… I need your help."

In a blink, I sat up and turned around, not knowing what to expect, but somewhat alarmed. Edward was still on his back, with his legs hanging over the edge. Apparently, he had trouble getting up.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded his chin towards his left shoulder. "My arm is numb, completely useless, and I…" A chin nod to the other side. "…I don't dare to let go of this."

I followed his gaze to where his right hand was carefully holding the condom in place.

"Oh…" I pressed my lips together, trying hard not to burst into laughter at the sight of his strange predicament. After all, he had deadened his limb for the sake of my comfort.

"So... dead like a door-nail, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he confirmed. "I don't want to make a mess. Would you mind very much to…"

That was when I couldn't contain myself anymore. And Little Green, as he joined me in my giggle fit, still helplessly on his back like an upset turtle, and still holding on to the condom, was certainly a sight to behold…

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"Ground control to Bella, time to don the slavery gear."

Startled by Tanya's chipper voice, I almost drop my mug. Shrugging into her own drugstore apron, she shakes her head knowingly. "Wow, you must have had one pleasant way to start the day, judging by your dreamy smile!"

Well, if you consider making a knot in your temporarily disabled boyfriend's used condom before you've even brushed your teeth a pleasant way to start the day...

"Yes, I did," I answer and stick my tongue out at her. "But it's none of –"

"None of my business, yeah, yeah."

"Right. Although…"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hell, yes! Anything!" Her whole face lights up like a Christmas tree, and the way her brows nearly meet her hairline gives me worries.

"Don't get too excited, Denali. I'm not asking for your doubtlessly valuable sexpertise."

"Oh... that's too bad." She pouts. "I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two."

I bet she could. But I don't exactly feel like telling Tanya that Edward and I just recently did the mutual cherry-pop. Oh god, I would never live that down…

"Sorry, Dr. Ruth, it's not that sort of question. I just… you know…"

"What? Spill it, woman!"

"I want to get on the pill, ok? And my ob-gyn is practicing at Forks Community Hospital, but I don't want to go there because... because it's just weird, what with Edward's dad working there, too. It's just weird. So I thought, maybe you could recommend someone here in Port Angeles? Someone nice and trustworthy, you know? I've never been on the pill before, and I don't want to end up with some asshole doc. Or maybe I should get shots instead? What do you think? I heard those –"

"Holy shit, Swan!" Tanya steps forward and grabs my shoulders, effectively cutting off my rant. "Breathe between sentences, will you? You're going to hyperventilate."

I do as suggested and take a deep breath. Tanya leads me to the table and motions for me to sit down.

"Sooo…" she almost sings and smiles at me excitedly. "You guys are tired of the rubbers already, huh?"

I can only nod.

"Gotcha. And you've never been on the pill. Wow… I never thought you and Jake were trying to start a family."

"We weren't," I blurt.

It earns me another raised eyebrow. Fuck! I really should think before I open my mouth. With the sureness of a sleepwalker, Tanya knows how to touch the very subjects I definitely don't want to elaborate on. And fuck me, if I can't already see the wheels turning in that quick mind of hers.

"I mean, we were, kind of… but not really," I add lamely.

"Well, then you were lucky it didn't happen before you two figured out that you weren't meant to be, huh? A kid would have made everything much more complicated."

"Yes. Anyway, do you know one?"

"One what?"

"Ob-gyn!"

"Oh, sure. I'll give you the address of mine. Really nice lady. No prob."

"Thanks."

Tanya still looks deep in thought, when a ringing from the front door announces our first customer of the day. I sigh with relief, internally.

Saved by the bell!

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It is an unusually busy day at Denali's Drugstore, and I'm kind of thankful for it. At least it keeps me occupied, or else I would check my cell every few minutes. I know, Edward most likely won't get any chance to text me, but I can't help myself. I'm constantly wondering how he's doing and if everything's working out for him on this important day.

When it's finally time to close the store, I can't take it any more. Before I even shrug out of my working gear, I get out my phone.

"So Edward is not picking you up today?" Tanya asks.

"No, he's still in Seattle. The concert rehearsals start next week, and they're having a first meeting today. He's going to meet the orchestra and the producers and such."

There are two text messages. I open the first one excitedly.

"Wow, that must be so cool…" Tanya muses.

"Yes, totally."

The message is not from Edward. Disappointment washes over me, followed by surprise when I notice the actual sender. What the…?

"Oh, and Bella, thanks again for the tickets! It was such a bummer when I learned the show was sold out. I wouldn't want to miss seeing Eddy on the big stage."

"You're welcome," I answer absentmindedly.

'Hi Bells how R U doing?' - J

Seriously, Jake? Slightly annoyed, I check the second text. It was sent an hour after the first.

'Bells, when U read this pls answer me, K?' - J

Crap, no! I really don't feel like texting with my ex right now. And what does he want anyway?

I snap the phone shut and toss it into my purse.

Suddenly, Tanya is beside me. "What is it, Bella? Bad news?"

"Not exactly, I think? I got a text from Jake."

"Seriously? What does he want?"

I shrug. "No idea. Just saying hi?"

"Bullshit! Ex-husbands never just call to say hi. You really look pissed off right now, if I may say so. You don't have to talk to him. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know. And I won't. Not tonight. Maybe I'll get back to him tomorrow."

Tanya smiles at me. "Good girl. And now hurry, or else you'll miss the bus. I'll finish up here."

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The bus ride to Forks is dragging on forever. I didn't realize how much I got used to the comfort and time-saving of being chauffeured in Edward's car. Also, I'm quite eager to get home, because there is a slight chance that he'll be back already.

My heart jumps for joy when I finally arrive and see there's a light on in my apartment, and in my bedroom at that! So he used the spare key I gave him. Good.

I try not to get too excited with all those images filling my head, of a naked Little Green in my bed, the sheer magnitude of his beauty on full display, waiting for me and ready... I mean, it's still possible that he just crashed at my place, exhausted from meeting all those new people, right?

Should I wake him then? Oh yes, I should!

I turn the key as quietly as possible and tip-toe inside. I flinch when I close the door behind me and it shuts with a sharp click. After getting rid of my shoes, I sneak towards the open bedroom door and peek around the corner. The room is only illuminated by the small beside lamp, and yes, there he is in my bed, sound asleep.

Poor baby! It must have been so hard for him, getting introduced to a bunch of people and being the center of everyone's attention. I know how much he dreaded this meeting.

For a minute or two, I watch the rise and fall of the thick comforter covering his form. He has pulled it all the way up and even over his head, so it leaves his sock-clad feet uncovered. Apparently, he fell asleep sans shoes, but otherwise fully dressed.

Well, we need to change that, don't we?

I take off my clothes; I totally intend to make up for his hard day. Whether we will have sex or just hold each other, I don't care. I just want to love him and be close to him, one way or another.

When I'm naked, I walk around the bed and kneel down next to the head end. Carefully, with two fingers, I lift the comforter to uncover his face.

Then I scream…

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I think I must have lost my mind for a second, because I have no idea how I ended up on the other side of the room, with my back against the wall and my hand clutching the bedside lamp, ready to strike.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell hysterically.

"Jesus Christ, Bells, you scared the shit out of me!"

I gasp.

"What the… I? Scared the shit? Out of YOU? Have you lost your goddamned mind? How did you get in here, for fuck's sake?"

He had jumped out of the covers like a Jack in the box when I let go that piercing shriek. Now he's sitting on the edge of the mattress, clutching his heart and looking at me reproachfully.

"I still have a key. And jeez, could you please put some clothes on, so we can talk like civilized human beings? Or do you still want to hit me with that lamp?"

I can't believe this is happening. Embarrassed, I try to cover my private parts while still holding the lamp.

"Jake, you… you had no right to use that key. You're not living here anymore."

"I know. I'm sorry, but…"

"And there's nothing civilized about breaking into my place and putting yourself to sleep in my bed and… fuck! What were you thinking?"

"I didn't break in. And I said I'm sorry, ok?"

"No, it's not ok!" I scream.

He gets up and starts walking towards me, holding up his hands in defense, and I completely lose it. I throw the lamp at him. He ducks away, unnecessarily so – held back by its cable, my make-shift missile snaps back and shatters right in front of my naked feet and the room goes dark.

That's when I hear a key turn in my apartment door, followed by the sound of the door clicking shut.

In the dark, and much too close for my liking, Jake whispers, "Who is that?"

I flinch and step back. I hiss when something sharp pierces painfully into my bare sole.

Then there's Edward's voice from the hallway.

"Bella?"

Crap!

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E/N:

I hope this not too… kind of… cliffhanger-ish? =D
Evil, I know.

For everyone who hasn't seen it yet, you may find some comfort in my LG&E outtake for SU4K, 'Closer', which is up here on ffnet now. (look for it on my profile)

For everyone else, I have a fic rec:
Simply everything written by bornonhalloween!
u/1784930/
Seriously – I mean it!

The next chapter will be EPOV, and include his second visit at Volturi's Violins to return the borrowed wrest, i.e. the Little Green/Jasper scene from the outtake 'Play' in Edward's point of view. Maybe you want to read (or re-read?) that one as well.

Thanks for sticking with this story – I don't deserve it, but it makes me as happy as my new puppie. :)

Love, Betti