AN: Hey! This is the first outtake for my story. It takes place between chapter 18 and 19. I already have plans to do another, but if you guys want a specific one I might be able to whip it up...and yes that may include EPOV.

Made Me Proud

"Baby girl, it's time to get up," I heard Edward call. I groaned and reached out next to me to find the bed beside me empty and cold. I forced my eyes open to find him standing on his side of the bed, a towel slung low around his waist, his hair still damp from his shower.

It should have been illegal to look that good this early in the morning.

I really didn't know what would get me out of bed every morning if he wasn't around. Alice had gone from blowing me off to flat out ignoring me. All my classes just seemed to be harder and more stressful without her help. Plus with the added weight of the 'Thanksgiving talk' looming over me, I was just about ready to climb into bed and never leave it.

I sighed and threw the sheets back and crawled over to where he was standing, in my tank top and his boxers. I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck before burying my head in his neck, just inhaling his scent.

It grounded me enough to know that I could do anything if I really tried. I sighed again and pulled my head so that I could look at him.

"What would I do without you?" I asked, running a hand through his hair. His eyes turned concerned and a small pucker appeared between his eyes from where he was frowning. "Still having trouble with Alice?"

I had told him all about how she was acting while he had been trying to show me the finer points-if there were any-of Calculus. I shrugged and looked away from him, "Its fine. I'm more worried about Thursday."

He sighed at that and placed his hands on my hips. "It'll be fine. Worrying about it won't make it not happen." He leaned up to kiss me, but I moved away, "Morning breath," I informed him. He rolled his and placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down and kissed me anyway.

I wouldn't say I put up much of a fight.

Our lips moved at a slow, languid pace before he pulled away.

My eyes fluttered back open, even though I hadn't been aware that they had been closed, and I noticed that Edward seemed to be distracted like he wanted to say something, but was holding himself back.

"What?" I asked cautiously, not sure I wanted to hear whatever he had to say. He frowned slightly, seeming to contemplate how to phrase what he was about to say before speaking.

"It's just...there's been something I've wanted to talk about with you for a while... It's nothing bad," He hurriedly adding after seeing the suspicion on my face. He raked a hand through his hair and let out a breath through his nose.

His eyes darted away from mine as he continued speaking, "I never really grieved properly for my, our, parents death because of all the arrangements to get custody of you, not that I regret any of that. It's just been weighing on me more heavily recently and, even though I know you hated it personally, I've decided that maybe I should see know to talk about it."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't against the idea at all, if he felt like he needed that, then I would support him. I could see why he was cautious about telling me, my obvious hate for therapists probably made him weary of me telling him that it was a bad idea. It must have taken him quite a bit of courage to tell me.

I pressed a chaste kiss on his lips as my hands ran through his hair, "You know you can talk to me about anything?" I asked him and he nodded, "Yeah, but sometimes I think I need someone outside of us to give their perspective. I need someone I can be a hundred percent honest with, about us, about our parents, about my feelings without fear of their reaction. I know I can talk to you about anything and I do, but I think I need more than your help to fully find myself."

I nodded, "I support you a hundred percent in your decision. Just because it didn't really work for me, it doesn't mean it won't work for you. I felt forced to be there and didn't put in any effort so I think you'll do fine. It took you a lot of courage for you to tell me and I'm proud of you for that." I told him sincerely.

My heart felt so much lighter after his admission and I wanted to find a way to show him just how proud I was of him. My lips met the skin of his chest, pressing kisses to it as my fingers scraped down it, my nails catching on his nipples causing him to hiss before they curled around the edge of his towel and tugged it down so that it fell to his feet and revealed his quickly hardening cock.

"I want to try something," I murmured against his chest as I moved away and lay on my back with my head at the edge of the bed. I wrapped a hand around his cock confidently and pressed my free hand against the small of his back, urging him closer to me as I opened my mouth to take him in.

His breath stuttered slightly as I ran my tongue over him, licking him like a Popsicle. I wrapped my lips around his head, sucking the tip of him into my mouth as he let out a groan and fisted his hands by his sides.

I had always had problems taking more than a few inches of him into my mouth because of my gag reflex so when I had stumbled on an article on the Internet that showed ways of relaxing your throat and making it possible to take more of him inside my mouth I had feasted on it.

Having your mouth upside down had been one of the easier, popular ones and so I now had a chance to test it out without having an awkward conversation about looking up stuff on the Internet to improve our sex, which didn't really need improving.

I slid more of him in my mouth, still urging him to move forwards. My tongue continued to move over his hard, velvet skin and I moved my hand behind his cock and tugged gently on his balls as I massaged them. He groaned and grunted as his hips buckled forwards, forcing me to take more of him inside my mouth. My throat constricted around him and I swallowed rapidly to stop myself from gagging.

Whether it was an unconscious move or not, Edward's hips started thrusting gently into my mouth as he panted heavily. I sucked him vigorously while running my tongue over the tip and dipping beneath the taunt skin of his head. This time the moan that left his mouth was guttural and strained.

"Fuck Bella, your mouth feels so good," he grunted as he slid in and out of my mouth, my hand moving over the part that I couldn't fit in my mouth. I knew there was still no way that I could fit all of him in my mouth, but I could now fit at least an inch more than before. I continued fondling his balls as my mouth and tongue worked over him feeling more confident and embodied by his reactions and praises.

"Yes," he hissed through his teeth, throwing his head back, "just like that...God yes...I love your mouth baby girl, it's so talented...I'm close already...are you going to swallow?" I contemplated his question as my tongue traveled along the veins protruding from his cock.

While I usually swallowed-it all depended on how I was feeling or what we were doing after-I had never tried swallowing upside down and while I loved Edward, I didn't really want to choke on his spunk. I pulled back, still grasping his base as my mouth left him and shook my head before starting to lick him like I had in the beginning.

He didn't seem to mind in the least, especially when I started to suck his balls while both hands ran up and down his cock vigorously. I won't lie and say that since we had gotten together in September that I hadn't explored and figured out exactly what he liked.

It wasn't like he was that shy in telling me when he liked something and so far I hadn't really done anything that he didn't like. He would usually guide the speed I used when I gave him blow-jobs by burrowing his hands in my hair and leading me, but since I was upside down that was a no-go.

His thighs shook slightly and I could feel him throbbing in my hands as he panted and groaned signaling that he only needed one small push to go over the edge.

I sucked on his balls harder and twisted my hands as they reached the swollen head just like he had taught me. He let out a choking gasp and whimpered as he twitched in my hand and came in three hot spurts all over my chest, his hips never stopping their movements.

I now regretted not swallowing. I think I would have rather attempted to swallow it than to have it all over me. It felt weird and kind of gross and as I slid away from him and tugged my tank to over my head I told myself that swallowing was much more preferable than this outcome.

Edward collapsed on the bed beside me with a groan before slowly peeling back one of his eyelids to look at me. His eyes immediately honed in on my now bare breasts and he licked his bottom lip as the lust that had faded with his orgasm came back.

"You know," he murmured huskily, "if that's what I get, I'm going to make you proud more often." He grinned at me mischievously and rolled onto his back. I blushed feeling pretty good about myself and let out a small laugh before looking at the time and sighing. Real life was about to start and the bubble we created at home was going to burst.

"I have to go get ready," I muttered standing up, a small sense of dread filling me. I felt Edward's arms wrap around my waist, his warm fingers loosening the hold the dread had over me. He pulled me back so that I was lying next to him and lay on his side, sitting up partially, a calculating look on his face. "Why don't you just skip it today and we'll do something fun. I'm on call, but I don't have to go in today."

I raised an eyebrow at him, was he actually suggesting that I skip school. Wow, I never thought I would see that day. "I don't know," I said dubiously, "I'm graduating in the summer and it would look bad on my file." Edward shrugged, "So would sleeping and being with me, yet that has never stopped you. I'll call in and tell them you're sick. We'll have fun; we can do anything you want..." He wheedled.

I chewed my lip, excitement starting to build and moved over to where he was lying and straddled his waist. My fingers danced over his chest as I looked at him from under my eyelashes. "And if I just wanted to stay in bed with you all day?" I asked coyly. His eyes darkened subtly at that suggestion and he shrugged and pretended to be nonchalant about it.

"Well...if that's what you want, who am I to discourage it. You could also, and this is just a suggestion, get rid of that clump of rusted metal you call a truck." I slapped his shoulder hard as he laughed at my outraged expression. "I'm just kidding," he said between laughing, "Though really, I doubt it's ever going to work again and I'm sure you're tired of me bringing to school every day."

I thought about for a second, "Since you just ruined the mood I guess we won't be spending the day in bed. I concede to the fact that the beast is on its last legs, but I don't really want to spend my money on buying a new one when I going to college next year." Edward shrugged, "Just get another scrap metal car; we can even go today...after we get the 'beast' towed to the junkyard."

I scowled at that, but knew he was right. There really wasn't any point in keeping the beast if he wasn't working. "Fine," I said sourly. Edward sat up and brushed my hair out of my face, "Don't be like that baby girl, it's for the best." I huffed and then remembered the fact that I had a deliciously-if I say so myself-naked man under me.

It didn't take long for our lips to attack each other and my hips to press into his, gyrating and rubbing against me. He groaned and pulled back, "Don't start something you can't finish." I groaned in annoyance and climbed off him, cursing Mother Nature for my time of the month. As if I wasn't frustrated enough.

I opened the drawer of his bedside table and rummaged through it until I found his cigarettes. I pulled one out the pack and placed it between my lips before taking out his lighter and lighting it up.

Edward arched his brow at me from where he was lying. I shrugged unperturbed by how his eyes kept darting down to my still naked breasts before going back up to where my lips were wrapped around the cigarette.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked sitting cross legged. I giggled as I let a plume of smoke out of my mouth because really if anyone walked in right now we really would have been a sight to see, especially when Edward lit up a cigarette of his own.

He was sitting in the middle of the bed naked and I was only wearing his boxers as I leaned back against the headboard as we both smoked.

We were partners in crime, forgoing social standards and proper propriety to find our own brand of happiness. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

AN: What do you think? Review and tell me. Also I would like to say that I have changed the summary to Parental Guardian, it was a long time coming. I have a new one-shot out. It's called 'The Kind Of Pain That Heals.' Its an angsty little thing, which I am expanding.


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