I know the wait has been way too long for this! I've been a little distracted, hehe. But I think you will be happy for what's to come (bahahaha)…at least I hope so!

Thanks to MC for working her magic so quickly and coming up with the perfect chapter title!


The Perfect Recipe

Pouring the walnuts into the banana cake batter, I mindlessly stir the mix, my thoughts on other things.

Mainly my boyfriend; who is the sexiest, sweetest, stupidest man on the planet!

I still can't believe the grief Edward gave me over Jake without knowing the whole truth. Well, mainly the whole truth. I know I didn't tell Edward the real reason Jake stopped by Sparkles. But, come on now, he was livid as it was and letting him know he was basically right on about Jake would have only made matters worse.

Sighing, I pour the cake batter into the cupcake tins, hoping this is just one final explosion in our new relationship and from now on there will only be small hiccups. I'm not so sure how well either of us will handle another big misunderstanding.

As the cupcakes bake in the oven, I get to work on the marshmallow frosting; beating the egg whites and salt with a wire whisk. I try to see things from Edward's perspective as I work, but it's difficult for me because I know I would have done things very differently.

First of all, I wouldn't have left without an explanation. I would have marched right up to Edward and introduced myself to whichever bimbo he was hugging. And if the introduction didn't suffice to my liking, I would have more than happily slapped him across the face. But I would have given them the benefit of the doubt first, that I knew.

Secondly, there is the little matter of Jake just being a friend now. Sure, he was my boyfriend at one point. And yes, he may have wanted more when he first saw me again. But, I honestly believed things between Jacob and me were done and there would be no harm in hanging out. Which I now concede may have been a bad idea; but it turned out well in the long run.

I also know if the shoe was on the other foot, and Edward was the one with a friend who was a girl I would be okay with it. I mean, I know Edward has friends who are girls, like Rose, and it doesn't bother me one bit. I trust him.

Sure, Edward being with an ex-girlfriend might be a little more difficult to handle. But the fact of the matter is I trust him explicitly. And it hurts me to think Edward doesn't have that same level of trust in me at the moment. But, deep in my heart I know the past issues from Edward's life have only recently come into the light and it's going to take him some time to heal and ultimately trust again.

I add the rest of the ingredients slowly to the frosting mix and beat them yet again. It is very cathartic for me to bake, and I enjoy the time to think things through as I work. And with Lauren running the counter it leaves me in peace and quiet in the kitchen.

Smiling, I think of my recent purchase at the drugstore to help ease Edward's fears. It seems one type of contraceptive is clearly not enough to dissuade the demons that still lurk inside him, so I picked up a second item to add to the pill I'm already taking. I want to do whatever I can to make this step as easy on Edward as possible.

When the cupcakes are done, I pull them out of the oven to cool on the wire rack and take a small sample to taste the consistency. The banana walnut cake is the perfect texture and I can hardly wait to top them with the marshmallow frosting. I lick my lips in anticipation of the gooey mixture and my mind immediately goes to another pair of delicious lips.

I sigh, feeling the anticipation of said lips on my needy body as I feel the tingle down below my belly.

Just the thought has me thankful yet again that Lauren has agreed to cover for me Saturday, so I can take it off to spend it with Edward. Even though it's usually a busy day, I know this next step for Edward is a big one. One that should happen soon while he's making progress. And I am more than willing to change my schedule a bit to help him through it.

~TCQ~

Desire has never been a problem with Edward and me. The sexual chemistry we had the very first time we laid eyes on each other can attest to that.

But that doesn't mean I don't need to make an effort; so after a hot shower, I insert my new birth control and slip into my sexy, black lace lingerie. I slide my red wraparound dress around my soft and shiny skin, and I look pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

Edward and I have had a few serious conversations since our last night together; each of us trying to keep the communication open no matter how difficult the discussion may be. I thought if we could discuss the "mechanics" of taking our relationship to the next step, days before we actually made love, that maybe it would give Edward time to wrap his head around it. Because obviously the spur of the moment, heated passions were not enough for him to let it all go.

The talks were a bit awkward from time to time, considering the subject matter. But knowing we have three types of contraception ready to go, should help ease his anxieties; even if tonight isn't the night.

Yes, we both decided it would be a good night to try, but it's not set in stone. No matter how much I want this, and God do I want this; but I would like more than anything for this to be good for Edward. To help him overcome this hurdle and finally be able to make love to a woman once again. It breaks my heart he has been dealing with the pain and fear these past years. I can only begin to imagine what he has been going through, and I want to take that all away. For him.

With one final look in the mirror, I grab my keys and head on over to Edward's place. I'm excited to see what he's cooking me for dinner tonight, even though he assures me it will be simple. Just the fact he is taking the time and effort to make something is special enough for me.

Edward greets me at his door with a huge smile and a hug; my nasal passages are hit with an enticing smell of tomato and garlic. I smile in return and crane my neck up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Spaghetti, huh?" I ask him with a smirk. It's the simplest Italian dish I can think of, but watching Edward turn sheepish is not what I intended.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind. But I knew I couldn't screw it up," he says, his eyes on the ground.

"Hey," I say gently, placing my hands on his broad chest. "I love it. Anything you make me is a treat and besides, it reminds me of nights with my dad. It was his specialty, too."

Edward finally brings his eyes to mine and I grab his hand in reassurance, giving it a squeeze before I drag him into the kitchen.

"Let's see what you've got going on in here."

Leading Edward toward the stove, my mouth starts to water. I am hungrier than I thought and the food smells simply amazing. But it's the sight of the pristine kitchen, which is now in disarray that causes me to try and stifle the giggle threatening to escape me. Pots and pans are strewn about the work tops, drawers opened haphazardly throughout.

I quirk my eyebrow at Edward in question, the corners of my mouth twisted in mirth.

"I was having a bit of an issue looking for the spoon-thing to stir the noodles."

"You mean a ladle?" I question, as I pull out the errant item in question from a nearby drawer and wiggle it in his direction.

"Um, yeah that." He laughs in return and it is the most beautiful sound I have heard him make all night. I hope to keep him in a lighthearted mood for as long as I can, willing this night to go smoothly for us both.

The timer on the oven begins its incessant beeping and Edward makes his way to shut it off, grabbing a pot holder and removing the steaming garlic bread.

"It smells so fantastic, Edward. I can't wait to try it all."

He smiles at me in return, "Well, let's scoop this up on plates and you won't have to wait much longer, Cupcake Girl."

We sit down at the table, eating the hard work that Edward has prepared for us in companionable silence. Our hands, as always, gravitate toward each other and soon our bodies are tingling with the closeness of the warmth and lust that seems to radiate through us whenever we are near.

The meal is as delicious as it smells, and I devour every bite, all the while yearning for the dessert that is to come, well, the physical dessert that is. I lick my lips as I watch Edward take a bite of his spaghetti, his tongue peeking out to remove a stray bit of sauce. I can't wait a moment longer.

I place my fork down on my plate; my eyes hooded with lust as I reach for my napkin and wipe my mouth. I watch as Edward's eyes follow the movement of my napkin on my lips and I can't help but tease him a bit.

Slowly, I lean back a little in my chair, easing my hands above me in a contented stretch, and my breasts jut out as I arch my back a bit more. Edward tears his eyes off my breasts quickly and his lust filled eyes are searching mine.

"Mmmm, that was very tasty, but I don't think I can eat another bite," I say, licking my lips as seductively as I can manage. I'm not very good at this whole playful seduction, but I try my best.

It seems to be working either way. I see Edward trying unsuccessfully to discreetly adjust himself under the table and the seductress inside of me grins with glee.

"Um, but uh, didn't you bring dessert?" Edward stammers, and I can't help but let out a little smile.

"I did, but I think I need some time before I'm ready for that. Maybe we can think of something else to do in the meantime."

Edward's chair goes crashing to the floor as he stands up quickly from his seat and stalks over to me, his eyes on fire, and my chest heaves in anticipation.

Before I can register the movement, my chair is pushed away from the table and Edward's lips come crashing to mine. His hands are in my hair, forcing my head up to his and my mouth opens automatically in sweet surrender.

The man is lethal.

My hands take hold of the back of his neck, trying to bring us even closer at this strange angle and Edward needs no more persuasion. He grabs my legs with his free hand and places them around his hips. I latch on willingly and within seconds he has me in his arms and is walking us swiftly to his bedroom.

Our lips never once leave each other's body, both of us kissing, sucking and nibbling any bit of bare skin we can taste. The passion is intense but the moment Edward lays me carefully on his bed, I can see a change.

To my relief, it's not one of fear but of adoration, and I squirm slightly under his intense gaze. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly, torturously unbuttons his shirt and tosses it lightly to the floor.

My thighs clench together in anticipation as Edward crawls up on to the bed, looking like a predator going in for the kill. His hands glide up my legs lightly and when his long fingers slip under my dress I can feel the tingling throughout my entire body.

Before he reaches the area I'm longing for him to touch, his hands are once again on top of my dress, but this time they are fingering the sash that holds it all together. His deft fingers untie the knot and without warning I am lying exposed before him.

Edward takes a sharp intake of breath as he looks down at my heaving breasts barely covered in lace. My scantily clad bottoms are drenched from the limited interaction we've had so far, and as Edward's eyes rest there, I know he can tell.

"You're gorgeous, baby," he whispers in reverence, and his hands trail up along my body as he leans in for a kiss.

I grab hold of his neck and bring his face, and the rest of his overdressed body, closer to mine.

"You're wearing too many clothes," I whisper back when our lips finally break free. The smirk on his face is deadly, and I can feel my panties getting wetter by the second.

My hands release his neck and instead work on pulling his lightweight sweater up and over his head. I let my hands trail down the hard planes of his chest, but before I can reach his pants his lips are on my breasts. He pushes down the fabric and his mouth once again is on my skin, licking and sucking my hardened nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

I let out a moan of delight and can feel Edward smile against my skin. Quickly, I maneuver a bit to rid myself of this pesky bra and grant Edward the full access both of us want. Once both my breasts have been lavished upon with kisses and more, Edward trails his hand down my side, his mouth following by leaving a trail of kisses down to my now soaked, lace panties.

He runs his fingers lightly over them and I writhe underneath him, my body begging for him to finally be inside of me. He hooks his hands into the sides of the lace and slowly drags them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

His eyes are dark and hooded and the words slip out of me, before I even know I've said them. "I need you, Edward."

There is silence for a beat, only our heavy breathing filling the room around us. Shit, I think to myself, I did not mean to say that. I can only hope it spurs Edward on and doesn't scare him.

He looks up at me once again and I can see the pain in his eyes, but the lust is still there along with something I don't dare try to describe.

"You can do this, baby," I urge him quietly, watching the inner war going on behind his eyes. "We're more than covered this time. You have nothing to worry about."

He nods slowly as he starts to undo the buttons on his pants, and I reach over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to us. Once again, I am thankful that we've talked about this moment in detail, both of us knowing exactly what needs to be done to make Edward more comfortable.

Finally, it seems, Edward is completely naked and my eyes go directly to his hardened cock of their own volition. My legs clench in anticipation, all the while hoping that Edward can do this. Not only for my sake, but for his.

Taking a hard gulp, Edward crawls up my body, his legs positioned between mine and I pull him in for a kiss. I pour my soul into it, hoping Edward can feel the love and support flowing through me. I want to tell him I love him but don't think now would be a good time to start such declarations. However, at this very moment, I know in my heart it's true. I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with this man, come hell or high water. I just hope Edward feels the same way and sometime soon we will be able to share those reverent words. But now is not the time to find out, because this is going to be a big enough step for him as it is.

The look in his eyes when we finally catch our breath tells me I might have succeeded, and I lovingly caress his cheek as I speak. "It's going to be okay, Edward. Please trust me. Trust us."

Without another word, Edward moves closer to me and languidly pushes his condom covered cock right where I've wanted him for weeks. The fullness of him feels absolutely amazing and our moans fill the air.

I look down to see Edward's eyes close for a brief second before looking up at me once more. "Fuck," he growls quietly in what seems like appreciation, and he lets out another moan as my insides squeeze him in an effort to spur him on.

He thrusts into me, slowly but fully, and I wrap my legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper. With each thrust my moans become louder, and my hands grab tighter to his back; the muscles moving in motion with his body.

"God it feels so good, Edward," I tell him breathlessly, and as he groans in response, our eyes are locked on to one another the entire time.

In mere minutes I can feel all of his inhibitions leave as he lets the enjoyment of the sensations take over. His lips are on my neck and behind my ear, his heavy panting fanning over my face as he moves. With every kiss, nip and thrust I can feel the tension inside both of us build, and I know I won't be able to last much longer.

I cry out as an intense orgasm grips me, my insides squeezing Edward's cock and sending him over the edge with me. His body collapses on top of mine for a moment and he buries his face in my neck, both of us panting and trying to catch our breaths, as he removes the condom and lies beside me.

"That was…" Edward starts but seems unable to find the right words.

"I know." It's all that really needs to be said at the moment, but Edward isn't finished yet.

"Thank you, Cupcake Girl," he says, kissing me lightly on the lips.

It is the first night where both of us fall asleep in each other's arms fully sated and rested. I couldn't be happier and can't wait to do it again.


So what did you think of their first time? Was it um, satisfying to you? Don't worry E and B are just getting started!