A/N: So, first of all, I apologize for waiting almost an entire YEAR! (Has it really been that long?) before finally giving you this epilogue. My grandma always used to say that it's better late than never, although, I'm not always sure how true that is. ;) I could give you lots of excuses as to why it's so late, but they would only serve to irritate and make this Author's note longer.
Thanks to my lovely prereaders/betas: Meliz875 and ChrissiHR. They are totally awesome, and trust me, this wouldn't be half what it is now without their help.
I disclaim... I own not a single thing related to Twilight, the story idea itself however, that is mine.
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Rolling over carefully, I tried not to wake Eddie - my Eddie. The innocence of sleep always made him appear boyish. The way his burnished copper hair was tousled every which way spoke of the fitful sleep he'd had.
As my eyes traced the lines and planes of his chiseled face, his eyebrows drew together and he frowned. Letting my fingers dance along the black ink on his pec, I couldn't help but wonder what kinds of things were in his dreams to make him scowl like that.
Six months had gone by since I received the letter in the mail telling me that a publisher wanted my book. Even better, they contracted me to write two more which allowed me to quit my job as editor.
Life looked different than it once had. Before, I was just a confused, mousy girl, but I was blossoming and becoming a confident woman who knew what she wanted from life.
And I knew I wanted Eddie - anyway I could have him.
The book tour was scheduled to start soon, and I wasn't sure how it would affect my relationship with Eddie. It made me nauseous - the idea that he might not be okay with everything that came with this new life. Always reassuring, he eased the worry, but until it was behind us, I didn't think anything could fully assuage the anxiety.
This unease was doing me no favors. Shoving it to the back of my mind, I refused to dwell on things that hadn't happened yet.
Things that wouldn't happen.
Sighing, I shifted slightly, stretching my muscles. The sting and pull in them reminded me of the activities of the night before and I couldn't help but smile. Closing my eyes, I brushed my lips to trace the memory of his touch.
"What are you smiling about, beautiful?"
The husky whisper made me jump. I'd thought Eddie was sleeping, but his amused smirk let me know he'd been awake longer than I'd thought.
"You," I whispered in response.
"Me? What did I do?" he asked, stretching and yawning.
"What didn't you do last night?"
Reaching across the bed, Eddie pulled me into his arms and rained kisses across my shoulder blades. Goosebumps broke out along my skin and I shivered in response to the feel of his lips on my flesh.
"I love you, Eddie," I whispered into the miniscule space between us, sliding my hands up his solid abs and tracing the ridges there. I could feel the way his muscles jumped in response to my touch. It was empowering, knowing that I could make him feel that way.
His lips set my skin on fire, and I was suddenly alight with heat and passion - burning for him. The feel of his calloused palms on cool skin, the way his breath tickled my neck - it all combined to leave me panting for him.
Tilting to intercept the next kiss aimed for my shoulder, I took the lead, pulling his chin up and deepening the kiss, letting my body meld to his. Ghosting my hands over the tense muscles in his back, I enjoyed the feel of the slight ink lines from the dragon that wrapped around his side and across his back. He nibbled on my bottom lip, sucking it hard into his mouth, laving his tongue over the flesh.
His fingers were hot against my skin as they skimmed from hips to breasts, tracing tingling circles over my heart. He grazed the bottom of each breast with his hands, leaving tiny kisses on my throat.
Moaning, I arched off the bed, gripping the soft cotton sheet in tight fists. I yearned to grab his hands and move them to the places I needed to feel his touch for more, desperate, longing pangs clawed like slick tendrils along her aching limbs
Forcing myself to relax back into the bed, I tentatively took a nipple between each forefinger and thumb, rolling the tender buds-just the way I longed for him to touch me. Sighing in relief when his fingers replaced mine, I pulled my lips from his and gently bit his ear, pulling the lobe into my my mouth to suckle on it with heated lips and moist tongue, making him groan with pleasure.
I wondered if it would always be like this, if we would always love each other like this. Feeling myself disconnecting from the pleasure and the moment, I focused back in on what he was doing, the way my body felt, how every touch and kiss inflamed me.
The scent of sex was heavy in the air, combined with a hint of sandalwood from Eddie's new cologne. It was a heady mixture. The blankets were tangling around our legs with both us furiously seeking something intangible.
Feeling his cock long and thick against my thigh, I gripped it in my hand, taking the bead of moisture from the tip for lubrication. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, pulling a hiss from between his teeth.
We rolled together and I peppered his body with kisses from his chest to his hips, pausing there to nip at his hipbones. His eyes darkened with the knowledge of what came next. Running my tongue up the length, I was desperate to taste the salty-sweet essence of him. I took him into my mouth and sucked hard, adding a swirl of tongue when I got to the tip, making him cry out.
He bucked and I knew he was close. Greedy for the salty-sweet flavor of his hot release, I felt him trembling, but he pulled me off and turned me over.
"Not just yet, sweetheart…" he rasped the words into my ear, making me squirm.
His breath tickled my spine as he leaned over to stroke the aching bundle of nerves. Sliding his fingers through the slick heat, he was slowly pushing me closer to the edge of truly?ecstasy. When he had me shaking and soaked with need, he positioned himself at my entrance. Pausing, he took a fortifying before he thrust home.
The bed squeaked in protest as Eddie labored over me, leaning over to place kisses down my spine. I arched my back, curving deeply and relaxing round his throbbing length, trying to open myself fully and take him in deeper. He caressed my sides, the rough pads of his fingertips creating sensory overload-like rough stubble and early morning kisses. Tingles and heat spread throughout my body with every touch.
I could feel the pressure building and I knew it wouldn't be long. Pushing faster, I could feel him pulsing inside me-a sure sign it wouldn't be long for him either. Gripping my hips, he slammed into me over and over again, until, finally, the intensity reached its peak and I came, trembling in his arms and screaming his name.
After one more pump of his hips, he stiffened, his hold on me tightening when he came with a silent roar, his breath stolen in the moment of his release.
Eddie collapsed beside me. I loved the feel of his overheated skin on mine. Panting while the last shocks of ecstasy released my body, I smiled in satisfaction.
When we finally came down from our high, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me lightly on the lips. One finger traced my jawline and I relaxed into his embrace, trying to catch my breath.
When our breathing evened out, he pulled me up to lay on top of him.
Crossing my arms over his chest, I rested my chin there so I could look into his eyes. "That … whoa. That was amazing," I stuttered out.
"Mmm, yeah. So good. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Stretching like a cat, I replied, "God, no. I feel like I could nap for days … for all the right reasons."
"Mmm … good. Come 'ere so I can do it again … maybe after a little nap?" He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me.
Growing serious, he licked his lips. Looking up at the ceiling, he nervously shoved one hand through his bronze locks. "Bella, you know I love you, right?"
At my nod, he spoke again, "With every fiber of my being, I love you. You are an amazing woman. You care about everyone around you and take time to make sure your friends and family know you love them. You're sexy beyond belief, and you don't even know it, and that just makes you sexier." Meeting my eyes again, he smiled, "I love you and I don't want to miss a day when I could be telling you … showing you. I don't have much to offer you, really, but..."
My confused look made him chuckle. "I'm not explaining this very well, am I?"
"I think you should get to the point, baby." Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I tried to hide my smile, but knew that if he looked closely, he'd see the glimmer of laughter in my eyes.
"I should have planned something more romantic. But I've already started it, so I should at least do it right." Winking at me, he rolled over, being extra gentle with me before rising from the bed in all his naked glory.
My eye caught the tattoo on his chest and he flexed, making it dance. Pulling me to sit at the edge of the bed, he walked over to the chest of drawers we'd moved into my townhouse with the rest of his things. Pulling open a drawer, he rifled through it.
I took a moment to appreciate his backside. He had an amazing ass. It was just enough to hold on to and filled his jeans nicely. When he turned around, I let my eyes trail lazily back up to his face, and giggled at the amused expression there.
Striding over to the bed, he knelt before me. He had one hand behind his back clutching something. Taking one of my hands in his, he fumbled for words. "Bella, I love you so much. When you were away for the weekend in Boston, it literally hurt. I don't want you to think that means you can't go away, because you can, but … dammit, I'm fucking this all up. Let me start over … again. Isabella, I love you. I don't want to waste another second without letting the world know we belong to each other." Pulling his hand from behind his back, he flicked a little black velvet box open, "Will you marry me?"
Tears pooled in my eyes as I stared at the diamond glittering up from a gold band. I looked deep into his eyes and could see the depth of his love for me radiating there. Flinging myself onto the floor and into his arms, I cried, "Yes!"
Kissing each cheek and then his mouth, I said, "I love you, too, baby. So much."
Pulling away a little, he smiled and took the ring from the box to slide it onto my finger.
Then he kissed me hard, the kind of kiss that curls your toes, and when he stopped, I kissed him again, just because I and again, because he belonged to me as much as I belonged to him.
A/N: So how was it? Was it better than you hoped? Less than you hoped? Whatever the case may be, I hope you let me know and Thank you! SO Very much for reading! :D