Died and Gone to Heaven by DoUTrustMe

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5958812/1/

Chapter One: Doctor SexGod

"Am I dead?"

"No, you're not dead." The voice spoke to me from the darkness. It was god-like
in its velvety smoothness.

"Am I blind?"

I could hear amusement in the voice. "No, you're not blind, either."

"Why can't I see?"

"You have a bandage over one eye and the other eye is closed," the soft voice
explained patiently.

"Oh." I tried to pry my eyes open. "I can't open my eyes."

"Well then, you should probably sleep."

"Okay, God."

"Who am I?" I asked.

"You don't know?" Velvet Voice sounded concerned at that.

"No."

"Do you know your first name?" Velvet Voice asked softly.

I tried to find it in inside my head somewhere, but couldn't. "No."

"Do you know what year this is?"

"Two thousand and ... something. Eight? Nine? Ten?"

"How old are you?"

"Somewhere between twenty five and twenty eight, I think."

"Do you know your name now?"

"No."

"What shall we call you then?"

"How about Tallulah? I've always liked that name."

"All right then, Tallulah, I want you to get some rest." Velvet Voice was caring
and concerned.

"My arm hurts."

"It's broken. It's in a cast."

"How long have I been here?"

"A couple of days."

"Why don't I have to go to the bathroom?"

"You have a catheter. We can take it out as soon as you're up and around."

"Ew."

"It's better than the alternative."

"Who put in the catheter?"

"I did."

"Wasn't it gross?"

"I've put in lots of catheters."

"Oh." Was the voice gone? "You didn't look did you? At my lady bits?"

Velvet Voice was amused. "I had a peek."

"And?"

"I'm a doctor. I've seen lots of lady bits."

"Oh," I said disappointed. "I guess you didn't get a good look at my boobs then,
because they are spectacular and you wouldn't be so cavalier about seeing
them."

"I'll make sure to examine them next time I come in."

"Are you God?"

"Just hold still for a minute." Velvet Voice was amused.

"What did you just do?"

"I put a pain killer in with your IV. It will help you rest until your head feels
better."

"I've sinned you know."

"Have you?"

"You know I have. You know everything. You see everything."

"Then I guess I already know if you've sinned."

"I lusted."

"Who did you lust after?"

"I don't know, but he had a nice ass and I had fabulous sex with him in my
dream."

"Did you?"

"I didn't see his face, though. But his hands were magic and his velvet voice was
pure seduction."

"Was he worth sinning for?"

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Should I feel bad?"

"Do you feel bad?"

"No, I feel really good. Relaxed. Except that my arm hurts."

"It should heal nicely. It was a clean break. I've seen the x-rays."

"God?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have sex? With Mrs. God?"

"Not recently."

"You should."

"I'll take that under advisement."

I finally managed to pry one eye open. "God?"

"Mm." God was leaning over facing away from me checking some clear tubing on
a pole.

"You have a nice ass, too."

God threw back his head and laughed as he walked out of the hospital room.

My head hurt. A lot. And there was rustling in my room.

"God, is that you?"

"If you want to call me that." Velvet Voice was back and levitating somewhere
near my head.

I pried opened both eyes and saw sparkling green eyes in the face of an angel.
Apparently, I had died and gone to heaven.

"Can I have a mirror?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," his perfect lips said to me. I fixated on them.

"Am I hideous?"

"No, you're very pretty."

"I feel hideous."

"Do you? Why is that?"

"I need a bath."

"I could give you a sponge bath. Your stitches and cast shouldn't be soaked."

"You're a doctor, right? Not some perv off the street coming in to offer me a
sponge bath?" I was back to his eyes. I couldn't decide if his ass, eyes or his lips
were better, but I thought I should look at his eyes since he was sitting on his
ass.

"So the certificates on my office wall say." His green eyes twinkled. "Don't worry.
I've already seen your lady bits. And I had a peek at your boobs while you were
asleep. They are spectacular, but I'm a real doctor. I don't just play one on T.V."

"Will it gross you out?"

"To give you sponge bath?"

"Yes. I'm really sweaty and yucky."

"I've seen much, much worse. You're very lucky." He ran his hand through his
bronze-colored hair.

Oh, the hair! How could I have missed that? I added it to my list. Velvet voice.
Biteable ass. Gorgeous green bedroom eyes. Pouty lips made for kissing. Sex
hair.

"Okay then."

"Okay what?"

"You can give me a sponge bath."

"Thank you ..." he said dryly. "... for that privilege."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know you didn't. I'm teasing you."

"Oh. Why won't you give me a mirror?"

"Because you've got a black eye and you're pretty bruised up and I'd like to clean
the gunk out of your hair first."

"Gunk. Is that a medical term?"

"Yes. It's Latin for 'I don't want you to panic if I say the word blood'."

"Why would I panic?"

"Some people panic."

"Not me."

"Good."

"Doctor God?"

"Yes."

"I'm panicking. Is there a lot of gunk?"

"There's a bit."

"Anything else?"

"Anything else what?"

"Anything else I should know about? Did I lose a spleen? Did I get a lobotomy?"

"Broken arm. Gunk in hair. Stitches in head. Scratches, cuts and bruises. You'll
live. And a bit of memory loss."

"A bit?"

"Well, you hit your head. It's probably temporary."

"Who do you think I am?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Are you a psychiatrist? 'Cause I swear you just answered a question with a
question."

"How do you feel about that?"

"You so are a psychiatrist."

"Every doctor does a psychiatric rotation. It's part of the training."

"Can I call you Doctor Freud?"

"I'd prefer that to God. Or you can call me by my real name."

"Which is?"

"Doctor Stein. But you can call me Frank."

"Frank Stein. Your middle initial wouldn't happen to be an N, would it?"

"How did you know?"

"Doctor Frank N. Stein? I've lost my memory, not my mind."

"Your mind seems to be in good working order. Even with the pain killers."

"Is this your bedside manner with everyone or just me, Doctor Smart Ass?"

"I thought I was Doctor Nice Ass."

"Are you going to give me a sponge bath still?"

"If you'd like."

"Can I give you a sponge bath after? It's only fair, really. Quid pro quo."

"Normally, I'd say yes, but I don't want you to get your cast wet."

"Do you give all your patients sponge baths?"

"No, just the ones with spectacular boobs."

"Do you let all your patients give you a sponge bath?"

"Same answer I just gave."

"You're a boob man?"

"Some doctors specialize in pediatrics, some in anaesthesia, I specialize in
spectacular boobs."

"Are you a plastic surgeon?"

"Nope."

"You don't do boobs, then."

"There's only one pair of boobs that I 'do'. And they are all natural. And quite
spectacular."

"Oh. Are you married?"

"I am."

"Oh. Sorry I flirted with you then."

"That's okay. My wife would understand."

"She would?"

"Uh huh."

"She must be some kind of wife."

"She is."

"I had another dream about sex with you. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were
married."

"That's okay. Maybe next time you can actually have sex with me instead of just
dreaming about it."

"Are you coming on to me? Because I don't do married men."

"Don't you? That's not what your chart tells me."

"What does my chart tell you?"

"It tells me that you're married. And you have an IUD. So I'm pretty sure you do
at least one married man."

"I'm married?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh. Well, then I guess I can't have sex with you."

"Why not?"

"Your wife? My husband?"

"I won't tell if you won't." He winked at me and left the room.

"I've changed my mind," I said.

"About what?" Doctor SexGod said in two words or less.

"I do want to have sex with you. I think it was the wink. And I had another
dream about you. You were amazing."

"Oh, good."

"But I need that sponge bath first. Spectacular boobs only get you so far."

"Right. I'll be back this evening to give you that. And then I'll have sex with you."

"I'll bet all your patients want to have sex with you."

"No, the geriatric men don't usually want to. Although there was this one ..."

"Do you have sex with all your patients?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"If I'm married to them."

"How many of your patients are you married to?"

"Just the one."

"Which one?"

"The one I'm going to have sex with."

"We're married?"

"So we are."

"So, I get to have sex with you whenever I want?"

"Unless I'm in the middle of a hospital board meeting. That might be a little
awkward."

"I don't believe you," I said.

"About what?"

I took in the green eyes, sex hair and kissable lips in one glance. Now if only I
could get him to turn around and bend over again.

"That we're married."

"Why is that?"

"Because if we were married, I'd remember it. That's not something I'd forget."

"Well, you did receive quite a blow to the head when you wrapped the brand new
car I bought you around a tree trunk."

"Is the car okay?"

"I'm not as concerned about the car as I am about you."

"Oh. Was it an expensive car?"

"Yes, quite expensive."

"Was it a silver Volvo?"

"Yes. You remember?"

"Why do I remember a stupid car and not you?"

"Volvos are not stupid cars. We've had this discussion before."

"Maybe you're a pain killer-induced hallucination."

"I'm not a hallucination."

"Then why do you keep promising me a sponge bath and not giving it to me?"

"I started to gave you a sponge bath earlier, but you fell asleep."

"What? I missed that? Did I miss the sex too?"

"No, I like my women conscious when I have sex with them."

"Oh, good. Can we have sex now?"

"Sure. How do you propose we do that?"

"Well, I could raise the head of the bed up. Ouch. My head hurts. Maybe I'd
better just give you a blow job."

"Perhaps I should prop a chair in front of the door then so we're not interrupted."

"Did I give you the blow job?"

"No, you fell asleep again."

"Don't give me any more pain killers then because I want to be awake while I'm
giving you a blow job."

"You're almost through with your pain killers."

"I figured out how we can have sex."

"How?"

"You get naked and come hop in bed with me."

"Okay. Perhaps I should prop the chair in front of the door first."

"Did we have sex?"

"No, I got all naked for nothing. And my nice ass was hanging out of the bed and
everything."

"I'm sorry. Am I finished my pain killers now?"

"You had the last of the lot. You should be more alert now."

"Do pain killers make you horny? Because all I dream about is having sex with
you."

"Not that I'm aware. Maybe you're just naturally horny."

"Well am I?"

"What?"

"Naturally horny? You should know. How long have we been married?"

"About three weeks."

"We've only been married three weeks?"

"Yup."

"No wonder I'm so horny for you."

"I hope you'll always be horny for me."

"How did we get together?"

"You wrapped your truck around a tree and I was happened to be covering for
another doctor that night in ER."

"Oh. I guess I do that a lot."

"I guess you do."

"Did I try to have sex with you then too?"

"Your injuries were minor. But, I'm sure if we'd had more time you would have
tried to."

"Oh. How did we end up married?"

"Well, after I treated you for your car accident, I treated you for a cut on your
arm, a broken hand when you punched your boyfriend and then a broken foot
when you kicked your karate teacher in the head. And we went from there."

"I'm kind of a klutz aren't I?"

"You are a little accident prone."

"Do you love me?"

"I do."

"Why?"

"You're smart and funny and I love being with you."

"I'm not so great at the sex, huh?"

"The sex is amazing."

"Then why didn't you mention it?"

"I said I loved being with you. How do you know I wasn't referring to the sex?"

"Oh. Do I love you?"

"Yes, you do."

"Why do I love you?"

"Because I give you great sex."

"That's kind of shallow of me."

"Well, you also love me because I'm smart and funny and you love being with
me, but I thought I might as well get right down to the sex thing because you
were going to ask about it anyway."

"You know me pretty well, don't you?"

"Inside and out."

"Do I have a name, a real one, Doctor SexGod?" I asked.

"You do," Doctor SexGod answered.

"It's not Tallulah is it?"

"It's not. It's Bella."

"Bella," I repeated.

"It means beautiful."

"I know that. Both in French and Italian. Do I speak French and Italian?"

"A little of both."

"And what is your name, Doctor SexGod?"

"It's Edward. Edward Cullen."

"So I'm Bella Cullen?"

"Actually, you are Bella Swan hyphen Cullen. You're kind of a feminist."

"When do I get out of here? It's not really conducive to having sex with my
husband of three weeks."

"I'm hoping you can be out by tomorrow and I'll take you home."

"We have a home?"

"We do."

"Is it nice?"

"It's quite nice."

"What do I do? For a living?"

"You're a travel journalist. Or you were before we got married. Now you
freelance."

"Am I good?"

"I think you're fabulous."

"Where was I going when I wrapped my car around a tree?"

"You were coming to my office to have sex with me."

"I have sex with you in your office?"

"On the desk. Under the desk. In the supply closet. On the floor. On top of the
file cabinet ..."

"Okay, I get it. I'm not a nympho or something am I?"

"No, but you're enthusiastic. And you love me."

"Apparently, I love you an awful lot."

"You said I have an IUD right?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Doctor SexGod answered in his usual pithy manner.

"And I'm going home today?"

"Yes."

"To our home. Where we live together and have sex on a regular basis?"

"Yes."

"Can I have a mirror yet?"

Doctor Edward SexGod Cullen looked at me with his bedroom eyes and pouty lips
and I reached around with my good arm and put my hand on his delectable ass.

"I think you can." He didn't move.

"The mirror? Did you change your mind?"

"No, I was just enjoying your hand. It's the first time you've touched me in days."

"I asked you to have sex with me multiple times, you just didn't take me up on
it."

"Well, you kept falling asleep."

"Well, you shouldn't have pumped me full of all those pain killers."

"Well, I couldn't stand to see you in pain."

"You do love me, don't you?"

"I do."

"The mirror?"

"The hand?"

I moved my hand off his ass and watched it walk into the bathroom and get a
little shaving mirror.

He handed it to me with his long fingers and I took a deep breath.

Long fingers? This list was getting long. Velvet voice. Biteable ass. Gorgeous
green bedroom eyes. Pouty lips made for kissing. Sex hair. Long, nimble fingers.

The first thing I saw when I looked in the mirror was the purple, green and yellow
around my brown bloodshot eye. The rest was passable.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"I believe I said very pretty. You're absolutely stunning when your eye isn't all
colors of the rainbow."

"Can you bring your ass back over here now?"

"I can."

"Have we ever had sex in one of these hospital beds before?"

"Nope."

"When will I be released?"

"In about an hour when I can get to the paperwork."

"So my head's okay. My arm will be okay. I just don't remember who I am?"

"That sums it up."

"And I'm off pain killers so I'm not going to fall asleep all the time?"

"Yup."

"Maybe you should prop a chair in front of the door."

Chapter Two: Doc Sex

"It's too bad that nurse came in," I sighed. Usually I liked to start with a
question, but I thought I'd mix it up a little.

"I know." Doctor SexGod was his usual verbose self.

"You'd think she'd get the hint with the chair propped up against the door and
all."

"And your hand on my ass when she finally wrenched open the door."

"Some people just don't read body language cues."

"I think she got the gist of what was going on."

"Do I have clothes to wear home? Or do I have to wear this hospital gown?"

"You weren't wearing much when you had the accident."

"What was I wearing?"

Doctor SexGod held up two flimsy black lace items between his long, nimble
fingers.

"That's all I was wearing?"

"You had a trench coat over top."

"Well, thank goodness for that."

"That's not what the paramedics said."

"What did they say?"

"They said it's too bad you had the trench coat over top."

"Do I know these paramedics?"

"I introduced you to them at the Hospital Christmas party a few weeks ago. I'm
pretty sure they each drunkenly propositioned you at least twice before the night
was over."

"Did you drunkenly proposition me too? At the Christmas party?"

"I was too busy having sex with you in the janitor's closet. And then again in the
back of the cab on the way home where we had sex on the kitchen floor."

"Doctor SexGod, I have a fantastic ass," I said.

"Yes, you do." Doctor SexGod was becoming more verbose. He'd said three
words. In a row. I think my ass really impressed him.

"Look, look at my ass."

"I'm looking."

I turned around and stood on my tip toes to see in the mirror of the hospital
bathroom. "You should feel it. You should feel my ass." I ran my hands up and
down my ass.

"I have. On many occasions."

"Why do you think I didn't remember my ass, but I did my boobs?"

"I'm not sure."

"Should I put the clothes you brought for me on top of this lingerie? Or just the
trench coat?"

"You should put them all on. Rumour has it there are a two paramedics loitering
down at the front desk waiting for your release papers to show up."

I put on the sweat pants, t-shirt and trench coat over the lingerie. Doctor SexGod
hadn't fallen for the whole ass-feeling trick. Maybe I'd tried that one out on him
before. Too bad. It was one of my better tricks.

"You drive a Lexus?" I was back to asking questions again.

"I do," Doctor SexGod said as he drove his Lexus.

"It's comfy, but is it environmentally friendly?"

"We've had this argument already."

"Oh. Who wins?"

"I do."

"Okay then. That was easy. Are we rich?" I laid my head back on the comfy head
rest on the comfy seat.

"We do okay."

"Doctors aren't as rich as people think," I observed.

"I know. But, I made some investments which paid off."

Doctor SexGod put his hand on my knee. His hand looked really good on my
knee. His fingers looked really long and nimble on my knee. Maybe his hand and
fingers looked good anywhere he put them. I had a pretty good idea where I'd
like him to put them next.

I put my hand on Doctor SexGod's thigh. He had a really nice thigh. I looked at
his thigh for a long time. Both of them. Back and forth between his thighs.
Between his thighs. I looked. I added his thighs to my list. I was pretty sure I
was going to add what was between his thighs to my list too.

"You're staring at my crotch," he pointed out.

"I know. I'm trying to figure out if I should add it to my list."

"It was always top of your list."

"Really? You know about the list?"

"It's quite long."

"The list, or what was always at the top of the list?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

"It's a good thing I'm patient."

He smirked and I mentally kicked myself. With my mental foot. In the head.
Which isn't easy to do. I'd forgotten to add smirking and crooked smiling to my
list. Although, I suppose those could fall under the category of things he could do
with his divine mouth. When it got right down to parts of his divine mouth, I'd
seen his lips and teeth, but hadn't seen his tongue yet so it was perhaps a bit
early to make such a sweeping judgment.

"Doc Sex?" I decided to shorten his name to the diminutive. Why not? It had
worked well for Doc Martens. "You've got something right here." I pointed to the
corner of his mouth.

Doc Sex very cooperatively licked the corner of this mouth. He falls for that one
every time. Actually, I'm not sure if he does or not, but I was pretty sure he
would.

Lovely tongue. Perfect, pouty lips. Beautiful white teeth. The ultimate mouth
trifecta. Now on my list.

"Am I patient?" I asked.

"Not so much."

"Oh. Good to know. Have I ever very patiently given you a blowjob while you
were driving your Lexus?"

"Once, but we got stopped by the police so we decided we shouldn't do it again."

"Did you get a ticket?"

"No, the officer couldn't form a complete sentence so he let it go. His eyes were
glued to your boobs."

"Sorry I fell asleep in the car."

"No problem. I understand. It's a comfy car. See why I won that argument?"

We were in the living room of our house. It was quite nice. There were couches.
There was a piano. There was a fireplace. There was a rug in front of the
fireplace. I wondered if we'd ever had sex on the rug in front of the fireplace.

There was a Christmas tree in one corner. Doc Sex reached down, flipped a
switch and turned on the multi-coloured tree lights. I watched them twinkle.
Especially the green ones.

"Did we decorate this tree?"

"Yes, we did it together and then we drank hot cider with cinnamon and sang
Christmas carols at the piano. And then we had sex on top of the piano."

I looked at the piano. It was a shiny, black baby grand. I willed the piano to tell
me all the juicy details. The piano just sat there.

Stupid shiny, black piano.

"Do I sing?" I asked.

"You sing beautifully. It's one of the things that made me fall in love with you."

"Oh. Do you sing?"

"I play the piano and we like to sing together."

"Will you play for me?"

"I'd love to play for you. This is one of your favourites." He sat down at the piano
and played a very simple, but beautiful Chopin Nocturne.

I watched his fingers on the piano keys.

"I understand why I had sex with you on top of the piano," I said after he
finished.

"After we had sex on top of the piano, we had sex on the rug in front of the
fireplace."

I looked at the rug. I knew it wasn't going to tell me anything, so I called it stupid
too, just to be fair. I was an equal opportunity decorating disparager.

"What did you get me ..." I asked. " ... for Christmas?" There were brightly
wrapped gifts under the tree.

"You'll have to wait and see," he said with his twinkly green Christmas tree light
eyes. I wasn't sure when he'd switched out his green bedroom eyes.

"What did I get you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to wait and see."

"I hope I got you something really nice."

"I'm sure you did. You always buy me great presents. You're very thoughtful."

Maybe I'd bought him some really tight pants. I hoped I'd had the good sense to
do that.

He kissed me on the cheek. My cheek tingled. I put my hand to my cheek. My
hand tingled. I started to think about him in really tight pants. I tingled all over.

Doc Sex was standing with his back to me in front of our bedroom closet,
loosening his tie. I was sitting on the bed.

"You dropped something," I said.

"Did I? Where?"

"On the floor."

"Where?"

"You have to bend over to see it. Right. No, a little to the left … no. Oh, I guess I
was mistaken."

I moved Doc Sex's ass to the top of my list.

He was undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was taking off his shirt. I added his
back to the list.

He turned around to face me. "How are you feeling? Still tired?"

I immediately moved Doc Sex's chest to the top of my list. His chest slash
stomach hair got separate, but dual billing.

"I'm a little tired."

"Do you want me to help you with a bath?"

"A sponge bath?"

"No, a regular bath. We can wrap your cast in plastic."

Doc Sex was removing his pants in slow motion in front of me. The zipper was
taking forever to slide down. Damn you zipper. A pox upon all zippers. Death to
all zippers.

The zipper slid down, but Doc Sex turned back around to face the closet.

I moved his ass back to the top of the list. Triple billing with his chest and chest
slash stomach hair.

Doc Sex was wearing gray boxer briefs. I wondered if he would fall for the whole
"you dropped something" trick again.

He put on a pair of loose-fitting, cotton pajama bottoms over his gray boxer
briefs. Damn you pajama bottoms. A pox upon all pajama bottoms. Death to all
pajama bottoms.

I was pretty sure I was going to burn his pajama bottoms the next time he went
to work.

And maybe all his boxers as well.

"Thank you for washing the gunk out of my hair," I said. I was being polite
because I was pretty sure we wouldn't have stayed married for three whole
weeks if we weren't polite to each other.

Doc Sex was kneeling beside the tub. His chest was wet. The water was dripping
down his chest to the top of his pajama pants. I was hoping he would take them
off because they were wet. I might have accidentally splashed his chest.

I was naked, but Doc Sex was behind me so he wasn't looking at my spectacular
boobs. He was rinsing the shampoo off my back. I was hoping he'd look at my
boobs so he'd want to take off his pajama pants. I might have accidentally
twisted around so he had to look at them.

"Are you ready to get out?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. I couldn't
remember if I'd added his eyebrows to the list yet or not.

"I guess."

Doc Sex gently helped me into a fluffy, white bathrobe and carefully wrapped my
head in a towel. He took the plastic off my cast.

He then very tenderly led me to the bed and towel-dried my hair. He delicately
combed through each strand of hair being careful to avoid my injuries as he faced
me. I stared at his perfect lips. I stared at his chest and the furry strip that went
down into the top of his boxers. I stared at the hair under his arms.

I added his armpits to the list. The list was getting very long. I might have to
type up the list. I debated putting all body hair together to make the list shorter.
I could remember the beginning items on the list, kind of like the Twelve Days of
Christmas song, but couldn't remember the order of the later items on the list.
Did his armpits come before or after his thighs?

Doc Sex finished combing out my wet hair and gave me a quick kiss on the head.

I might have accidentally tried to move my head so he got my lips instead of the
side of my head, but he moved too fast. He took the towel back in the bathroom.
The back of the baggy pajama pants made me move his ass down into second
spot on the list.

"Your pajama pants are wet," I said.

"I know," he said. "I'll change them." He started to take them off.

When his pajama pants were almost off, I suddenly and inexplicably had a
problem with my cast. He dropped the pajama pants on the floor and came over
to the bed in his gray boxer briefs to examine my cast. I was now almost a
hundred percent sure I'd found the item that would remain at the top of the list.

"Your briefs are wet," I said.

"I know," he said. "I'll change them."

"Can I help you with that?" I asked. I was pretty sure we wouldn't have stayed
married for three whole weeks if we didn't help each other. Besides, he had said I
was thoughtful, right?

"I'm fine," he said.

He took some dry boxer briefs and pajama bottoms into the bathroom and closed
the door. I suddenly had an irrational hate for bathroom doors. I was pretty sure
I was going to start an online petition against bathroom doors.

I removed my robe and got into the bed naked.

Doc Sex left the bathroom, went into the kitchen and came back with two
capsules and a glass of water.

"So you can get a good night's sleep," he said as he handed them to me.

I might have accidentally let the sheets and blankets fall away from my chest as I
took the pills from his hand and swallowed them with a gulp of water. I stared
into his green bedroom eyes. How did he do that? Keep switching them out like
that. I was just getting used to his twinkling ones.

"Do you want some pajamas?" he said. "I don't want you to get cold."

"I was hoping you could keep me warm," I suggested.

"I'll keep you warm, too, but you might need pajamas in case the blankets come
off in the middle of the night."

I would have preferred that his boxers and pajama pants came off in the middle
of the night.

He got a nightie out of a drawer. I didn't see the point. It was short and see
through, but he helped me put it on. I might have accidentally brushed his chest
with my hand while he was helping me. He might have accidentally brushed the
back of his hand against my boob while he was helping me.

He turned off the overhead light, turned on the lamp beside the bed, grabbed a
book off the nightstand and got under the covers. He put his arm out in invitation
and I snuggled up against his side, being careful with my cast.

"What do I call you?" I asked.

He put his book down.

"What?"

"Besides Doctor SexGod? Edward. Eddie. Ed. Teddy. Ted. The Cullenator? What
do I usually call you?"

"It depends on the circumstance."

"Oh?"

"If you're upset or serious you call me Edward. If you're happy and flirting you
call me Edster. Then there's the Edmeister, the Ed man, Edless Horseman, Big
Ed, Mr. Ed, Doctor Ed, Doctor Edper, Doctor Love ... "

"Okay, I get it. I have a lot of names for you."

"And then in the heat of passion you call me Edward-ooooh."

"Eduardo?"

"No. Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-ooooh," he
demonstrated in a breathy voice.

I clamped my thighs together.

"Ooooh," I responded cleverly.

"Kind of like you just did there only breathier and louder and with Edward in
front," he explained politely and went back to his book.

"Just those two words? Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-
oooh. But not, Oh, Edward, oh, oh, harder baby, faster, deeper, oh, you're a sex
machine! Oh, oh," I said in a loud breathy voice.

I'm pretty sure Doc Sex clamped his thighs together. He put his book down.

"Sometimes. Only not the part about the sex machine, although you should think
about throwing that in there now and then. And you yell the names of bands."

"Bands?"

"Oh, Edward, oh, oh, harder baby, faster, deeper, oh. Hootie and the
Blooooowfiiiiiiiish," he demonstrated.

"You're making that up."

"Am I?"

"We should find out."

"How would we do that?"

"We should have sex."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"There's one problem."

"What's that?"

"I don't want you to fall asleep in the middle of having sex with me," he
responded.

"I'm pretty sure I won't. Especially if I'm yelling in a breathy voice."

"Do you remember your sponge bath?"

He had a point. "No, I fell asleep."

"Too bad you missed it. I spent a lot of time on your spectacular boobs and
fantastic ass."

"Sponging?"

"Oogling."

"Oh."

He went back to his book.

"What do you call me?" I asked.

"I call you by your name. It's a unique concept, I know. But I'm creative like
that." He was still reading his book.

"Which name? Bella or Swan?"

He closed his book and put it on the nightstand. "Your full name is Isabella Marie
Swan hyphen Cullen. I call you Bella," he explained patiently.

"How about in the heat of passion?"

"Then I call you Marge."

He turned out the light and held me in his arms.

"Marge?" I asked.

"No, more like, Oh, Marge, oh, give it to me baby, oh, oh, Maaaaaaaaaaaaarge,"
he moaned.

I clamped my thighs together again.

"Who is Marge?" I asked.

"I have no idea."

"You're making that up again."

I could hear him smile in the dark.

"When you feel better and have had a little more rest, I will definitely have sex
with you." He kissed me on the top of my head again.

Damn all head kisses. A pox on all head kisses. Death to all head kisses. I wanted
perfect pouty lip kisses.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep during my sponge bath." I was pretty sure we wouldn't
have stayed married for three whole weeks if we didn't apologize to each other.

"That's okay. I understand. I still enjoyed the view. And you have gorgeous legs.
They are almost at the top of my list."

He had a list? I stayed awake for a while wondering what was on his list.

"Is it because of my eye?" I whispered, "That you don't want to have sex with
me?"

It took a minute for him to respond. "No, Bella. It's because I love you. And I
want to wait until you feel better," he whispered back. "And I don't want to
accidentally hurt you."

I was pretty sure I was falling in love with my husband.

"Why won't you kiss me? On the lips?" I whispered again.

"Because if I start, I won't be able to stop. Your lips are second on my list. Now,
go to sleep, please." He ran his hand down my arm lightly and brushed against
my boob.

I might have accidentally moved my thigh over his and kissed his cheek before I
fell quickly asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark. Something hard was pressing
into my hip. I was pretty sure it was the item that was vying for top spot on my
list.

I listened to ascertain if Doc Sex was awake. His breathing was heavy and deep.
My arm was at an awkward angle so I slithered over a bit. I moved my good hand
carefully and quietly under the covers toward the elusive item.

Doc Sex rolled over and away from me with a snore.

The item had escaped my cunning stealth. If it wanted to earn the coveted prime
spot on my list it would need to stop evading me.

I needed to formulate a plan. An evil plan. A diabolical plan.

I lay awake and concocted an evil, diabolical plan.

And then I fell back into an exhausted sleep.

Chapter Three: Sex

I woke up to whistling. And humming. Humming and whistling.

Sex came into the bedroom carrying a tray. I decided to call him just 'Sex' today.
I was being thrifty with words. I was sure that would be of some benefit to the
environment.

On the tray was a steaming cup of coffee, a glass of juice, scrambled eggs and
toast. He put the tray down on the bed beside me. Next to the food, there was an
envelope with my name on it propped up against a vase which held a single red
rose.

So much for my evil, diabolical plan. I'd been planning to serve him breakfast in
bed wearing nothing but an apron.

I wished Sex had been wearing nothing but an apron.

Sex was dressed in a blue dress shirt, striped tie and black dress pants. His hair
was damp. His eyes were green. His lips were perfect.

I'd been planning to feed him by hand, putting things on his perfect lips, beautiful
teeth and lovely tongue and admiring them all working together in action like a

finely-tuned machine. A sex machine. Then I'd been planning to have him put his
lips, teeth and tongue on me.

Sometimes plans go awry. Even evil, diabolical ones.

"Is there anything you need before I go to work?" he asked politely. Sex was very
polite, but I'd prefer that he was naked.

"Yes, I need you to get naked," I answered.

Then I moved the tray aside and went over and stood in front of him.

He looked at my nightie. He looked at what was showing through my nightie.

"I have to go to work," he answered. He was less polite and more distracted. His
eyes were more green. He had very long lashes. I was pretty sure his bedroom
eyes were back and they'd brought his long lashes with them. His bedroom eyes
were looking at my boobs. We were making progress.

I put my arms around his neck, being careful not to hit him in the head with my
cast. I wanted him to be lucid. Or maybe I didn't. Lucid wasn't getting me
anywhere. I considered hitting him over the head with my cast.

When I put my arms around his neck, my nightie rode up. He put his hands on
my ass cheeks. Both of them. Both hands. Both ass cheeks. And rubbed them up
and down. I knew he'd fall for it eventually. Now, if only I could get him to touch
my boobs.

I kissed his neck. I licked his neck. I nibbled his neck.

He did the same to mine.

But, somehow I didn't seem to have the same effect on him that he had on me.
He'd taken his hands off my ass and put them on my back. There was something
wrong.

No, wait. I was mistaken. Sometimes I'm mistaken and plans go awry. Not this
time. The plan was actually working.

I felt the item I wanted at the top of my list. I felt the item I wanted somewhere
else. The item would be good at the top of my list, but it would be better
somewhere else. Lower. I stood up on my tip toes so the item was a little lower.
Not low enough.

I needed a name for the item. I wondered what Sex called it.

"What do you call it?" I asked trying not to breathe on him. I needed to brush my
teeth. And to go to the bathroom.

"It?"

"The item that I want at the top of my list and lower than it is right now."

"My penis?"

"You don't have a name for it?"

"No, I'm a doctor. I like to call items by their anatomically correct names."

"Do I have a name for it?"

"You have many, many names for it. The Item is just one of them."

"I must spend a lot of time thinking up names for it."

"I think you spend a lot of time thinking about it, period."

"I feel much better," I whispered in his ear. "And I had a good rest. I think The
Item should be aware of that."

"The Item seems to be very aware of that," he said.

"Don't move," I instructed and dashed into the bathroom.

When I came back out, he'd moved.

He was in the kitchen. He had a jacket on. And a briefcase in one hand. The Item
was nowhere in sight.

"Don't we have sex in the mornings?" I asked.

"Usually."

"How many times a day do we usually have sex?"

"Morning. Noon. Night. Sometimes during the night. Sometimes early in the
morning. Sometimes in the afternoon. Sometimes mid morning."

"Do you come home during the day then?"

"I'll be home at lunch time to check on you. And I'll call to make sure you're
okay. Do you want me to pick up something up to eat? I want you to rest."

"No, I'll make something."

"Okay." He kissed me on the cheek. Damn cheek kisses all to hell. I wanted neck
kisses. And perfect pouty lip kisses.

"I'll see you at lunch time then," he said.

"Sex?"

"Are you asking?"

"No, I'm calling you Sex."

"I have a new name?"

"I thought it suited you."

"Hm," he muffled into my hair as he kissed my head while one hand slid down to
squeeze my ass. We were definitely making progress again.

"Is my ass at the top of your list?" I asked. He seemed to like touching it. He
should touch it more.

"Nope."

"My boobs?"

"Nope."

"What then?"

He smirked. His smirk was on my list under the heading of divine mouth. But, I
wasn't too happy with the smirk right now. I considered demoting the whole
mouth trifecta because of the smirk.

"My vajayjay?" I asked.

"Your vagina is on my list, but not first." The smirk has not disappeared. "My lips
are sealed," he added.

I once again considered hitting him over the head with my cast.

I didn't like his lips being sealed. His lips should be open and pressed against my
lips with a little tongue thrown in for good measure. His divine mouth was in
danger of being demoted to last place on the list. After his armpits. Which were
pretty damned attractive.

"Can I cook?" I asked, changing the subject and hoping to get rid of the smirk.

"You can."

"Oh, that's good then."

"It is." He gave me another squeeze on my ass. And another neck kiss.

"Will we be having sex at lunch time, Sex?" I asked.

"How's your noggin?" he asked.

"That's not the anatomically correct name for it."

"I know, but I knew if I asked you 'How's your head?" you'd ask me "How's
yours?' and you wouldn't be referring to my noggin."

"You really do know me."

"Inside and out."

"My noggin is good. Perfect. No headaches or anything."

"Your arm?"

"Awkward but not as sore."

"I'll think about sex at lunch time," he said and then disappeared out the door.

I was pretty sure I would be thinking about nothing but sex at lunch time.

I was also pretty sure I was still falling in love with my husband.

My husband was at work. Sex was at work. Luckily, for me, they were one and
the same. Unluckily for me, they were both at work.

What did I do? When Sex was at work?

I ate breakfast. I opened the letter that was propped against the rose. And after I
read the sweetly-worded letter, I thought about having sex at work. At Sex's
work. I thought about putting on sexy underwear and a trench coat and driving to
Sex's office to have sex with him. At work. In his office. Possibly in his office
chair.

The only trouble was I didn't know where his office was. And I had wrapped my
Volvo around a tree.

Stupid tree. Stupid Volvo.

I tidied up the place the best I could with one arm. I tried to brush out the
tangles from my hair which took a long time. As I did, I thought about how Sex
had combed the tangles from my hair. Which of course made me think about
having sex in his office chair. If he had an office chair. What if he didn't have an
office chair? I'd have to buy him an office chair.

Maybe that's what I'd bought him for Christmas.

I went in and looked under the tree at the gift I'd given him. Nope. Too small for
an office chair. About the right size for a pair of tight pants.

Damn, I was good.

I considered opening my gift to him to see what I'd bought him. I considered
opening his gift to me to see what he'd bought me.

I picked up the gift. I looked at the tag.

The tag said, Bella, do not open this gift until Christmas! in bold letters. He knew
me so well.

I opened the gift.

The box was empty except for a note. It said, Bella, I told you not to open this
gift until Christmas! He knew me too well.

Now I had to find the wrapping paper and rewrap the gift so he wouldn't know I'd
opened it, even though I suspected he would know I'd opened it anyway. I had
probably already opened it and re-wrapped it myself.

I was pretty sure the wrapping paper must be somewhere in Sex's underwear
drawer so that's the first place I looked. I searched through three of his drawers,
but only found underwear, socks, t-shirts, sweat pants and jeans. All very neatly
organized.

At the bottom of the fourth drawer I found a picture of the two of us. We were
smiling and happy. His arm was around me. He was looking down at me. I was
looking at the camera. I looked better without a black eye. He looked like he was
in love.

I smiled.

I came upon a piece of paper. I opened it. It was a note. It was a very sexy note
written in flowing, feminine handwriting. It was a tribute to The Item.

I went to the desk in the kitchen and wrote out the words on a piece of paper.
The writing was mine.

I smiled again.

I put the picture and the note back in the bottom of his drawer. It was his pajama
drawer. I considered burning his pajama pants, but I was still feeling all warm
and fuzzy from the picture and note he had saved so I didn't.

I might have accidentally pulled the string ties out of the waistbands of all his
pajama pants.

Then I went to his closet, because if you don't put your Christmas wrapping paper
in your underwear drawer, the next obvious place to look would be in the pockets
of your suit jackets.

I found sexy underwear in some of the pockets of his suit jackets. I hoped they
were mine.

And then I inspected my own drawers. Mine were less organized. I had lots of
sexy underwear. Three drawers full. Not as many socks. And there were notes in
my drawers. Lots of them. All from Sex. Only they were signed 'Edward'. And
some of them were about sex.

The notes were lovely. They made me cry. I read each note twice.

I was pretty sure I was half in love with my husband after reading the notes.

Some of the notes were sexier than others. They made me think about putting on
some of the sexy underwear and stealing a car so I could have sex with Sex in his
office chair.

In the bottom drawer I found two DVDs. I put the first DVD in the player and
watched the video of our wedding.

Sex was in a tux. He looked divine. He looked happy. He looked like he was in
love. And I looked better without my black eye. I looked happy. And I looked like
I was in love.

At the end of the tape, Sex explained to the camera why he loved me. I cried
again. I was pretty sure I loved him back.

I put in the other DVD and watched a video of us in our bedroom. I understood
why The Item had always been top of my list. I gave The Item its own list. With
only one entry.

Sex had some explaining to do. There was no yelling of band names in breathy
voices. Marge's name didn't come up. Other things came up. And then went
down. And then came back up again.

I understood why I was obsessed with sex with my husband.

Sex called at eleven o'clock. Something had come up at work. Hopefully it wasn't
the same thing that had come up on the second video. He said he wouldn't be
home at lunch. He apologized very sweetly and politely. He said he'd be home at
six. And he would bring food for supper to make up for missing lunch with me.

Then he asked me how I was doing and told me he loved me.

I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what I'd been working on as far as
writing went. I started up the laptop on the desk in the spare bedroom.

I wasn't sure of my password so I tried a few. What would I use as a password?
Edward said I had lots of names for him. I tried 'The Item'.

I was pretty predictable.

I looked through my research notes and articles and did some writing.
Apparently, I could still write, I just couldn't remember my husband. My mental
priorities were obviously skewed.

After a while I got bored with writing.

I Googled Sex. Actually, I Googled 'Edward Cullen' because if I Googled 'sex'
there would be too many entries about an actor named Robert Pattinson.

There were a lot of entries about Edward Cullen as well. He was not only an
upstanding citizen in the community, he had organized hospital charity drives and
spearheaded a campaign to bring medical relief to children in third world
countries.

Not everything about a person can be discovered in an underwear drawer.

I was pretty sure I was mostly in love with my husband.

When it was nearing suppertime, I tried to do something with my hair and cover
up the yellow around my eye. And I tried to figure out the best way to get my
husband into bed. Or on top of the piano. I wasn't that picky.

Sometimes plans have to be scrapped. Sometimes plans can be revisited.

I put on some sexy underwear and pair of very high heels. And then I put on an
apron. And then I heard a key in the lock of the door by the kitchen.

I came out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen just as the door was
opening.

Sex was not alone. Someone had come through the door before Sex. He was a
man. Not my husband. He'd been on the video. Not the sex video, the wedding
video. And he got a really good look at my boobs in my pushy uppy see-through
bra before I fled back into the bedroom to put on some clothes.

"Bella?"

Sex came in the bedroom and apologized sweetly and profusely. "I thought you
would be resting so I didn't want to call and disturb you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not sure I can come out of the bedroom now. Ever again." I said. "That man
saw my boobs and he's not you."

"No, but he's a doctor," Edward said. "He's seen lots of boobs. You don't need to
be self-conscious."

"He hasn't seen mine. Or he hadn't until now."

"Well, yours are in a class by themselves."

I came out of the bedroom with clothes on this time and walked into the kitchen.

The man who had seen my boobs who was not my husband and on the wedding
video smiled at me and said, "It's good to see you. How are you feeling?"

He looked like Sex. Only older. He was very handsome, but with blonde hair.

"I'm feeling a little embarrassed," I said.

"I told Edward he should call first. An old married man like me knows these
things." He winked at me. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, Edward's father. We've met before
but I guess you don't remember."

Apparently winking was hereditary. As were good genes.

He shook my hand warmly and smiled at me with his white teeth and I knew I'd
married the right man because in thirty years he was going to look like this and I
was still going to want to have sex with him. My husband. Not his father. Just to
be clear.

"Hi. Apparently I'm Bella," I said as I shook his hand.

"I know." His eyes crinkled up at the corners.

"Edward and I were reviewing your MRI at the hospital and I just stopped by to
see how you were getting along. There doesn't appear to be any problem so I'm a
little baffled by your memory loss."

"Perhaps my mind doesn't work like other people's," I suggested.

Edward smirked.

I was pretty sure I was going to have to hit him over the head with my cast. And
then take off all his clothes.

"It's unusual." Daddy Sex commented. "Are you having any headaches or pain?"
he asked.

"Nuh uh," I said. "But I think I've been hit in the head a lot. I don't know why I
know that, I just do. Perhaps that's why my mind works differently than other
people's."

"Do you remember the accident?"

"I remember being in the Volvo. And I stopped at a light and put on some lip
gloss. And then I loosened my coat a little because I was hot. And then this car
drove up beside me and he started driving erratically after that and that's all I
remember."

Sex and Daddy Sex exchanged knowing glances.

"Just like the last time." Daddy Sex said.

Sex sighed. "Bella, the male citizens of Forks can't take any more of your
cleavage. It's becoming a hazard to the whole community."

"Oh?"

"I think my idea was the best solution," Sex said to Daddy Sex.

"But even the Volvo had dark windows," Daddy Sex said to Sex.

"No, the other solution," Sex answered. "The tank."

Suddenly I was invisible. I didn't want to be invisible. "Is that your prognosis?" I
asked Sex.

Sex nodded with a serious look.

"And you?" I looked to Daddy Sex.

"That might take care of the problem. Not the memory problem, but the accident
problem." Daddy Sex concurred.

It took a combination of two doctors and umpteen years of formal medical
education to conclude that the solution to my predilection for getting into
accidents was to drive a tank? Maybe my mind wasn't the one with the problem.

Suddenly I realized that they both cared about me, and were trying to solve the
problem in man-speak with talk of cars and windows and tanks and solutions.

Suddenly I understood why I might have lost my memory.

"Perhaps we should call in a third doctor for a consult," I said soberly.

Daddy Sex and Sex looked at each other. They knew I was mocking them. I felt
bad for mockiing them for a fraction of a second because I was pretty sure I
loved both of them and they loved me back.

I tried to make amends. "I appreciate your concern, Se… Edward and Carlisle, but
you think I should drive a tank?" I asked incredulously.

Sex and Daddy Sex both nodded.

"Have we had this debate before?" I asked Sex suspiciously.

Sex looked sheepish. "Yes, we've discussed it a lot."

"Did I feel strongly against being outfitted in a tank?"

"You did."

"Who won?" I asked.

"You were driving a Volvo. With dark windows." Edward replied. "Not a tank. It
was a compromise."

"I'm glad to hear we came up with a compromise. I won't be driving a tank. I can
just cover up my boobs better when I'm driving." I had found the perfect
solution. And it wasn't going to require the equivalent of the coffers of a small
country. Or the armed vehicles of one.

The Doctors Cullen looked at each other in amazement. I was pretty sure they
were amazed at my simple solution.

They weren't.

"Bella, it's not just your boobs. Don't you get it? It's your legs and your ass ...
sorry Dad ... and your face and … You can be walking down the street and men
will fall into manholes. Ladders will fall and knock people out. You're a walking
danger zone."

I felt bad.

"Has anything ever happened to you?" I asked Sex.

"No, I seem to be immune," Sex answered.

The Doctors Cullen were both amazed when I burst into tears.

Chapter Four: X

Daddy Sex left with a sympathetic pat on my good arm. Sex was also
sympathetic, but didn't leave. He also patted my good arm. Apparently arm
patting was also hereditary. My good arm was getting sore from all the patting.

"What did I say?" Sex asked. "I'm sorry, whatever it was."

"You said you're immune to me," I said with a fresh flood of tears.

"I meant immune to the danger that follows after you."

I answered back between sniffles. "I thought you meant to me. I'm getting naked
and throwing myself at you and you don't even want to have sex with me."

He took me in his arms. There was no arm patting this time. But there was back
patting. And rubbing. Now, if only I could get him to do some ass rubbing. Except
that I'd already used that trick. I mentally thumbed through my bag of tricks.
Which is hard to do because mental thumbs are not opposable. I needed some
new tricks.

"Bella, I do want to have sex with you. I was trying to be a considerate husband
and give you a little space until you felt better. And I thought maybe we should
wait until you knew who I was."

"We didn't have a fight, did we? Before I got in the accident?"

"No, there was no fight. We try to be polite and helpful and thoughtful with each
other. We were doing a pretty good job."

Sex got me a tissue. Sex held me in his arms. Sex's stomach growled.

Sex needed to eat something so he'd have the energy to have sex with me. On
top of the piano.

"I got Chinese food. We usually have it on Friday nights so you don't have to
cook. It's one of your favourites." Sex started the conversation this time. I
considered bursting into tears more often so he would start more conversations. I
added that to my bag of tricks.

"It is?" I replied. Edward's proclivity for giving two word answers was rubbing off
on me.

Sex helped me take up the food from the white cardboard containers with
chopsticks and put it on my plate as we sat at the kitchen table.

I watched Sex put noodles into his mouth. His lips, teeth and tongue worked
together in perfect harmony. I watched his jaw as he chewed.

Had I added his jaw to the list? I frantically sorted the list alphabetically in
ascending order and looked under the Js.

Nope. I'd missed the jaw. How could I have missed the jaw? My list was in
serious jeopardy of being incomplete. I needed to rectify that.

I put his jaw at the top of my list in bold, uppercase and italics. Not the separate,
second list with The Item as the only entry, because The Item most certainly
deserved its own list, but the first list, which was so long now that I was pretty
sure I'd have to put it in a spreadsheet. So I could sort it faster when I needed to
look something up.

He looked over at the Christmas tree in the living room as he chewed.

His jaw moved. The earth moved. I was pretty sure his jaw had just spawned my
first orgasm in days. I considered yelling out 'Kings of Leeeeeeoooooon' in a
breathy voice, but clenched my thighs together instead. Maybe he hadn't been
kidding about the band thing after all. Or maybe it was just the power of
suggestion.

I added three asterisks after the word jaw at the top of the list.

"Is something missing from under the tree?" he asked.

Damn. I'd forgotten to do the re-wrapping. I was too busy snooping. I couldn't
put much past him.

"Robbers broke into our house while I was resting," I explained, trying to put
something past him.

"Huh! You'd think they would have gone for the electronics," Sex said, perplexed.

"They were robbers from the eighteenth century. They didn't know how to use
electronics," I explained in greater detail.

"Really? Time travelers then? Robber time travelers from the eighteenth century?
We don't get many of those in Forks." He shook his head in amazement as he
took another bite of noodles.

His jaw moved again. The earth moved again. I was going to have to yell out the
name of a band. I couldn't hold it in. "Bare Naked Laaaaaaadies," I said in a loud,
breathy voice.

Sex looked at me curiously with his green kitchen eyes. I liked his green bedroom
eyes better.

"The robbers were bare naked ladies?" he asked.

"Why yes, bare naked time travelling lady robbers from the eighteenth century," I
explained in too much detail.

He shook his head again. "I'll have to put a better lock on the door. You're the
only naked lady I want in the house."

His green kitchen eyes were growing on me.

He reached across the table and took my fingers in his. I looked at his long,
nimble already-on-the-list fingers and knew what I wanted to ask about next.

"What's your favourite position?" I asked, trying to distract him from the missing
gift under the tree and the too-much-detail lie to cover it up. I considered
showing him my boobs, but that trick was getting old. I needed some new tricks.

"In football or baseball?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. I checked the list
under the Es. Yup. The eyebrows were already there. I put them in bold and
underline.

"In sex."

"Well, let's see. Any position that involves the two of us together."

I couldn't eat, because he was holding the fingers of my good hand. I couldn't
hold my chopsticks in the other.

"Here, let me help," he said. He took a spring roll and held it up so I could take a
bite of it off his chopsticks. He watched my teeth tear a piece off the side.

His green kitchen eyes suddenly turned into green bedroom eyes, even though
we were still in the kitchen.

"What's my favourite position?" I asked licking my lips. I knew they were second
on his list. His eyes followed. I think I'd just found a new trick.

"It's hard to say. We've tried so many. I'm not sure if you have a favourite."

"How many?" I said as he fed me a small piece of chicken from his fingers. No
chopsticks. He was also learning new tricks.

I may have accidentally bitten his finger and then licked it a little before taking
the chicken in my mouth.

"A lot. Except the ones you can do in zero gravity."

"We should probably try those too," I said as I chewed. "Next time we're in
space."

"We probably should," he agreed amicably as he watched me chew.

I shook my head "No thanks," as he offered me more chicken. "I'm confused," I
said.

"By the chicken? Or the number of positions?" He took a bite and started to chew.

I could no longer watch him chew. A girl can only take so much. I clenched my
thighs closely together and stared at the piano.

I had a plan. Not the apron plan. A different plan. It was a good plan. It was
more diabolical than the apron plan.

"No, by how we had sex on the piano," I responded.

"Why are you confused?"

"About how we did it exactly."

"How we had sex on the piano?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was sitting on the bench and you started kissing me and then you pulled
me over to the side and hopped up on the top of the piano and then I hopped up
there too."

"I don't get it."

"Which part?"

"The hopping part."

"Me hopping or you hopping?"

"Either." I walked over to the piano and stood by the side of it. "So was I already
naked or was I dressed when I got here to the side. Because you didn't explain
that part."

"Oh. We were both dressed at the bench, but when you pulled me over to the
side of the piano by my tie, our clothes started coming off and then we were both
naked when we hopped on top."

"I'm not sure I'm getting this." I said with a deeply puzzled look on my face. I
tapped a finger on my cheek to show my puzzlement. I thought about adding a
line about being puzzled, but thought that might be a little over the top.

I wasn't sure if he was going to fall for this trick. This trick was part of the plan.
The new diabolical plan.

"So we started here, right." I straddled the piano bench. "But I wasn't naked
yet."

"Nope."

"Was my shirt undone or off or what?"

"Uh, let me see. I think by that point I'd taken off your shirt."

"Like this?" I asked as I took off my shirt.

"Yup like that." He had stopped chewing. "Your bra too," he added.

Something told me Sex had a few tricks of his own. He might even have a plan of
his own. It might even be diabolical.

"Like this?" I asked as I took my bra off and twirled it around in my fingers. I
flipped it over onto the Christmas tree.

"Yup. Like that." He put his chopsticks down.

"Was I straddling you? Like I am this bench?"

"Pretty much. Only you were leaning back a bit more. And moaning."

I leaned back a bit more and moaned. "Like that?"

He nodded.

"Was your shirt on or off?" I asked.

"It came off when you took if off."

"How would that have worked exactly, could you show me?" I asked innocently.
"I'm ... puzzled."

Sex took off his shirt, leaving his tie on, and threw it onto the couch. "Kind of like
that."

"Oh, I think I get it now," I said. "So I was completely naked, by the time I got to
here?" I walked over to the side of the piano.

"No. Uh. Yeah. Completely. And I think you were still moaning and maybe
touching yourself."

"Ooooooh," I said as I ran my good hand over my breasts for a minute.

He watched intently with his green eyes and perfect lips.

"So I took my pants off or you took them off?" I asked.

"I did."

"Like this?" I tried to peel my jeans down but had trouble with one hand. "Ouch."
I said breathily. "I may have hurt my arm just now. I might just need a doctor."

My very polite, very handsome doctor husband came to check my cast and then
helped me with my jeans. "I'm pretty sure it was faster than that," he said. "More
like this." He yanked the jeans down my legs and I stepped out of them. He
threw them across the room. They landed on the kitchen counter.

"Oh. So was I wearing a thong like this?" I asked as I turned around to show him
the back of my thong. "Or was it a different color?"

He wasn't speaking now. He yanked down my thong. I stepped out of it and he
threw it across the room. It ended up on the top of the Christmas tree.

"Was I still moaning when I pulled you by your tie?"

I pulled him closer by his tie and moaned.

"Uhhhh," he moaned back as our bodies came in contact with each other.

"I'm still a little puzzled." I tried the finger to cheek thing again. "About how I got
your pants off. And your tie."

He took my good hand and placed it on the zipper of his pants as he took off his
tie.

"Oh," I said and unzipped his pants. He took them off and kicked them across the
room with his tie.

He was wearing black boxer briefs. I knew I should have burned them. There was
no way I could get them off with one hand. I moved my hand around to his ass
and tried to pull them off that way.

He peeled them off and threw them onto the Christmas tree. It was a good thing
we hadn't turned on the lights on the Christmas tree.

He pulled my hips against his. I leaned back on the side of the piano with my
good elbow and looked up at him.

Apparently, he wasn't immune. And neither was The Item.

I needed to come up with a better name for The Item. A bigger name. A harder
name.

"Edward," I whispered as his hands slid down my hips and pulled me tighter
against him.

"Hm?" he asked. His hands were now on my ass. His eyes were on my boobs. His
lips were moving toward mine.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

Edward pressed his lips against my lips with a little tongue thrown in for good
measure. I wasn't thinking about lists. Or names. I wasn't thinking about
anything but how good it felt to have his lips on mine.

He lifted me onto the piano and then hopped up there with me. Sometimes
diabolical plans work. This one certainly had.

X was lying next to me in our bed. I decided to just call him X now, because what
we had just done on the piano, the rug and then the bed was X rated. And
probably had no effect on the environment. It did, however, have quite an effect
on my legs.

I couldn't feel anything from the waist down. The sex and the Sex were both just
that good. I could, however, feel X's legs. They were tangled up with mine.

Wait, I was mistaken. X's fingers were skimming across my knee. I could
definitely feel that. Sometimes it's good to be mistaken.

"You don't have to work tomorrow do you?" I asked. "On a Saturday?"

"No," he said as he as he ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh. "How do you
feel about a BMW?" he asked kissing and sucking on the side of my neck. "That's
better than a tank, right?"

His fingers moved up between my thighs. And then back down.

I moved his fingers back up between my thighs and he started rubbing.

"And we could get the windows tinted," he whispered as his lips moved up to my
ear, nibbling and licking.

His fingers were moving in a circular motion between my thighs. Rubbing and
pinching and teasing.

Sometimes it's very, very good to be mistaken.

"Bella?" he breathed into my ear.

His fingers stopped as he waited for my answer.

"Sure whatever, don't stop." I said as I squeezed my eyes closed.

An opposable thumb was now was rubbing between my thighs. The long, nimble
fingers were inside me.

"I think that's a good compromise," he said as his lips moved down my neck.

X had his own bag of tricks. They might even be better than mine. His plan was
more diabolical. His plan had also worked.

"What's at the top of your list?" I asked.

I kissed the hair on his chest. I kissed the hair on his stomach. I'm pretty sure I
kissed everything on the list in descending order. Not alphabetically. I didn't want
to forget anything. That's why I kept the list.

"What?" he said after a minute.

"On top?"

"Weren't you already on top?" he answered with a question. "On the piano?"

"No, your list. What's on the top?" He was wrong. I could be patient. I had also
learned from his tricks. That's why I was classified amongst creatures with
opposable thumbs.

"Your eyes," he whispered. "They were the first things I noticed about you. When
I first saw them I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."

I might have given my husband a blowjob. It wasn't accidental. It was one of my
best tricks. It was all part of the plan.

"What happened to my pajama pants?" X asked.

He was standing naked in front of his dresser drawers holding up two pair of
cotton pajama pants with stretched out waistbands and no ties.

There was a bite mark on one of his ass cheeks. I planned to give him a matching
bite mark on the other ass cheek. I just had to get him back in bed.

"It was the robbers," I explained sitting up and dropping the blankets from my
chest. "They needed the strings to weave baskets to go on the front of their get-
away bikes. So they had a place to put the gift they stole."

"They didn't use a time travel machine to get away? They rode bikes?" he said
turning to me and giving me a better view of Sir. That was my new name for The
Item. I figured it was appropriate since it kept standing up and saluting me.

I saluted back. "Yes, Sir," I said. "Their time travel machines were shaped like
bikes. With baskets. Made from pajama pant strings. I'll bet if you check with the
neighbours, you'll find they are missing their pajama pant strings as well."

X slid naked under the covers and pulled me over next to him and turned out the
light. Sir was on a reconnaissance mission and I was determined to make the
mission a success. Sometimes it takes two people working together to ensure the
successful completion of a plan.

"I would have thought they'd just wear the pajama pants so they wouldn't have
to ride their bikes naked," he whispered, nibbling my neck. "And they could have
put the gift in the pocket of the pajama pants and saved all the time of weaving
the baskets from the pajama pant strings."

"Stupid robbers," I muttered with a sigh.

Chapter Five: XXX

Momma Sex was stunning. Her hair was caramel. Her lips were cherries. Her eyes
were blueberries.

It was no wonder Daddy Sex kept devouring her with his eyes. I hoped Triple X
would still want to devour me like that in thirty years.

I had taken to calling my husband 'Triple X' because in roman numerals, the
three Xs represented the approximate number of times we'd had sex so far this
weekend. In addition, the numbers indicated the rating of the aforementioned
sex.

"We thought it best not to overwhelm you, dear," Momma Sex said warmly.
"That's why we didn't come visit you at the hospital. Too many Cullens can be a
bit much." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Esme," I said. I wouldn't have known her name, except that Triple X
had introduced us. Right after we put on some clothes. Triple X's hands had been
all over me when I'd first seen Momma Sex's caramel hair through the window of
the kitchen door. I recognized her hair from the video. Not the sex video.

I was baffled as to why we didn't have curtains over the window on the kitchen
door. Maybe the eighteenth century robbers had stolen them.

"How many Cullens are there?" I asked.

"Edward hasn't told you?" she responded with her cherry lips rounded in surprise.

Triple X had been a little busy. I had been a little busy. I had been a little busy
putting parts of Triple X in my own rounded lips.

"One step at a time," Triple X said.

"Besides the two of you, we have two other married children with spouses,"
Momma Sex explained.

"What a great family," I said. The Family Sex. They were perfect.

"I hope you're feeling better," she said as she patted my good arm. "Even with a
black eye, you're as beautiful as ever. Isn't she Edward?"

I wondered if the Cullens came with a family instruction manual that included arm
patting as the first item. They all seemed to stick to the manual. Even Triple X
stuck to the manual. However, Triple X had clearly also consulted another
manual—a sex manual. I take that back. Triple X wrote that manual.

"More beautiful than any woman has a right to be," Triple X agreed very politely.

Momma Sex was being polite. Very polite. Daddy Sex was also being polite.

Momma and Daddy Sex had just seen the backside of their not-so-little boy
guiding his love boat into my love canal as I sat on top of the kitchen counter
with my legs wrapped around his waist moaning, "Ooooooh Captain! My Captain!"

Momma and Daddy Sex would make very good poker players. Momma and Daddy
Sex would probably never view a Walt Whitman poem again in the same way.
Momma and Daddy Sex would probably never eat anything off our kitchen
counters.

The Item subsequently known as Sir had taken on a variety of new names which
fit a whole naval military theme. Sir especially liked the name 'Captain Cock' and
frequently saluted when he heard me say it. Sometimes he liked me to call him
'Captain', for short. Even though he was not at all short himself. Just to be clear.
He did have his own list, after all.

The Captain had done a lot of saluting this weekend. The Captain had led a lot
reconnaissance missions. They had all been successful.

Momma and Daddy Sex probably hadn't seen the Captain since he was just a
Private. He'd grown since then. A lot.

On Saturday, I wondered out loud if Triple X minded that I didn't call him by his
real name. He reminded me that he had heard his real name on a regular basis
about thirty times on the weekend. "Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh.
Edward-ooooh!" he said to remind me.

Usually on the end of the Edward chant, I tried to mix it up a little. Triple X had
suggestions. I seemed to be quite susceptible to his power of suggestion. To yell
the names of Presidents of the United States who had beards in a breathy voice
had been his latest suggestion.

"Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-ooooh!
Aaaaabraaaaahaaam Lincoooooooln!" had been my latest chant.

Given our ability to mix it up a little, I was pretty sure we'd still be devouring
each other in thirty years.

Daddy Sex had once again gotten an eyeful of my boobs through the kitchen
window without curtains. It was a good thing he was a doctor. And had seen a lot
of boobs. I was pretty sure Daddy Sex could pick my boobs out of a line up by
now. Daddy Sex had probably named my boobs by now.

Momma Sex had now also seen my boobs. I considered just introducing them to
the whole family. Possibly by putting a photo of them in the Cullen family
instruction manual.

Momma and Daddy Sex were lucky they hadn't peeked through the un-curtained
window on the kitchen door on Saturday night when the Captain had entered my
airlock while I was down on my elbows and knees in the middle of the kitchen
floor. In all fairness, the Captain had asked for my permission to come aboard
first.

"We do brunch with the whole family every Sunday," Esme said. "Edward didn't
mention it?"

Triple X's divine mouth had been a little too busy all weekend to do much talking.
I'd made sure of that. Monday was approaching and he'd have to go back to
work. I had to make the most of our time together by engaging in intensive
military training.

Momma Sex looked at the Christmas tree, still decorated with underwear.

"That's a novel idea." She said politely. "Very colourful. Isn't it Carlisle?"

Daddy Sex said, "Indubitably, Esme. We should put our underthings on the
Christmas tree every year." And then he winked.

The Cullens were indeed very polite people. Very attractive people. Very polite,
attractive people who knew how to be very polite and attractive in the most
awkward situations. And they knew how to wink. It was probably in the manual.

We followed Momma and Daddy Sex in our own car to the restaurant where I met
the rest of the Cullens. They were all polite and attractive. They had obviously
read the manual.

Rosalie Cullen, who was married to Triple X's brother, Emmett Cullen, was more
than attractive, she was ultra attractive. And less polite. Alice Whitlock, who was
Triple X's sister, was married to Jasper Whitlock, was more than polite. She gave

me a hug and told me she'd missed me and that she was my best friend. Jasper
Whitlock was also attractive and polite, but with a Southern accent.

At the restaurant, Daddy Sex brushed his hand over Momma Sex's ass. Emmett
Cullen pinched Rosalie's ass and Jasper Whitlock had his hand on Alice's boob.
Triple X had his hand up the skirt of my dress under the table and was tickling
my inner thigh.

I understood why I was such a good fit for the Family Sex I'd married into. So
why hadn't I been given a copy of the manual?

As much as I was enjoying brunch with the Cullens—and I was—I was more
anxious for Triple X's fingers to continue what they had started.

His fingers were still on my list. My list now had a table of contents and an
appendix, but I was pretty sure it was complete. I had made a thorough
inspection of all of his body parts and deemed them all list-worthy.

When Triple X and I were driving home in the Lexus, I had my hand wrapped
around his heat seeking missile, preparing it for launch. Being the responsible
upstanding citizen that he is, Triple X guided the Lexus over to the side of the
road and helped me carefully into the back. I laid on the seat with my knees
slung over his shoulders and guided his missile home where we mutually
detonated a highly charged explosion.

My sexy underwear may have ended up in the pocket of his jacket.

The Lexus was indeed comfy, especially the back seat. At the moment of impact I
could have cared less if the Lexus was environmentally friendly or not.

And that's when I met my father, Charlie, the Forks police chief.

He had recognized the Lexus and waited until it had stopped rocking and shaking.
Then he politely knocked on the window.

I recognized his mustache from the video. Not the sex video. His mustache
twitched as he smiled beneath it.

"How are you Bells?" he asked. "Edward?"

Triple X was polite even though his shirt buttons were still undone. Luckily, my
boobs were covered. Unluckily, I'd decided to try on some red cherry lipstick a la
Momma Sex and it was all over Triple X's face and neck. It was all over the
Captain too, but luckily, Triple X had had time to zip up his pants.

Triple X introduced us.

"It's nice to meet you," I said, even though I was pretty sure we had met before.
And that he had probably changed my diapers and seen my lady bits when they
were still baby bits.

"I wanted to come visit you, but we thought it better to give you a little time,"
said Charlie as he leaned down and spoke through the window. "But Edward has
been keeping me up to date on your progress. I'm glad you're doing so well."

"Thank you," I said politely. I considered winking or arm patting but wasn't sure
which was appropriate in this situation. I needed a damn manual.

"When you're feeling a bit better, stop by the house and I'll take you through
some family photos. Maybe that will spark your memory," he suggested.

It was a good suggestion. Triple X nodded. I nodded. Even Charlie's mustache
nodded.

"Well, drive safely, now," he said as he patted the top of the Lexus. "And thanks
for pulling over your vehicle in a safe manner." He winked. "Take good care of my
little girl, Edward."

Then he patted my good arm. Arm pat. Check. Wink. Check. Polite and attractive.
Check and check. He definitely had the manual. He must have been given a copy
at the wedding.

"I will do that," Triple X answered as he squeezed my knee. Was the knee
squeeze in the manual?

"Triple X, when did you fall in love with me?" I asked.

"I thought I was Sex."

"You are sex on roman numeral steroids."

"Oh. So I'm SeXXX?"

"You certainly are."

He put his hand over mine on the kitchen table and smiled at me.

"Well ..." he said. I averted my eyes from his jaw as he took a bite, chewed and
then swallowed. My thighs automatically clamped together. "... I probably fell in
love with you the first time I saw you, but it really took root when you put your
hand on my ass," he answered. "In my office. While I was removing your cast."

"Which cast? The hand or the foot?"

"The hand."

"When I hit my boyfriend, Jacob?"

Edward raised his eyebrows. I knew they were already on the list, but they were
definitely noteworthy. I considered giving them a name. I decided to call them
'The Twins'.

"You remember that?"

"Yes, he tried to touch my boob."

"So you hit him? What about the foot? Do you remember that?"

"James. My karate instructor. He tried to touch my ass."

"You remember that too?" The Twins were surprised.

"I kicked him in the head."

"You're very flexible. I admire that about you."

"You admired that about me a lot last night."

"I certainly did."

"When did I fall in love with you?'

"I'm not sure, but I think it was about the same time. We had an instant
connection. Kind of like we do now." He smiled at me. Not his crooked smile nor
his smirk, but his real smile. And I'm pretty sure I felt the connection.

"I just needed to ditch the boyfriend," I said.

"I think the punch to the head accomplished that."

"When did you propose?"

"I think the first time was in the back of the Lexus," he said. You looked beautiful
with your hair splayed out over the back seat and your feet up in the air ..." He
winked. Edward had read the manual. Why did everyone have a manual but me?
" ... and I knew you were the woman for me. It's also one of the few times we've
had sex in the back of the Lexus when you weren't in a cast."

"You said 'the first time'?"

"Well, the second time was a little more formal. With a ring."

"Did we pick out the ring together?"

"We did. And then we had sex."

Somehow that didn't surprise me.

I looked down at my finger. I didn't have a ring.

"Where's my ring?"

Triple X had learned from my tricks. He also had opposable thumbs. Triple X tried
to put something past me.

"Nuclear meltdown," he explained.

"My ring was in a nuclear meltdown?" I asked, perplexed. "We don't have many
of those in Forks."

"It was a nuclear meltdown below the surface of the earth. In the inner core. It's
very hot," he explained in greater detail.

"Huh! Imagine that. How did my ring get down to the inner core of the earth?"

"There was a shaft," he explained. "In the earth's crust. Your ring fell down
there."

"That's a little unusual don't you think?"

"Very unusual. The odds are very low," he said with a look of puzzlement on his
face. Even The Twins were puzzled.

"Hm," I said. "I hope your golf clubs don't fall down the shame shaft."

"I hope they don't either," he answered. "Then we wouldn't have an excuse to
have sex on the golf course."

He had not only gotten me to agree to a BMW, but now he had made sure I
wouldn't do anything to his golf clubs. He had some good tricks.

"How long do I have to wear this cast? I'm anxious to brush up on my golf
game."

"It shouldn't be too much longer. Your arm seems to be healing nicely. Your
stitches will be coming out soon. You'll be back to normal in no time."

"What about my memory? What if it never comes back?"

"Well, then, you keep asking me questions. And I keep answering them. And we
keep building new memories," he said patiently. His green eyes were as warm as
his smile. I liked his warm green eyes. Almost as much as his bedroom eyes.

"We made a lot of memories this weekend."

"Some of our best," he agreed.

"Do you think there's such a thing as too much sex?" I asked.

"Don't be silly, Bella," he answered. "We're still on our honeymoon. I'm pretty
sure that's normal."

"You think over thirty times on a weekend is normal?" I asked. "Medically
speaking."

"Perhaps a little above the average," he said in his doctor voice. His doctor voice
made me want to play doctor.

"Are you tired of my questions?"

"No, I don't mind reliving the memories."

"Do you think I'm obsessed with sex?"

"How many men do you want to have sex with?"

"Just the one I'm having sex with."

"Then, no. Medically speaking."

"Another question?"

He nodded.

"Why don't you ask me questions?" I asked.

"Hm. Probably because I already know most of the answers."

"Okay. What are the odds that you're going to be putting your shaft in my hot
inner core tonight?"

"The odds are very, very high on that one."

"One more question. Is there anywhere in this house where we haven't had sex
yet?"

Triple X, stroked his jaw with his long, nimble fingers and I almost had to shout
the name of a President with a beard.

"Perhaps the attic," he thought as he stroked his jaw some more. He watched me
watching him stroking.

I decided it was time he used those fingers to stroke elsewhere. He was way
ahead of me.

"Come here," he said softly in his velvet voice. "Let's make some more
memories."

I pushed back my chair and came over and straddled him in his chair. His lips
pressed against mine and then moved down my neck. His hand pushed my wrap
around dress out of the way and then removed my bra.

His long, nimble fingers stroked my nipples as his lips nibbled my neck. He
rubbed his jaw against mine.

"Are you sure about the tank?" he whispered in my ear. "The Captain really likes
tanks."

Triple X was up to something. He hadn't used the anatomically correct name. He
had used his jaw. He definitely had a plan.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as his fingers, lips and jaw worked their magic. "No
tank."

I undid his dress shirt. I unzipped his pants and found the Captain at full
attention. Triple X still had my underwear in his pocket from our military
manoeuvres in the car. Unfortunately, the Captain was trapped in the web of
some black boxer briefs. Damn all boxer briefs. A pox on all boxer briefs. Death
to all boxer briefs. I made a quick plan. A diabolical plan. To be executed after I
had sex with my husband.

Triple X kissed me with his perfect pouty lips and his lovely tongue did a little
reconnaissance of its own inside my mouth and on my breasts. He kicked off his
pants and boxer briefs and then placed me right over the Captain.

"No tank," he whispered as his opposable thumb started rubbing. "How about
armour plating instead?"

"Please," I said. "Edward." My knees were shaking.

"Hmm?" he murmured in my ear as his long nimble fingers and jaw returned to
their mission and he lowered me onto his weapon of mass seduction and
continued his rubbing. "Armour?"

The Captain formerly known as The Item, currently being referred to as the
weapon, still had his own list. I added a pirate graphic and a patch over one of
the Captain's eyes. It only seemed appropriate. It was military strategy at its
best—a coup. He had a man inside. I raised my white flag.

"Yes. Oh Yes, yes. Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-ooooh!
Ulysess S. Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!"

Triple X had been helping me bathe each night and wash my hair, wrapping my
cast in plastic to keep it dry. It was one of the best times of my day. It was one
of the things that had made me fall in love with him.

Triple X didn't ever get in the bath with me. No matter what tricks or plans I
tried, it was always the same.

"Triple X, why don't you get in the bath with me," I asked.

"I will after your cast is off," he answered.

"But can't you do this for me and then get in the bath with me after?"

"I want this to just be about taking care of you. It's one of the ways I can show
you that I love you."

"Have you always washed my hair at night?"

"We usually wash each other's."

"Oh. Why do you want me to have armour plating on my car?"

He didn't smirk, which was good because my cast was very close to his noggin.

"Bella, when they brought you in after the accident, it almost killed me. I don't
ever want to see you hurt again."

I may have accidentally splashed my face so he didn't see the tears in my eyes.

"What did you think when I couldn't remember you?"

"I thought you might not be in love with me anymore. And that almost killed me
too. But then you started talking about my ass and I knew you were on the right
track."

I watched his ass walk out of the bathroom. It came back in a few minutes later.

"Where did you go? What were you doing?"

Now he smirked, but I was still feeling all warm and fuzzy from his previous
comments so I didn't hit him with my cast.

"It's a surprise," he said. "I have a plan."

"It is ... diabolical?" I asked.

"It is."

"What is the plan?" I asked.

"I plan to make sure we stay married for a very, very long time." It sounded like
a good plan.

"Does the plan involve sex?" I asked.

"Lots of it."

I liked this plan already.

"In the attic? On the piano? On kitchen counter?" I wondered.

"I thought we'd try something a little different and have sex on the bed."

When he carried me back into the bedroom there were rose petals on the bed.
And champagne on the night table.

I might have given my husband another blowjob. He liked that trick. He said it
was one of my best tricks. He might have yelled out the name of a band.

"What happened to my boxer briefs?" Edward asked.

I decided to start calling my husband Edward. I thought I'd mix it up a little.

He was standing naked in front of his dresser drawers holding up two pair of
boxer briefs that had large holes cut out of the crotches. His hair was wet, his
eyes were green, his lips were perfect.

I might have accidentally cut the crotches out of his boxer briefs while he was in
the shower so he'd have to go commando. It was much easier that way, given
my cast.

There were two bite marks on each of his ass cheeks. I planned to add to them.

"Moths," I explained sitting up in bed.

"Moths?" he queried quizzically.

He put his hand through the rather large hole in the crotch of one pair of briefs.

"Those would have to be some rather large moths," he said, perplexed.

"They were genetically engineered super moths," I explained.

"Really? Genetically engineered? Funny how they only attacked the crotch of my
boxers and nothing else in the house."

"They were female genetically engineered super crotch moths," I explained in
further detail. "They are only attracted to your male crotch scent."

"Male crotch scent-seeking female genetically engineered super crotch moths?
We don't get many of those in Forks." He shook his head in amazement. "How do
you think they got in the house?"

"The vortex in the attic." I explained in too much detail.

He shook his head again. "I'll have to make sure to board up the attic after we
have sex there. The only female of any species I want to near my crotch is you."

And this is why I was in love with my husband.

Edward got dressed for work without his boxer briefs. He was going commando.
His weren't the only plans that worked.

"You'd think the moths would eventually run out of food. I mean, if they are that
large there has to be a limited number of boxer briefs crotches per household.
They'd be better off attacking a factory that manufacturers boxer briefs," he said
and then kissed me goodbye.

"Stupid moths," I muttered against his perfect lips.

Chapter Six: Sexward

I was watching the wedding video again in the living room when my cell phone
rang. I looked to see who it was. The display said, "The Man with the Golden
Gun". I knew it must be my husband.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

"Watching our wedding video."

"You watch that a lot."

"I was hoping it would help me remember. Now that I can match people's names
to the faces."

"And?"

"Nothing."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Me too. It's not so much them I want to remember as you. And everything
leading up to our marriage."

"I can tell you more about that if you want." His velvet voice was so smooth. I
shivered. It was golden. Along with his gun.

"That would be nice."

"I was wondering if you could stop by my office at lunch time," Edward said.

"For sex?" I moved the cell phone to my other hand so my cast wasn't in the
way. Stupid cast.

"For lunch."

"But not for sex?"

"Well, it might be nice if you could you could yell out my real name again. Just so
I don't forget it. And possibly the name of an animated cartoon character," he
suggested.

I was always open to his suggestions. This was a good suggestion. A host of
animated characters flitted through my mind. Singing. In high squeaky voices.

"Hm. That could be interesting." I was referring to the animated characters. Not
the sex. That would be amazing. It always was.

"I have a new office chair. You sent it to me right before your accident."

Somehow I wasn't surprised at that. Damn, I was good.

"So that's why I was coming to your office to have sex with you? To try out your
new office chair?"

"Yes. I haven't used it yet. It looks very comfy."

I thought about the back of his Lexus. I liked to be in comfy places when I had
sex with my husband. But sometimes I liked to be in not so comfy places too,
just to mix it up a little. Like in the bottom of the closet. Under the kitchen table.
On top of the back deck railing. In the garage on top of the Lexus. Atop the
fireplace. You get the picture.

"Wasn't your old office chair comfy?" I asked.

"It was, but it had arms."

Arms would definitely get in the way of comfy sex with my husband. In his office
chair. At his office. My mind was already there.

"Huh. I wonder why that would make a difference." I tried to sound puzzled. I
even made my eyebrows look puzzled. But he couldn't see that over the phone.

"Maybe while you're here we could find out. And take the chair out for her maiden
voyage."

Edward was with me on the whole naval military thing. I'm pretty sure he
secretly loved the whole Captain thing. Edward did like to take charge. I secretly
loved it when Edward took charge.

"You, me and CC?" I asked.

"CC?"

"Captain Cock."

"Well, wherever I go, he goes. We're a package deal."

"And a very nice package it is."

As far as packages went, it was pretty much a six out of six. I considered holding
up score card with perfect combined scores for both artistic performance and
technical prowess.

"Isn't CC the roman numeral for two hundred?" he asked.

"I thought we should aim high on the sex this week. Since I'm feeling better."

"Two hundred is a lot of roman numerals. I'm not sure that's possible. Even on
roman numeral steroids. Medically speaking. Where would we find the time?"

"Maybe you should quit your job."

"And do what for a living?"

"Be a full time pirate."

"And look for treasure?" he asked.

We were definitely on the same wavelength. I added a mustache and beaded
braids to the pirate graphic on The Item's own list to look like Captain Jack
Sparrow.

"Booty." I answered.

"There's only one booty I want, and it's yours. You just need to bring it to my
office. At lunch time."

And this is why I was head over heels in love with my husband.

"Will you let me walk your plank?" I asked. "If I come to your office?"

"The odds of that are ... Well, it's a sure bet."

"Shall I bring my scabbard and parrot?"

"Do you have a scabbard and parrot?"

"Doesn't everyone have a scabbard and parrot?"

"Bring whatever you'd like. I'll send a taxi by to pick you up, unless you'd like me
to buy you a tank. We could upgrade from the armour plated BMW," he
suggested hopefully.

"No tank, Edward." I was still resisting this suggestion. It was pretty much the
only one of his suggestions that I wasn't willing to follow.

"You called me Edward." He sounded surprised. I'll bet The Twins were surprised
too.

"Uh huh. Isn't that your name?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with sex."

"It has everything to do with sex. The name Edward Cullen is synonymous with
sex."

"Hm. Still, I think I might kind of miss the sex names if you just call me Edward,
apart from in the heat of passion, of course."

"Well, maybe we can find a compromise."

I decided to call my husband Sexward. And sometimes Edward. I thought it was a
good compromise.

"Compromise is good. Being in a compromising position is better. Just knock on
the back door at lunch time. I'll be waiting," he said.

I finished watching the wedding video. They were all there—the Cullen Family Sex
and Charlie. They were all so happy. Edward and I were happy. I just wished I
could remember it.

Then I watched the sex video again. Now that I was better acquainted with my
husband I was even more amazed at the video. He had talents he hadn't even
shown me yet. Positions we hadn't tried. He was holding out on me.

I looked through my sexy underwear drawers. I had lots of those, but I wanted
something different. Something special.

I went to my closet and looked through my clothes. At the end of the row of
hanging clothes, I found a white zippered bag. It was my white wedding dress.
That might work for another time, when I was role-playing as a virgin, but I
needed something pirate-like. Something pirate wench-like.

I went up to the attic. I expected it to be attic-like. It wasn't. It was quite nice.
There were boxes. And couches. I spent some time straightening up the attic. So
we could have sex there.

I found pictures from my childhood and all through my school years. There were
pictures of Charlie. And pictures of a woman who I assumed was my mother.

And then I found the pictures of Edward. As a baby. Naked. With a tiny little
Captain. He was so cute. The Captain was so cute. The Captain was no longer
cute. The Captain was all grown up and demanded respect. I intended to give it
to him. Repeatedly.

And then I found a box of costumes.

Some were Edward's. Some were mine. Naughty nurse ... Jeanie in a bottle ...
Sexy French maid. ... Cowgirl ... Princess Leia. Those were my costumes. Not
Edward's. Just to be clear. But not quite what I was looking for.

Finally I found it—a pirate wench costume. Or half of one anyway. Okay, maybe
not half. There were thigh-high boots. And a hat. And a wide black belt with a
scabbard.

I took them downstairs and put them on. And nothing else. And then I put on my
trench coat.

The taxi driver had the heat turned up too high. It was hot.

I adjusted the weapon at my waist concealed under my trench coat. I'd much
rather be adjusting the weapon below Sexward's waist.

I might have opened my trench coat a little. Just to cool off. As I thought about
Sexward's concealed weapon.

The taxi driver might have been looking at me in the rear view mirror.

The two paramedics dropped me off at my husband's office. I was fine. They
seemed to know where I was headed as soon as they saw the trench coat.

Then they drove the taxi driver to the hospital. He had a long gash over his eye.
He would make it.

The taxi was wrapped around a tree. It wouldn't make it.

I knocked at the back door and Sexward opened it immediately and led me into
his office, locking the door to the hall as he showed me the new chair.

It was black. I liked black. It was the color of most of Sexward's boxer briefs. It
was the color of the patch over a pirate's eye. Some pirates can do an awful lot
with one eye.

Sexward was wearing boxer briefs under his dress pants. It was the first place I
looked. Sometimes a girl has to look. It was pretty much always the first place I
looked when I saw Sexward.

"You're wearing boxer briefs. I thought you were going commando," I
commented. Something was afoot. It was out of my hands. And the something
was as big as a foot. And should be in my hands.

"Don't worry, I'll take them off before I come home. So we can get right to work
on the two hundred roman numerals."

He was cleverer than I thought. He was a worthy opponent. Plus, he had a big
weapon.

"Where did you get them?"

"Well, you don't remember this, but a band of roving underwear gypsies with
butterflies tattooed on their asses burned my last ones. This was before the

genetically engineered moths ate holes in the crotches of my new ones, so I keep
a few extra pair in my car. Just in case of some kind of natural or unnatural
disaster. Forks seems to be a Mecca for abnormal activity when it comes to my
underwear."

"Puzzling." I shook my head with a deeply puzzled look on my face. I tapped a
finger on my cheek to show my puzzlement.

Roving underwear gypsies with butterfly tattoes? Damn, I was good.

I could still work with this. Even though Sexward wasn't going commando. A girl
needs to be flexible. Especially when she's having sex with Edward Cullen.

I helped Sexward let the Captain out of the brig. He was happy to be set free. He
looked at me with his one eye. He might have winked at me. Even the damn
Captain had a manual?

"Ahoy there, Captain!" I said as I dropped my trench coat to the floor. And my
knees to the floor.

I thought it was nice that the Captain saluted me. He even patted my good arm. I
thanked the Captain profusely with my lips.

And then SexWard pulled me up and onto the chair. "C'mere my buxom beauty.
You may not have brought your parrot, but you brought your spectacular
doubloons."

He put his hands and mouth all over my doubloons. Sexward really likes my
doubloons. I was surprised they weren't at the top of his list.

We christened the chair. I didn't use my weapon. But I was very flexible.
SexWard used his weapon. Sexward was well versed in the use of a weapon.

Sexward might have whispered, "Thar she blows!" as I was yelling, "Oh, Edward,
oh, oh, harder baby, faster, deeper, oh. Iaaaaggggoooooo!"

I had decided on an animated cartoon character. I thought it made up for not
actually having a parrot.

True to his word, Sexward was going commando and standing just inside our
kitchen door. I looked at the uncovered window on the kitchen door. I looked at
the Captain peeking out with his one eye from Sexward's unzipped pants. The
Captain, now being referred to as the weapon, was cocked and loaded. And
aiming right at me.

I kicked off my panties as Sexward hoisted me up and impaled me with his
weapon against the kitchen door.

It was a good plan. Anyone looking through the window would only see my head
bobbing up and down and not my boobs. Although the bobbing made me feel like
some kind of animated character. Up and down. Bobbing. Bouncing and bobbing.
Bouncing. Up and down. Bouncing harder and faster.

Sexward might have whispered, "Fire in the hole!" as I was yelling, "Oh, Edward,
oh, baby, oh Captain, oh, oh, oh, Tiiiiiiigggggggerrrrrrr!"

Sexward safely discharged his weapon in a confined space. The detonation was
instant and resounding. No animals were harmed in the blast. Especially not
Tigger. He was merely an animated character.

"Sexward, my wedding dress. It's missing." I was puzzled. It had been there this
morning. I was truly puzzled this time. I didn't even put a finger to my cheek.

I looked in the closet again.

"From?"

"My closet."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it was here this morning."

"Sexward? Is that my new name?" He changed the subject.

"Yes, it's a good compromise don't you think?"

"It's a good compromise. A little sex, a little Edward. I think it's a keeper."
Sexward was taking off his shirt. I had to look at his chest. I considered naming
it. Something furry and soft. Maybe the name of an animated character.

"Hm," I sighed as he unzipped his pants.

"You dropped something," he said.

"Did I? Where?"

"On the floor. You'll have to turn around to see it."

"Where?"

"You have to bend over to see it. Right. No, a little to the left … no."

"Maybe it's my wedding ring," I said as I bent over.

"Oh, I guess I was mistaken."

Damn, he was good. He was using my own tricks against me. He was definitely a
worthy opponent. I needed a weapon. I decided to use my ass as a weapon.

"The wedding dress?" I asked bending over again and turning so he could see my
fantastic ass. "How did it disappear from my closet?"

My plan worked. Edward came over to the closet. Now I needed to get him to
open his mouth.

"The vortex. In the attic. It leads to an alternate universe where there is an
Edward and Bella who don't have sex. They need the wedding dress so they can
get married," he explained as his hands snaked around my waist.

"They don't have sex?" I said standing back up. "Is there something wrong with
Edward's weapon? Is it defective?"

"He's dead from the waist down."

I turned around and ran my hands down Sexward's soft fur. Like a lion. I
considered naming it 'Simba'.

"But not from the waist up?"

"He's dead there too."

"So this Bella is marrying a dead man? No wonder they don't have sex."

I was confused. Maybe that was part of the plan. Stupid alternate universe.

"They're going to have sex after they're married," he explained.

"And then he'll come to life?"

"Well, dead men tell no tales, but I happen to know that he will come to life on
their honeymoon and then after he'll make her just like him."

"She'll be dead too? He'll kill her with sex?" Maybe this universe wasn't so
different from ours after all.

"Do you want to have sex? Right now? In the closet?" he asked.

"Are you going to kill me? With sex? Like alternate universe Edward?"

"No. I very much plan to bring you to life." He turned me back around.

Wait a minute. Sexward was up to something. He had a plan. Oh, right! My
wedding dress. He had distracted me with talk of dead men having sex. His plan
was evil. But fascinating.

It was hard to think with his hands moving up my stomach toward my boobs.
That was probably part of his plan.

"Is there something you want to tell me first?" I asked as he squeezed my boobs.

"You have spectacular doubloons and a fantastic ass."

"Something else?"

"You smell good." His perfect lips were at my neck. His mouth was open. He was
sucking on the back of my neck.

There was something I wanted him to tell me. I had wanted him to open his
mouth. Now, what was it?

Edward tried a new trick.

"You know how much I love you right?" he whispered against my ear.

He put one hand on the front of my hip. He was up to something big. And it was
pressing into my ass. It was a good thing we had a big closet. So there was
room.

"I'll help you look for your wedding dress in the closet. But we need to get down
on our hands and knees."

We did.

Edward was searching right behind me.

The captain started searching. The captain found what he was searching for.

I completely forgot what I had been searching for.

Edward was shampooing my hair as I leaned my head back in the tub.

Sometimes my plans don't go awry. This one hadn't. He was naked. He didn't
have any boxers or pajama pants.

"Bella," he said as he trailed his finger through the suds running down my back.

"Hm?" I answered.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"When I have sex with you, I feel very close to you," he said, resting his orgasmic
jaw on his palm as his elbow leaned on the side of the tub.

"You are very close to me. Very, very close. You couldn't get much closer."

"I'm glad I married you."

"I'm glad you did too," I figured it was time I asked a question. I hadn't asked
one in a while. "Why is the bathroom a sex-free zone?"

"Because the rest of the house isn't. We have to have a place to just talk and get
to know each other."

"I like talking with you in the bathroom," I said. I'd like having sex with him in
the bathroom too. If it weren't sex-free.

"Me too. It's very relaxed."

"Mmm," I said as I relaxed against his hand.

"I like having sex with you," he said.

"I can tell."

"I like bathing you and taking care of you."

"I like that too."

"I just wanted you to know."

"Thank you, Edward."

"You called me Edward again. I thought I was Sexward."

"Well, the bathroom is a sex-free zone."

He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.

"Edward?" I asked. I thought I'd throw in another question.

"Yes."

"Have we talked about kids? Money? All that important stuff after sex?"

"Yup."

"And?"

"We're a go on kids. We have a budget that we both put together. And we've
talked about sex. A lot. But we've done it even more."

Somehow that didn't surprise me.

"The kids thing? What did we decide? Just so I know."

"In a few years. We thought three."

"What do we like to do together?"

"We like to play board games and then have sex. Play music and then have sex.
Go to movies and then come home and have sex. Sports mixed with sex. Cooking
before, during and after sex."

Somehow I wasn't surprised. Somehow I knew he wasn't exaggerating.

"Edward, what was your favourite date that we went on?"

"Hm. Probably when I took you to the planetarium and we looked at the stars."

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"And then ...? Sex?"

"We stayed up all night just talking and looking up at the stars outside."

I might have cried a little at that.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Uh huh."

"This alternate universe Edward, do you think he loves his Bella too?"

"Every Edward loves his Bella. In every alternate universe."

I tried to bring up my wedding dress again but I got distracted by what Sexward
was showing me. He was not dead from the waist down. He was definitely alive.
The Captain was standing at attention. But he was looking more like Long John
Silver than Jack Sparrow.

"All hands on deck," I said as I reached for his weapon.

Sexward had other ideas. He pushed me back onto the bed.

"Bella," Sexward said from between my legs.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as his tongue worked its magic.

"How about a Humvee?" he said as he came up for air, "Instead of a BMW?"

"Please, don't stop," I said grabbing his sex hair and pulling.

His magic wand-of-a-tongue continued its magic.

"Bella?" he asked as he brought his big magic wand up to replace his little one.
"Humvee?"

His big magic wand was making a lot of magic. There were sparks. And fireworks.

"Yes. Oh Yes, yes. Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-ooooh!
Simmbbbaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Sexward and his magic wand made me forget about my wedding dress. Just like
that. Poof! Magic.

Chapter Seven: Lord Invader

Darth Vader's evil—yet somehow unrelated—twin, Darth Invader, was chasing me
around the attic in his black robe and helmet. His lightsaber was unsheathed and
bobbing up and down through the bottom front of his robe as he ran. I jumped
from the couch to the top of some rubber storage containers and quivered.

"No, Lord Invader," I said, "Please no. Don't capture me and make me your love
slave."

"There is no escape, Princess Gonna-Get-Leiad. I am not your father, but I will be
your master," he said in a deep, gravelly voice.

Darth Invader caught me and tore off my Princess Gonna-Get-Leiad costume.
Which was not difficult to do since it was held together with Velcro. And I wasn't
resisting.

"Help me, Wobi Gan. Help me. You are my only hope," I cried as Darth threw me
naked over his shoulder.

"Wobi Gan can't help you now," Darth said evilly as he pushed me down to the
couch, breathing in a heavy, raspy voice and putting a bare knee between my
legs. "There is no escape from my emphysema."

Darth whipped off his helmet so I could see his green attic eyes. Then he moved
his robe aside so I could better see his lightsaber pointing right at me.

"Oh Darth! Your lightsaber." I wrapped my hand around it admiringly. I might
have licked it a little.

"You will know the power of the Dark Side. I will use the weapon of a Jedi
Knight."

"Oh, Darth, oh, baby. Yes, use your weapon."

"I must calculate the angle of trajectory. I will use the force."

Darth put his hands on my knees and opened my legs. He used some force.

"Oh, yes, please use some force. And a good angle," I said as I lifted my hips.

"Now you will know what it is like to be invaded by a real warrior."

He sheathed his lightsaber in me as I groaned, "You are very, very bad warrior,
Lord Invader."

"The force is strong within you," Darth breathed heavily in my ear as his hips
started moving.

"Yes, Darth. Stronger in me, Darth. Harder in me," I moaned, gripping Lord
Invader's ass.

Darth used more force. Darth really knew how to use his lightsaber. Wobi Gan
had taught him well.

"Oh, Darth, oh, Edward, oh master, oh, Lord, oh, Mulligatawnyyyyyyyyy!"

Darth had suggested I yell the names of kinds of soups today. Just to mix it up a
little. I thought it appropriate to use Mulligatawny since it was known for being
thick, spicy and meaty.

It was a good way to start the morning in the Cullen household. But, I was sad
when Lord Invader and his thick, spicy and meaty lightsaber had to leave for
work.

I was having an influence on the good Doctor Cullen aka Sexward aka Lord
Invader aka Edward aka my husband. He hadn't been calling body parts by their
anatomically correct names for a while now. I wondered if he was calling them by
their correct names at work.

I was going to find out. Today. And it was going to be a good day. And not just
because I'd been invaded by an evil Lord with green eyes and perfect pouty lips. I
was not only going to get the stitches in my head out at my husband's office, I
was going to get a new kind of cast that I could take off for bathing. And that
meant I could get Lord Invader in the tub with me.

I mentally rubbed my hands together. And then added some mental water. I
made a mental note to buy some mental soap.

At mid-morning, Momma Sex aka Esme drove me to Edward's office. I was pretty
sure it was one of the only times I'd visited him there without wearing a trench
coat. She stayed outside in the waiting area. She was polite. And she'd seen our
underwear on the Christmas tree and her son's battleship in my docking station.
She was probably worried she'd see that again if she came into his office with
me.

"Mrs. Cullen?" a pair of pouty lips called. Not my husband's perfect pouty lips.
These ones had lip gloss. "How are we doing this morning?" they said, in the
plural.

I wasn't sure if they were addressing my spectacular boobs or my own pouty lips.
"We are spectacular," I said. Speaking for both my boobs and my lips. In the
plural.

The lip-glossed, pouty lips, whose name tag read, 'Tanya' showed me into my
husband's office. Like I didn't know where his office was. Well, duh! I'd had pirate
sex in his chair with a scabbard and hat the day before. The sex was with the
pirate, not the scabbard and hat. Just to be clear.

I watched her sashay in front of me. She was pretty, but with blonde hair. Boobs.
Ass. Legs. The whole nine yards. I decided I might have to kill her if she came
within nine yards of my husband.

She led me into his office and said, "The doctor will be right with you, Mrs.
Cullen. We will just need to wait for a minute or two." Her blue eyes glanced at
my boobs. That did it. Right there. I was going to have to kill her. And not just for
addressing my boobs in the plural instead of my face in the singular.

"My boobs are very patient," I said in response. She looked puzzled. When she
looked puzzled, she had a wrinkle between her eyebrows on her forehead. I
didn't.

Her ass went out the door. It was a little jiggly. Mine wasn't.

Her nurse's outfit was boring. Mine was naughty. Game. Set. Match. I planned to
raise my husband's Jolly Roger in celebration of my triumph. If she came
anywhere near his Jolly Roger, she'd be wearing a patch over one eye. After I
killed her.

"Let's take a look at that noggin, Mrs. Cullen," Edward said as he came in to the
office looking and sounding all doctorly. It made me want to ask him to turn his
head and cough. While I felt his lightsaber.

"Didn't you get a good look at it this morning when you were invading me, Doctor
Cullen?"

"I wasn't really looking at your head this morning. I was lost in your eyes."

"I didn't think you'd even seen my eyes," I replied.

Edward distracted me while he took out my stitches. By talking to me. There
were better ways to distract me. As he already knew.

"Well, I did have a difficult time taking my eyes off your cinnamon buns. The
ones above your ears."

"Classic Princess Gonna-Get-Leiad," I said. "Not the real deal without the
cinnamon buns." I put my hand on one of Edward's cinnamon buns as he took
out my stitches.

"I don't think the real—and by real, I mean, movie—Princess Leia had real
cinnamon buns."

"Multitasking," I said. "Sex and breakfast all at the same time. See why you are
glad you married me?"

"So, you're saying I married you for your buns?"

"I do have fantastic buns."

"That you do. But I married you because I love you." He gave me a quick kiss on
the forehead. "You have a little gunk in your hair," he said as he placed his
tweezers and scissors onto a silver tray. "In addition to a little cinnamon. I can
help you wash it out tonight if you want."

The thought of gunk made me feel a little faint. Which is of course why he didn't
say the word 'blood'. I felt fainter having just thought of the word 'blood'. I
wanted to mentally kick myself in the head for even thinking of the word 'blood'.
But I felt too faint.

"Bella," Edward said holding my face and looking into my eyes with his concerned
green office eyes. "Do you want to have sex with me tonight? In the attic?"

It was a good trick. It made me stop thinking about blood. And fainting.

"Will you invade me with your lightsaber?" I asked.

"You can bet on it. You're the only woman I want to invade with my lightsaber."

He stood back up, but was still very close and I might have put my hand on his
lightsaber then. It was all sheathed up in boxer briefs under his dress pants.
Stupid boxer briefs. Stupid dress pants.

"Now, I prescribe two CC's of sex with your husband. And roman numeral
steroids. But not now." He removed my hand from his lightsaber. "Tonight."

"Two CC's? So that would be four hundred? You might need a little prescription of
your own, Doctor Cullen."

"My lightsaber doesn't need a prescription. It only needs you."

"Why can't we start now?"

He cut off my cast with giant tree cutters the size of giant tree cutters. Really,
really giant giant tree cutters. That cut. Trees. And casts. And possibly arms. I
started to feel a little faint again.

He looked at me in the eyes again. "Do you want to sheath my lightsaber?" he
asked as he peeled the cast away.

"To the hilt," I replied, feeling less faint.

"We can't have sex now," he said putting a removable brace on my arm. "I have
a patient waiting next door. They might get a little suspicious if you yell 'Cream of
mushroom soup' in a breathy voice. The walls are very thin."

"Oh. Did anybody hear me yelling a parrot's name in a breathy voice yesterday?"

"No, we were closed down for lunch yesterday. I try to be discrete. It was just the
two of us. And the chair, of course."

"Of course. We couldn't forget about that." I looked over at the black chair. And
remembered how much fun I'd had raising Sexward's Jolly Roger. And even more
fun lowering it.

"Bella, about that. I'm now going to have to euthanize two perfectly good
paramedics. They had a little look-see at your spectacular doubloons when you
were getting out of the ambulance and were talking about it in the lounge at the
hospital this morning. And then there's the taxi driver."

Noggin. Gunk. Lightsaber. Doubloons. I hoped he wouldn't lose his medical
license for not using the anatomically correct names at the office. Not to mention
the euthanizations.

"Oops." Quick. I needed a trick. A plan. I hung my head and tried an apology.
"I'm sorry. I tried to keep them covered. It was hot." And a distraction. "Can I
turn on your lightsaber before I leave?"

"Later. I'll see you at home after work."

I wasn't sure he had forgiven me yet. I tried another distraction. "Can I bite your
cinnamon buns?"

"Tonight." He kissed me on the lips this time with his little magic wand thrown in
for good measure. I might have licked it a little. And I might have pinched one of
his cinnamon buns through his dress pants. Since I couldn't bite it.

Edward walked me back out to the waiting area. Lip-glossed, pouty lips asked,
"We're all finished?"

"We didn't have enough time," I said. "My boobs will finish him off when he gets
home."

Her wrinkle looked puzzled again. She turned away and put her blue eyes all over
my husband's cinnamon buns as he walked back into the office area.

I decided killing her might not be a good plan. I needed a better plan. A more
diabolical plan. I would kill her. With my boobs. And then I would set her up with
Jacob and/or James. That would be a better plan. And then I would kill her again.
Just to be sure.

After we—and by 'we', I mean, Esme and I—left the office, where I couldn't have
sex with my husband, Esme took me to lunch. We talked about when Edward was
a boy and how proud she was of him that he had grown into such a fine man. She
told me how happy she was that I made Edward happy and that she was glad I
was part of their family.

I might have cried a little. She might have cried a little. There was lots of arm
patting. But no winking. She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. I was starting
to suspect that forehead kissing was in the manual.

After lunch, she took me home where I worked on my articles on the computer
for the rest of the afternoon. I had saved my deadlines in a file with the email
addresses of where I was supposed to send them when they were finished and I
had to get caught up. It was easier to type with this new cast so I got very
involved in what I was doing. I hardly had time to plan how I was going to have
sex with my husband before I heard his key in the lock. I quickly ran up to the
attic shedding my clothes on the stairs as I went.

"Sexward?" I called out as I entered the attic and frantically searched through the
costumes. I heard him come through the kitchen door and throw his keys on the
kitchen counter.

"Nope," Sexward called up to me.

It was Sexward. I recognized his velvet voice. I wanted to lick it a little.

"Doctor SexGod? Doc Sex? Sex? Triple X? X?"

"Nope," he said.

"Who are you? Are you a pirate?"

"Nope," said Sexward. "Are you in the attic?"

"Yes. You should come up here. Follow the trail," I said as I put on the teeny,
tiny, tight little black dress.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

"The leopard bra?" he said from the stairs below. "You know that's my favourite.
You should have let me take that one off you."

"Next time, I promise. Who are you then?" I asked as I put the little matching
black cap on my head.

"A hot pink thong? You know how I love mismatched underwear," he said, his
voice getting closer and making a comment before answering my question. "That
depends. Who are you?"

"Guess," I said, trying to stall as I pulled on the black fishnet stockings.

"Are you Princess Gonna-Get-Leiad?" he asked.

"Nope. Are you Lord Invader?" I tied the little white apron around my waist and
turned around to see him at the attic door.

"Nope," Sexward said as he walked into the attic, discarding his shirt and dress
pants. "Behold. Captain Commando," he said in a velvety voice showing me his
velvety lightsaber.

"Behold. La Bella Bon Buns," I said back.

I showed him my sexy French maid costume. He showed me a new position.

I yelled out the soupe du jour which was "Bouillabaisse". He yelled out, 'A la
carte', 'Au naturel' and 'Viva la French maid'.

It was turning out to be a great day in the Cullen household.

Charlie's mustache opened the front door of his house and welcomed us in. He
had called and left a message to invite us for supper while Captain Commando
and I were getting busy on the rubber storage boxes in the attic.

We had pizza and ice cream. Charlie and Edward got along very well. They talked
a lot about sports and watched TV while I looked at my old photo albums at the
kitchen table.

There were pictures of a skinny little me with Charlie. And pictures of a skinny
little me with my mom, who Charlie told me was named Renee. There were
pictures from grade school in Arizona and pictures of a skinny little me from high
school. And then I saw the picture from when I had graduated from university. I
was no longer skinny. My boobs and hips had suddenly developed and I no longer
looked like a little girl. I looked like a woman. Apparently, I was a late bloomer.

Then I came upon a picture of a very young, very handsome Edward Cullen
wearing a Forks High School Spartans football uniform. It was a photo cut out of
the newspaper and it was tucked in behind my other pictures.

I picked up the picture and examined it closely. I wanted to lick it a little.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yes?" The Twins went up in the air. I wanted to lick them a little.

"Did we go to the same high school?"

"Yes, sweetie. We were at Forks High the last two years in the same class."

"So, I knew you in high school?" I had to ask again just to be sure.

"We've known each other since you moved to Forks when we were seventeen,"
he answered.

Charlie's mustache piped up. "You went away to college in Arizona and then you
travelled a lot and came back to Forks about six months ago to take care of me
after I had some surgery. And that is when you met Edward again."

This was all news to me. Of course, everything was news to me. I was pretty
much a blank slate when it came to memories of the people I loved.

Charlie thought it would be a good idea to show me my old bedroom. To see if it
brought back memories. There was a blank slate sitting on the desk. So far this
wasn't helping.

I looked at the pictures on the walls and through the drawers and found old
clothing and books and mementos from my life. Still nothing.

Edward opened the closet and there was an old Spartans football jersey hanging
there along with some other old clothes and jackets.

Then Charlie got a call on his police radio. "I have to go. Can you two let
yourselves out?" he asked and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. Ding! Ding!
Ding! Forehead kissing. Definitely in the damn manual.

I was pretty sure Charlie was a good dad. Just from what little I'd seen of him.
Somehow I understood why I had come back to take care of him after his
surgery.

Charlie left with a bang of the screen door.

"Edward, what kind of surgery?" I asked, concerned.

"Nothing serious, Bella. Just some foot surgery. He couldn't walk for a while so he
needed someone to take care of him. You did that. And then you ended up
staying."

I was pretty sure I knew the reason I had stayed in Forks. And he was standing
right in front of me.

"Did we ever date in high school?" I asked.

"We kind of ran in different crowds. I was on the football team and you were into
the whole school newspaper journalism thing. We didn't hang out much."

"But we knew each other."

"Yes."

"Did I like you back then? I mean, did I have a thing for you?"

"You did, but I didn't find out about it until later."

"Did you like me back then?"

"The first time I saw you in the cafeteria, you knocked the wind out of me."

"And?"

"And then you sat down next to me in Biology. I saw you up close and fell for
you—hard."

"You liked me that long ago?" I asked.

"Since the first time I looked into those brown eyes."

"Did I know? In Biology, that you liked me?"

"No, I pretended I didn't like you. It scared me, how strongly I reacted to you."

"Oh. What did I do?"

"You hid behind your hair. And I wanted to push it back and kiss you. But I was
really shy and I didn't. And then you pretty much ignored me after that."

"And you didn't ever say anything?"

"I got up the nerve to dance with you at senior prom at the end of the following
year. My palms were sweaty and it was awkward and we didn't know what to say
to each other."

"Oh."

"After high school we went to two different places to school. You went back to
Arizona and I went to Washington State. And then you came back here six
months ago and we got reacquainted."

"And?"

"And you had the same effect on me again. The knocking and the falling. My
palms even got sweaty."

"Really?" I smiled. "Did you notice my boobs? I didn't have them in high school."

"It wasn't the first place I looked."

"And my ass?"

"Also, not the first place I looked."

I looked at the purple bedspread with the teddy bear on top. The teddy bear was
wearing a tiny little Spartans jersey. I looked at Edward. Edward looked at me.

"Do you want to look at them now?" I asked.

Here was a perfectly good bed. I was pretty sure I'd never had sex on this bed. I
was pretty sure Edward had never had sex on this bed. I was pretty sure I was
fulfilling a high school dream. I put on the high school jersey from the closet and
had sex on my high school bed with high school football star, Edward Cullen.

Go Spartans.

Edward was especially gentle and loving and I might have cried a little at how
sweet he was. It was a completely different kind of sex than with Lord Invader
and the force. I called him Edward and didn't yell the name of a soup. There was
lots of licking. Not just a little.

And I might have fallen in love with him just a little bit more.

"Tell me more about this alternate universe Edward and Bella," I requested, as I
snuggled beside Edward on the couch, watching the fire in the fireplace and the
lights twinkle on the Christmas tree.

"What do you want to know?" He put down his book.

"About how they fell in love."

"They fell in love when they were seventeen. He was dead. And he wanted to kill
her, but not with sex. And his penis ... sparkles."

"Say what?"

"He wanted to kill her."

"No, the part about the ..." I had a hard time saying the word 'penis'. Even
though I'd licked one this morning. And it was hard at the time.

"Item. Weapon. Missile. Captain. Magic Wand. Lightsaber." Edward interpreted for
me in case I'd forgotten the meaning of the word 'penis'. I hadn't. "It sparkles."

"Wow. His lightsaber actually ... glows?"

"Yup."

"That is a way better story than eighteenth century naked lady robbers. Or the
underwear gypsies. Or the genetically engineered moths. I take my hat off to
you."

"Thank you. I learned from the best," he said with his twinkly green Christmas
tree light eyes.

He was good. He was so good, it was bad. And sparked an idea. That had to do
with sparkles.

"I'll be right back," I said as I got something out of the bathroom and then went
up to the attic.

He was laying on the couch reading when I came back, dressed in my costume.

"How are we this evening?" I asked, including my boobs, lips and Edward in the
medical plural.

He put the book down on the floor. "Naughty nurse?" he asked. The Twins looked
a little surprised at my outfit. Which didn't surprise me.

"In the flesh."

"We don't get many of those around Forks." I was very glad to hear that, given
Nurse Tanya at his office. Who I planned to kill. Twice. Once with each boob.

"You're a very, very hot man, Mr. Cullen," I said. "I need to take your
temperature."

"You're not planning to use a rectal thermometer, are you?"

"There are two theories about arguing with a naughty nurse, Mr. Cullen. And
neither one works. I plan to do an oral exam," I said, giving him a thorough oral
exam with my tongue. The patient was very cooperative. I thought about giving
him a gold star. On his golden gun.

"I'm glad you didn't use an invasive procedure."

"I am here to make sure you leave feeling better than when you arrived. I want
you to feel very, very good before you leave." I leaned over and put my hand on
his forehead and gave him a really good view of my boobs. "Your temperature
seems to be rising."

"I'm not sure about my temperature, but something is definitely rising."

"Hmm. You seem to have broken out in a bit of a sweat. We should remove your
shirt," I diagnosed as I helped him out of his shirt.

"What's your prognosis, Nurse? Is it fatal?"

"Not fatal. But incurable. You have Hotfor-Summathat disease."

"Are you going to be treating me, Nurse ... ? Sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Nurse Summathat. But you can call me by my first name—Gimmee."

"Gimmee? Gimmee Summathat? Hotfor-Summathat?"

"You seem to be repeating yourself, Mr. Cullen. That's a very serious sign.
There's some therapy I'd recommend."

"What does that consist of, Nurse Summathat?"

"It consists of a good rub down, Mr. Cullen. And then a good rub up. And then
down again. Up. Down. And so on."

"Oh," he said. "I see. And are you qualified to perform that procedure, Nurse
Summathat?"

"I take my job very seriously, Mr. Cullen. I am a professional. I went to naughty
nurse school and everything. Now, let's take off those pants, shall we?"

Edward was going commando. I liked Edward commando. Well, duh! I'd
destroyed all his boxer briefs. Twice.

The Captain saluted me. "And how are we this evening?" I addressed him the
same as I did all my patients. In the medical plural.

"Sometimes you scare me a little," Edward commented.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Cullen. This won't hurt a bit. Now, turn and cough."

He turned and coughed. I put a little sparkly hand lotion in my palm and gave the
Captain a good rub down. And then a good rub up. And then down again. Up.
Down. And so on.

Chapter Eight: Sultan of Seduction

I washed the sparkles off Edward in the tub. I used real soap. Not the mental
kind.

He shampooed my hair and I shampooed his. It was the best bath I could
remember having. Which was not that many.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" I asked as I sat behind him and poured water to
rinse the suds from his hair.

"No, sweetheart, you aren't crazy. You're just ... you."

"Which costume did you like best?"

"All the ones that you were in and I took off. It doesn't matter what you wear as
long as it comes off."

"I have a confession," I said.

"Uh oh. This sounds serious."

"Yes, it's very serious."

"Okay. You can tell me."

"I have a crush on your eyebrows. I call them 'The Twins'. This is a distinct and
separate crush from the one I have on you personally."

"I know." He leaned his head back as I rubbed his scalp.

"Have I told you this before?" I asked.

"No, but I can tell. You always look like you're going to lick them."

"You're not jealous?"

"No. I'm willing to let you share your affection between me and my body hair."

"So you know about the crush I have on your chest hair?"

"Simba?"

"And stomach hair?"

"The Happy Trail?"

"I've told you these names?"

"Not directly. You've just referred to them in passing. In licking, actually. And my
hair? You call it 'The Hair Which Shall Not Be Contained."

The Hair Which Shall Not Be Contained? Damn, I was good. It aptly described the
cowlicks which made his hair stick up in all directions.

"I have another confession," I said. I thought I'd build up to them gradually. I'd
already introduced the topic of jealousy. It was one of my tricks.

"Oh? More body hair names?"

"No. I'm going to have to kill Nurse Tanya."

"With your boobs?"

"How did you know that?"

"This isn't the first time you've contemplated it."

"You know me very well, don't you?" I asked.

"Inside and out," he said.

He knew how to play me like a piano. With variations on a theme ... hand
positions … long, nimble fingers … rhythmic movement … pounding bass and ...
The name of a soup came to mind. Sex also came to mind. You know why.

"Did you want to have sex with me in high school?" I asked.

"Yes," he said simply.

"I'll bet I wanted to have sex with you too. When was the first time we had sex?"

"Since you came back to Forks?"

"What? What do you mean, 'since I came back to Forks'?"

"Since you came back. Or ...?"

"Or ...?"

"Before you left?"

"We had sex before I left?" I was stunned. I thought about being astonished or
taken aback instead, but I was sticking to an 'S' theme with the soap, suds and
sparkles.

"Yes. After the prom."

"What?"

"After we danced and were all sweaty, we went outside to cool off. And then I
kissed you very awkwardly and you very awkwardly kissed me back."

"And then?"

"You told me you were leaving the next day for Arizona and I told you that I liked
you. You told me that you liked me back and we got a little hot and bothered and
we went back to my house and up to my room."

"And?"

"You tried on my football jersey and more hot and bothered ensued. We had sex
on my bed."

"Oh."

"It was sweaty and awkward and lasted about two minutes."

"And?"

"And we didn't really know what to say to each other after that so I took you
home and kissed you and we both cried a little that you were leaving and that
was that."

"Cried?" It wasn't hard to believe that I cried. I seemed to do it a lot. But I hadn't
seen Edward cry. Of course I'd only known him for a week.

"Yup."

"Was that my first time?" I asked.

"Crying?" he asked. If I'd had my brace on I would have hit him over the head
with it. Even though he was already naked.

"No. Having sex."

"Yes, your first time," he said.

"Was it your first time?"

"It was my first time too. Having sex. Not crying."

Edward Cullen had been my first. And my last. And probably my best. That also
made me feel like crying a little.

"We didn't keep in touch after?" I asked.

"At first we emailed back and forth because we hadn't used a condom and we had
to make sure you weren't pregnant. And then school got really heavy for both of
us and we lost touch."

"And then the second time? After I came back here? Was it in the back of the
Lexus?"

"No. It was at my old apartment. In my bed."

"Was I wearing a costume?"

"No, you were wearing dark blue jeans with a little rip in one knee and a green
shirt with two pockets and five tan buttons. And a blue thong. And a black lace
bra with a little black satin ribbon bow in the front. And you were wearing a little
bit of lip gloss that was kind of minty and your hair smelled like strawberries. It
was loose and in waves and you had brown leather sandals and green toe nail
polish. And I melted into your warm brown eyes. It's one of my best memories."

I might have cried a little again that he had remembered so much detail. I felt all
warm and squooshy inside. Like a sponge. I added mental sponge to mental soap
on my mental note. In red mental ink. So I wouldn't forget next time I went to
the mental store.

"I fell in love with you once in high school and then again when I came back to
Forks. And then again a few days ago. I think I must really, really love you," I
said.

"I think we really, really love each other," he said as he wrapped my arms around
his waist.

"Could we just snuggle? Without costumes or aliases? Just you naked against
me?" he asked.

I snuggled against him in our bed. There were still a few sparkles on him. I licked
them off and then snuggled some more.

"You don't like the costumes and aliases?" I asked.

"They are fun, but sometimes I just like to have sex with the girl I fell in love
with."

"Ah, her. I wouldn't exactly call myself a girl now, though. I'm twenty seven."

"Did you remember your age?" The Twins did a jumping jack. Right there on his
forehead.

"Nope. Checked my driver's license."

"Oh. The cat's out of the bag. You used to tell everyone you were eighteen. Made
me feel like a lecherous cradle robber."

"Did they believe me?"

"Uh huh. Especially when you were wearing your school girl costume with the
little plaid skirt and knee socks."

"Did I wear that out in public?"

"Once. You were hot and took off your trench coat. You caused a six car pile-up
at the four way stop by Forks Drug Mart. Luckily no one was hurt."

I was glad no one got hurt. I seemed to get hot a lot in my trench coat. I decided
to buy a lighter trench coat.

"So, I guess that's why that costume isn't in the box?"

"I ripped it off you."

"Were you mad?"

"Nope. I was a little ... anxious to get it off. You buy costumes with velcro now
and I try to be more careful."

"Ah. That explains things."

"We decided the bedroom was a costume-free zone. So just you and I, Bella and
Edward, could have a little time together."

"Good thinking," I said. "Edward?"

"Hm?" he murmured, his green bedroom eyes closed as he played with my hair.

"Two hundred. Do you think we'll make it?"

"Sometimes you have set your goals high and then be happy when you achieve
more than you would have if you didn't set the goal," he said as he rolled over on
top of me.

"Well, that was profound. I'll have to lick you more often if that's what you come
up with," I said, moving my hands up his back.

"I'm never opposed to a little licking. Now would be good."

His green bedroom eyes looked into mine. These were my favorites of all his
eyes. His attic eyes were a close second. Followed by his green twinkly Christmas
tree light eyes. And then his kitchen eyes. And then probably his office eyes. His
bathroom eyes were good too, though. And then there was the Captain's one eye
…

I licked my lips a little. And then I licked his lips a little. And then I licked his
cowlicks a little as he kissed his way down to my neck.

"Bella?" he murmured against me.

"Yes?"

"Did you like having sex with me in my Spartans jersey today?"

"That was yours?" I was shocked. I thought about being flabbergasted or amazed
instead, but those didn't fit with the 'S' theme either.

"Yes." He started kissing and licking my doubloons.

"How did I get your high school Spartans jersey?"

"You told me you'd always admired me in it. So after we had sex in it on my bed
after the prom, I gave it to you."

"And I kept it all these years. I understand why."

"Today at your dad's, I was trying to make up for the first time we had sex in the
jersey. It wasn't very good."

"You more than made up for it. That was the most memorable memory of the last
few days. Which is as far back as my memory goes where you're concerned."

"I'm glad. We have ten years of wanting each other to make up for."

"Is that why we have so much sex?"

"Yup."

I had sex again with my high school crush, Edward Cullen. His performance did
the Spartans proud. I gave him a little mental trophy for being the Most Valuable
Player. The Captain received his own trophy for the best assists. His trophy
wasn't little. It was big. You know why.

It was a good way to end the day in the Cullen household.

I nestled down into the warm bed and reached for my husband. It was early and
still dark. There was humming. And grinding. Grinding and humming. I reached
over, but Edward was gone. I liked the humming and grinding to be in my bed.
But they weren't. They were in the kitchen. With Edward.

The grinding stopped, but the humming continued. After a few minutes, Edward
came out of the kitchen and went into the bathroom. I made a quick trip up to
the attic while the showering began.

He had just finished his shower when I came back down in my costumes. That's
costume ... with an 'S'.

"Howdy," I called out from the living room.

He came into the living room naked, towelling off his hair. "Well, what have we
here? Cowgirl Jeanie in a bottle?" The twins did a jumping jack. Twice. In a row.

The Captain, soon to be referred to as my pony, was unbound. Like a wild
mustang. But he was still asleep. The humming and grinding hadn't woken him. I
was hoping the costumes would. I had added the cowgirl hat, boots and scarf to
the Jeanie harem costume.

"I'm being frugal and economizing. Doubling up. The cowgirl dress was missing,"
I said.

Edward looked a little guilty. "I might have ripped the cowgirl dress."

"Well, that's okay. I'm good at improvising."

"You certainly are. Are we going to be doing a little horseback riding in the
Arabian desert this morning?"

"You betcher sweet Agrabah cheeks we are, great Sultan of Seduction."

"So the horse is ...?"

I wondered if the Captain minded being a horse today. He didn't look like he
minded. He was starting to get a little frisky. He might have even whinnied a
little.

"An Arabian bucking bronco—Your Not-So-Little-Pony."

"I don't have to wear a costume do I?"

"No. I like to ride bareback."

"Really? Do you like to yell star constellations in a breathy voice?" It was a good
suggestion. And fit with the whole cowgirl slash Arabian nights theme.

"I could do that."

"The doubling up is a little confusing. Do I yell 'Yahoo' or 'Open Sesame'?" he
asked.

"Yell whatever you'd like, but you have to rub me the right way if you want your
three wishes."

"Ah, here's where the Jeanie part comes in. I thought I had to rub a bottle or
lamp or something."

"Where's the fun in that? We cowgirl Jeanies are emancipated. And we like to be
on top."

"Well, come over here and I'll see what I can do."

He put his hands on my ass cheeks. And rubbed them up and down as he kissed
me.

"Excellent," I said. "… what is your first wish?"

"I wish you'd take off the boots. The spurs scare me a little and I'd like to have
children with you someday."

"Wish granted." I took off the boots.

He rubbed my doubloons.

"Mmm. Definitely worthy of a second wish," I said.

"I wish you'd let me rub your doubloons again. Without the bra thingy."

His Not-So-Little-Pony was wide awake now and rearing up in eagerness.
"Howdy, partner," I said as I removed the bra thingy.

"You have one wish left," I said to the Sultan.

Edward did more doubloon rubbing and then pulled me over to the couch. He fell
back onto it with me on top.

"I wish you'd take off the harem pants so I could do some more rubbing. But
keep the hat on. Backwards."

"Reverse cowgirl and pants off? That's two wishes. You're doubling up."

"Do you want me to keep rubbing?"

He made a good point.

"Your wish is my command."

Edward was a very good rubber. Well, duh! That's why he was the Sultan of
Seduction. With two S's.

I might have swung my hat around in the air a little while I yelled out in a
breathy voice, "Go horsey go, oh, Sultan, oh, Edward, oh, oh, giddyap, Big
Dipperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

I decided I needed to observe Doctor Cullen and possibly-naughty Nurse Tanya in
their natural habitat. At work. I trusted Edward. Nurse Tanya ... not so much. Her
blue eyes were shifty.

There was something about Edward that made him extraordinarily attractive. I
was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Not a genetically engineered moth. Just
a regular one. So I presumed Nurse Tanya must be too.

I checked through my costume box and found a disguise. A blonde wig with
braids. And some big black glasses. A cross between school girl and naughty
librarian. I put them on and some nondescript clothes. And then I put on my
trench coat.

It was cold. The trench coat was warm. I decided not to buy a new trench coat.

I was going to have to walk to the clinic. Because I had no car. I only made it
three blocks. The mailman, four neighbors and two paramedics driving by in their
ambulance all stopped to say 'Hello, Mrs. Cullen'.

Stupid disguise.

Alice took me to lunch. And then shopping. It give me the opportunity to buy
some things. Curtains for the kitchen door window. Boxer briefs for Edward. If he
was going to be working with Nurse Tanya, he couldn't be showing up at work
commando.

And a new costume.

But I hardly had time to put it on and go to my husband's office to have sex with
him in his new office chair.

The week went by quickly. Edward was busy and up to something. He was
making whispered phone calls to someone when he thought I wasn't looking. I
was sure he had a plan. A diabolical plan. And it probably involved Nurse Tanya.

I needed to find out his plan. I made a plan to find out his plan. Hence the new
costume. I decided to save it for just the right moment.

I was now driving a Humvee. But it was a tank. I decided to name it 'Captain's
Folly'. Since that was how I'd ended up in a tank.

I went out to do some Christmas shopping. In my tank. With its festive dark
tinted windows.

And ran into James. Not literally. Though that would have been nice. With the
tank. I considered hitting him over the head with my arm brace. And not so I
could get him naked.

"I hear you're married now," his shifty blue eyes smirked.

"Yes. To Edward Cullen."

"That was fast. A few months ago you were flirting with me," his yellow teeth
smirked.

I had no memory of it, but I was pretty sure that had never happened.

"I know someone who wants to flirt with you. Her name is Tanya. She works at
Forks Medical Center. She's into threesomes."

If you're going to refer to yourself as 'we' that counts as more than one person,
right?

"Really?" His eyebrows did a jumping jack. I didn't consider naming them. The
idea was disgusting. He was disgusting. He was perfect for Nurse Tanya. I
washed my mind with mental soap after thinking about him in a threesome with
Nurse Tanya.

"I'll stop by and introduce myself. You know there's something strange about that
Cullen family," his long blonde ponytail smirked.

"Uh huh. They are very polite. They don't try to grab people. And they're not into
threesomes."

"No something almost ... supernatural. They are freakishly attractive. Even
Esme," his chipped fingernails smirked.

Now I was really disgusted. Not because Esme wasn't attractive. But because
he'd called them 'freakish'. I considered kicking him in the head. And not with my
mental foot. But I didn't want to end up in another cast.

"The rumor is that they have found some kind of fountain of youth—an elixir of
immortality. They grind it up into a powder and put it in their drinks. It makes
them all ... attractive and sexually irresistible," his elbows smirked.

"Oh my gosh! You're so right. They buy it at the Ministry of Magical Immortality
Elixirs down on Mad Doctor Alley next to the Forks Library."

"Watch yourself, Bella. You're becoming one of them." He made a spooky sign
with his fingers as he walked away. Even his fingers smirked.

Stupid James. Stupid smirk.

Edward came through the door after work. I had been busy in the kitchen. And by
'busy' I mean—naked and covered in a whip cream bikini. That was my new
costume. It cost $2.99. I was being frugal and economizing. It was part of my
plan.

"Oh, good. Dessert first," Edward said, dropping his briefcase and undoing his tie.
The shirt and pants soon followed.

Edward was apparently hungry, because all the whip cream got eaten. Other
things got eaten, too. On the kitchen counters. I was going to have to do some
more serious cleaning of the kitchen counters. In case we decided to eat off them
again.

After dessert, we had supper at the kitchen table and I almost had multiple
jawgasms as I watched Edward chew. With my legs clamped together.

"Have you ever had sex with any other nurses?" I asked, subtly. This was part of
my plan. To see if my husband was whispering and fraternizing with Nurse Tanya.
It wasn't that subtle. But, I'd warmed him up with the whip cream bikini. He'd
warmed me up with his tongue.

"Besides Nurse Summathat?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Uh huh."

"Who?"

"There was one. Let me see … Nurse Now. Nurse Dewme Now. And then Nurse
Toomee. Nurse Givit Toomee. And ..."

"Were any of them blonde?" I interrupted.

"Well … they all had spectacular boobs and fantastic asses. And now that I think
about it … yes. One of them was blonde."

"The blonde one? Did she have blue eyes?"

"She had the most amazing removable hair. Her braids just came off in my hand.
Poof! Like magic. And I got lost in her eyes. But they weren't blue."

I decided to be direct. It was a new trick. And pretty much the same one I'd used
when I'd been subtle.

"Have you ever had sex with Nurse Tanya?" I asked, not so subtly.

Edward sighed a little. "Are you sure you want to ask that question again?"

"Yes."

"No, Bella, she speaks in first person plural. It's like she's got a mouse in her
pocket or something. Even if you run into her in the grocery store she'll say, 'Are

we finding what we're looking for'? or 'How are we feeling today'? She's incredibly
annoying. And I've heard she's into threesomes. Disgusting."

"We've had this discussion before?"

"Yup."

"Did I also believe you then, when you explained it to me?" I asked.

"Yes, you realized she was no threat to you or our marriage so you decided not to
smother her with your boobs. You're the only woman I want to ride me like an
Arabian Nights cowgirl."

So that's not why I couldn't remember. There was no secret affair I was trying to
block out. There must be something else I wanted to forget. Hmm. My mental
hands starting doing spooky fingers.

Edward was playing with my hair. I decided to see if he was irresistible. I
resisted. He ran his hand down my thigh. I picked up my fork and took a bite of
my supper. I was still resisting.

Stupid James. There was no powder. There was no grinding.

Wait! There had been grinding. Every morning before I woke up. And there had
been powder. On the kitchen counter when I'd been cleaning. But there was no
sexual irresistibility.

The Sultan started rubbing. And then licking. And humming. And grinding.

Sometimes I'm mistaken. There was definitely sexual irresistibility.

Damn, the Sultan was good. Damn, James might be right. Damn, what was I
saying ….?

I might have yelled the name of a coffee. You know why. "Oh, Sultan, oh, oh,
Edward, oh, Venti Mocha Frappuccinooooooooooo!"

Chapter Nine: Edward Anthony Cullen

Edward had one hand on my treasure chest as he reached around from behind
and was massaging my doubloons. His other hand was between my legs, rubbing.
His lips were kissing the back of my neck.

"Bella?" his velvety voice whispered in the darkness. It had brought satin and silk
with it. I wanted to roll around naked in the luxurious sound. Luckily, I was
already naked. Now, I just had to figure out how to roll in it. "We like having you
as our first mate."

Uh oh. I was totally having an influence on Edward. And so was Nurse Tanya. He
was using nautical terminology. And the medical plural.

He was also using his fingers. Really, really well.

"Are we speaking in the medical plural?" I asked.

"Nope. The pirate plural. As in—the Captain and I."

I felt something behind me. "Did you bring your hornpipe to bed or are you just
happy to feel me?" I asked.

"Are you happy to feel my hornpipe?" he asked back.

"You know how I love to blow your hornpipe."

"You do blow a mean hornpipe. Do you still like it when I guide my Man O' War
into your lagoon?"

Okay. Right there. He was using a lot of nautical terminology. And he was
basically asking if I liked having sex with him. Something was up. Something
other than his hornpipe slash Man O' War. Which was definitely up. And drifting in
the vicinity of my bunghole. A canal which was not open for passage. Luckily, he
was not trying to gain entrance. Because he already knew it would be denied.

"Are you okay, Sexward?" I turned on the light and rolled over to face him on the
bed.

He blinked and looked at me with his sea green eyes. I wanted to swim naked in
them.

"You just called me Sexward," he said with a smile.

"Yup. I thought we compromised on that."

He ran his hand through his hair. I wanted to frolic naked in it.

"I was a little worried. You've only been calling me Edward for the last few days
and I thought maybe I was losing my … magic."

MAGIC?-!-?-!-?

I had to bold, italicize and capitalize the word. And then punctuate it a little. And
put it on a list. With graphics that looked like his magic fingers and little magic
wand-of-a-tongue. And another graphic of his big magic wand. Which pretty
much took up the whole page. And extended off the edges.

Was he admitting to having magic? As in a … MAGIC ELIXIR?-!-?-!-? OF
IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

"Your … magic?" My heart started beating faster. Like it was going to fly out of
my chest. With little heart wings and possibly attach itself (naked) to his chest
hair. So it could frolic in it. And maybe do a little licking.

"Mm hm." His lips were now all over my dual flotation devices in the front. And
his magic fingers were working their magic between my legs.

"You know I will always want you to drop anchor in my waters," I said. "How
could you doubt that? We're not at two hundred, but we're in the high double
digits already this week. "

He put his double digits in me and continued his magic.

"I just wondered."

"What … magic ... were you referring to?" I asked between sighs. I was listing
and rolling and leaning. I was almost ready to come about.

"The way you associate me with sex. And respond to my touch. And want me all
the time. That magic."

"The way you are … sexually irresistible … to me?" I gasped as the waves around
me started to peak and shiver me timbers in a really good way.

"Mm hm."

It was as good as an admission. Of a … MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

"Sexward, you do and always will rock my boat."

"Good," he said as I capsized and fell overboard into a churning sea of pleasure,
yelling the name of a type of coffee.

He might have subsequently inserted his cannon and fired off a round through my
porthole. Not my bunghole. Just to be clear.

It was early in the morning. Really, really early. I'd heard Edward get up and
leave while it was dark. I wandered out into the kitchen hoping he'd just gone out
there, but he was nowhere to be seen. I checked the attic. And I checked the
garage. The Lexus was gone.

Where was Edward? I wondered if he had gone to get more elixir. I went back to
bed.

When I awoke next, it was still early. I could hear Edward grinding in the kitchen
so he could be freakishly attractive and sexually irresistible. When I'd really
rather he was grinding into me.

When he was finished grinding and I heard humming in the shower, I went out
into the kitchen to see what he was grinding. Apart from a light sprinkling of
white powder on the counter, there was nothing to be seen.

Where would Edward keep his ... MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

I opened all the cupboard doors and started searching. I was leaning over
searching through a bottom cupboard drawer when he came into the kitchen
naked, towelling off his hair.

"Well, well, what have we here? A naked sea nymph?"

His Jolly Roger was hoisted to half mast. It was the first place I looked. Even
before his wide eyes. Because it was wider than his eyes. By a long shot. And
longer, too.

And now it was fully hoisted up the flag pole. Pointing north. "Avast, ye
cockswain." I saluted the Captain.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

"Uhh ..." I said. "I was looking for … more whip cream? I'm out of costumes."

"Wouldn't the whip cream be in the fridge? And I like what you're wearing now,"
he said, putting the towel down on the kitchen counter. "It's my favourite."

His green eyes were on fire. I was pretty sure I was going to be consumed in that
fire. On the kitchen counter.

I was right. There was fire and firing of guns and explosions and missiles and
fireworks and pirates and magic. It was like being at Disneyland with the
bouncing like Tigger and the chest hair named Simba. There were cannon blasts
and yelling in breathy voices. There was mutinying and bounty and
commandeering and surrendering and white flags and a man inside.

I had to go back to bed after he left for work. I was exhausted. And maybe just a
little seasick.

I tore the house apart that morning, but couldn't find the magic elixir, so I
decided to check Edward's office. I put on some sexy mismatched underwear.
And my trench coat.

I got in my Humvee slash tank aka 'Captain's Folly' with its festive dark tinted
windows and drove toward his office.

It was hot. I didn't loosen my trench coat. You know why.

I opened my window instead and let my hair blow around in the breeze. I glanced
over at the driver next to me. He glanced over at me and his eyes widened.

He started to swerve. It was deja vu. It was exactly what had happened when I'd
had my original accident. Only in the Volvo instead of the Humvee.

Stupid Volvo.

I had to swerve to avoid the car that was swerving toward me.

I made it. The tank made it. The other car drove off. It made it.

The tree didn't make it. It was wrapped around my Humvee.

Damn, the tank was good. It was the perfect solution. I made a mental note to
thank Edward for the Humvee. And to thank the Captain separately for being the
one to talk me into it.

The paramedics drove up in their ambulance. Even though no one had called
them. They were driving past and recognized my Humvee. So they said. I think
they were following me.

They asked if I wanted to remove my trench coat so they could 'check me over'. I
declined.

On Christmas morning, I gave Edward four presents. I wasn't sure what the other
three were that were wrapped and under the tree. I was wrapped in a giant red
bow and nothing else. Under the tree.

"Oh, look", he said when he saw me. "Santa left me a present. Just what I
wanted."

There was unwrapping. And a North pole. It was a north pointing pole, which
magically turned into a pole pointing south after I breathily yelled the name of a
citrus fruit. That was Edward's suggestion. I chose 'lemon'. You know why.

After that, I opened his presents to me. One was my engagement ring. He had
added another diamond to it. That made me cry a little. Another was a new
computer. And another was a box of costumes. Sexy sheriff .. Geisha girl ...
Roman goddess ... Wonder Woman … Naughty Tooth Fairy.

They were all held together with velcro. You know why.

I was excited to see what I had bought him for Christmas. There was a pair of
tight pants. Well, duh!

And some books and games. And a new driver for his golf clubs.

"What happened to your old driver?" I asked.

"It met with a freak accident. Rabid chipmunks took it and hid it in their garage
slash tree. Apparently, I was spending too much time at the driving range and it
set them off somehow."

"Really?" I asked. I was pretty sure I was supposed to be puzzled. Or at least
surprised. But somehow I wasn't.

"Yes. And then they chewed through the metal."

"Chewed through the metal? With their little chipmunk teeth? Is that possible?"

"That's what I said. But you explained to me that their teeth were made from
diamonds. So they were able to cut right through the metal. And then they drove
in their little miniature black, shiny Volvos—which were supposed to be silver, but
somebody mixed up the order—right into their garage slash tree and my driver
was never seen again."

"Black, shiny Volvo-driving rabid chipmunks with diamond teeth living in a garage
slash tree? Huh! We don't get many of those in Forks," I said, shaking my head in
amazement.

After putting on and taking off my Roman goddess costume, we played on the
piano. Not played the piano. We played on the piano. Just to be clear. And then
we played on the rug. And then we played in the bed.

And then we got dressed and went to the Cullens for Christmas dinner. There was
lots of arm patting and winking and forehead kissing. There was even some knee
squeezing. Everyone was attractive and polite. 'Cause it was all in the damn
manual. Which I hadn't got for Christmas.

Stupid manual.

After dinner, I saw Daddy Sex aka Carlisle give Edward a container when they
thought no one was looking.

"You said you ran out," he said quietly to Edward as he handed it to him.

I was sure it had to be a container of the … MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-
!-?

After we played some games at the Cullens, we went to Charlie's for supper. I
had given him a new fishing rod and he loved it. I loved him. Even though I'd
only known him for a short time. There was arm patting and winking and
forehead kissing. Charlie and Edward started to talk about golf and fishing. They
sat on the couch. Looking attractive and being polite.

I wandered back up to my bedroom and sat on the bed, wondering what I had
thought of Edward Cullen back in high school.

I went into the closet and looked at his Spartans football jersey. And then I
looked up. There was an opening in the ceiling of my closet. I got the desk chair
and reached up into the opening and pulled out a book.

It was my diary from high school. I turned the pages. Each page said something
about Edward Cullen. There were doodles and drawings of him and his name in
hearts and balloon letters.

I read the last entry:

Tomorrow I go off to college in Arizona. I'm a little scared. And I'm very sad to be
leaving Washington, because I'll be leaving Edward behind, but I didn't know until
tonight that he felt the same way about me that I do about him. I will really miss
him and his green eyes and perfect, pouty lips. I had sex with him on his bed at
his house. He gave me his football jersey and told me he was in love with me. I'll
keep his jersey always, so I remember our time together. The sex was sweaty
and awkward and quick and painful. Because he was freaking huge, like a
freaking huge … cannon. Or gun or missile or something.

There was a graphic. It took up the whole next page.

I drew a little pirate hat, braids and eye patch on the graphic.

There was more writing at the bottom of the page.

But, I will never regret it, because it was with Edward. I will always love Edward
Anthony Cullen. I will never forget him for the rest of my life.

I cried and wondered why I couldn't have kept my promise about never forgetting
him.

The day after Christmas, I woke up to grinding. I ran out into the kitchen, naked,
to catch Edward in the act of making the ... MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-
?-!-?

"Christmas all over again," Edward said as he looked at me, drinking out of his
cup.

I looked at his cup and not at the Captain. Which was a first for me, especially
since the Captain was already saluting me. I could see him with my peripheral
vision. He was pretty hard to miss. And pretty. And hard. And never missed.

"Do you want some of this?" he asked with a wink. I wasn't sure if he meant the
drink or the Captain.

"Yes," I answered to both.

He held out the glass. I held my breath. I looked at him and saw his stunning
beauty – the sex hair, the thick eyebrows, the pale, silky skin, the green kitchen
eyes. The mouth trifecta—perfect pouty lips, tongue and white teeth. And the
body hair. Oh, the body hair.

A wind rushed through my ears. A mental wind. With mental dust. And mental
leaves. I shook my head to get them out and had an epiphany.

There was no damn manual that made them all wink and pat arms and be perfect
and kiss foreheads and be freakishly attractive and sexually irresistible.

There was a damn ... MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-? That's what made
them all wink and pat arms and be perfect and kiss foreheads and be freakishly
attractive and sexually irresistible.

And everybody had it but me. Even Charlie.

Stupid Elixir.

Damn, this was bad. Edward was going to be immortal and my spectacular boobs
would sag and I wouldn't be able to kill every Nurse Tanya who came into his life
and someday I'd look older and saggier than him.

I took the glass from his hand and gulped down the damn MAGIC ELIXIR OF
IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

It was pretty good. My boobs felt firmer already. I wondered if I was sexually
irresistible yet.

I turned to Edward. Apparently I was. We had sex on the rug in front of the
fireplace. And then on kitchen floor. And then on the hood of the Lexus.

Later that morning, Edward approached me.

"There's something I want to show you," he said.

I looked down at the Captain all wrapped up in new boxers and dress pants.

"I think I've seen it," I said.

"No, not that. You have to come to my parents' house."

"We're going to have sex at your parents' house? Are we running out of places?"

"No. But there's something important there I need to show you."

Was it? Could it be? Was I going to be in on the secret about the ... MAGIC
ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

The Cullen house was all decorated inside and out with flowers and twinkly lights.

Alice took me up to one of the bedrooms and did my hair. Then she brought out
my wedding dress and helped me put it on. So, that's where it had disappeared
to.

"Edward wanted you to have a memory of your wedding," she explained. "It
means so much to both of you. We're going to re-create the ceremony."

I might have cried a little.

When it was time, I came down the stairs and Charlie walked me to the front of
the living room. And there Edward was. All dressed in a tux with this green eyes
and perfect lips. My heart almost leaped out of my chest and humped his leg.

We stood at the front of the living room, where all the Cullens were gathered
around. Charlie was there in his suit and smiled at me. My mother, who I
recognized from pictures and the wedding video was there.

I looked into his green wedding eyes and I heard a rushing of wind. A mental
wind. This time with a little rain and it washed the cobwebs from my mind. It
suddenly started to come back to me. I added a little mental soap and sponge
and I saw it all clearly.

My memories went all the way back to the first time I'd seen Edward in the
cafeteria with his sex hair and great ass. And then in Biology. I'd looked into his
green Biology eyes and heard his velvet voice saying, 'Hello, My name is Edward
Cullen'. I'd wanted to cover him in whip cream and lick him all over. And then
hump his leg.

And then after the prom, we'd gone to his room at his house. His green bedroom
eyes had locked with mine and I'd wanted to swim in them naked and then frolic
through the wonderland of his body hair. But we had sex instead.

And then ten years later when I'd seen him at the hospital again. It wasn't what
he did, it was what he didn't do that made me fall in love with him one more
time. He didn't look at my spectacular boobs. Or at my fantastic ass. He looked
into my eyes. I remembered it all.

I remembered my family and my first wedding. It was all beautiful and wonderful.
There was one thing I didn't remember.

"Edward," I whispered in his ear so no one could hear. "Where do you disappear
to in the mornings?"

"I go to the gym so I can spend my evenings with you," he answered in a whisper
back.

"And the magic elixir of immortality?" I didn't capitalize, bold, underline or
italicize it. Because I was trying to keep my voice down.

The Twins jumped up on his forehead.

"Excuse me?"

"What is the powder you drink every morning?"

"Protein powder. To go along with my work outs."

There was no ... MAGIC ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?-!-?-!-?

My family was perfect. Polite and freakishly attractive. All by themselves. There
was no reason not to remember them. The feeling was so overwhelming I could
hardly contain it. And that's why I had lost my memory. My mind could barely
wrap around how lucky I was to have such a great family. And most of all, a man
who I loved to distraction and who loved me back.

"I love you, Edward Cullen. I really, really love you," I said.

He looked a little surprised.

"I know."

"And I find you sexually irresistible," I whispered extra quietly into his ear.

"I know," he smirked. I wasn't about to hit him over the head with my brace at
our wedding so I smirked back.

"I remember. How much I love you. All of it," I said. Out loud.

"I love you too," he said. Out loud.

The pastor spoke up and repeated what he'd said a minute ago before my mental
wind had interrupted him.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, do you renew your vows with this woman, Isabella
Marie Swan-Cullen?"

"I do," Edward said with a smile.

"Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen, do you renew your vows with this man, Edward
Anthony Cullen?"

"I do," I said as I looked into his green wedding eyes.

Edward added my wedding ring onto the engagement ring on my finger.

I had died and gone to heaven.

Edward poured water over me in the tub as I leaned back against him.

"I have another confession," I said.

"Uh oh. Who are you going to kill with your boobs now?"

"No one. It's another crush."

"Hm. I'm not sure I like the sounds of this."

"A big one. Really big. Like of gargantuan proportions."

"Bigger than a breadbox?"

"Much, much bigger."

"Bigger than your crush on my body hair?"

"Bigger. Mammoth."

"Bigger than your crush on me personally?" he asked nervously.

"A very close second."

"And this crush is on ...?"

"On your ... puh ... puh ... pee ..."

"Penis?"

"Yes. It might be more than a crush. I might want to marry him in a completely
separate ceremony than the one I had with you today."

"I see."

"Do you mind if I get him a little tux. With a bowtie and stuff?"

Edward contemplated that.

"As long as it's a private ceremony. Just you and me. And there's a honeymoon
after."