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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Edward or Bella or Charlie. They are the creation of Stephenie Meyer. Not a single ounce of copyrite infringement is intended. I do intend to lemonize these lovely characters to the supreme benefit and enjoyment of myself and my readers. teehee!

Summary: The sequel to "The Lion and the Lamb." Edward and Bella are dealt some lemons by Charlie, but they decide to make lemonade! LEMONY FRESH!

Sleep was far from the last thing on my mind. In fact, it was the second - bested only by my unwavering thoughts of Edward. I was torn between unconsciousness and staying awake to watch the devil's angel who lay beside me. He chuckled as my eyes fought for sleep. His hand closed over them and I took a deep breath.

"Sleep now..." he whispered and grazed his full lips on my temple. Exhaling in a whoosh, I rolled to my side - the length of my body pressed to his - to see his face shining down at me. A lazy smile spread on my mouth, the mirror image of his own lopsided grin which I loved so dearly. I felt the blush rise on my cheeks when his hand trailed down my hip and rested there. He drew mindless patterns and blew his sweet breath across my face.

I murmured something incoherent and sleep finally won the war. My dreams were vivid of the night's activities. I winced at the pain of Edward's hands on my hips, in their vice grip. My heart beat faster, and I heard him chuckle again. The laugh echoed in my ears and I opened one eye, startled to find myself encompassing my beloved in nothing less than a squid-like embrace. I blushed furiously and peeled away.

"Good dream, I take it?" he asked rhetorically. Unwanted as it was, I couldn't control the grin that slapped me in the face. I rubbed my palms on my eyes and groaned. "Don't be embarrassed," he cooed, pulling my hands down. "I was just wondering what it is that had you so...animated, during your sleep." His grin was wicked.

"Edward, you know very well what it was." I could have died, and I was sure I would if he could read my mind at that instant. I sat up in bed and yanked the sheets to cover my bare chest. I'd forgotten how our pajamas seemed to disappear during the night. I stole a glance over my shoulder and took in the sight of Edward's unclothed body lounging back, arms folded behind his head. I couldn't look away then. His golden eyes held me in a trance. Slowly, he rose and met my lips, cupping my cheek in his icy hand. I sighed and breathed in his sweet scent. His hand lifted to my hair and weaved it behind my ear, the other hand then wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me closer.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even hear. And that is exactly why I was shocked to open my eyes and find my father standing at the door - which was now wide open. Thank heavens I still had a hold on the blankets, and he didn't walk in to see me half nude in the soft light of morning that peeked through my window.

"DAD!" I shouted in a groggy voice. My lungs had yet to fill with the precious oxygen Edward stole from me. Charlie's face was wide-eyed and slack jawed. He stared at me for a few seconds before finding the mind to spin around and shield his eyes.

"Bella! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't know. I thought you were-" he stammered.

"You thought I was what?" I demanded, and wrapped the blankets tighter around my body. I searched the room frantically for any sign of Edward. Nothing. Charlie continued to prattle in his embarrassment - my jaw clenched tight - and finally took a breath.

"I thought....I thought I heard Edward in your room." My mind was blank as I searched for a good enough lie to get rid of him. "I must have been mistaken, I mean...I could have sworn I heard that little-that boy," he corrected.

"Dad, why would Edward be in my room?" It was the only question I could form. I hoped that he didn't hear the strain in my not-so-calm voice.

"Well you know how boys are, and you're getting to that age," he spoke, making a half turn to peer over his shoulder.

"Getting to? Charlie-Dad...I know what you're saying, and I can tell you that Edward has nothing but respect for me and my...virtue," I stole from Edward's vocabulary. "You're overreacting."

Charlie turned the rest of the way and looked at the floor. He nodded slowly and scuffed the floor with his boot. "I don't know Bell's. I think you should be careful. He might be a good kid and a good student, but I'm not blind. I see how he watches you. He stares at you Bella. I've never seen someone stare so intently at a girl in all my life."