Snapshots

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Sunlight peeked through his eyelids hours later and stirred him awake. He kept his eyes closed, listening for any clues on Bella's whereabouts. She was in the room, that he was sure of since he smelled the light fragrance of her lotion. He looked and found her on the other side of the bed, facing away from him. His instinct to put some distance between them failed to rear up again. He didn't bother to ask why, because he knew the reason. One he wasn't ready to voice.

As gently as possible, he curled his body around hers, her warmth and softness was soothing as it was arousing. Her soft half moan and half sigh of his name made his heart pick up speed, but she remained asleep.

Let her rest, he reminded himself.

Edward awoke an hour later to find the bed empty. "Bella?" The floor creaked nearby, snapping his attention toward the spot. What he found made him hard instantly and feel self-conscious at the same time. She was dressed in an off the shoulder, long-sleeved sweater and underwear, with a camera in her hands, standing near the foot of the bed on his side. Her hair was messy, but still sexy. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking some personal pictures of my man." She moved her head from behind the viewfinder and smiled. "Is that okay?" Her gaze moved over his bare chest and down the rest of his body. "You look really damn good in the morning." Another grin graced her face. "All sleep rumpled and sexy." He cocked an eyebrow. "What?" The question sounded innocent and sweet, but he knew it was anything but.

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand. She shook her head and continued to snap pictures of him. "Bella, give me the camera and come back to bed." He had worried about awkwardness or even fear from her after his confessions, but everything continued as normal between them—even seemed easier.

"Not a chance," she murmured, pulling at the sheet that kept the photos PG-rated. She hummed as he sat up to catch the sheet, but failed. "I won't share these pictures. They're for my eyes only."

Why did he like her words so much? The way she said "my man" shouldn't have sounded damn good, but it did.

"Give me the camera and get your ass over here," he ordered, hoping she'd listen as she usually did in bed. She peeked from behind the camera and blew him a kiss. He shifted, and despite the fact that he was fully erect and naked, he slipped out of bed. She backed up and kept clicking away, falling to her knees a few feet before he could capture her. She set the camera behind her after one last click and slid her hands up his thighs. "Oh, no you don't," he said, grabbing her and tossing her on the bed.

Her laughter made him pounce on top of her and remove her top quickly. She looked up at him, whiskey-gold gaze under the brightening sunlight. It had to be closer to noon than morning. The look in her eyes stopped him for a moment. What did she see in his?

"I said you could take pictures of my property, not of me."

Her arms circled around his neck and shoulders, her fingers playing with his hair. "I'll delete them, if you want." She would too, if he asked. He shook his head. "I meant what I said. They're for my eyes only."

"Not sure if it really matters. I think everybody sees my scars." Where that had come from, he wasn't sure, but it was the truth.

Her eyes softened, but lost none of the happiness within them. "You wear them sometimes as a mask, Edward, but only the ones closest to you truly feel them." He knew that, despite the fact that his parents hadn't visibly seen his scars; something he insisted on once he was stateside years earlier.

"And that includes you," he said, not as a question, but as a simple fact.

"Yes," she said cautiously, pressing her lips on his. She repeated the word a few times, until he deepened the kiss. Edward had to work to keep from getting out of control as usual the moment he had Bella naked beneath him. Something inside of him wanted to take his time and savor, so he did. Repeatedly, he brought her to the brink, only to pull back and start all over again. He worked her with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, until her thighs trembled.

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