FreshSqueezedLemons

Edward’s low, frantic voice was at my ear; he was trying to pull me back, trying to tell me not to attack Jasper. We were at the edge of the field, just where the springy ferns had started to grow, as far away from Jasper but still in sight of Renesmee.

"Please, Bella, love, please," Edward begged again and again, as he tried to make me sit down and relax.

A feral snarl ripped through my chest.

I only planned to take Renesmee away, with Edward, running through the forest, cradling her against my chest. I would have kept Edward and her away from Jasper, and I would fight Jasper if needed. But, if I did, Alice would probably never talk to me again.

"Shh, Bella, shh," Edward kept chanting.

I tried to dive forward, to grab Renesmee, but Edward’s arms caught me, he and didn’t let me go. I struggled against his arms, and broke free seconds later. I lunged toward Renesmee again, and crashed into Edward, - the collision sounded like thunder - but he caught me before I could be hurled to the ground.

"Emmet, come here and hold her," he called, with me struggling again.

Emmet was there in a flash, and Edward was passing me to him, and Edward was back where Emmet was, holding Jasper.

"Bella," Emmet sighed in frustration, "Nessie will be fine, we won't let anyone hurt her." He promised. I broke free of his arms then, and he caught me back in them. He finally made me sit down; I jumped up, and he pushed me down again.

"Edward!" Emmet called, and Edward looked up, "I don’t think she’ll calm down; she keeps trying to get away . . ." he complained, eyes grave.

Edward sighed, and only said, "Carlisle . . ."

Just then Carlisle was there, crouching next to me.

"Bella, don’t worry. I'll hold Jasper while Edward gets Renesmee; then you, Edward, and she can go home." His face was solemn as he put his hand on my shoulder.

Still shaking, I looked at Edward, and he nodded, looking at Emmet; Emmet let me go. He traded places with Edward, and Edward stood me up, and held up one finger for me to wait. I stood there, with Carlisle’s firm hand still on my arm, as Edward walked to Esme, touched her arm, and she surrendered Renesmee to him. He turned, with Renesmee safely in his arms, and walked toward me.

He nodded again at Carlisle, and then Carlisle and Esme were with the others, surrounding Jasper. Edward caught my arm in his hand with an unreadable look, and pulled me harshly into the forest. He ran with Renesmee cradled tightly in his right arm, and still dragging me next to him.

He kept towing me until we reached my car; he let go of my arm, opened the passenger door, took me by the waist, carefully set me in the car, and put Renesmee on my lap. He slammed the door, and slammed his own before he started the car. He drove quickly, quicker than usual; the speedometer read a hundred and forty-two. He just growled under his breath; none of it was intelligible, but they weren’t words.

I might as well have been doing the exact same – Renesmee moved from leaning against me to just sitting up, staring at both of us, uneasily.

After what seemed like an eternity of unfathomable growling, Edward stopped the car.

We were at our house, and Edward was already hopping out of the car. He gently grabbed Renesmee from my lap, and held out his hand for me.

I looked down as I took it, feeling ashamed of how I acted, and angry that I didn’t even get to hit Jasper.

As furious as he seemed to be, he still cradled me next to him after he put Renesmee to bed. I warily set my head against his still bare chest, and he pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around me, rubbing my back in a comforting way. I kept my eyes open, only blinking, until he laughed; I winced.

"You keep blinking," he laughed again, "your eyelashes tickle,"

I looked at where my eye was – it was on his shoulder – and looked up at him. He was smiling tenderly at me. His jet black eyes still managed to smolder, even after he had turned the lights off.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, my voice quavering.

"You're apologizing? For what?" he asked, still smiling.

I opened my mouth to answer, but there was no sound.

He laughed again, and pulled my face to his. It was only when his lips moved from my lips to my neck that I could find my voice.

"Wait," I whispered.

He pulled his head up, staring at me suspiciously. I liked what he was doing, but I needed to get something straight first. His head slowly tilted to the side, and I couldn’t hear his breath.

"Why?" his eyebrows knit together. "I know you’d like to,"

His mouth was on mine then, not waiting for an answer. He gingerly rolled on top of me, his hands clutching me close. I unwillingly moved my hands from his hair to his chest, and pushed myself away from him. Immediately, he unlocked his grip on my waist, and slid to the edge of the bed, away from me.

"I want answers first," I demanded, my voice sounding stronger than I thought. "Why aren’t you mad at me? I wanted to kill Jasper just a short while ago! You should be angry at me for wanting to kill your brother; I would if I was you! I actually thought of fighting him! I would have –"

He interrupted me then by laughing.

"It’s not funny!" I snapped. I was just about to say something when he slid closer and put his finger gently on my lips, quieting me as I stared into his warm, smoldering eyes.

"I would be mad at me," I muttered beneath his finger.

He removed his finger from my lips and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Bella," he spoke quietly, tenderly. "I could never be mad at you, even if you did kill Jasper or Alice or even Carlisle; I would mourn, of course, but I would never be mad at you. I love you too much to. You are my world. How could I be angry at my world?" he moved his hands to the sides of my face. "I love you. Nobody else but you matters to me. I care about my family, but not as much as you. Your bond with me is too strong to be broken." He smiled. "I’m just as messed up about you as you are to me.

"But, now I can’t just care about you. Now I have two people to love. You and Renesmee. Now you both matter to me, but I could never decide who matters the most. You mattered first though; I will always love you, and never be mad at you."

"But what if I want you to?"

He dropped his hands, and leaned toward me, he dazzled my eyes.

"I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. I promise. Never." His voice sung the promise in every word, his breath tantalizing my brain.

I looked into his eyes and saw no trace of anything but sincerity. I took a deep breath and crawled back onto his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his face into my hair.

"I love you," I murmured into his chest.

He chuckled once, and pulled me closer.

"But I still need one more thing," I muttered, instantly wishing I hadn’t.

"What?"

"Forget it. Never mind." I persisted, biting my lip.

He pulled back to stare at me. "No, tell me," he breathed.

I shook my head stubbornly.

"Tell me, please." he insisted, with this silky, irresistible, pleading voice.

I knew he would just give me a threat next, so I complied.

"How could you fall in love with me though? Someone as godlike and as beautiful as you," he raised an eyebrow at my word choice, "I still don’t understand. You shouldn’t be messing around with someone like me. . . . I mean, like, Carlisle and Esme, Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmet; they're all perfect couples. You and me, we’re like total opposites – I mean, you're this beautiful, graceful, amazing, interesting creature, and I’m this. . ." as I spoke, his hands fell.

"Didn’t you hear anything I told you a minute ago?" I should’ve kept my mouth shut; this upset him greatly.

"I’m sorry," I apologized. I was sure I ruined the whole moment.

But, Edward pulled me into a ball against his chest with his right arm, and with the other lifted my chin up and stared into his eyes.

"I love you. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing." He assured me, and pulled my face to his.

Our intensity grew quickly, our breathing starting to race, and my fingers moved from his hair down to his chest, tracing the lines of every muscle on his perfect stomach as he moved his hands to rip my shirt off, my bra as well. As my hands reached the zipper of his pants, and felt his rock-hard erection, I pulled the zipper down, ripping the pants and boxers in the process.

I wanted him now more than ever. he had to save me from this sadness and rage... and possibly even guilt- I actually could only make out those emotions, because I could only think of him when he was like this with me. My savior.

He ripped my pants off along with my panties as he rolled on top of me again. I reached down and stroked his cock, and reached farther to fondle his balls. He growled in pleasure and kissed my lips again before entering me. My back arched and I pressed myself to him as he started to thrust.

It was fast, very fast at first, and very strong. It felt like he went deeper and deeper in me with every thrust.