The Edge

Fuzzy Wuzzy Wonderland

Summary: The morning after

Bella moaned contentedly and stretched before snuggling back into the solid body behind her, a smile spreading across her lips as she breathed in deeply, Alice's wonderful scent blossoming through her.

Bella's hand moved to cover the arm Alice had thrown over her waist. She was still smiling and didn't think that she was about to stop anytime soon. All she could think about was the fact that she had made love with Alice Cullen, that it had been incredible and mind-blowing and tender and amazing and a dozen other things she didn't have words to express, and that now she was waking up in her arms.

Life was good.

"So, you're finally awake," Alice said softly, her lips brushing against Bella's shoulder, as she wrapped her arm around Bella's waist more firmly, tugging her back into her body. A rumbling purr accompanied the motion, and Bella smiled again delighting in the delight that Alice seemed to get from holding her.

"I don't know about that," Bella murmured softly. "I may still be asleep. This is all too wonderful. I can't quite believe that I'm not dreaming," she continued, enjoying as Alice's soft laughter drifted towards her ear, cool breath tickling her flesh as it did.

Although, Bella thought, the fact that she was happy and smiling should have been enough to tell her that she wasn't dreaming. Over the past five months her dreams had more often than not been nightmares, and she had begun to dread climbing into bed at night, knowing that only lonely, desperate, terrifying images would await her.

Bella squeezed Alice's hand, and closed her eyes again, concentrating on the feel of Alice's body behind her, the sensation of her breath on her neck, and the lovely scent surrounding her.

She didn't want to think about nightmares lying in bed naked with Alice.

"I could pinch you," Alice offered playfully, her fingers beginning to tease Bella's stomach.

"I'd rather you kiss me," Bella said, shifting in Alice's arms so that she was facing her lover.

"That is a much more sensible course of action," Alice agreed happily, and she leaned forward, brushing her lips against Bella's softly at first, and then with more pressure as Bella pressed closer to her, her hand caressing Alice's hip and back.

Bella moaned softly, her hands anxiously kneading Alice's flesh as she pushed her body against the vampires, releasing a pleasant hum a moment later when Alice caught her drift and allowed herself to be pushed back onto the mattress.

Bella leaned over the raven-haired beauty, taking control of the kiss. Her hands moved to Alice's front as her tongue slipped between her lips, her fingers running over Alice's stomach experimentally before they began to dance up Alice's ribcage and her hand cupped her breast.

Alice purred, her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick at Bella's chin. The spontaneous, desperate show of affection made Bella shiver, and she pressed her mouth back to Alice's, hips pressing down into Alice's body when the vampire moaned as her thumb began to move over her nipple.

Bella's hips shifted impatiently, a whimper escaping from her as her hand palmed Alice's breast alternating between squeezing and massaging it, and rubbing her thumb over her nipple and rolling the hard nub between her fingers. Alice's small breast fit her hand perfectly, the weight of it sending constant shivers through Bella's body.

Bella kissed Alice again, her free hand running aimlessly over Alice's body, exploring with an almost feverish intensity. The thought flashed through Bella's mind that she needed more hands. She wasn't touching enough of Alice, not nearly enough. She needed more. She wanted to ...