The Adventures Of A Fuller Brush Man

Dropping to the ground, I pushed my body as close to the earth as possible. The smell of sulfur permeated the air as the bombs dropped, hitting their intended targets.


I clutched my helmet harder.


I lifted my head only a fraction – enough to see the plumes of smoke moving closer and closer.


My whole unit was completely exposed, and we wouldn't have a chance to get to safety before we were hit.


The deafening explosion was so close I could feel the earth rumble as the bombs hit.


"Move! Move! Move!" the unit leader bellowed as it became clear they were moving closer.


Picking up my weapon, I ran, desperately trying to reach the edge of the field where I knew a small water ditch lay.


The screams and cries for help sounded in my ears. I knew I should keep running to safety, but I couldn't ignore my brothers.


Turning around, I realized why they had been screaming; one by one they were engulfed in smoke as the bombs fell all around them.


A few ran past, grabbing onto me, pulling me with them.


We almost made it.


When the searing pain hit my legs, I looked to my right. A soldier whose name I couldn't remember had taken the worst of it.


His body lay in pieces.


I fell and waited for the next bomb to finish me off, knowing anything to stop the burning pain would be a godsend.


The soft grass was welcome; at least I hadn't landed in something disgusting or uncomfortable.


I always wondered what my last moments on this earth would be. I was surprised by how peaceful I felt as I drifted into unconsciousness.

~I~I~I~

"Hey, man, wake up." I awoke to a finger pushing into my arm.


"What the hell?" My heavy lids fought against the intruding voice.


"Yeah, that was exactly my reaction when you started yellin' in your sleep. Scared me good, too."


My lids finally cooperated, and I opened them to see Emmett McCarty standing over my bed.


"What was I saying this time?" I tried to appear nonchalant, but I really was embarrassed. I had hoped this would be a relatively short-lived problem, but I couldn't shake the nightmares.


"The usual. Most of the time I can wake you, but you were pretty far gone. Sorry about poking at your arm." He looked concerned and apologetic.


"Thank you, Emmett. I'm sorry for scaring you."


He nodded, walking back over to his bed and lay down.


I stared up at the ceiling, something I had done countless times in the last six months.


Six months of surgeries, therapy and boredom.


I had repeatedly requested to be re-enlisted, but my request was denied every time. I had a theory, but I couldn't bring myself to fight it. No doubt my father had pulled every string he could think of to make sure I stayed safely in the United States.


I should've been grateful, instead I felt sick and useless.


"Emmett?" I called out.


"Yeah?" he replied.


"What will you do now that your time in the military is over?"


I waited, listening for his response, but all I heard was a heavy sigh. "I don't know," he whispered. "What about you?"


I thought about it for a moment. If my dad were to get his way. I would be off to law school to be groomed to take over his firm. A Masen had been at the helm of Masen Law Firm for the past three generations. When I joined the army, my father's disappointment was palatable. In fact, I had never seen him so angry. He'd tried everything of course, tempting me with everything he could think of to get me to change my mind. When it was apparent he would not get his way, he relented, but not before promptly cutting me off. I was his only son, but he would not support me financially if my judgment was so poor. My mother pleaded with him, but to no avail. I shipped out, with only my mother at the train station to wish me farewell.


It hadn't taken long for him to regret his words. I wasn't sure if it was my mother or his conscience, but I received a letter a month later, asking me to forgive him and to be safe.


"I don't know either. Maybe we can figure something out."


The light switched on, and Rosie, our nurse, came in to check on us before the end of her shift.


"You boys all right?" she questioned, before promptly checking our bandages and wounds for infection.


"Just fine, ma'am." Emmett grinned.


"Well, your wounds are looking clean. I suspect you'll be going home soon, soldier boy," she said, smiling.


"Really?" He said, his eyes alight.


She laughed; the sound was happy and carefree. "With dimples like that you'll have all the ladies lining up for a shot with you. Better keep that secret weapon for the good ones."


She moved over to me, and I laughed at Emmett's stunned face. It took a lot to shock him. "Private, yours are looking better too, and may I say, you're lucky. When you came in, I thought you wouldn't last more than a few days."


"I don't remember much after being basically blown up," I admitted.


"I'm not surprised. They patched you up as best they could, and once you were stable enough to travel, they flew you home. It's a hard part of war, seeing all you boys go out fresh faced only to see you come back with scars both inside and out," she sniffed a little.


"Well, ma'am, getting to see your pretty face all the time has more than made up for it. Perhaps you'll let me repay you by allowing me to buy you dinner?"


She turned to look at Emmett. I smirked, knowing this couldn't end well. Rosalie Hale, for all her beauty, was a smart, intelligent, compassionate woman who made it a point to tell every charge in her care that she did not date soldiers.


"Those dimples," she said, sighing. "They'll be the death of me, I swear it."


Emmett and I looked at one another. I swear my jaw fell to the floor, and though she hadn't said yes, it was close enough.


Finally finding his voice, Emmett cleared his throat, "Is that a yes, then?"


She nodded her head. "Yes, but I swear to you... you'll be sorry if you make me regret it." Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes held a warning.


Emmett audibly gulped, "Yes, ma'am."


"That's right," she said with a wink in my direction.


Rosie left, and I laughed at Emmett's still shocked face.


"I guess we better get serious about finding work, then."


He turned back to me and nodded his head enthusiastically.

~I~I~I~

"You found anything yet?" Emmett asked as we walked along the street.


I shook my head. My job search had been very frustrating.


"I told you. You need to be less picky."


Rolling my eyes at him, I chose to ignore the comment.


"Do you mind if we make a quick stop at Duncan's? I haven't read a new book in ages."


"Sure, I'm not suppose to meet Rosie until six."


The bell chimed above the door when we entered. I perused the shelves of books, looking for something I hadn't already read. I suppose I was just desperate for a distraction. I turned my head to see where Emmett had wandered to and spotted him looking through several boxes of books marked as discounted. Curious to see what they contained, I joined him.


"Are you looking for anything in particular?" I asked, as I flipped through the various titles.


"Naw, I was thinking I would pick up a book for Rosie or her friend. I met her for the first time last week, she's a looker. I could see if she would be willing to..."


"No, thank you, Emmett. We can't all be as lucky as you."


"But Edward, she really is a beauty."


Sighing, I simply shrugged. "There has to be more to a woman than looks before I'm interested."


"Masen, don't be a bastard. She's a nurse, like Rosie."


"Maybe I'll consider it, after I've found a job."


I continued looking through the box, trying to ignore Emmett when he muttered, "Yeah, right," under his breath.


After exhausting all but one, I felt like I had wasted my time. Huffing, I gave in and went to the last box. There were a few classics I might be interested in. I pulled out a few and stopped when a thin, faded orange booklet fell to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, I was immediately embarrassed when I saw what was on the cover. A man in a very... intimate position with a woman. I felt my cheeks redden and I tried to return the book before Emmett noticed.


"Whatcha got there, Masen?" He tried to grab the booklet from me, but I quickly stuffed it back in the box.


"Nothing," I said, glaring.


"Oh, come on now, it had to have been something. You don't go that red over nothing."


Knowing I wouldn't win, I handed it over. As expected, his reaction was followed by loud laughter and some low whistles.


"The Adventures of a Fuller Brush Man," he read dramatically. "Damn," he muttered. "This guy is one suave son of a gun."


I barked out a laugh. "I highly doubt anyone would really do such a thing, Emmett. It would be disrespectful."


"You do know this is a real company, right?"


"No, I didn't, but even so, I highly doubt they would want their employees seducing their customers."


"Are you serious?" he laughed. "Only you, Masen. In fact, I bet you wouldn't have the balls to approach a young lady and try to seduce her."


"It has nothing to do with balls. It's about respect," I retorted.


"Yeah, right. You're scared, admit it."


"I'm not scared," I hissed. Although he was partly correct, I would never dream of admitting that to him.


"Okay then. I'm issuing a challenge. One hundred bucks says you couldn't approach a woman like the salesman in this book, and do anything more than treat her like your mother."


"You're on," I said, before I could shut my mouth. What the hell was I thinking?


"This is going to be perfect," he crowed.

~I~I~I~

Day one...


Tugging on my collar, I cursed, for what was probably the hundredth time today, my stupid male pride. Why couldn't I have just handed him the hundred dollars and been done with it?


Because you would have never heard the end of it, that's why.


Getting the job had been the easy part. Telling my parents I was a traveling salesman was not.


My mother just stood there shocked, and my father's stormy expression told me all I needed to know. He was disappointed, and hurt.


Sighing, I got out of my car, again cursing my stupidity. If I made it through this bet, I would go to law school, finish my education and get on with my damn life.


I looked at the paper the office had given me. It had several addresses of people interested in buying our merchandise.


Locating number 103, I slowly walked up and knocked on the door.


Panicking, I almost turned and ran. What the hell was I doing?


No. I needed to do this, or I would never hear the end of it from Emmett.


I was beginning to think whoever lived here wasn't home. Relief began to set in.


I was just about to leave when the door opened.


Putting on my most charming smile, I held up my briefcase. "Good afternoon. My name is Edward Masen, I'm a salesmen for the Fuller Brush Company. May I give you a demonstration of our products?" I said, before really looking at the person on the other side.


"Oh, you look like such a nice young man. Won't you come in? My name is Mrs. Cope," said the elderly lady on the other side of the door.


"Thank you," I stuttered, overwhelmed with how stupid I felt.


I stumbled my way through my presentation, feeling like a heel for even approaching her door with such thoughts. Not mention a little sick.


"Can I be honest with you, Son? I really don't need anything right now. But if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you help me with something?" she asked hopefully.


"Certainly," I agreed much too quickly.


"Since my husband died I haven't been able to do much with my yard. It's too hard to push that mower, and my son lives to far away to help me all the time. Do you think you could manage that? I would pay you of course."


"I would be happy to help. No payments necessary."


She thanked me and showed me to the tool shed, where the mower was kept.


"You're such a nice boy. Your mother should be proud to have raised such an upstanding young man."


"Thank you."


I mowed the lawn, thinking I had done exactly what Emmett said I would. Granted the woman was ancient as the hills, but still. It wasn't in me to disrespect woman. I hadn't been raised that way. When I finished, Mrs. Cope thanked me and sent me on my way with a batch of cookies.


Day two...


After my previous day, I had gone home, ate, slept and regrouped. I knew today would be different.


It had to be.


This particular address was in a nicer part of town. So I was hopeful.


The sooner I got this bet over with the better.


Walking toward the front door, I felt more determined.


I can do this... I can do this... I can...


The door opened and a child with curly blond hair answered the door. "Momma, momma!" she exclaimed. "There is a man at the door."


"Irina!" A voice called out scolding the child. "Where are your manners?'


A tall beautiful woman came to the door, another child in her arms. "Hello, may I help you?" she greeted me.


I knew I was staring, and that it was very impolite, but I couldn't get over how tired she looked.


"I represent the Fuller Brush Company, do you have a few moments?"


"I do, but my children rarely give me much time. I hope you don't mind the noise."


She introduced herself as Tanya and showed me to the living room, and I went about setting up my things for the presentation. The little girl named Irina was very curious, and Tanya was constantly trying to quiet her. After getting through it, I asked if she had any questions. She shook her head. "Unless you can repair washing tubs, I don't think I need anything else at this time," she replied honestly.


"Washing tub?"


"My husband is in Europe – he is a major in the Army. The washing tub broke not long after he left, and I have had to wash all of our clothes by hand. With the shortage of men, there isn't really anyone who knows how to fix it."


"I can give it a try. I am not familiar with the machine, but I would be happy to lend a hand."


"Really? Oh, thank you!"


I followed her to the back of the house, where the washing tub was kept. After looking it over, I discovers an unusual looking item wedged into the motor. Carefully I reached in to the compartment and pulled out a small object. When I looked closer, I realized it was a toy solider.


"I think I found the source of the problem. It appears a brave soldier was caught in the gears."


I looked at Irina, who was now hiding behind her mother's skirt. "Irina! No wonder. How many times have I told you not to stuff those in places?"


The girl looked sad and apologized to her mother.


Sensing it was time to leave, I asked if there was anything else. When she said no and offered to pay me, I declined.


Sitting in my car, I felt stupid for not just kicking my pride to corner and calling off this stupid bet.


Day Three...


Nothing much to report since it went much like the previous two days.


Day Four...


I had a lady set some dogs on me after I tried and failed to touch her arm. She had threatened to call the police, and I ran faster than I ever thought possible.


Day Five...


I had decided to give up. My pride had already taken a larger beating than if I had just conceded in the first place.


I approached Rosie's house, where I was suppose to meet Emmett, and rang the bell. I realized I hadn't changed out of my suit and felt even more dejected.


The door opened, and I was met by a beautiful brunette. She was wearing the same uniform that all the nurses wore at the hospital I had been to.


"Afternoon, Miss. I'm supposed to meet my friend Emmett and his girlfriend Rosie here," I asked, hoping I had the right house.


"I'm afraid I'm the only one at home for the moment. You're welcome to come in and wait," she offered politely.


I accepted gratefully and followed her into the house. She invited me to sit and offered to get me a drink. I declined politely, stating that I would wait.


Excusing herself to finish getting ready for work, I realized she lived here. In my stupor I had not asked her name.


When she returned, I seized the opportunity to introduce myself. "Miss, I apologize for being rude. My name is Edward Masen."


"Oh?" she questioned. It seemed like she wanted to say more, but instead she continued to look at me. "And may I ask what it is you do?"


"I am a traveling salesman for the Fuller Brush Company."


She got up and walked behind me. I sat in the chair, unsure if I was supposed to follow.


Suddenly, a pair of hands reached around to my tie. She gave a playful tug and whispered, "I've always had a thing for a man in a suit. And you cut a very nice picture."


I looked down, realizing she had loosened my tie and was slipping it from my shirt.


Swallowing, I remained frozen. What was going on?


Her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. One by one, exposing my chest.


When the shirt was half-open she tugged on my jacket, slipping it from my arms.


Returning to my shirt, she was silent except for the shallow breath in my ear.


I closed my eyes, trying to figure out if this was a dream. It had to be, I had never felt this aroused in my entire life. And she smelled heavenly. No, this had to be a dream.


"My, my, you are a very nice looking specimen. I may have to keep you," she said as she toyed with my belt.


It was then I realized she had removed my shirt as well.


I felt her move and saw a playful sway in her hips as she sauntered around the sofa to face me.


With deviating calm, she reached behind her back drawing down the zipper of her uniform. My eyes widened, as I realized what she was doing.


My mouth was too dry to speak, and so only a strangled groan came tumbling from my lips.


She smirked and let the dress fall to her feet.


I admit that during my time in France I had kissed and even touched a few women, but it had been more fumbling than anything. I had never actually seen a woman undressed before.


She wore a simple satin brazier, and garters and stockings and... nothing else. Reaching behind her back again, she removed her brazier, tossing it on the floor.


Merciful heaven, she was trying to kill me. No, I was trying to kill me since this was nothing more than a dream.


Before I could decide if this was indeed a dream or a fantasy or both, the brunette was straddling me. She made quick work of my belt and began tugging on the zipper of my pants. In my lust-induced haze, I finally came to my senses and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.


If this was only a dream, I had developed a damn good imagination.


"What is your name?" I asked stupidly. If I was going to finally lose my virginity, I damn well wanted to know her name, dream or not.


She leaned forward and kissed me hard. All I could do was respond, forgetting my previous question.


With my zipper down, she pulled my pants out of the way.


Settling above me, she swept her warm... wet... wait, was this really happening?


The next minute she lifted her bottom, bringing herself down onto my erection. Her hands held onto my shoulders as she sighed contentedly and began moving.


If my thoughts could have been categorized into a song, the tune would have been nothing but a jumbled rhythm of ups and downs.


Well, if this was a dream I was going to damn well enjoy it... well I was going to try.


It's not like I really knew what I was doing. After all, I had no idea how my imagination could conjure up something so explicit.


"You seem confused, Edward," she whispered to me. When I didn't answer she stopped, a look of concern crossed her face. "I assumed... you do want this right?"


"Yesss," I said in a strangled tone. "I'm just confused that my subconscious would dream up something so real. Perhaps I sustained more damage than I previously thought."


Her laughter was light, and the smile on her face eased my concern. She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You are not dreaming. I am very much real, and... I'm going to make your fantasy unforgettable."


I told my mind to shut the hell up and just enjoy what was happening. I would deal with the consequences later.


I watched her beautiful brown curls bounce as she rode me. The sensations I was feeling were new, and I was not able to control the urge to meet her every thrust. Too soon, an overwhelming feeling began building in my abdomen, and when she cried out my name I lost it, releasing inside of her.


Both of us were quiet for a moment, trying to catch our breath. Leaning toward me, she rested her forehead on mine and smiled. "My name is Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you."


Once we had righted our clothing, we spent the next hour talking about ourselves. I learned she was Rosie's roommate. I confessed to her that Emmett had been trying to set us up, and that's when she confessed she had known about our bet. Since she had wanted to ask me out for quite some time, she had convinced those two to give her a couple of hours.


I was shocked, and all she could do was laugh.


"You must think I'm a downright hussy, but I had no intention of doing anything beyond talking. I guess you bring out the best in me," she said, grinning.


The door opened, and Emmett and Rosie came in with apprehensive smiles on their faces.


Emmett took one look at me, blinked, and groaned loudly.

"Dammit, Rosie, I owe him a hundred bucks."

"Take cover, boys! Another raid is coming through!"

29. The Joining of Two Hearts

Pemberley, May 1814


I gathered my wife in my arms, holding her close to me. Darkness had fallen, and the only light surrounding us was the faint flickering of the lanterns lining the railing. The cool air swept across our faces as we sat on terrace. Looking toward the heavens, we gazed at the sea of stars, which seemed to have no ending.


"It is beautiful tonight, Edward."


"It is indeed, Mrs. Masen."


"Mrs. Masen, is it?" she said with a teasing tone. "After all the trouble you went to for me to call you Edward."


"I admit there is something about calling you Mrs. Masen," I whispered into her ear "that never fails to stir me."


She smiled wistfully. "I can scarcely believe it has been half a year since we married. It feels like only yesterday."


I gently caressed her arms, enjoying the way her hair flowed freely down her shoulders. It had taken some persuading, but I finally got her to agree to wear her hair down whenever we were alone.


"Isabella, it has been many years since I have felt this content. I followed the path laid before me without really caring about my destination."


She held me tighter, and I kissed her head, reassuring her.


"I would often sit here as a boy with my father, looking at the heavens. He told me no matter how quickly time passed, the stars were always a constant. As I grew older I would come out alone. I found some sense of solace, but as the years came and went, I felt so alone."


I looked down at her and saw she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. "No tears, my love. Time it seems has no meaning now. For I have you."


She smiled and grasped my hair, pulling me to her. "Do you recall our first night as man and wife?" she whispered.


"Of course." I grinned; it was a night I would never forget.


~I~I~I~


London, November 1813


Pacing impatiently outside the door to our adjoining chambers, I could no longer wait. I finally resolved to fetch her myself. Quietly, I opened the door to her chambers and went in search of my wife. Her chamber was quiet as I walked across the darkened space toward her dressing room. She was seated at her dressing table, her maid fashioning her long curls into a knot upon her head.


"I thought it was impolite for gentlemen to lurk in doorways, Sir?" she teased.


The maid finished and looked at me, surprised. "That will be all, Sarah. The Mistress will not need you until morning."


"Very good, Sir." the maid curtsied and excused herself quickly.


Isabella tried to stifle her giggle. "Oh, Edward, you mustn't frighten the poor girl. She was only doing her job."


I grinned wolfishly. "She was interfering with my intended goal, which is getting you alone."


She laughed. "So, Sir, you have me alone. Whatever will you do with me?"


I smirked. "Let me escort you, dear wife, and I shall show you exactly what I plan to do with you."


"Edward," she whispered as we entered my chambers.


Startled by the sudden change in her mood, I looked at my wife. "Isabella, what is wrong?"


"May I sit for a moment?" she asked quietly.


"Certainly, my love, may I offer you a glass of wine?"


"Please, Edward."


I poured her a drink and was becoming more alarmed when her fingers trembled as she took the glass of wine. Kneeling down at her chair, I sought to offer what comfort I could. "Are you ill, my love?"


She sighed, "I am... not sure."


"Not sure?" I responded confused.


"I spoke with... well that is to say, my mother came to my room last night and spoke of..." She paused, taking a deep breath. Her cheeks burned, and I tried to understand what her mother could have possibly said to discompose Isabella to such a degree.


"She told me what to expect in my duty as your wife," she finally managed to choke out.


My eyes were wide, and for once,I was completely speechless! I could not imagine having such a mortifying experience with one's parent. Even more so, I could not imagine what Mrs. Swan would have told her.


"If you require more time, I can wait. I would never force you in any way."


Placing her glass on the table, she took my hands. "No, Edward, it is my duty."


I groaned. There was that retched word again!


"Is that what you feel? That coming to my bed is only out of duty?" I tried to mask the hurt l felt, but it was impossible.


"Of course not, but is that not what is expected of a good wife?"


"I had hoped between us it would be so much more. Can you tell me what your mother told you?"


She blushed again, a deep crimson this time. "She told me to lie very still, and that it would hurt. And after you found your... satisfaction, you would leave me for your own bed. She also said that if I was fortunate, I would conceive soon and you would not bother me for some time."


I blinked several times, trying to understand what she had just said. The picture her mother created was grim indeed. I confess, if such were the case, I would be unhappy.


"Do you feel that this is what you want?" My heart broke at such a thought.


"I... I feel too much, Edward. Such an arrangement feels so cold."


Letting out a breath of relief, I rose to my feet and helped Isabella from the chair, leading her to my bed.


Taking her in my arms, I began kissing her slowly at first as we stood, intertwined by the bed.


"There is so much more, my love," I promised.


I had never before felt so alive, and I knew it was all because of the beautiful woman before me.


I reached for the pins holding her hair and pulled them out one by one. I watched in awe as a dark wave of hair fell about her shoulders.


I swept a wayward curl from her face, looking into her eyes. I saw so much love and longing it gave me hope. Bringing her lips to mine, I kissed her with abandon.


In my urgency I pushed her against the bed, the mattress against her knees causing her to fall backward.


I swallowed thickly at the image of my wife lying on my bed, her hair splayed out on the mattress.


Settling myself down next to her, I took the liberty of exploring her body, and with extra care I loosened each ribbon which held her robe in place. As I gently pushed it open, I gasped. The nightgown underneath was completely sheer.


I looked up at my bride who had looked away, no doubt embarrassed.


"Isabella, what is wrong?"


"I have never been so exposed, Edward. This is all so new to me."


"Does my touch frighten you?" I ran my fingers along her exposed flesh.


She shivered at my touch, "Not at all. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Does that not make me wanton?"


"No, I confess I am delighted you enjoy it. There is no shame in taking pleasure from the love I show you."


Raising her up, I assisted her in discarding her robe. The nightgown left nothing to the imagination. Wanting to feel her completely, I removed the gown.


She took hold of my shirt and drew it over my head. Not wanting to frighten her, I lay her back down before she could remove my breeches. We explored each other's bodies, with gentle kisses. Soon an urgency began to build, as my hands wandered up and down her naked flesh.


My hand sought her breast, and I marveled at how soft they felt. A soft moan escaped her lips, which only served to urge me further.


She felt amazing.


I felt her hand graze my breeches and hissed as she sought to remove them.


"I fear you will have to assist me, Edward. I am not familiar with removing men's clothing."


I undid the latch which secured the breeches. Sitting up, I discarded the last impediment of clothing and returned to her quickly. Isabella's face flushed as she stared at my arousal.


She blinked, and her eyes darkened. I gathered her close, feeling her body shiver, in what I hoped was desire and not fear.


I kissed her longingly, resuming my exploration of her body.


With my desire whipped into a frenzy, I could no longer wait.


"I am no longer afraid, Edward. Please my love, make me yours," she breathed.


With the utmost care, I placed her on her back, rolling atop her body.


My entire body trembled as I entered my wife for the first time. There were no words to describe such a heady sensation.


I never took my eyes from hers as I slowly guided myself inside. A small wince of pain appeared on her face, and I felt her fingers dig into my back. I whispered apologizes to her.


Over and over, telling her of my love.


Soon her expression smoothed, and she smiled.


I remained close to her while being mindful not to crush her with my weight. I kissed her with a need that matched my movements – slow and sensual.


Isabella gasped and raised her hips. Suddenly, I was even deeper than I had been before.


It was too much. The feelings consumed me. I was overwhelmed.


I could feel the tension in my lower body begin to build. I clung to her, desperately trying to hold on before the waves of desire swept me away.


Each crest began to build, higher and higher until it peaked, sending my body into a fevered state.


I lost myself in her, shuddering violently and crying out in my release. Completely spent, I collapsed on her, trying to regain my breath. I rolled onto my back and pulled her to me. We lay there, holding each other, both incapable of words.


"Edward, I had no idea one could experience such feelings."


I knew there was so much more she would experience. "This is only the beginning, my Isabella."

~I~I~I~

"I do remember, with clarity. Has it not improved with time, my love?"


She laughed quietly, "It has indeed. In fact, I was beginning to think you were never going to let me out of the house!"


I groaned, "That ball was a complete waste of time. I would have preferred to stay home with you."


"Really?" she questioned. "I was under the impression you enjoyed yourself."


"Dancing with you is always a pleasure, my dear. The rest however, I could have done without."


"Of what are you speaking, Edward? You were happy."


"I was, my love, but the constant stares by men who thought they had the right to gaze upon your person was infuriating."


"The waltz was incredible, was it not?" she whispered.


I closed my eyes, recalling the evening.


The ballroom had been sweltering. As usual, entirely too many people had been invited. I found myself walking through the crowds, my wife on my arm... enjoying myself.


I knew if Emmett had been here he would have joyfully proclaimed that at last I had given up my hiding spot to join the living.


Leading my wife to the dance floor, I could not help but smile at my cleverness. In an attempt to secure her to myself for the night I had taken the liberty of filling her dance card with my name. By doing so I ensured that should she be asked she could decline in good conscience. As for myself, it was a selfish motive for which I was not the least sorry.


The music began, and I was momentary surprised. I had only danced the waltz a handful of times because of the scandal associated with dancing so close to one's partner it was usually avoided. Isabella looked confused for a moment. "Edward, what dance is this?"


I grinned and took her hand, leading her. "It is called the Waltz, my love."


"I thought it was considered scandalous," she whispered.


"Well then, my dear, would you like to stop?" I punctuated my statement by moving my body closer to hers.


Stunned, her eyes widened. "No... Edward," she replied.


Grasping her waist tighter, I leaned in, "You realize that having you this close is driving me to distraction?" I whispered.


She snaked her hand up my arm toward my face, stroking it lovingly she replied. "If it is anything compared to what it is doing to me then we are even."


The next spin she leaned in even closer, brushing her breasts against my chest. "Minx!" I hissed.


Her laugh was beautiful, and I could only smile. "Who, me?" she replied innocently. I could only shake my head, she knew exactly what she was doing.


"You were lovely as I recall, not to mention a minx," I teased.


"You didn't seem unhappy at the time."


"Not unhappy, Isabella, I was having a very difficult time maintaining my composure."


She stood and leaned against the railing. "It is so peaceful here. I truly love it."


I joined her there, holding her. "I am very happy to hear you say that, Isabella."


"Edward," She pulled away from my arms and looked at me through her lashes, "I am feeling tired, perhaps I ought to retire."


Alarmed, I looked at her. "Let me assist you."


"Assist me with what?" she asked confused.


"To bed, Isabella."


"Oh... how very convenient." She smiled and leaned in, kissing my cheek. Her lips lingered only a moment before she turned on her heel and ran into the house. I stood there for a moment until I realized what had happened.


"Minx!" I exclaimed as I ran after her.


I was able to catch her easily, one of the benefits of my large frame. I lifted her over my shoulder and ran for my chambers.


"Edward Masen! Put me down this instant!" She pounded my back.


Her pleas only drove me faster.


It felt like I couldn't reach her room fast enough.


"Isabella, you issued a challenge. I only hope you are ready for me."


She gave me no answer but for a soft moan.


When I finally reached my chambers, I carefully lifted her to the floor. We seized each other immediately, trying desperately to remove our clothing.


When we finally were free, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I asked her if she wanted me to touch her.


I needed her; the desire which had been building all evening was too much.


She nodded, and I began caressing her. With slow, tender strokes I ran my fingers up and down her soft skin. In the past months I had memorized every part of her body. The connection I felt was more than I could ever describe, more intimate than I ever thought possible.


It was as if not only our bodies connected but our souls as well. I seemed to know what she wanted, even before she could tell me.


I gave her all the pleasure I could, for she deserved nothing less.


I told her how she had changed me, how her beauty and mind were exactly what I had been looking for.


Her eyes never left mine as we moved together.


Our climax was long, slow and gentle.


~I~I~I~


Pemberley, August 1814


"When is Alice due to arrive, Edward?" she called to me.


I pulled back on Blackjack, bringing him from a canter to a trot. Turning to look at my wife, I said, "I believe we have several hours before her arrival."


She looked beautiful astride her horse. When we had reached Pemberley, she had asked me if I could teach her to ride. Although she had some experience riding, I suspected she wanted to be able to accompany me on my various outings. I heartily agreed since I was loathe to be apart from her and knew she would need more instruction before I felt comfortable enough to bring her on some of the more difficult paths.


I smiled as she patted Pandora. Isabella had fallen in love with that horse from her first trip. When I presented her with the horse as her own, she had been as giddy as a child.


I laughed and told her of all the gifts I had given her; the animal had exacted the warmest reaction.


"Well my dear, you should know by now I am not a woman who can be bought with meaningless trinkets."


Truer words were never spoken.


"You seem very far away. Anything you wish to tell me?"


"I was just remembering your reaction when I gave you Pandora."


"Really, Edward, was it that extraordinary?"


I laughed. "It was indeed, my love, for I can safely say you are the only woman who would prefer a horse to jewelry."


She made a most amusing face. "I am not fond of jewelry." Her lips turned into a pout.


"It is sweltering today," I commented, grimacing as the sweat ran down my back. "It felt so much better when we were cantering, at least the wind made it seem so."


"I think Pandora could use a drink. Is there a stream near by?"


I looked around, and realized we were near one of the lakes on the upper side of the estate.


Kicking Blackjack into gallop, I took off for the lake. I knew Isabella could keep up, but I looked back never the less. She was close to catching me, and I chuckled at the persistent look she wore.


When I reached a narrow path, I slowed, ducking in many places to avoid low lying branches. The foliage was dense, and I questioned myself if this was the right direction I should have gone. However, a few moments later the trees opened up to a grassy clearing.


Up ahead a small lake was peacefully situated. Soft light filtered from the trees, providing some respite from the heat.


Everything was in full bloom; it was almost ethereal in its beauty.


I turned and saw Isabella jump from her horse. She walked slowly toward the bank of the pond and bent down to feel the water.


"It is perfect, Edward!"


I agreed and dismounted. We brought our horses over to drink. The refreshing water was sorely needed for all of us.


I took Pandora and tied her, along with Blackjack, to a nearby tree. When I turned, Isabella was seated on a fallen log.


She had removed her riding jacket and hat. Her hair was wind-swept, falling gently down her back. As I neared, I noticed she was removing her boots and…, to my torture, her stockings.


"What have you in mind, Madam?"


Turning to look, she smirked. "I feel like a swim, Sir. Would you care to join me?"


Without having to be told twice, I swiftly removed my jacket. "I certainly would, my love."


"Edward, would you assist me in removing my corset?" Her back was facing me, her head turned in my direction.


I swallowed the urge to take her right there.


Gently, I loosened the laces of her corset and watched as she slid out of the confines of her clothing. Only her chemise remained.


With a grin, she dove into the lake.


I watched as her body moved through the water. The delicate white fabric was now completely translucent, and floated around her body in a most appealing way. When she finally came up for air, I rid myself of the rest of my clothing and dove in.


I swam up behind her and quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back to me. Laughing softly, she let her head fall back onto my chest.


"I was wondering when you would join me. You seemed confused."


"Not confused, darling. Mesmerized would be a more accurate description."


Her hands reached behind to feel my body. I smirked when she found what she was seeking.


"I believe, Mrs. Masen, that you are wearing far too many clothes." I moved my hands from her waist, brushing her breasts as I made my way to the neckline of her wet garment. Grasping tightly with both hands, I tore the fabric down to her navel, and lowered us into the water. I reclined her onto my shoulder, giving me better access to her face and neck.


My hands roamed over her wet flesh, teasing it into goosebumps, as I trailed my way from her stomach to her breast.


I placed teasing kisses from her shoulder to her neck, licking and biting as I lost myself in this overwhelming passion which only seemed to grow.


"Edward, enough teasing," she moaned.


Tilting her forward, I teased her entrance, slipping back and forth as I prepared her for me.


"Now!" she cried.


I positioned myself and eased into her. The warmth of her body was such a contrast from the cool water. I couldn't control the guttural moan which fell from my lips. "Oh, Isabella..."


I moved within her, the tempo quickly increasing as each moan escaped her. The softness of her voice only served to urge me on. Her breasts splashed lightly as they bounced on the surface of the water. I could feel her tightening around me. "That's it, my Bella. Let yourself feel, my love."


The situation took on a feel of detached reality. Almost as if in another place and time what we were doing should have felt shameful, instead it felt perfect.


"Oh... Edward..." she cried out, as she reached her pleasure.


Not long after, I followed, gasping as my release filled her.


Utterly spent, I held onto her tightly, offering what comfort and strength I could in my embrace. Our breathing eventually calmed, and I cradled her to me. "I fear we must return to the house."


"Yes, it would not do to have Alice return to Pemberley with no one to welcome her," she said sadly.


I carried her from the water, setting her down gently. "Can I help you dress, darling?"


She shook her head, "I can manage."


"I don't understand the reason for so many undergarments." I held up the many pieces of her wardrobe.


"Is that why you are constantly ripping them? Do they offend you, Sir?" she teased.


"Of course. They cover your beautiful body."


With a playful laugh, she pulled her dress on, forgoing the complicated undergarments.


"You, Sir, are incorrigible. Shall we go greet your sister?"

~I~I~I~

It had taken much longer than I anticipated to ride back to Pemberley. By the time we had taken the horses to the stables and began making our way to the house, it was well past midday.


"I expect Alice has already arrived," I said to Isabella, who looked away, embarrassed.


"Edward, I am not wearing any of my undergarments. I will not greet your sister half dressed!" she cried.


"Hmm," I mused. "Perhaps we could sneak in the side door and make our way to our rooms by the back stair case."


"You, Sir, are a very devious man." She grinned.


We laughed together as we strolled up to the back door. I assisted her up to our rooms, and rang the bell for the servants to attend us. After I was dressed, I sent my man down to inform Alice I would be escorting Isabella down, and that we would join her shortly.


Knocking softly on the door to my wife's chambers, I entered. She was dressed and appeared ready to join me downstairs.


"Beautiful, as always,Mrs. Masen. I see you found your undergarments once more," I remarked with a slight grin.


"I did, and once again, Betsy asked what I had done to my clothes. You continue to cause me a great deal of embarrassment, Sir." She raised her eyebrow, as if to dare me to contradict her.


"I take full responsibility for anything that happens in regards to your wardrobe. I suppose it is a very good thing I am so rich and can afford to buy you new things."


She could only laugh as we walked downstairs together to meet my sister.


"Isabella!" My sister ran to greet my wife, practically pushing me out of the way as they embraced. They greeted one another warmly, and Alice took her hand to lead her to the nearest sofa. If I had not been so happy to see Alice so taken with Isabella I might have been offended that she completely ignored my presence.


Instead I watched and listened as the two women, who were dearer to me than any other, laughed and talked of what had happened in the time since they had last met.


It had been several months since Alice had been with us. After our time in London, she joined us at Pemberley. I was happy to have her home, and was shocked when after less than a fortnight she declared her wish to return to London. At first, I was confused and hurt that my sister would want to leave again so soon. But after a rather long conversation, Isabella told me she felt she was imposing and wanted to give us time alone. She also suspected with Jasper's imminent departure that Alice wanted to spend what time she could with him before he joined his regiment, bound for Spain.


His assignment was not unsurprising, yet I confess I feared for him. Many men never returned, and those who did were only a shell of their former-selves.


"Does he often stand and stare at you, Isabella?" Alice laughed, wrestling me from my thoughts.


"Not often, why?"


"Oh, well, he is doing a very good impression of a statue from our garden."


They both giggled, and I tried not to pout. "I see how it is. I never realized I could be so easily replaced."


"You, Sir, are quite pathetic when you do not get your way." Isabella teased.


"Well, I suppose that is my cue to leave you ladies alone and retreat to my study before dinner."


"Edward," Alice said, concerned.


But I held my hand up. "Alice, I am fine. I am happy you have found a friend in Isabella. I will see you two at dinner."


I had other reasons for retreating to my study. Since returning to Pemberley, I had been unable to tear myself away from my wife long enough to answer correspondence in a timely manner. It wasn't until my steward brought to my attention several disputes which were weeks old that I made the decision to set aside certain hours to deal with estate matters.


Smiling at my cleverness, I realized that by slipping away now I would be able to finish early.


After pouring through half a dozen reports and answering some letters from town, I felt exhausted. I looked at the time, and realized dinner was due to begin at any moment. Wanting to complete this final letter, I doubled my efforts. So engrossed in my work, I had not heard the door open or the light footsteps of my wife as she made her way behind me.


I felt her hands first, as they wound their way through my hair. Then slowly they made their way to my face and down my neck. The touch of her bare skin against mine always sent a shiver down my spine. I set down the quill and turned to look at her. Slowly, she reached for my hand and brought it to brush against her lips.


The sensations created by her nearness never ceased to amaze me. All I could do was smile like a fool.


"Will you escort me to dinner, my love?" she asked.


I picked her up, laughing as she playfully hit my arms asking to be released. I chuckled at her futile effort and continued carrying her all the way to the dining room. When we entered, I saw Mrs. Cope speaking with Alice, who was now looking at me like I was a lunatic. Mrs. Cope shook her head and patted Alice on the arm, "This is tame, my dear. Don't let your brother's stern countenance ever fool you again."


A wicked gleam shone in her eye, and I shook my head. "Where is Jasper when I need him? It seems all the females are conspiring against me, and it would only be fair if I had another male on my side."


Alice's face fell for a moment. "I forgot to tell you, he sends his regards, Edward."


I put Isabella down and went over to her. She held onto me tightly. "He will be alright. Jasper is a strong, brave man. He will come home to us."


She looked up, blinking away the tears in her eyes. "I know. Thank you brother."

~I~I~I~

Pemberley, December 1814


I watched out the window as the snow fell, covering the landscape in a gentle blanket of white. I was beginning to worry that the last of our party would be unable to navigate the roads. The Swans had arrived with Angela and Bree. I had received a letter from Riley explaining his regrets in not being able to attend due to his obligations.


My cousin Kate and her husband Garrett arrived not long after. I smiled as I thought back on the surprising letter I received from Rosings. It seemed my marriage not only prompted, but also gave Kate the courage to seek her own happiness. They seemed very much in love, and I was happy for them. For once, Lady Irina was rendered speechless as her daughter laid out in no uncertain terms her plans for her should she choose to object.


Alice remained with us at Pemberley, and she and Isabella became the closest of friends. She would often stumble upon us embracing in different places; she would only smile and walk in the opposite direction. We had not heard from Jasper other than through his superiors assuring us he was well. I looked forward to his return more for Alice's sake than my own.


This left Emmett, Rosalie, and their new daughter. I would not be surprised if they had decided to stop, rather than risk the child's health in this weather. Jane McCarty was born just ten months after her parents married, to the absolute pleasure of her parents and to the utter dismay of her aunts. The two women had never reconciled themselves to their brother's "disastrous marriage." A child only solidified the fact that they would not inherit any more than what their father set aside. The harpy had been so abusive in her comments toward Rosalie and Isabella that she was cut off completely.


"My dear, worrying will not bring them any faster." I closed my eyes and savored the feeling I always had when we were close.


I turned to hold her close to me, soothing her. "No, it will not, but I feel helpless here."


"You know that Emmett would not attempt the road if he felt it was too dangerous," she said quietly.


"True," I agreed. "How did you manage to slip away from our guests?" I was curious; since her mother had arrived she had been consuming all of Isabella's time.


"I suggested to Father that perhaps Mama could use some rest… and I had Mrs. Cope give her a draught in her tea," she admitted.


"Isabella Masen!" I gasped, shocked.


"Oh, Edward, don't act so shocked. She was acting like a manic, and add to that the worry over Rose and the child... I couldn't stand it any longer."


"You are devious, my dear. Does this mean when I displease you I will find myself passed out in my tea cup?"


"Perhaps." she grinned mischievously. "Oh, look Edward. They have arrived!" she exclaimed suddenly.


I looked out the window and saw Emmett assisting his wife down from the carriage. Several servants flocked to their aide. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Isabella.


As I looked at the woman who had brought so much happiness into my life, I saw in her eyes a love so complete and filled with devotion, I could scarcely breathe. Everyday I was reminded of just how much she had changed me. Of the love which she had brought into my life. Every time I saw her it was as if I saw her for the first time. She became more beautiful with each passing day.


I took her hand and brought it to my lips. "Isabella Masen, have I told you today that I consider you the most beautiful woman of my acquaintance, and I am a lucky man to have you for my wife?"


Blushing, she shook her head, no.


"Forgive me?" I asked.


"There was never anything to forgive." She suddenly stood up on her toes, clinging to the lapels of my jacket. "I love you, Edward," she whispered as she pulled me closer.


I obliged, brushing her lips lightly with mine, before whispering. "My heart is yours, Isabella. My only desire is to make you happy, for the rest of our lives."