Shaky Ground

Chapter Seven

Here we go again ... the plot bunny just couldn't stay away. Persistent little fucker. Originally, this began as a dream. When I woke up, I wrote down as much as I could, but it's morphed into something different.

How about them apples ... or should I say, lemons? Talk about some smexy times between Bella and Edward. He was very sweet with her during the earthquake, but holding her awakened something in him and he just had to have her. Will this be a one-time thing? Or will it continue?

Chapter Seven

To say that Edward avoided Bella like the plague was an understatement. After that night, he had dreams, extremely sexy dreams with her as the star. He got hard when he smelled a strawberry and his imagination of being buried, balls deep in her sweet pussy was too much to bear. So, like an asshole, he hid.

That's because I am an asshole, he thought.

He worked, but avoided the peds ER. He would walk the other way if he saw her. He would make sure that the other attending physicians would sign off any orders, if needed.

He liked what they did too much. Her warm, sweet body pressed to his. How she clung to him during the earthquake, trembling in fear. The way her lips molded to his while the kissed. How perfect she felt around his cock.

He couldn't. Nope. She was the enemy. Like all women. She'd break his heart, just like ... like ... Voldemort.

Edward had enough fodder for the spank bank until his next moment of weakness, but there would not be a repeat of what had transpired the night of Fourth of July. Ever.

"Edward!" called Dr. Volturi. "I'm glad I caught you before you left."

"What is it?" Edward asked, turning to the chief. He was tan and relaxed from his vacation, making Edward slightly jealous.

"I got a call from Dr. York. His daughter is sick and his wife is out of town," Dr. Volturi said. "Could you stay?"

"I worked four double shifts while you were on vacation. I'm exhausted," Edward said honestly. "Not to mention, attended a budget meeting that you neglected to mention. I know I'm usually one to say yes, but I'm dragging, Aro. I'm behind on my dictation and I think my fridge is filled with a science experiment."

"Of course. I'm sorry," Dr. Volturi said. "I'll just call my wife and say that I can't make it to my granddaughter's dance recital." He took out his phone.

"Fuck," Edward spat. "I'll do it, Aro. But, I'm off for the next three days. No phone calls, no emergency calling me in. Nothing. I haven't asked for a damned day off since I became an attending. And remember it when I have my next review. I definitely go above and beyond the call of duty."

"I'll even pay for a cleaning lady to address your refrigerator problem," Dr. Volturi chuckled. "My little Renata will be pleased. Thank you, Edward."

He scuttled off and Edward went back to the nurse's station, adding his name back to the list of doctors on duty. He noticed that Dr. Swan was also working. He growled. They were both senior physicians on the floor with too many residents. "No wonder York called in," Edward grumbled under his breath.

Bella walked over to the nurse's station, checking on some test results. Edward stiffened. "When is David coming in?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"Oh, Dr. York is home with a sick kid," said Claire, one of the younger nurses. "Dr. Masen is the attending on duty."

"Great," Bella chirped, looking over at Edward, who found the chart he was looking over to be quite interesting. He looked just as sexy as he did the last time she saw him, which was July Fourth. However, he was dressed in scrubs and he had three-days' worth of scruff on his face. "Dr. Masen." She gave him a timid smile.