Epilogue
Six Years Later
Alice

His lips were all too familiar. He bit at my skin, tasting and teasing as he found the sensitive spot below my ear. I gasped, unable to help myself as I wound my hands in his hair. He nosed the collar of my shirt and found a new piece of skin to nip. I grinned as his hands tightened protectively around my waist.

I have memories of moments exactly like this. It's nice to finally have lived enough to have familiar memories, comforting memories. We've been in this exact same position, gasping and smiling and pulling and biting. He's familiar to me. The feel of his skin and scars, the taste of his lips, the way his kisses tell me exactly what he's thinking and feeling.

"Ali." Edward growled against my neck.

It was a familiar sensation, both the lurch of my heart at the term of endearment and the tiny vibration of his growl against my skin that would echo through my silent ribcage.

His teeth grazed down my neck, never finding any purchase. "Did I ever tell you how much I like it when you wear my shirts?" He smiled against my lips.

I laughed, my head still tilted back and allowing him access to my throat. "A time or two." I giggled. "Or a thousand."

I had slipped into his dress shirt as he pulled on his dress pants. The shirt hung down to my knees and I had been rolling up the sleeves when he pulled me up into our bed, settling me onto his lap so that I was straddling him.

"Did I ever tell you how much I like it when you call me 'Ali'?"

He laughed, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

"A time or two." Edward pulled back and smiled up at me, his expression absolutely beaming.

I traced my fingers over the scars on his jaw. "New school tomorrow."

He groaned but his face was still lit up, the bliss of our uninterrupted time together still written across every part of him. "We should withdraw. Just withdraw and spend a year like this."

It was an old plea. We collect conversations like playing cards. School is hard for him; school is important to me. He feels like a monster in the halls and I feel like a complete stranger. He can't stand to have his lost humanity thrown in his face and I can't stand the thought of seeing nothing familiar to me in a maze of ever changing people.

"The town already knows about us," I grinned "What would they think if two of Dr. Cullen's children never showed up?"

"Wanna find out?" He smirked, grinning crookedly up at me.

"Carlisle found a good town. It's quiet and secluded and if we play our cards right, we'll have years of peace." I laughed at him.

Edward bit at my bottom lip, his smile still stretched across his face, not even the prospect of spending another few years around humans was enough to dampen his mood.

"I guess that sounds all right." He chuckled against my cheek.

"And who really cares what any of those humans think about us? Anywhere we go we have rumors about us." I giggled.

"You care." Edward murmured. "Isn't that the worst part for you? Caring what they think but never fitting in?"

"I don't fit in with the humans. I don't fit in with the vampires." I shrugged, accepting my inevitable truth.

"You fit in fine." Edward promised me for the millionth time in our six years spent together.

"I've never met another vampire that could see the future." I giggled as he nipped at my jawline.

He grinned. "In this family, you fit in fine."

"And in this family, you and I have to go to school tomorrow."

"What's this one called?" Edward asked against my neck.

"Forks High School." I answered, giggling at the sensation of his cool breath on my wet skin due to his kisses.

"Forks." He froze beneath me, a clear sign he was dwelling on something from my human life. "Strange name for a town." He chuckled nervously, trying not to worry me.

We have a deal that he won't tell me anything about my past unless I specifically ask, and I will never ask. I don't want to know, I don't want to remember, something at the back of my mind warns me so whenever I dwell too much on a certain question about my past.

"We've lived here once before. A long time ago, way before I met you." He told me, resuming his kisses. "Maybe you'll make a friend here."

It was another old line. Change out the high school, change out the town, but my one wish always stays the same. I no longer believe I'm going to find a friend, so he believes it for me.

"I'm sure." I laughed. "And maybe you'll have that peace you love so much."

"Boring school days. Nights with you and my piano and a mountain lion or two." He sighed, a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Think of all the new things we'll have to talk about." I giggled, we're both very familiar with this joke.

"Is algebra going to be different at Forks High School?" He raised his eyebrows as he smiled back at me.

"You never know." I shrugged and we both broke out in playful laughter.

"New school tomorrow," I repeated to myself, an old habit to remember myself and my conversations, I suddenly felt very sorry for him.

"Eight hours of that." He leaned forward and touched our foreheads together. "Sixteen hours of this. A fair trade." He nodded.

He kissed me roughly then, a rare kiss he gives me only when he wants to communicate the expanses of his love for me. He's rough but gentle, passionate, kind and completely takes over my every thought.

In that moment, I didn't care about new friends or lost memories or a school full of worries and doubts. If I never fit in anywhere else, I know that I will always fit in right here, right where Edward always feels the same and tastes the same and smiles the same crooked smile I love so much. I fit in where I know all of the stories behind his beautiful scars; where he knows the secrets of my life even if I don't.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?" I smiled widely at him, hoping he heard my thoughts clearly enough to know exactly how much I appreciate him.

Edwards face stretched into his familiar crooked smile as he wrapped his arms around me. "A time or two."