Disclaimer: I most unfortunately don't own any of the characters of this story. That credit goes to the phenomenal Stephenie Meyer.

Authors note: This is my very first fanfic 

This story is set between the end of Twilight and the start of New Moon, in Bella's POV.

Chapter 1

The sun seeped through the large branches of the huge tree I was residing under, casting unstable shapes of light on my pale skin. The tree swayed softly in the gentle breeze, making the light dance around me in peculiar ways. I smiled idly, running one of my hands through my long hair, and luxuriated in the unusual heat of the day.

This had to be as good as it could get.

Spring Break was just beginning, and, for once, I was actually enjoying it. This probably had a lot to do with the person I was spending all my Spring Break with. Edward Cullen.

Definitely as good as it could get.

Edward and I were basically inseparable these days. I spent almost every passing minute with him, savouring the time and forcing myself to remember every single detail of the moments shared between us. I couldn't get enough, and I refused to forget a second of it. Charlie wasn't so happy with his constant presence, grumbling to himself a lot more these days than he used to. But he couldn't really complain. Edward made sure we were always doing the right thing. Thanks to his help with my homework every night, my report card had improved tremendously, thus making Charlie believe that he must be doing something right.

His enlightened moods helped him ease up on Edward a lot, but I still got the feeling that his thoughts were still a little too overprotective—a fear I had from the way Edward's lips would sometimes twitch up into a small smile whenever we were near him.

Still, I had to give it to him—he didn't really complain outwardly about the time we spent together. Of course, that would be a whole other story if Charlie was to find out about the fact that I spent almost every night in Edward's arms—after Charlie was deep in slumber. I never got used to the thrill of having Edward slide open my bedroom window noiselessly and lie down next to me, singing me to sleep.

I sighed happily and came back to the present. Yes, Edward and I where always together. Right now was not an exception.

"Bella, are you hungry?" His soft musical voice broke my reverie.

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His beautiful eyes smouldered, completely unintentionally on his part, and I forgot how to breathe momentarily. Again.

His eyes always disarmed me. They were something else I could never quite get used to. His warm, deep eyes reminded me of liquid gold, and they completely melted me defenceless.

Quite embarrassingly so.

I stared back at him, holding his gaze for a period of time that seemed unmeasurable. I'd forgotten what he'd asked.

"Bella?" He prompted, breaking the spell and smiling slightly at my dazed expression.

I blinked.

"Err . . . what?"

His smile became more pronounced, making my heart flutter feebly. He carefully reached out his hand and stroked my cheek with one of his long, cold fingers, so gently that it almost tickled. I blushed.

"I was wondering if you were hungry."

My face furrowed slightly, but before I could answer my stomach rumbled audibly, making my blush more pronounced. How embarrassing.

Edward chuckled. His fingers moved to cradle my face in his hand, so carefully and tenderly.

"I take that as a yes."

He let go of my face and reached behind him in one of his fast, fluid movements, grabbing the basket that he'd brought along and placing it in front of me.

Edward had insisted on bringing me food today, completely ignoring my pathetic attempts of refusal. I hated eating around him; it made me feel uncomfortable the way he would just peacefully watch me eat, seemingly quite content just watching me fulfil my nourishments. Honestly, it made me worry about boring him.

But he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I hated to admit that I was actually grateful, because I was hungry. Very hungry. My disruptive stomach proved that.

I sighed. Edward's smile became absolutely angelic.

"Alright, so I am a bit hungry," I grumbled. "What'd you get?"

Despite my reluctant manner, I was really interested in what he'd come up with. I supposed he could've asked someone for help (anyone would help Edward after just looking at him), but it was still curious as to what someone who didn't eat would get. I suppressed a smile at the thought. Yes, it was annoying at times just how absorbed Edward seemed to be in my boring human habits, but I couldn't deny, even to myself, that I was quite touched.

Edward grinned. "I didn't get anything . . . But I did bring something." He laughed at my confused expression. "I made it," he explained, seeming pretty proud of the fact.

I was perplexed. As far as I knew, Edward couldn't cook—it was the one thing that didn't come naturally to him; that was fair enough, though, what with him not having the usual help of taste and smell.

"You . . . made things? You mean, like, cooked them?"

"Yes. I decided a while ago it was about time I learnt to cook." He seemed to be enjoying my bewildered expressions of disbelief. "And you complain every time I try to take you out to dine, so that was even more reason for me to learn." His brow furrowed slightly. "I hope I got it right."

Without waiting for a reaction from me, he whipped out dish after dish from the basket, placing them all in front of me. He'd made enough for two.

I was still recovering from the shock of it all. If I was touched before, it was nothing compared to how I was feeling now. I looked up at a waiting Edward.

"You made all this for me?" I asked, glancing back down at all the meals.

"Yes," he said simply.

I didn't say anything for a moment—I was too busy taking in all the delightful smells. Edward really went all-out with me most of the time, but I'd never expected this. Just being with him made me happier then I'd ever thought possible before. I had agreed enthusiastically when he'd approached the idea of us going out somewhere remote so we could enjoy the unusual sunlight together, and I should've guessed he'd do more than I expected. It wasn't that I expected less of him; it was just that he was always better than I could possibly expect. I should've asked about the basket . . .

"Bella?" Edward's voice was strained now, anxiety creeping in to his perfect tone, worrying about my stunned silence. "If I didn't get it right, we could go back home and get something . . . you don't have to eat it if you prefer."

I looked up at him. At that moment a beam of sunlight filtered through the tree, landing on his face and making his skin shine like glittering diamonds. The reflecting beams bounced off his beautiful face and danced like shards of rainbow on my bare arms. He was so stunning that the vision seemed to brand into my brain with splendour. Yet again I was momentarily dazed.

See what he did to me?

The shard of sunlight disappeared and I was able to recover use of my voice and limbs once again. I reached my hand out slowly, warning him of my approaching touch. His troubled eyes were gazing into mine, and for the second time that day I lost track of all coherent thought. Very lightly my fingers grazed over his lips, my eyes still lost in his. I shuffled forward, bringing us closer, and placed my hand on his cheek.

He smiled slightly, my favourite crooked smile, making him too beautiful to compare. I smiled back.

"Thank you. It's perfect," I told him truthfully. Perfect just like everything else he did. . . .

His smile grew. He brushed a stray lock of my hair away from my face, one that the calm breeze had blown out of place. I shivered.

His cold touch was perfect, too.

Edward leaned in even closer, still being careful, and put his cold, hard and gentle lips right up to my ear, tickling me with his icy breath.

"No, thank you," he whispered, making my frantic heart beat even faster.

One of my palms was still against his face. He brought my other hand out from my lap and into one of his, intertwining our fingers together before reaching out with his right hand and stroking my dark hair, top from bottom, making me shiver slightly. He was still gazing deeply into my eyes, and his touch accompanied with that adoring look made the heat creep up to stain my neck and cheeks.

He chuckled softly, now stroking my hot cheek.

Edward moved forward, agonizingly slow, and placed his lips on my blushing skin, right where his hand had been. His mouth tenderly moved across my cheek, trailing silent kisses up until he reached my ear once again. He kissed just behind my ear, his cool lips lingering on my sensitive skin.

"I love you," he murmured.

His words sent a thrill through me as they always did, twice as strong as usual, his breath raising goose bumps on my exposed neck. I suddenly found myself even more grateful for the heat—it had made it possible for me where a tank top, leaving a lot more of my skin uncovered for him to tease.

Which he did.

As light as ever, his nose traced a line across my jaw line, stopping just under the corner of my chin. I whimpered; his lips barley brushed the skin there.

He placed his free hand behind my neck, holding me in place, as his cool lips followed their course down my throat, kissing and caressing. When he reached the base of my throat he stopped, slowly turning his face to the side until his ear was pressed up against me tenderly. His fingers found their way down my neck, and when his cool finger started stroking my collarbone I just about lost it. I was so dizzy from lack of breathing, but it was the last thing on my mind at this moment.

I fought for some sense of control in my mind. I knew full well what would happen if I let myself go and flung myself at him without restraint; he would pull away. He would pull away instantly, and I would have no hope in talking him into doing it again.

My hand that wasn't in his curled up, my fingernails digging into my palm. My breath was coming much too quick and loud now, but I really didn't care.

It was when Edward's mouth continued its journey, kissing across my collarbone and onto my shoulder, when my restraint slipped up.

I let out a small moan.

Edward's response was instantaneous. He straightened up and dropped his hand from my neck, disapprove strong in his features. He'd heard that moan a little too much lately, and he knew exactly what followed after it from me.

"Bella," he said, his voice gentle, but I didn't miss the edge to it. "Please, Bella, you know better than that." He gave my hand a little squeeze.

I sighed. Yes, I did know better, but I just couldn't help it! He didn't seem to get just how good he was. Not that I was complaining; it was just embarrassing that he could get that sort of response from me so easily. It made me feel like such an idiot. That certainly wasn't the first time I'd let out a noise like that—and I didn't expect it to be the last—but the embarrassment never died down.

I flushed a delicate pink, and I tried to remember just how many times today I'd blushed. I'd lost count.

Edward instantly knew what I was mortified at.

He leaned in again—my heart faltered ever so slightly—and kissed my forehead.

"Are you going to let me eat or what?" I demanded, not letting him try to comfort me.

He chuckled, and moved his hand out of mine.

"Of course."

Edward unwrapped everything, ignoring me when I insisted on not being treated like a baby, and then wrapped his long arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

"Bonne appetite," he murmured in my ear.

I laughed and pulled a very advertising dish onto my knee.

Should I keep going? I only wrote it because it was soooo much fun. I'll try my best to keep all the people in character as much as possible.

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