**A/N: After months and months of voracious reading of many an excellent Twilight fanfic...I've decided to try writing my own. I'd appreciate honest feedback-but please be kind, I'm just starting out! Title is inspired by Faith Hill's song, 'This Kiss'. THIS IS A ONE-SHOT!**

*Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Bella, or *sadly* Edward. They are Stephanie Meyer's property alone--I'm just 'borrowing' them...the idea is all mine though.*

This Kiss

His tongue slid down her neck like an ice cube slowly melting-torturous, but pleasurable. Fighting an internal battle, Bella remained still -careful to make no sudden movements. "Breathe", his silken voice commanded, as his steel arms held her close in the comforting way that only they could. Bella wondered how she'd gone so many years being able to sleep without him by her side.

Feeling her lungs fill with air once again, Edward was satisfied, not halting his slow ministrations on her neck. He would NEVER tire of her taste -like strawberries dotted on vanilla ice cream: fruity, yet creamy. Drawing in a shaky breath he did not need, Edward's senses were flooded with the intensity that was Bella. How long had he waited for her? Too frikin' long. He was consistently puzzled by the fact that even though he was drawn to her, that she, inexplicably, was also drawn to him. He'd begun to wonder if her need for him was finally outshining his need for her. With her, Edward could finally breathe.

Tightening her hands in his messy sun-kissed locks, she tugged him closer, as she captured his lips with her own. Mm mm....forget chocolate, *this* was exquisite. Bringing her out of her reverie, Bella frowned upon realizing Edward had captured her wrists in his grip -removing them from his hair-and was attempting at creating space between them.

"No...I was being good...", Bella pleaded. She hated when he did this-the outcome often resulting in her looking up to realize he was across the room, leaning his slender frame against her bedroom wall, arms folded, just looking at her. Opening her eyes, she was relieved to find Edward still sitting in front of her, his arms now cradling her lower back, his forehead resting against hers.

"Mmm-mm....You were being very good.", he agreed, a brilliant smile lighting up his features, "However, it's time for the human to get to sleep."

Bella sighed -it was no use arguing, and besides, Edward was notoriously stubborn-even for an 100-something year old vampire. Stretching, she got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, stopping to gather her pjs on the way. A mischievous smile played across her lips as she abandoned the clothing in her arms, turned around and ran back to the bed--her intent being to 'tackle' Edward. Just as her body began to make contact with Edward's, the voice in her head yelled, "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Edward is NOT SOFT! THIS IS GONNA HURT"
Bella grimaced as she resigned herself to the pain that would ultimately ensue from her crazy thinking.

Edward, in that perceptive way of his, was able to 'catch' Bella, creating a cage around her with his arms, and managed not to jostle her as he absorbed the force of her 'tackle' by falling on his back on her mattress. He just started to laugh, as he heard Bella's embarrassed moan erupt from her throat.

"It's okay, love, I'm not hurt", he chuckled, answering what he knew would be her silent question. He looked down at her head buried in his chest and waited.

"Me neither", she replied to his silent query. Bella did not want to look up at him-she was blushing so much she was sure Edward could feel it. Dropping a kiss on her head, Edward relaxed his hold on her and eased them both into a sitting position. Bella moved to get up, but Edward's hand on her arm prevented it.

"I like it when you tackle me", he whispered, sending shivers up her arm with his breath.

"You do?", verified Bella, still slightly embarrassed about the whole 'attempt-sexiness-by-tackling-Edward' ordeal.
"Very much", he breathed, looking into the depth of her brown eyes until her blush reddened to the shade of a dark rose. Smiling, he kissed both cheeks, basking in the warmth they provided his lips. Soft, so soft.

Very aware of her crimson hue, Bella smiled back timidly, and gave herself a mental shake--removing most of the scenarios where Edward's close proximity could cause a much longer-lasting blush.

*****FIN*****

*A/N: Should I continue this as a story or just add more one-shots and make it a series that way? Please let me know--I'm hoping this is okay--it's my first stab at a Twilight fic...*