BPOV

It was the weekend and Alice told my dad that she and I were spending the weekend together while the Cullens went "camping."

I really liked how Esme and Carlisle didn't mind that I slept over with Edward. For obvious reasons they knew that it was fine. This is one of the many benefits of dating a vampire.

I laid in bed, enjoying the fluffy, yet silky sheets. I felt like I was lying on a cloud with soft and comforting fabrics all around me. I could lay here forever. Just one thing was missing – Edward.

I started to ponder, wondering where Edward is. Probably downstairs making me breakfast. I don't know why he does that. I have practically taken care of myself for the past 17 years, and that includes cooking. But it's pleasantly satisfying to know that my heavenly boyfriend wants to take care of me for a change. Yes, it is different and abnormal to me, but it is nice to be cared for. I love him so much it's incomprehensible.

I sensed cool fingertips stroking my arm. I was in bliss. It should be illegal the way his touch made my body feel. I slowly opened my eyes and found a face I was not expecting. I gasped and pulled back. It was Emmett.

"Emmett what are you doing in here?" demanding an answer.

"I wanted to mess with you and I knew you were awake so I thought it would be funny to pretend to be Edward. The look on your face was classic!"

I ignored him.

"Why are all your clothes still in your bag?" he asked while getting off the bed and walking over to my bag.

"Um, I don't know. I guess cause I thought they should be in there. I don't know Emmett, what kind of question is that anyways?" I asked.

"Really? Mm… I would think that Edward would have you keep some clothes here. You should have a drawer here or something. It's official when a guy has a drawer at his place for his girlfriend."

"I don't know what –"

He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence, which I wasn't sure what it would have been anyways. I stopped talking because he started to take my clothes out of my bag, but of course examining each pair of clothing in the process. I wanted to scream at him to stop. I was getting annoyed with him touching my things.

Then he grabbed my bra and put it to his chest asking, "Do you think this goes nice with my eyes?"

I grabbed them from him and yelled, "Give me that!" He saw me blushing and chuckled to himself.

"Oh, matching panties… kinky!" He held them out, examining them with a smug look on his face.

I was horrified and embarrassed. I tried grabbing them from him but he held them in the air, too high for me to reach.

"Emmett, get your hands off my panties!" I yelled. Maybe if I raised my voice he'd get the picture. But then I thought – why would a big, strong vampire be scared by me, a fragile human. It was pointless.

All of a sudden Edward was at the doorway of the bedroom. He looked at me and then at Emmett.

"Edward would you please tell your brother to get his hands off my panties!" I yelled at him. I was so embarrassed. I felt like my face was beat red.

Edward tackled Emmett, yanking my panties out of his hand. Edward then looked over while on top of Emmett and saw my bra on my bed as well. He looked at me and I sighed, "Yeah, he was messing with my bra too."

Edward looked at Emmett with angry eyes and of course Emmett was just laughing.

Edward punched him in the face and then got off.

Emmett asked "truce?" while fixing his jaw. Edward just nodded to him and told him to get out. Emmett obeyed and right before he walked out of the bedroom he looked at me and said, "By the way, I really like the color of your panties. I can picture what they'd look like on you. Mm… totally hot." He closed his eyes picturing it, with a smile on his face of course. All of a sudden Edward tackled him down the stairs and threw him out the door and slammed it shut. He then ran up the stairs in a split second and put his hands around my waist.

"I'm sorry about that" he said.

"It's fine Edward, it's not your fault your brother is a goof-ball with boundary issues" I said while chuckling.

"So, what was Emmett doing with your panties anyways?" Edward asked with my favorite half-smile on his face.

"He came in, pretending to be you and – "

He cut me off asking, "What do you mean pretending to be me?"

I blushed and looked down. "Well I was laying on the bed and I felt someone come onto the bed. I started to smile with my eyes closed. I thought it was you coming to lay with me. Then I felt cold fingertips slide up and down my arm. It gave me chills, knowing it was you. I opened my eyes and then his face was right in mine. It startled me. He was only about an inch away from my face. I was not expecting that." I let out a giggle. Edward however, did not. He didn't like that he stroked my arm and was lying on the bed with me. The bedroom was our intimate place, not his playroom.

After I was done talking I looked up at his face and he did not look the slightest happy.

I turned Edward's chin straight, so he was facing me. "Don't worry about it Edward. It was just Emmett being Emmett." I was trying to relieve him of his frustration.

He looked at me with a smile and I stood on my tippy-toes and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss. "But, if he did walk in on me wearing the panties and bra, then yes, I give you permission to beat him up big time." We both chuckled yet I could see Edward picturing Emmett walking in on me. I once again kissed him and he snapped out of his daze.

I continued by saying, "So, you were wondering why he was holding my bra and panties?" He nodded. "Well he asked why my clothes were in my bag..."

Edward looked at me a little confused.

"He said that it is official when a boyfriend has a drawer in his dresser for his girlfriend's things." I looked at him to see his response. Would he let me have a drawer? So I can leave some things here? But I don't want him to feel obligated; I don't want him to think that just because I don't have a drawer doesn't mean I doubt our relationship.

He then looked at me and smiled. "Bella, I think Emmett is right. It is silly for you to always have to bring your clothes back and forth when you stay over. You can put anything you'd like in my dresser."

I smiled. I was pleased that I would be keeping some of my things in his bedroom. Sure I knew that we were beyond official but it is still nice to know that part of me would still be in his bedroom while I wasn't here. Plus I think Edward would be just as happy, knowing that my bra and panties would be in his dresser. He'd probably steal a peek or two while I wasn't here. I chuckled to myself.

"What's so funny?" He asked with an adorable smile clear on his face.

"I was just thinking..." I felt my face getting redder and redder as I spoke. "… about the fact that my panties will be here with you, in your bedroom, when I'm not." I giggled after I was done saying it. I was embarrassed and wouldn't look him in the eyes.

He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. "You are so cute when you do that… I didn't even think about that but now that you mention it, yes, that will definitely be a pleasant benefit."

I blushed once again at the fact that my first thought went to him seeing my underwear but he hadn't thought about it at all.

I started to run my finger down the hem of his shirt while I began to speak again. "Maybe you can even take a look in the drawer while I'm not here. Just to make sure my panties are safe and tucked in. It's for safety reasons of course." Once again, I blushed.

He chuckled and replied, "I do like to be precautious. I'll have to make sure I check them every day."

There was silence for a few seconds before I responded.

"Maybe you can even check them on me if you want to be thorough." I continued to refuse to look in his eyes. I was trying to be sleek and sexy but I felt embarrassed at the same time.

He let out a slight laugh and said, "I may have to take you up on that."

I looked up into his eyes, smiled, and leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss.