A/N—

Hey there, people! This is my first EVER fic, so I'd love it if you'd review and tell me what you want next . I'm planning on a few more chapters, all of which get much more lemony than what happens here. Please, read, review, and enjoy!

I glanced over at Edward's watch, wishing that time would slow down—maybe even stop—and leave us floating in this bliss forever. Only Edward, I thought, could turn a bus ride into bliss. We were currently part of Forks High School's senior trip: an annual affair during which all the seniors and the lucky faculty members selected to come along boarded three charter buses and drove from the Forks High parking lot to Sacramento, California for a weekend of bonding and cultural exposure.

And a 30+ hour long round trip bus ride.

Naturally, I sat next to Edward the whole way there. We had all boarded the bus at 6 in the evening on Friday, and would be driving until at least 10 the next morning. Around about 11, the excitement of the journey had worn off and most everyone had drifted off to sleep.

I stayed awake with Edward, despite his constant urging that I should be sleeping along with everyone else. As I gazed at the face of his watch, I saw that it was only 2am…at least another eight hours to go. However, Edward and I could have been the only two on the bus: everyone else was out cold.

"Sleep, love," Edward whispered in my ear. He pulled me so that my legs were draped across his lap and I could curl up to rest my head on his shoulder. Knowing that I would be cold from the chill of his granite frame, he also draped us in a fleece camping blanket I'd brought along, tucking it in to keep me warm. I reached up and turned off our overhead light, leaving us—and finally, the rest of the bus—in complete darkness. Still, I knew Edward could see everything, hear everything, know everything. And I felt entirely safe.

I had almost drifted off when I felt Edward's sculpted body tense around mine. Confused, I looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw was set. Everything about him felt predatory.

"What's wrong, Edward?" I asked.

He looked down at me. "Nothing love." A long pause. "It just seems that Mr. Newton," he glared towards where Mike was curled, asleep on the floor, "had very vivid dreams…..about you. Or, more specifically, about you and him."

Oh.

I reached up from under the blanket and cupped Edward's face in my hands, staring into his amber eyes. "Don't worry about Mike."

Edward pulled me closer, and I leaned in, covering his mouth with mine. Immediately, he responded, kissed back with passion that I didn't need to see to be able to feel. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and as much as I would have loved to do the same, I satisfied myself by reveling in the delicious taste of him. Sweet and magnificent and delectable. I could spend eternity kissing Edward, and likely would. His kisses were absolutely breathtaking, and I couldn't keep myself from running my hands all over his glorious frame. I buried my hands in his copper hair and pulled us back so that I was laying across our two seats and he was leaning over me. Suddenly, his lips were gone from mine and pressed against the curve of my neck. I shuddered from the feeling of his cool breath against my skin, which by now was surely on fire.

"I don't. You're mine, Bella."

I let out a soft moan from his words. He returned to kissing and sucking my neck, but at the same time, he gently and soundlessly rolled us onto the floor in the space between our seat and the one in front of us. I was now straddling his hips as he leaned back into the wall.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered to me, and his lips met mine for a slow kiss. Although it was slow, it was deeper than anything we had shared yet. His lips were pressed harder than usual against mine, and there was a definite edge of deliberateness, of need even. It was slightly frantic and nervous, but also determined and excited. Somehow, the cross between our love and our need was combining into delicious new sensations. A thrill ran through me, electrifying me from my scalp to the soles of my bare feet. I liked this.

Without breaking our intense kiss, the hands that had been gently cupping my face started to slide down my neck, over my shoulders and down my arms until they circled in to hold my waist. He slipped underneath my shirt, and I shivered as his cold hands met my exposed skin. I moved just a little bit closer to him, reveling in the feeling. In response, his hands slid slowly up my sides, paradoxically bring searing heat to every new place his cold hands touched me.

Ever so slowly, the hands that had been caressing my sides slipped higher than ever before, and his thumbs grazed the side swell of my breasts. I gasped at his touch. Slower still, he unclipped the front of my bra and let my breasts fall gently into his cool hands. My tips were instantly hard. He tipped his head back and looked at me. I almost combusted from the sight of the lust in his smoldering eyes. His hands suddenly swept inward, deliberately caressing my nipples before starting to knead my breasts gently. It felt so good. I could feel the warmth growing quickly deep inside me—never in my life had I been so aroused.

I barely suppressed a moan as I suddenly became aware of the stiff bulge in Edward's jeans that was pressing right in the apex of my thighs. I shifted so that my legs were wrapped around him and couldn't help but rub myself once over his length. I moaned as quietly as possible, overwhelmed by the delightful friction. Edward tensed at the same time, and I felt the groan building in his chest. However, it never broke through his lips, as he immediately crushed his to mine for a ravishing, soul-stealing kiss. I could literally feel the need seeping from his lips as they moved desperately against mine, causing flames of arousal to ignite somewhere deep inside me. I moaned against his lips as I felt his hands cascading over my body, raking hungrily down my neck and shoulders to sweep across my breasts, then across my stomach until they were sliding down my legs. Edward's cold hands were everywhere at once, moving so quickly, so quietly, that it felt as though he was completely engulfing my hot body in his frosty touch.

I leaned in, desperate to be closer to him. It was then that he stopped. His icy hands were locked around my waist and his lips were still pressed to mine, but all his movement had ceased.

"Not here, Bella," he whispered against my ear. I could almost feel the impact of his words.

"No, please—" Edward cut me off.

"Later, love. I promise. Later. But just…not here." He pulled me to him so that I was curled against his chest, forever held safe by his stony form. "I need you, Bella. Sleep, and I promise we'll do this later. I need it as much as you."

I knew that everything Edward did was out of his love for me and his unwillingness to lose control. And yes, sex on a bus wasn't exactly feasible, but desire still burned within me, even as the night kept burning away.

It was certainly going to be a long trip.