Disclaimer: All things Twilight Saga belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I'm just playing with the characters for entertainment sake.

Like A Thief In The Night

Chapter 1

Happy

I kept my eyes closed and held still until I heard the soft click of the door shutting. Knowing he was gone, I lowered my hands and reached for the knotted fabric on the side of my head and untied it. Slowly, I removed the black piece of cotton and looked down at myself. As my eyes began to adjust to the cloud covered sunrise peeking through the window, I could see the beads of sweat that still clung to my naked skin, shimmering almost as bright as Edwards skin in full sunlight. I smiled as I carefully folded the blindfold and placed it in the drawer of my nightstand. I stood up, legs shaking, and made my way to the bathroom to shower.

After I was clean and dressed, I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I smiled as my mind wandered into thoughts of Edward and our secret morning trysts. Well, as secret as you can be in a house full of super-hearing vampires.

A week and a half ago, I received the most amazing surprise: Edward had changed his mind about having sex before we are married. He never actually said anything about it and I didn't know what changed his mind but, frankly, I didn't care. The wedding is still on, of course, but at least I don't have to be anxious about the wedding night anymore.

It happened in the morning, when it happened, before I woke up completely, but always when I wasn't in a deep sleep. It was almost like a dream. Somehow, this became an unspoken rule. If I was fully awake, he wouldn't even enter our room.

The first time he touched me…intimately…I thought I was dreaming. I had fallen asleep in his arms, as usual, and he stayed, holding me, all night while I slept. It seemed to be the only way to quell the nightmares. Sometimes I felt guilty that he stayed there all hours of the night, but he swore that it didn't bother him in the least. The selfish part of me liked knowing he was there. For the last few months, he only hunted on weekends, leaving after I fell asleep on Friday night. I was surprised when I felt his presence on a Saturday morning. In shock that he was actually touching me…there…my eyes flew open. "Edward?"

He was gone before my eyes could adjust to the dark to see him. I got out of bed and went searching for him. Maybe it was a dream. Jasper was downstairs on the sofa, reading. Sigh. This weekend's babysitter. He turned his head and gave me a questioning look as I entered the room.

"Where is Edward?" I asked the stunning blonde on the sofa as my eyes searched the room and glanced out the window into the woods.

His expression turned to confusion and stated in a 'you-should-know-this' tone, "He went hunting."

I sighed again as I resigned my search for Edward. Next time, I can't let on that I know he's there…if there is a next time.

"Ok, thanks, Jasper." He just shook his head, probably thinking I'd lost my mind, and went back to his book.

When Edward came back home on Sunday, I asked him why he left, hoping he'd get my meaning. He just gave me a confused look and said he needed to hunt and pointed out that I knew that. I guessed that he didn't want to talk about it so I dropped the subject, secretly hoping he would try again. He did.

The next morning, I, stupidly, opened my eyes. His hand covered them and he growled a soft warning. At least he's not leaving! He reached for something and I felt a soft piece of fabric being placed over my eyes.

As I began to protest, he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Just go with it." He was so quiet, I could barely hear him. He sounded a bit odd and he smelled different too. I chalked it up to arousal in his scent and nervousness in his voice. I didn't care, Edward finally wanted me. I'd play his game. I trusted him. If this was what it takes to get my man in bed, then so be it.

Once, I tried to touch him. My fingertips had just grazed his shoulder when he grabbed my wrists and hissed, "No." He pushed my hands above my head and wrapped my fingers under the headboard which stopped at the mattress. He didn't hold them there, but I took the hint. I kept my eyes closed even when the blindfold was placed over my eyes just to be sure. I would do anything to keep him there as long as I could. He was touching me; I was not going to argue.

He didn't speak again after that time and always smelled the same…like he had just hunted. I assumed that was a safety measure for me. His new scent was incredibly strong. I'm guessing he was preparing himself in case I bled while he took my virginity. The pain was sharp, but quick when my innocence was claimed by his body. It didn't hurt again after that. In fact, it was far from pain, it was indescribable!

Every night, I would drift off to sleep in his arms, hoping he wouldn't pick that night to stop. On the nights he did try, he'd start just as I was emerging from a dream, as if he was the dream, and then afterwards, he'd leave so I could shower in peace. We'd meet in the kitchen while I was eating breakfast. He never spoke of it. If that's how he wanted it, I'd keep my mouth shut as well.

Life had settled into a peaceful routine. The atmosphere of the house was less tense, for me anyway. It was probably because I was finally able to release my sexual frustration. I wondered if Edward's and my morning escapades were too much for Jasper though. I remembered him mentioning once that all of the feelings in the house sometimes got to him, plus, I rarely saw him until evening.

Emmett and Rosalie were always outside or in their room. Except for the evening hours when Emmett and Jasper would make every effort to kill each other on the flat screen they were glued to. Rose would be in the garage tinkering with one car or another and Esme busied herself with decorating and reorganizing.

Carlisle has been busy working. There was a horrible accident in Seattle a few weeks ago. Thankfully, no one died, but 13 people were sent to intensive care. Carlisle went to Seattle to help out. We haven't seen him much lately.

I missed Alice though. She left about 10 days ago for Europe on a mission for something for the wedding. I thought it was odd that Jasper didn't go with her, but apparently they had their reasons. Edward mumbled something about them having a fight and I didn't pry. He hasn't been very talkative lately and Edward said Jasper's thoughts are jumbled, like he's hiding something. He stayed away from Edward and me a lot. I think he just misses Alice. I decided to leave him alone and he'd come around.

Even though I was totally ok with our arrangement, Edward seemed to have something on his mind that he wasn't telling me. I wondered if I should try to pry it out of him, but then decided against it. He'd tell me when he was ready. Truth was I was terrified of him rejecting my advances again. I haven't had to try to coax him in the last several days though. He'd kept me very happy.

This morning was the best yet…

A/N: What do you think? I have the other 5 chapters written...should I bother posting them?