Writer's Note: Sorry, this is kind of horrible. I'm not used to writing in 1st person, let alone in past tense- so if there are grammatical errors, I'm sorry. Actually, I'm not used to writing, so that may be where most of the errors lie. Thanks to Heather for helping me with the details to Twilght- an area I'm clueless in. There will be more chapters, I swear.

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One by one the Cullens politely filed out the door, until it was just Edward and I. Alone. Finalfreakingly.

Edward wasted no time with the preliminaries. As soon we heard the rumble of engines fading in the driveway, he started kissing me.

I approve of the kissing. When we are kissing, we can't start arguing, nor can we debate over his morality and my mortality- 2 of our favourite arguments. The only downside to the kissing is when it ends...

..and it always ends.

Too soon his lovely lips left me. We broke apart noisily. I struggled to compose myself and control my disgustingly human panting

I can only imagine how he feels- how he constantly yearns for all of me but can't have me (without killing me, that is). I felt this way when he finished kissing me. My lips ached, every nerve in them pleading for his return.

"Let's get you out of that wedding dress, shall we?" He whispered, his eyes sparkling wildly and his lips curving into his infamous lopsided grin. The grin seemed a lot less innocent and more sinister when paired with that sentence.

I gawked at him- eyes bugging out of their sockets and mouth open stupidly. I had never heard him speak so pointedly about a subject he had been stubbornly avoiding for months. Then I realised the sentence wasn't meant to be sexual. It was impractical for me to remain in my wedding dress. It was white and delicate, whereas I was clumsy and prone to spilling things.

He took my hand and led me slowly up the stairs, building the tension that was spread so thick as it was. It was so palpable, I could have reached my hand and grabbed a handful of it if I wanted to.

When we got to his room, he let go of my hand and shut the door. He sat down on his bed and stared at me- not doing anything or clueing me in on what he wanted me to do. The tension was thicker. I could mold it if I wanted to- form it into whatever shape I desired. Instead, I awkwardly sat down next to him.

His arms were a blur of black and white as he reached for something on my head. He must have seen me flinch. He slowly held out the bobby-pin, as if he was showing an armed police officer that he was carrying no weapons.

"Would you rather leave your hair up?" he asked innocently, raising one eyebrow. I knew him well enough to know that this wasn't a question. It was his odd way of informing me of what he did/was doing/is about to do.

I shook my head no, answering an otherwise rhetorical question. He turned me around so that my back was to him and started the laborious task of removing every single bobby pin. In a desperate attempt to control my hair, Alice piled on the bobby-pins and hairspray. By the time she was finished, my hair was arguably heavier than the rest of my body and my head drooped from side to side like a bobble-head.

I realised then that it had been silent for the past 10 minutes. The only noise in the room was the sound of Edward's controlled breathing as he concentrated on the task at hand. I had to say something, the silence was killing me. It felt too artificial and heavy.

"So..." I began, trying to hide the smile from my voice, "I guess tonight is the night you finally become a man."

"Not funny." He growled, but the inflections in his voice proved the opposite. I could tell just from his voice that he was grinning.

"Oh? I beg to differ. You're an 110 year old virgin. That's very funny. You put Steve Carrell to shame." I made a tsk noise and I shook my head disapprovingly, which was difficult considering I still had about 200 bobby-pins, 20 pounds of hairspray and a pair of vampire's hands weighing it down.

"Are you done yet?" This time he sounded annoyed. That struck a chord.

"Not quite."

He sighed. "Remember, I'm still not promising anything. I can't promise anything... Alice really loaded down your head, didn't she?" He added as an afterthought.

I nodded my head while absentmindedly playing with my wedding ring. I still wasn't used to it being there. It felt heavy, despite the fact that it was relatively light.

I felt his hands on my arms as his carefully spun me around so that I was facing him. It didn't surprise me as much as it used to. I was used to being the family's barbie doll. I have learned just to be passive as they position my limbs this way and that. He continued taking out the bobby-pins one by one while his other hand played with the hair he had already taken down. It felt good for my hair to return back to its normal position after being in the tight bun all day. The pressure from the bun made my scalp feel tight and itchy. I resisted the urge to scratch it.

"Before we begin anything, we have to set a few ground rules." He said, while taking out a bobby-pin that held up about half my hair.

I made an annoyed noise that sounded like an engine stalling in my throat. It was unflattering, but it got my point across. I should have known it wouldn't be easy. Now he's going to re-explain every single insignificant reason we can't do it.

"You know I still don't approve..." he started.

I cut him off, angrily. "You know I don't care!" This was not going to turn into another one of those arguments.

"I'm not saying that we're not going to do it, I'm just stating the obvious. I don't approve of half the things you do...'' he patiently explained.

"Like what?" I viciously interrupted again. I couldn't help it. The calmer he was, the more defensive I became.

He sighed. "Like the fact that you are alone in a house with a bloodthirsty vampire."

I refused to point out that this "bloodthirsty vampire" probably cared more for me than all of the humans in the world combined.

"Your rules?" I reminded him frostily. He was staring at me intensely and I didn't like that. I felt as if he could see right through me, even if he couldn't read my mind.

"Yes. My rules." I could tell he was going through a mental checklist in his mind. "One- when I say stop, that means stop. This is for your safety..." He added when he noticed me opening my mouth to argue. "You don't know what is going on in my brain. You have no idea if I'm about to kiss you or rip out your throat."

I flinched at the violent picture he vividly painted in my mind. "I highly doubt..."

"Doubt it or not, you have to agree to stop while I still have some grasp on my self-control- however feeble it is. You overestimate my self control"

"You overestimate my self-control" had recently become Edward's mantra.

"You underestimate your self-control." I retorted. Although I appreciated his efforts to keep me safe, he needed to receive some credit where credit is due.

He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath, like a parent does when he's explaining why sharing is important and the child doesn't comprehend the concept. "Regardless, I need to have your word that when I say stop, you'll trust my judgement and not try to pressure me into anything..." He paused, waiting for my affirmation. I weakly nodded while he worked on gently brushing the hairspray out of my hair. He had removed all of the bobby-pins and they were sitting in a pile at our feet. It amazed me that he was able to remove all of the bobby-pins so quickly. He was having difficulty getting the brush through my hair while being gentle. It was practically solid- like the an action figures hair- plastic and hard.

He chuckled. The brush was stuck inside my hair. He let go of the handle and it stayed put. "You may need to wash this out."