So once again dragging my feet to get this done...but finally posting my first homework assignment. We were given a fabulous pic to help us write a scene in the "Perve Swerve" of our choice. I aimed for Naughty by Nature. Many thanks to PTB, SmutU, and LayAtHomeMom for the inspiration, guidance and encouragement.

Disclaimer: The usual – Edward and Bella belong to Ms Meyer. I'm just pervin' em.

Welcome Home

She shouldn't have come. She shouldn't be here. Shouldn't have come over, certainly shouldn't have come without calling first. But...something in his voice when he'd let her know the team was home, something both tired and yet revved up, touched off a quiet hum in her even through the phone line. She sighed, almost rolling her eyes. That something was an addiction, of the Edward Cullen variety. Two days apart from him, one pitiful night, and he had her jonesing for a little hit, a little taste of the incomparable nectar that was Edward.

She had no idea what she was doing here, other than she'd yearned to see him. Two weeks ago their relationship had morphed into something more, something with heated touches, wet kisses, sleepy hellos and longer goodbyes…and spending last night without him…her skin felt pulled too taut over aching muscles. She felt weakened, as though she'd run too far, rested too little. Her body craved him, her mind fixating on him as ever-necessary. When had she become this needy girl?

She'd watched the game, of course. Winced when he'd taken a hit, grinned when he celebrated a successful pass. She'd never paid much attention to football and regretted not paying more attention to her father's commentaries over the years. But she'd watched, listened to the commentators, followed along well enough to know Edward had done well. He'd impressed the sports guys well enough that they'd been singing his praises after the game.

And she'd waited, poised over her computer in her dorm room, ostensibly working on a genetics paper, but in reality awaiting his call. Craving the sound of his voice assuring her he'd survived the game intact and was back on campus.

And his call had come, his voice low, the murmuring of his teammates abruptly cut off when he closed a door. She absorbed every sound. And she had the wild thought. He missed her, too. He was feeling their separation just as acutely as she was after weeks of being together more than they were apart, especially now that she slept in his arms more than she slept alone.

She met Emmett at the glass doors. Ignored his grin as he held the door so she didn't have to be buzzed inside the athletic complex. "Saw him down in the game room a few minutes ago."

Bella smiled her thank you, passed under his extended arm and into the main lobby. A group of co-eds stood before the elevators. She didn't want the attention, the knowing looks, the assuming smirks. No, she just wanted Edward. To see his confident grin as he teased her about being unable to stay away.

She crossed the lobby, shoved open the heavy door leading to the brightly lit stairwell and jogged down the first flight. She swung around the landing to start on the second leading down to the game room housed in the building's basement.

But two steps down, she froze.

At the foot of the steps, his green gaze glinting up at her, stood her Edward. He gripped the rail, his bicep bulging, his chest muscles tight and sharply revealed in the bright white light. His jeans hung low on his hips, and she couldn't help but eye his bare chest, his chiseled abs, the divine cut of the V leading south.

Once upon a time, she'd had more than her fair share of Cullen-inspired fantasies. But the reality of him, the reality of her Edward –

"Sugar." Her nickname from his lips brought her gaze sharply up to his. His voice curled through her like warm honey, dizzying her senses, and drawing her down another step like a moth to a flame.

The athletic complex was immense – workout rooms, game rooms, student lounges and dorms innumerable and operating at all hours – and being the epicenter for athletes, the stairs were not infrequently used, she was sure.

But somehow time and space narrowed to just the two of them. Bella let a little pseudo pout touch her lips. "I wanted my good night kiss."

Before the last syllable slipped from her tongue, the sound fading into the yawning maw of the stairwell, Edward lunged up several steps, stopping below her so that his eyes were level with hers. His gaze burned with intent and she found herself bracing as though for impact.

In the next breath, he'd pulled her against him, one hand lodged high on her back, one low cupping her rear. He pulled her in closer, his grip hard, implacable. She felt weightless, the stairs falling away…then grounded again as she latched her feet around his hips. She looped her arms around his neck and snuggled against him. The suddenness of his action stole her breath. But then his lips found hers and she tilted her head, fitting herself, her lips to his and she simply forgot to breathe.

Breathing seemed to insignificant, so unimportant when compared to inhaling all that was Edward. Her Edward – hot , tempestuous, tinged faintly of spearmint gum that had become the sweetest aphrodisiac to her weeks ago. She tightened her leg around his hips, squeezing her thighs as he deepened their kiss – his tongue delving deeply into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, sucking hers into the hot recesses of his own.

God, he lit her up. She'd take being the needy girl who couldn't last two nights without her guy if it meant kisses like these.

In the dark cavern of her mind, the part of her that clutched at her tattered modesty with frantic fingers, she realized their position in the very public stairwell must have rucked her jean mini up too high. And since she moved against him in time to the rhythm of their kiss, her mini had probably ceased to cover her rear at all. Edward's hand shifted, skating over her thigh, higher, higher, until he cupped her ass.

"Fuck me, Bella." His words blew across her ear, hot and moist.

She fisted a hand in his hair before whispering back, "They're called cheekies."

One strong athlete's arm clamping her tight and steady, he traced his fingers over the lace edge and her skin for a tantalizing moment before slipping underneath.

She whimpered, at once aroused and embarrassed at knowing what he'd find. She was slick with her desire for him, no hiding that as his long finger teased beneath her panties. She angled herself deeper into him, feeling his erection through his jeans. She wanted him to carry her to his room. She wanted to feel him come down over her, fill her and remind her of all it meant to be his girl.

His finger slid through her folds, teasing, inflaming, then suddenly, he'd slid that delicious finger inside her. He growled, she shivered and their kiss exploded. She writhed against him, her voice a desperate sigh. "Edward."

"So fucking wet, Sug."

She forgot the stairwell and savored the sound of his voice. Abruptly weightless again, she found herself lowered, her ass at the edge of a stair, her back completely supported by the strong arms of the man above her.

"Undo my jeans, Sugar." He punctuated his growled order with a nip to her chin. "Hurry."

Her fingers trembled, but she made quick work of unfastening his fly and shoving his jeans down enough that she could wrap her hungry fingers around his cock.

She was conscious of Edward's back tensing, of his muscles straining as he supported them in what should have been a hideously uncomfortable position on the stairs. She drew her hand along his length, feeling the thick veins in stark relief. He bucked his hips into her hand. "No time."

He sucked her bottom lip, then tilted his head back to catch her eyes. "Put me where I belong, Bella." He bucked again, even as his gaze held hers. "Need to fucking be inside you now."

She spread herself wide, pulled her panties aside with one hand while the other held him. She could do little more as she balanced between the edge of the stair and his fierce hold. But her fingers slid along him, brought his cock to her entrance. Slick with her welcome for him, he moved into her, a hot smooth glide, until he'd lodged himself balls-deep. She clutched at his shoulders, wrapped her legs tighter as he began to thrust.

He moved in her hard, erratic – his thrusts fluid with power but quickly losing any pretensions of smooth. Her breath hitched and she dug her little blunt-tipped nails into his back, desperate to be closer to feel him. She resented her shirt, despised the mini bunched up around her waist – barriers to feeling every inch of his skin against hers. "I'm not, I'm not.." She meant to say she wouldn't last long, but his teeth clamped down on the curve of flesh between her shoulder and neck and white lightning exploded.

"Fuck me, Bella, fuck me," he growled, shoving against her hard enough she felt the edge of a stair jab into her back for the first time.

He started to collapse down on her, his breath a ragged pant across her skin, but then wrenched himself back up. He flipped them, sitting on the stair, hauling her into his lap. Her cheekie panties slipped back into place and she helped him tuck himself back together between soft nuzzles. He pressed his forehead to her chest and whispered, "Missed you."