Disclaimer: Go get your head checked if you think Twilight belongs to me

Disclaimer: Go get your head checked if you think Twilight belongs to me.

A/N: I was in the mood for writing a quick little one shot about Edward and Bella. Takes place after Eclipse, and I wrote it just for fun. I discovered this idea when looking at my old textbooks from school…that should give you a little hint about what's to come…ENJOY!

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I love summer. I love summer…I love Edward!

The mantra repeated itself over and over in my head as I felt Edward trace a cold finger lazily down my arm. We were sitting close to each other on the couch, telling ourselves that we were watching TV. Really, I couldn't actually pay attention to anything except for Edward's hand and the sensation he created on my arm. It was summer, and we were practically free. Except with the fact that I would become a vampire soon and Edward was paranoid about the Volturi coming to eat us any second.

Yet, he seemed pretty relaxed here, and I knew that even though he wasn't really a teenager, he too was overjoyed at the fact that summer was here. I sighed happily and rested my head back on his chest. He glanced down at me and grinned. It was quite obvious that neither of us were paying attention.

And, to my greatest joy, Edward was pushing our limits. Usually he'd freeze and stand stoically if I accidentally brushed my leg against his or something. Now, however, he was more adventurous and trying new things. It's always good to expand your palate, right?

Edward leaned down and pressed his lips to my face, right where my ear met my jaw. This was how it usually started: He'd kiss me somewhere safe like he usually did, and then he'd leave me breathless by doing something he'd never done before.

"Charlie's out," Edward murmured against my skin. I felt myself tingling and was keenly aware of how his lips rubbed gently against my skin as he talked.

"Mmm," I replied, my breathing instantly picking up, "So I've noticed…"

"What time will he be back?" Edward asked in the same soft tone. His lips travelled further down my neck, leaving kisses.

"Six…around…not complete…sure," I stuttered. Edward chuckled slightly at my inability to speak correctly. His breath rolled gently across my neck and I shivered slightly.

"You smell really good today," Edward sighed, pulling back at last. I looked up to check his eyes. They weren't hungry…for blood. A new layer of desire seemed to coat Edward's swirling eyes this time. I almost gasped at the intensity.

"Must be the feeling of summer," I said with a wistful smile.

"Not the feeling of being my wife?" Edward said with a playful pout. I gently ran my fingers across his lips, slowly, to see if he would react badly. He just closed his eyes and his lips parted slightly. His lips felt so smooth under my trembling finger.

I moved my hand so it rested at the nape of his neck and Edward opened his eyes again. The TV was flashing colors through the semi-dark room and the lights reflected wonderfully off Edward. I couldn't hear any noise from it though, because I was so captivated by the beautiful creature in front of me.

"That might add to it," I said quietly as Edward held my gaze lovingly. He leaned in and pressed his smooth lips to mine. I felt my mind fluttering happily and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't tremble or become stoic, but wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I felt him angle his head so he could kiss me better and the tingling escaped and ran freely across every inch of my body.

I felt his hands glide from my waist, slowly across my hip. My heart jumped into my ribcage. His hand gently stopped at the very top of my thigh, where he rubbed slow circles into it with his thumb, increasing more pressure each circle. The pleasure was almost unbearable. I gasped into his mouth and he slowly pulled away. His hand movements stopped.

"Sorry," he said in a whisper, still not too far away from my face.

"Don't be," I said, blushing, "It felt good." Edward looked up at me and his lips turned up in a crooked smile. His cool hand brushed against the top of my red cheek and.

"Did it, now?" he said smugly. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't let it get to your head, hot stuff," I said, blushing even further now.

Edward grinned and he slowly moved his hand from my thigh and down to my calf. The cool sensation I felt under my pants as he moved his hand was amazing.

As he did that one other night before, he moved my leg so that my whole body came with it and I was practically straddling him. His back was against the wall as I sat, shocked. My hands that were on his shoulders gripped his shirt. Edward smiled smugly at me, but his eyes searched for any type of uncomfortable reaction.

"You seem to like doing that a lot this whole week," I said, still a bit shocked. His hands moved from my legs and up to my lower waist and gently moved me forward so that our chests were pressed together. I was breathing super loudly now.

"Doing what?" he said with innocent eyes but a smirk that told different.

"Pushing our limits," I said breathlessly.

"Are you complaining?" Edward asked, suddenly serious, and probably worried that I didn't like it.

"Definitely not. I was just wondering…why?"

Edward sighed and looked into my eyes, his gaze smoldering me straight to my core.

"My…desires…seem to have stopped battling over which one burns more," Edward said at last, "Though both are still burning, one…and I bet you can guess which one…seems to be taking over a bit…more."

"So your blood lust…"

"Is relatively quiet as long as I'm not completely thirsty. The other lust is what I'm slightly worried about. And I'm ashamed to say I'm letting it control me a little."

"W-why?" I asked. Just the thought of him losing control of that type of lust was enough to make me faint.

"I guess it's the feeling of you being my wife," Edward said with a grin. His eyes were loving and happy and I didn't doubt the sincerity of it.

"So you're more than willing to…see to my demands?"

Edward's grin grew wider and I took it as a yes.

"And you're getting antsy," I said with a smug smile of my own.

"Now, Bella, all the things I've been trying are completely harmless….so far."

I tired my best to not let the last part of his statement get the better of me.

"Edward, I'm not sure if I've told you, but you just breathing on me is not to be considered, 'completely harmless'."

With that, Edward moved his hands from my waist and slowly up my arms to rest on my upper arm. He pulled me slowly so that our cheeks were touching. Then he let out a low, exaggerated breath at my ear and moved his head down so that the breath reached my collar bone. I shivered largely this time and looked shocked at Edward's devilish smile.

"Are you trying to push my self control!? Or give me a freaking heart attack!?" I asked, my breathing becoming extremely heavy as my skin tingled from where his breath reached it.

"You push mine by just blushing that lovely shade of red, love," Edward cooed as his hand ran across my cheek gently, "I think it's only fair."

I frowned and Edward turned his head so that he could kiss my temple before kissing my eyelids, and finally gliding down to my lips where our lips barely touched.

"Did I tell you that I like it when you call me 'love'?" I said with a deep blush as my lips moved softly against his as I talked.

Edward grinned and then he suddenly let out a groan of frustration. I pulled away a little.

"Which lust?" I asked, eyeing him carefully. Edward laughed heartily and slid his hand behind my curtain of hair so that he could hold the back of my neck.

"Is that going to be the new question now whenever I become a statue and pull away unexpectedly?" Edward said through laughter.

I beamed at him and he smiled.

"Well, the more humane one, at the moment," he chuckled, "But I was groaning at the fact that I don't think I'll be able to control myself until after the wedding."

My eyes lit up with excitement, but Edward rolled his eyes.

"But," Edward emphasized, "I know I will have to. The temptation of you bailing out on the wedding after getting what you wanted might be too much for you."

"Hey! How do you know I can't resist temptation as well as you can!" I exclaimed.

"The fact that both of us are sitting like this right now is proof enough that neither of us can resist temptation, love," Edward said slyly.

I blushed again and Edward grinned. Then his eyes flashed to something behind me. I looked back at the coffee table that was behind me. All it had was a couple of my old notebooks from school on it.

"What?" I asked Edward. He put his hand on the small of my back and supported me as he leaned forward to reach for something behind me. I could care less about what he was grabbing because the pressure of our chests pressed together was enough to make me dizzy.

Edward finally pulled back and waved my English notebook around. His eyes looked mischievous and I was worried about what he had planned.

"May I?" he asked, aiming his fingers above the cover of my notebook as if ready to open it.

I racked my brain for anything that I didn't want him to see in there.

"Sure. If you want…I guess," I shrugged. I slowly climbed off his lap and Edward gave me a disapproving look.

"You can't read with me on your lap," I explained. I quickly snuggled myself next to him as close as possible, though.

"I don't think I could do any sort of action that doesn't involve you with you sitting on my lap," Edward said, his eyes gleaming with desire again.

Before his words could make me do anything crazy, he flipped my notebook open and peered inside. I honestly didn't know what he wanted to find out of there. I watched in silence as his nimble fingers flipped through the pages. Then he got to a page and stopped. Quickly, I slapped my hands over the page, to cover up what was written on there.

"Okay, you're done reading," I said quickly, a blush creeping into my cheeks again.

"Bella," Edward grinned, "You said I could look. You won't go back on your word will you…?"

He gave me the crooked smile and gazed at me from under his eyelashes. His hair hung a little in front of his eyes and I thought I was going to have a heart attack from how sexy he looked. Of course, this look persuaded me.

"Fine," I muttered. Edward chuckled.

"You have to take your hands off the page, love," Edward smirked. And now he was using that name again to persuade me once again.

I stubbornly didn't move them and Edward chuckled again. He brought the book up, along with my hands on top of it, and placed a kiss on the top of my hands and, when I was dazzled by the sensation of his lips, he swiftly pulled the book from beneath me.

"No fair!!" I squealed as I tried to reach over him to get the book. He held it with the hand farther away from me and held it high above my head.

"Bella…" he said in a warning tone. I scowled at him and clasped my hands together on my lap like a good girl.

He kissed the top of my head and smiled sweetly at me.

"Don't be embarrassed, love," he whispered. I blushed again as he took a good look at the page with a huge grin on his face.

Scrawled across the page were my many confessions of love to Edward. Along with many doodles of hearts and other random things. English had been relatively boring, and therefore I spent a lot of my time thinking of Edward…and doodling. The combination resulted in this extremely mushy and embarrassing page where, if possible, all my feelings were scattered along the page.

"I spend a lot of my time thinking of you," I muttered, staring at my palms, "And the remaining time was used for wishing I was with you."

Edward still had the grin on his face when he placed his palm on the side of my face and turned me towards him.

"You'll have me forever, Bella," Edward said, gazing deep into my eyes. Even as he said the words, my heart jumped at the thought of Edward being mine…forever.

"And this," Edward said, gesturing with his other hand to the book, "Is the most wonderful, heartfelt, and most adorable thing I have ever seen from you."

"Even better than me saying your name in my sleep?" I said. Well, it was more moaning than saying, really.

Edward laughed and pressed his cool forehead against mine.

"Almost," he said in a near whisper. I grinned and Edward pressed his lips to mine again. He pulled away and looked at me sheepishly.

"I really couldn't help but look," he admitted with a low chuckle, "I've heard that girls do that with the boy that has their affections, and I was overwhelmingly curious to see if it was true."

"And how do you feel about knowing it was true?"

He paused to dazzle me with his eyes for a moment.

"Exceedingly giddy," he said at last, "Especially by the fact that it's my name on that page."

"Whose else would it be?" I said, rolling my eyes. Edward grinned and took my face in his hands again. The kiss was still under the limits, of course (meaning no teeth), but it was so full of passion that I felt myself getting a little dizzy.

I felt Edward slowly pushing against me so that I was now lying on my back on the couch. We didn't break the kiss as he positioned himself so that his full weight wasn't on me. Finally, I broke to gasp for air and Edward moved to kiss the corner of my mouth and proceed to trail it slowly along the edge of my jaw. One of his hands tangled in my hair and held the back of my head, while the other rested on my shoulder and was tracing gentle lines back and forth on my collar bone.

I let out a small moan at the gentleness of his movements. Yet they were so full of love and passion.

My hands went to his hair where I clutched him tightly to me. My back instinctively arched as he ran his tongue gently across my jaw which he had been kissing. This caused Edward to let out his own moan and my breathing picked up just at the sound. It was so captivating and yummy.

His hands moved to my waist where he slowly, without break the kiss, sat up so that I was sitting under his kneeling legs with my hands in his hair and his hands wrapped firmly around my waist.

"Oh yeah," he said as he gazed at me with desire, "Definitely going to find it hard to wait for the wedding."

I smiled proudly as he leaned in to kiss me again.

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I felt like writing something intimate. Intended to be a one shot, but I might write a couple more along the lines of this. Don't know yet, but tell me if you think I should leave it here or go on. Know how you'll tell me? In a wonderful little review of course!