A romantic one-shot of human Bella and Edward's first time together. Simple but hopefully effective.Disclaimer: I own none of the Twilight characters."Do you mind?" he whispered, as he tenderly slid his hand up my leg. His voice was light, airy, gentle. It made me feel safe, even as my mind was zigzagging in confusion as I felt his fingers graze over the skin beneath the hem of my skirt and continue slowly up my thigh."No. I… I don't mind," I smiled up at him, ignoring the quiver in my own uncertain voice. His mouth came down on mine, soft, warm, wonderful. Our mouths moved together and I got lost in the joy of breathing with him. I could feel my pulse quickening and suddenly I was aware of his hand, large and gentle tugging down my underwear, leaving me feeling exposed, but safe in his arms. He brought up his hands and cradled my face as our lips stayed pressed against each other. I ran my fingers through his soft, thick hair, over the strong muscles in his neck and along the ridges of his back. He rolled over suddenly, leaving me perched on top of him, straddling him with my thighs. He looked up at me and smiled, a mixture of playfulness and shyness. I blushed but returned his smile, and gently pulled his old, soft T-shirt up over his head. He returned the gesture by gently raising my own shirt, his hands roaming over my stomach, and then up, inside my bra with movements so gentle it made me gasp. He chuckled at my response, but he was just a breathless. With him leading me, like an old-fashioned waltz, I was on my back again, now with my shirt and bra flung gently on the floor, laying next to my discarded underwear. I watched his face as he looked down at me, and the pleasure in his eyes, the happiness that sparkled in them as he held me made my breath catch, made my eyes mist. He smiled at me and acting on instinct I smiled pulled off his jeans, and drew out the small plastic square that had been waiting patiently in the pocket. It glinted in the light, making the reality of what we were doing finally dawn on me. But I wasn't scared, all I could feel was excitement, and an overwhelming happiness that bubbled out of me through smiles and muted laughter as the two of us rolled together, lost in each other, and lost in the moment. And then the plastic was on him, my skirt had finally joined my other clothes, strewn on his floor, and there was nothing between us. He slowly slid is tongue into my mouth once more, and I melted at the feeling. I felt him raise himself up, the absence of his skin against mine like a sudden aching loneliness. But then I felt him between my legs. I felt him, long and hard as he gently slid into me. The pain was an unexpected flash, but there was pleasure with it too, the pleasure of him inside me, of this special moment, shared between just the two of breathed in gasps now, and he rocked on top of me, moving in and out, and making me want him more with every movement. I felt the heat of him on top of me, beside me, inside me; he was everywhere. I searched for his mouth, and he met me with intensity. The moment went on and on, the pain and pleasure inside me getting higher and higher, more and more intense.I gasped and screamed from the joy of the moment, I felt him above me, and heard him meet my cries with equal collapsed into a hot, sweating, gasping pile, tangled in each other and smiling endlessly. I trembled in his arms as we lay there, and he stroked my hair until I was still. We lay there together, entwined in each other and hopelessly happy until the cold crept over us and the heat of each other's bodies wasn't enough to keep us. Then we got up slowly, regretfully, still clasping hands, unwillingly to move on from the the magical thing we had just review. xxx