A/N: So, I should probably set this up a bit. This began as excerpt to something much bigger. In this story, the main character (who isn't Edward) is a fairy. A flying, sparkly blond fairy. Just kidding. Think Gaelic faerie. One of the faeries gift is that when they come in direct physical contact with supernatural beings, that particular place on the supernatural being looks and behaves human. As a faerie comes to age into their mystical heritage, their gifts evolve. At this point, our faerie character's moods can manipulate and enhance their other gifts. In short, during sex with a vampire, the vamp looks and feels human, their features don't change but their skin color, eye color, body heat, and skin texture does. They're still very firm and move like vampires. I think I explained that well. Anyway, it's written so that the narrator is the reader. I don't own Twilight, because if I did, Jasper & Bella would switch roles. In everything. Oh, and Jacob would be in a kennel.

This couldn't be real. There was no way it was real. Because if this was real, something would be wrong about this. His skin wouldn't be so smooth, and our bodies wouldn't fit so perfectly.

The moonlight wouldn't dance across his skin like the surface of the ocean at midnight. His hair wouldn't glow as brilliantly bronze in the night as it does in the day, and those strong warm arms wouldn't be wrapped around me.

His endless emerald eyes wouldn't be penetrating my very humanity, and his warm, soft lips wouldn't be leaving permanent tingling tattoos.

Because if that were true, I'd be dead. This cozy mouton side cabin would be a devastating crime scene, and Edward would be to blame. Death by unrealistic perfection. But then he kissed me, and I knew that this dream was real.

I was indeed making love to Adonis. Or rather he to I. I had tasted the flesh of a god, and it was beyond all expectations I so foolishly built. A god was currently inside of me, filling me with love and emotions surpassing the most unnecessary extravagances one could fathom. Edward placed me in the middle of ecstasy, and I didn't even have to work for it.

Every moment of the past four months brought us to this very night, this very second. The seemingly insignificant navy blue cotton/wool blend shirt , the snow entrenched valley, the Christmas morning breakfast in bed, even the wrecked Volvo. Every occurrence between the two of us brought our beings to become as one.

"Are you close?" I asked as Edward thrust his hips forward and away. Could he hear the mist in my voice? I was certain my words were almost inaudible.

"I've been close since we began, I can keep this up for as long as you can stand." He grinned down, moving hair from my eyes, still keeping his perfect positioning.

"I don't ever want this end." I breathed.

"Neither do I," he placed a fleet of kisses on my collar bone, "But the others will may begin to worry."

My voice hitched as he struck gold inside of me, "Gah!" I grabbed his shoulders, "Forgive me for being selfish, but I honestly couldn't give a fu-"

He struck again.

"Maybe you just shouldn't talk."

"Quit suggesting what I'm already inclined to do and fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." He picked up his pace, and changed his rhythm. When would enough ever be enough? How could I tire of this? I clenched myself around him, it felt warm enough to me, surely any part of him touching me would behave human.

Edward took in a sharp breath as his knees buckled slightly. I grinned up at him satisfied, "For as long as I can stand, eh?"

"Stop that. It's not fair."

"Stop what?" I tightened my grip again, his thrusts became from frantic. "Don't ever forget who's dick that is. I'll do with it what I please."

Edward threw his head back in pleasure, "I'm so close."

I pulled his face to mine and kissed my way up his jaw and whispered in his ear, "Close to what?"

My inquiry made him shiver, "I'm going to come."

"Come for me," I whispered.

And with that, Edward dispersed himself within me. I felt his love fill me and melted into the bed. He collapsed next to me, motionless and completely breathless.

I smiled triumphantly and draped an arm over his marble frame, "Don't feel bad. I'm talented."

He laughed throatily, as if out of breath, "Talented? You're completely brilliant."

I shrugged and rested my head on his shoulder, "You're not too bad yourself."

"I've waited so long to make love to you," he sat up, placing my head in his lap, "I was so afraid."

I clenched his hand, "You didn't hurt me. I'm fine. I'm happy."

"How happy?"

"So happy I could die," I watched his features tighten and squeezed his hand, "and it's alright. I'm not going anywhere."