Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, I write about them, No intention of copy write!
~ Bella's Point of View ~
I was barely waking up when I heard the sound of my alarm clock beeping on my side table. It was 8:30 a. m. on a Saturday morning. I tapped it to turn it off and immediately checked the weather outside of my bedroom window. Great, it was raining – no pouring – buckets.
Oh well, I thought to myself. I groggily dragged my aching body to my bathroom while I snatched my bag of toiletries off of my floor. I quickly took a shower and dressed myself in blue jeans, a long-sleeved teal shirt, and sneakers. I blow-dried my hair and braided it to the side to keep it out of the way.
While walking down my stairs, I noticed that my house was empty.
"Charlie?" I called, just double checking. Nope. No answer.
Last night, Edward came into my room, but I told him to meet up with me later in the morning because I was too tired. In the kitchen, I saw him there, just waiting on my father's chair in all of his beauty. I still cannot believe that he is mine.
"So, how did you sleep?" he asked me after I had gotten myself a bowl of milk and cereal.
"I slept okay," I answered truthfully, "but I felt a little lonesome without you, how did you sleep?" I asked.
"Ha," he chuckled darkly, "I slept well. So, what would you like to do today?"
"How about we just stay home today? Watch a movie, maybe cook?"
"That sounds great, but I need to take a quick trip to my house to get something," he responded.
"Okay, that's fine with me, Edward," I told him. He walked out of the back door with a gleam in his eye.
As I went over to the television to pick out a movie, Edward was already back. He picked me up off of my feet and kissed me gently. I kissed him back, but after several moments, he pulled away.
"Are we ever going to do anything other than this?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked stunned.
"I mean," I started, "we never go any further and I know we both want to, so why don't we?"
He suddenly threw me on the couch and straddled me, kissing me with nothing but passion. His lips felt perfect against mine and I knew he knew it too. We went on for a little and then I moved my hand from the back of his neck to the small of his back and a little lower . . . He didn't mind at all.
I moved my hand the front of his pants where there was surprisingly a bulge. I squeezed him and he moaned. He picked me up and ran my upstairs into my bedroom. This time he placed me with great care down onto my bed and removed his shirt, revealing his perfect body.
I just stared at him in awe, and then removed my own shirt. He came closer to me, never leaving my eyes, and climbed on top of me.
"Do you really want to go through with this?" he asked in the most seductive way.
I nodded and kissed him. I had never been with someone in this kind of way before and he knew that. My body was aching for him. He stopped kissing me and slowly led tiny trails of kisses down my stomach right to the hem of my jeans.