OK, so I decided to write a little one-shot. I really don't know why, maybe its because my computer is being stupid and won't let me on myspace. But anyways, I have some free time and I figured, what the hell, might as well. Hahah that totally rymed. I'm usually not this ditzy(?). I swear. But anyway..

On with the show....

kinda.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of the Twilight saga, Stephanie Meyer does. I simply play with them to my liking.

Bella's POV

A cold grasp brought me out of the deep sleep I had fallen into. The light was brighter than it should have been, making me scrunch my eyes in order to see around my room. But the thing was, it wasn't my room. I didn't know where the hell I was. At first that scared the shit out of me. I mean, wouldn't you freak out if you woke up in a strange place? The hand on my sholder shook me again, bringing my attention to the god looking down to me. I could have sworn I was still in a dream, but everything was way too vivid. Apparently he had said something to me, strange, I don't remember any noise. Then I realized I couldn't hear anything at all. I started freaking out again. The god's eyes widened. He looked like he wanted to comfort me, but was afraid he would scare me off? What a silly man, why on earth would anyone run from his angelic face?

When I sat up, the god moved to help me then sat on the corner of the bed I had not realized was there. I had a terrible headache. Then everything started to come back to me. Well parts of it. I remembered a hotdog being thrown through the air, getting wet, calling someone, and then..nothing. How strange. What was even more strange, I never used that word, strange. But it seemed to be the only word to fit my current situation. I shook my head, trying to decipher some of the confusion clouding my memory.

I could hear again after a couple of minutes. The beautiful creature that had awoken me was still by my side. Weird, I sounded like a guy. After about five minutes, I decided I'd ask what the hell was going on.

"Who are you? Where am I? Ugh, my head is pounding."

He just smiled.

"Answer me damn it!" I was frustrated, Ok? I know he didn't deserve my hostility but I was really starting to worry.

Apparently what I said was amusing because he started to laugh louder.

"My name is Edward. You came to a party last night at my house. And your heads probably pounding because of the punch you drank." Damn. His voice was like velvet. I was comparing sounds to textures? What next, saying that clouds taste like whiped cream?

I was too busy digressing in my head to notice Edward hand me a shirt. I gave him a look that said what-the-fuck-are-you-doing. He then glanced toward my chest, which made me of course look down to my exposed breasts. I snatched the shirt out of his hand faster that I could possibly imagine. I was embarassed, outraged, and slightly aroused? I was confusing the crap out of me.

"WHY AM I NAKED?!"

"I don't know why your asking me, your the one that took your clothes off." He had a slight blush across his pale cheeks.

I completely avoided his eyes, I would probably die of emabrassment if I did. I flung the T-shirt over my head, and brought my legs to the side of the bed. Edward moved out of my way and grabed my left elbow to steady me. I stood up and the room began to spin. I stumble, right into his arms.

He laughed, "Yeah, you did that alot last night too."

I looked up at him alarmed. I was just starting to regain my balance when I saw his eyes. His topaz eyes bore into mine making my legs forget how to stand. I tumbled once again into his arms, but this time he wasn't ready to catch me and I slamed against his hard chest. I quickly tried to straighten myself, pushing against his toned muscles.

I don't know whats wrong with me, but I froze in his arms. I don't even know this man. He put one hand on each of my hips, I guessed to keep me from falling again. I looked into his startled eyes and crashed my lips to his. To say the least, I wasn't the only one surprised buy my sudden outburst.

I was about to pull away and run into a dark corner and die from embarassment when he started to kiss me back. It was one of, no THE best feeling I have ever experienced. Edward pulled me closer and completely forgeting what was going on, I wrapped my leg around his, hiking it in the prosess. It was then that I discovered that I was not only without pants, but my underwear had pulled a Houdini as well. The shock of his jeans on my bare skin shocked my out of my lust.

I staggered away from the enchanting man. I covered my mouth with my hand and began to pace, absentmindedly.

"Whats wrong?" He asked. His voice was winded from out kiss.

"Whats wrong?! I have no idea who you are, where I am, how I got here and why the HELL I'M NOT WEARING ANY CLOTHES!" I began to pant, loosing my breath as I yelled.

He smiled, AGAIN. He was really starting to piss me off. "You're right. You need answers before we do anything too drastic." He took my hand and started to lead me somewhere. "Here's a shower. I'll have clean clothes ready when you get out. Take your time." He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I wanted to grab his face and drag him into the shower with me, but the old Bella was shouting at me louder that ever not to touch him.

After I got out of the shower, I shyly looked out the door. Sure enough, my clothes were neatly folded on the floor, clean. I quickly put them on and stepped out of the bathroom. His house was amazing, to say the least. The hallway was bright and filled with beautiful paintings. I looked down the long room and saw the stairs at the end. As I walked toward the white staircase, I noted the paintings. Some I recognized, like Monet and van Gogh. Others I did not. The majority of the works of art were of nature. Clearly, a normal man did not collect paintings like these without an alterior motive. The thoughts swifly flew out of my mind when I heard a soft melody drift through the air. I knew that lullaby. My mother used to hum it to me while I drifted off to sleep. Debussy, Reverie. It was beautiful. I stumbled down the enchanting white staircase. I felt like I was Cinderella decending to find her prince. Oh the fantasies my mind could work up.

He was sitting on the piano bench, his back to me. I silently walked up to him and started to hum the song right away with him. He jumped at my sudden appearence. It was then that I noticed that he had had his eyes closed.

"You have an interesting home, Edward."

"How so?"

"Its...classical." I sighed. There was no other way to describe the regal atmosphere of the house.

He glanced toward the stairs and the hallway from which I had just came from, "Yes, my mother was an interior designer and loved late 19th Century art. I guess thats why I took up piano."

"You play very well," I complimented.

"Thanks, but I could be better. Its only a pass time."

I looked around what I assumed was the main living room. It had some of the same feel as the hall, but more modern. There was a very advanced looking stereo and a entertainment section across some very fluffy looking couches. I drifted toward the back wall, mesmerized. Where a normal wall with a huge window might have been, instead the whole wall was gone, replaced by one enormous wall of glass.

I kept walking, humming the lullaby, to the scene before me. It looked almost like one of the paintings on the wall. There was a lush green meadow, and a deep blue river that snaked its way across. Beyond the river, a wood could be seen. I strained my eyes and I could almost make out a few mountians in the background.

"Woa," I stated. God, hes gonna think I'm stupid or something. Come on, I could have come up with something a lot better than, 'woa', I thought.

He chuckled. "Yea, not many people know the true beauty of this place. Its like Mother Nature painted the master painting. I get photographers up here all the time taking pictures."

"Where is 'here'?" The questions were screaming at my pounding head again.

"Forks. Its a little town, right outside of Seatle."

"Hmm. I remember going to Seatle with some friends of mine. We came up here for a friends graduation over in La Push."

"Friends? Who are they I might know who they are."

He looked interested in my friends. "Theres Angela Weber, her boyfriend Ben, and Jessica Stanley and her boyfriend Mike."

"I do know them." He cocked one of his perfect eyebrows, "I know Angela is an angle, but why Jessica? She's a little, now don't take this the wrong way or anything, but she's...a bitch."

"Yeah, I know, but we went to school together and all. She annoys me most of the time, but oh well."

He looked a little relieved that I didn't go off on him for insulting one of my friends. I still needed answers though.

"So what exactly happened last night. I remember little bits and peices, but not much after shortly ariving to a party."

"Well just tell me what you remember and I'll fill in the rest."

Edward was being aloof and both of us knew it, but I decided to entertain him anyways.

"Well, I remember pulling up to a mansion type of house in Mike's surburban. We all went in and got a couple of drinks and I stayed behind while everyone else went on the dance floor. I'm not the most balanced person," I explained. "Then everything kinda gets fuzzy. I remember a hotdog flying through the air, and then getting soaking wet. I think I might have called someone too. The next thing I knew I was waking up in that bed upstairs."

He looked very amused. Too amused, in truth, it actually kinda scared me. What the hell did I do last night? I thought.

"Ok, I don't know what you did after your friends went out on the dance floor, but I do remember you joining them. It was actually quite graceful." His crooked smile made me think I did something a little more than dance. I groaned, making him smile even more sly. "Naturally, I notice a beautiful creature one the dance floor," motioning to me, "and I went to join you. We..danced..for a while, then apparently you got hungry because you yelled in my ear 'Go get me some food'." His hesitation at the word 'dance' once agian made me suspect it wasn't simple a dance. Knowing how I act when I'm toasted, I'll bet my life it was more like sex with clothes on. That thought made be blush, I couldn't help it. I also couldn't help the feeling in my stomach that made me realize I wanted to do it again.

He continued, and seeing my blush, laughed. "So I went and got you the only food being served, hotdogs. Apparently you were very hungry 'cause you sort of ran to me and grabbed the food out of my hands. After you inhaled the hotdog, you pulled me out to the dance floor again."

We made our way over to the fluffy couches, away from nature's muriel. I sat down by the right arm of the chair and turned so that I could still see out the back wall. Edward came and sat next to me and spread his arms over the back of the furniture.

"When you got tired," he continued, " We went upstairs." My head shot towards his, and my eyes met his gold ones and I forgot how to breathe. "Breathe Bella," he laughed. And I did. "You did that a lot last night too. At first I thought you were having some sort of fit. Anyways, we went upstairs, you were obviously wasted, stumbling around. You made your way into the bathroom and somehow managed to lock me out. I heard the bath water running and started to bang on the door for you to let me in. I finally picked the lock and found you in the bathtub." My eyes went as wide as they had ever been. Which caused him to add, "with your clothes on of course." Oh thank God!

"What did you do? Take me out all soaking wet?" I honestly had never been that out of it before. The last time I had been too drunk that I couldn't remember, the only thing I had done was accidently mistake the kitchen sink for a toilet. And my friends never let me forget that one...

"Well, I couldn't leave you in there, you had kinda fallen asleep. So I brought you into my room, changed you clothes, and just watched you sleep."

"Then how did I end up naked?" I was so confused.

"Apparently your instints override your common sense when your drunk, 'cause my room was a little warm." I gasped. I didn't! I know that when I sleep I do the first thing that will make me confortable. If I'm hungry, I'll sleep walk to the kitchen and eat. If I need to express myself, I talk. If I get cold, I go get a blanked. And if I get hot, I strip.

Damn it!! I'm never drinking again! Ok, that was probably a false promise. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. "The phone call?"

"I don't know about any phone call. I think I might have fallen asleep after a while."

"But we didn't... right?" He flashed a crooked grin.

"Didn't what?"

You little fucker, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

"We didn't sleep together right?" I groaned internally. God, I sounded like a 14 year old.

"Well, technically we did." He kept grinning.

"Oh, don't be a smart ass. You know what I mean." My embarassment was slowly turning into agravation.

"Don't worry, your safe from a one night stand. With me anyways."

"Good." I think I might have hurt his feeling because he looked a little disappointed. "Not that I wouldn't like to," I rushed, "its just that if we did, then I'd really like to remember it."

Once agian, his stupid alluring grin was back on his perfect lips. "Oh God," I groaned, "I swear I'm not usually like this. I'm usually less of a nerd."

He nodded, real sarcastic. "Mmm Hmm."

It was really starting to piss me off a little.

"I'm serious. Normally I don't even notice georgous men." Why I kept putting my foot in my mouth I didn't know. He just kept nodding his god like head 'mmm hmm'-ing.

Really frustrated, I turned to where I was directly in front of my face. "I'll show you." And before I could stop my self, I reached up and grabbed his perfect face in my hands and crashed my lips to his startled ones. Almost imidately he responded. Our lips began to move together, I was loosing myself in passion. I felt my legs move and strattle his waist. He put his hands on either side of my hips. It felt totally natural, his hands seemed to fit around my hips perfectly. I was fighting for control over my body. Finally, I was able to draw away from him, panting.

"Oh God, Bella," he groaned. I could feel how much he like our kiss. Acutually, I was pretty sure he could me too.

I moved to get off, but he held me in place. He looked into my eyes, and I knew I couldn't help myself anymore. I kissed his lips again. This time less forcefully, more sensually. He kissed me back with the same passion which caused a moan to escape my chest, vibrating our lips.

Running on instints, I began to run my hands down his chest. I lingered on his muscles, feeling how they shivered under my touch. When I got to his waist, I tugged once on his shirt before slipping my hands beneath it. His cool skin sent shivers down my spine and I ran my hands up his chest, bringing the shirt with me. We parted as I brought his shirt over his head. I flung it to the floor and turned my gaze to his body. Muscles in all the right places, his skin was cool, and pale. It surprised me, but then again, I wasn't exactly little miss tan either.

My mind zoomed back to what I was doing what I felt my tank top fly over my head. Edward shifted, sliding a little lowe on the couch, bringing me falling toward his chest for the third time that morning. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I felt him stand up. I clung my legs around him, trying not to fall. We were kissing all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Edward layed me down on the cloud like bed and stood over me, his legs inbetween my own.

He took off his belt and slid off his jeans. Now standing over me in only his boxers, I realized what I was about to do. I shivred and smiled slyly. Normally I was not the type of girl to have unattached sex. I don't know whats gotten into me.

Edward placed one hand my hip and the other he brought to my jeans. He slowly, almost painfuly slow, unclasped the button and pulled down the zipper. I lifted my hips so that he could take them off. He droped them once they were away from my body. He stared lustfully at me. I thought there was a little more than lust in his eyes, but I couldn't make it out very well, I didn't know if I was seeing things.

He gently layed on top of me, bringing us to the center of the bed while he did so. I felt the clasp on my bra loosen and soon found that it was being tossed aside along with my panties. I was completly nude, again. I stoped our kisses and smiled devilishly at him. He cocked an eyebrow in response. I fliped us over to where I was now once again strattling his waist, this time, only one peice of clothing in my way.

I shrank down to the foot of the bed. I reached up slowly, to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Bella, don't teast me," he groaned. The sound of him groaning my name made me wet, and no doubt about it, it showed. I pulled off his boxers and tossed them behind my head, not caring where they landed.

I was looking into his eyes, filled with lust when I had discarded his boxers. When I finally looked at his member, I was a little taken back. Once again, my stupid emotions were displayed on my face. "What? Not what you were expecting?"

I was a little nervous, to be honest. This is going to hurt. Naturally being the clever woman that I am, I said the smartest thing ever, "Yeah." Great. Way to go smarts.The worst part was that I didn't even technaically say it. It was more of a sigh or moan or something.

I saw it get bigger, which brought me back to the present. I stared into his eyes, and brought up all the courage that I could muster. I got even with his member, and licked my way to its base. I heard him gasp then moan my name. It only made me more aroused. I took all of him into my mouth and sucked, hard. I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me. I began to bob my mouth around him, each time I took more of his dick into my mouth. When I could feel his climax comming, I began to deep throat him. He suddenly exploded into my mouth, shouting my name. It was one of the best moments of my life, to please a god like him and make him groan my name. Talk about an ego booster.

Before I knew it, Edward had flipped us over. He was now stationed with his legs inbetween mine, his hands on either side of my head. He leaned in and kissed me so passionatly that I felt myself grow even wetter. I growled, yes growled, when he pulled away. "The first time you come is gonna be with me inside you." I nodded, dumbly I might add, and pulled him to me. I could feel him at my entrance. "This is going to hurt a little, love."

I had never been call love before, and with it comming from him, it was too arousing for me to handle. I thrusted my hips up, pushing him inside me slightly. I did an intake of breath when I felt him go halfway in. He stopped to check on me, "Bella, are you ok?" He looked a little worried that he had hurt me.

"No, I'm fine," I gasped. I thrusted up again, and sensing what I was trying to do, he entered me fully. "Oh God!" I moaned. There are no words to describe how he felt inside me. And althrough try as I might, his perfection is incomprable. He let me get used to his size then slowly slid out of me, then back in. He continued his easy pace until pleasure completely overwieghed the pain.

"Faster Edward! Oh God!"

He went faster. A lot faster. The speed was great, more than great it was magical. "Come on! Yes! Harder!" I yelled.

Again, he went harder, a lot harder. I was loosing myself in him. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I began to moan his name, making him go faster. I climaxed, my body shaking with pleasure. Edward slowed, letting me ride out my orgasm. Once my breathing my back to normal, he increased his pace again. I brought his lips to mine for a very lust filled kiss. He slowed down, almost to a stopping point, and sat up on his knees. The new position sent a wave of extacy throughout my body and Edward picked up the pace again, hitting my G-spot every time.

"Edward. Oh God. Edward!! Fuck!" I was yelling by my second orgasm. My body shook and my bac arched almost impossibly.

It continued like that until I orgasmed for a third time, this time though he came with me. A flood of pleasure washed through me, literally and figurativly. He colasped on top of me. Before I would have thought his weight to be uncomfortable, but it was strangly comfortable. Theres that damn word again.

We laid like that for a few minutes. When Edward rolled off me, a rush of cool air sent goosebumps over my sweat covered skin. Seeing me shiver, Edward brought a blanked up around us. I closed my eyes as Edward snuggled behind me, his breathing whispy.

"So, would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

I smiled, "I don't know, I'm not the kind of girl to go out with someone I barely know."

He laughed, "Come on Bella."

My mind went straight to the gutter, "I did. Three times thank you very much."

He laughed again, damn he is so hot, "Your very welcome." His tone was semi-serious.

"I would love to go out to dinner with you Edward."

I could feel his crooked smile in my hair. I was about to turn around and kiss him when my phone rang. I groaned, I really didn't want to go back to reality right now. I forced myself out of his arms and grabbed my jeans from the floor and took out my phone from the pocked. I forgot to look at the caller ID before I opened it.

"Hello?"

Bella! Where did you go?" It was Angela.

"Sorry Ange. Apparently I passed out and spent the night. Don't worry though someone took care of me." Oh he took care of me all right.

Oh thank God, I was so worried. I felt so bad about leaving without you but you know how Jess gets. Anyway, I was just calling to make sure you were ok. I'll talk to you later."

"Ok, bye."

I pressed the end button and 1 missed call poped up on my phone. It was from my dad. Oh shit! I didn't!! I checked my last calls log, and sure enough, the last call was to Charlie. "SHIT!"

Edward was by my side instantly. "Whats wrong? Is everything ok?"

"NO! Everything is not ok! I called my dad last night. He's gonna kill me."

"Don't jump to conclusions Bella. Maybe you didn't leave a voicemail."

I clicked out of my last calls log and a new voicemail showed up on the screen. "No, but I think he did."

I called my voicemail and listened to Charlie's rantings about waking him up in the middle of the night and not even answering my phone. He didn't sound too mad which means he didn't know I was wasted last night. "Oh thank God. He doesn't know."

Edward laughed, apparently what I said was funny.

"Whats so funny?"

"N-Nothing," he said between laughs.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"Hahaha, you have a tatoo on your ass that says 'Baby Tame Me'."

"Oh, that. Yeah, the last time I got really drunk, actually the only other time, I went downtown and got a tatoo. I don't even remember that night."

He was still laughing five minutes later. We were both dressed and I had pinned up my crazy sex hair. I got ready to leave and opened his front door. Suddenly his hands were on either side of my face and our lips were locked in a fight for dominence. He won of course, I forgot how to breathe again. He chuckled and pulled away.

"Breathe Bella."

I took a deep breathe, "Right. Well call me later."

"Deal."

I turned to leave and was half way down the drive way before I shouted back, "At least I will remember this!"

I saw him bust out laughing. Damn I didn't think it was that funny.

Then I turned to see a very red faced Cheif of police behind me.

"Oh," I said, my briliance once again making its daibew. "Hey dad."

Ok, I worked on this for like 3 days. I really want to know what you think. Is my style wierd? Is the story line to stupid? Yadda Yadda.

If you review I will love you forever I swear! And I also swear I'll message you back. I'll answer any question and comment on anything you want.

-Holly

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