A/N ~ Hello, my peoples! I'm very pleased to set my first lime loose on ff!
I hope it's tasty enough not to make you scared and run to the nearest bucket *wink-wink*

I was thinking about my first midnight mystery runner when this little one-shot popped up. Sure, there was no track involved but a lap around the block did the job as well.
Anyway, I was minding my own business when suddenly this guy came jogging beside me and we actually had a nice conversation going.
Sooo hence the product of my socially challenged life. I tend to resurrect at night ;)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Enjoy!

BPOV

I can't believe I let her convince me into doing this. Sure, as soon as I mentioned I'd return the favor she practically forced me to go. Tonight. Something was up.

See, I wanted to join Forks High's Sprinting Team. Back in Phoenix I exercised a lot at the track at school, but we never had an actual team. I found that sprinting improved my posture and stability gradually. Seeing as I couldn't cross a flat surface without tripping over something completely invisible before, it proved to better my balance and relaxation when I ran at great speeds.

Plus, I was actually pretty good at it.

Tryouts were in two weeks, and apparently I was the only girl participating. Or so the word goes around campus. Which led me thinking about the conversation I had with Alice yesterday afternoon..

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I was hanging out at the Cullen's home, as usual. We were laying sprawled on the couch watching MTV, when suddenly I felt the need to go for a run. My ass was starting to grow attached to the white leather already, I hated sitting still for too long.

"Where are you going?" Alice didn't even bother to look up.

" I'm going for a quick run, I need to unwind my dynamics for a bit. Sitting in front of the TV for too long is really doing a number on my muscles." I stretched my body before turning to Alice, who was already standing, rolling her eyes at me.

"God you sound like my dorky brother."

Brother? Oh, right. Alice had an older brother who graduated Forks High two years ago. Alice always complained about how he was too much into books and music. Apparently he also liked to run.


"Why, was he being criticized by a 4'10" pixie about his desire to stretch his legs for a bit? She sighed and ignored my comment, pulling me toward the huge staircase that led to the upper floors of the massive house.

"Still dead set to take part in that silly running team are you? Well, forget about your athletic dreams for a minute and come upstairs with me."

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I dangled the small silver key she'd given me from my index finger, silver streaks of moonlight bouncing off with each delicate swing. I should've said no.

I glanced behind me, my red '53 Chevy truck still parked inconspicuously in the school's parking lot. I could still go back, to the safe comfort of my home where a warm bed was waiting with my name written on it. The wind ruffled my hair for a moment when I started walking again.

"Damn, it's cold." I muttered. Though, I'd probably had my own stupid self to blame for that. Who in their right mind would dare go out clad in just a ragged tee and very short shorts at 3 in the morning.

I groaned.

I walked around campus, past the gym building along a small concrete path when I reached the school's running tracks perimeter fencing. It was approximately 4' high, obviously to keep unwanted spectators out. The track was very impressive, even for Forks. And it was also very unlocked.

"What the?"

When Alice handed me the key to the tracks yesterday, I figured it to be wise and keep my mouth shut. I didn't need to know whose innocence she corrupted by charming the key into her possession. Nor why she would even need it. She was probably hatching some corrupted plan to force me into going shopping with her for granting me this slightly unwanted, but overly appreciated favor.

I pushed past the gate and walked along the track; the faded orange gravel made it glow like a setting sun on a pale blue night. I bent over to secure my shoelaces, no need for casualties due to my own negligence, when I noticed a figure stalking toward me.

I squinted in the darkness, but the only outline I could make was that of a male figure. My gut told me to get out of here, that it wasn't safe to be in a secluded area alone. Well, not totally alone. And let's face it, it was Forks. My dad was the police chief for crying out loud.

I noticed this guy looked kind of familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. Did he go to Forks High? He was dressed in a simple black fitting tee and grey sweat pants, obviously here to run. He certainly didn't look like an axe murderer, so that was a relief.

"Hey, I never thought I would have to share the tracks with someone at 3 am in the morning" Wow. No axe murderer indeed. This guy was a godsend. The undimmed moon's light made it easy for me to appraise his stunning features. Straight nose, high cheekbones, a strong set to the jaw. Oh yes, how the mighty Adonis has risen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize someone was already here. Well, I figured there might be, seeing the gate was unlocked, but, yeah." Smooth. God must be laughing his ass off. Mister Greek ran a hand through his hair, which I noticed, was quite untidy and sticky. Hot.

"Uh, yeah, my sister has these weird connections at her school. She gave me a key to this place, and I don't doubt she has many, many others secretly stocked somewhere." I knew he looked sort of familiar to me. He didn't attend Forks High, I've never seen him in any of my classes or during lunch. Then I remembered his face from a picture I'd seen in Alice's room!

"You're Alice's brother aren't you?" He looked surprised, and sheepishly ran his hand through his unruly hair again, which I noticed had a strange, exotic shade to it. Bronze, auburn like.

"Yeah, name's Edward. Ah, you must be Bella then." He smiled, flashing a set of perfect pearly white teeth as he took a step forward and held out his hand. I rolled my eyes as I laughed and shook his hand; it wasn't clammy or cold, but warm and a bit callused.

"What gave me away."

"Alice blabs about you non-stop, and you appear to fit her description very well." Oh no. That evil witch. Poor guy must've been continuously subjected to her daily tantrums about my lack of style, decrepit self-esteem and prematurely extinct hand-eye coordination. Not to mention my mousy brown hair, undeveloped body and non-original dull features.

"Disappointed? "

"Definitely not."

Oh. Hopefully it was dark enough so he couldn't see that stupid, traitorous blush creep up my cheeks. I just waited it out before I muttered a quiet 'Thanks'.

"So, field of expertise?"

I smirked, a competitive one, at that. "Sprinting. Wanna race?"

He flashed me a crooked smile, and crouched down as if he were preparing to jump and attack. It was very intimidating, but also very zestful. Especially with his ass that high up in the air. Bad Bella!

"Bring it on. 3 laps, no time limit."

I glanced one final time to his perky behind before I moved to crouch in a similar stance beside him, my eyes fixed on the kindling gravel. " 3.. 2.. 1.. GO!"

I was flying. The dark trees that surrounded the track became a dark blur as I pushed myself beyond my boundaries. I didn't know if Edward was behind me, or if he was still even running for that matter, all I knew is that when my legs started moving, speed came with breathing. I was rounding the track for the final time when I heard him coming up behind me, his breath coming in short, cold puffs on my neck. Wait, my neck?

"Tired much?"

I must've slowed down subconsciously, because the minute his silky voice made the hairs on the back of neck stand up, my desire to run the hell out me simply obliterated. He chuckled, but then he pinched my sides and dashed right by me! Hell no. I felt a new energy surge through me, as if the wind was assisting me by pushing me forward, or being towed with a rope by a car. I was flying again, past Edward, past the finish line. I didn't stop running and added a 4th lap to my record. Edward came into my vision again, he was standing at the finish with his arms crossed. He looked amused when I ran up to him, slightly out of breath.

"Sorry, I must look like a total sporty spaz right now."

He smoothed my sticky bangs from my forehead with the back of his hand and took a step back, as if to take in my appearance for the first time that night. He chuckled then.

"I'd say a little flustered and sweaty, but beautiful."

I'm not saying I was completely unfortunate looking, but beautiful? Certainly not. Before I could say thanks, or even remotely force my brain to think of an appropriate reply, he cut me off.

"Come sit with me."

He started walking towards the large 10-row bleachers that faced the East side of the tracks, and sat down on the third row. I followed him, dazed, not really caring to look where I was going, I just kept my gaze fixed on the solid angel that seemed to glow in the pale, silver moonlight of the crispy night.

He grabbed a plastic bag that he'd apparently left on the footboards and took out two bottles of water, handing one to me.

"Thanks" I grabbed the offered drink and sat down next him, my legs on either side of the aluminum seating plank. I never got to taking a sip actually, since I couldn't stop staring at his Adams apple! It bobbed with every gulp, and I fell in a trance. Damn, the guy even made swallowing sexy and inhumanly perfect.

"So why sprinting?"

I nearly fell down sideways, but clamped my legs tightly to the bench to remain sitting up. Crap. Did he notice I was checking him out? Probably, seeing as I was staring at him quite unabashedly when he was just mere inches across from me.

"S-sorry Edward, I totally zoned out, what did you ask? "

He copied my sitting position, but leaned back with his hands on the bench behind his back, giving me a nice view of his very broad, very shirtless chest. Was if off the entire time? I couldn't remember. By now I could care less if he noticed me checking him out, all sweaty and gorgeous. If I just leaned a bit forward I could stroke his toned chest, maybe lick his well defined abs? Or just grab-

"Bella?"

Holy fuck. I was totally manhandling the guy with some hot fantasy and I wasn't even doing a damn good job at hiding it. I shook my head and looked back at him. He was smiling, his chest moving sensuously up and down with every breath, that damned crooked smile in place. Was he taunting me?

"Um, well, I discovered that certain exercises that come with sprinting helped me to control my ability to walk across a horizontal surface without falling flat faced on the ground."

"Oh really?" He sat up again, and leaned in a tiny bit. Even though it was dark outside, I could see the brilliant hue of emerald depth in his eyes. A streak of yellow rounded his pupil, like a glint. Almost feral.

He leaned in closer as he.. smirked? "And what kind of exercises would that be then, Bella."

Hearing his husky whisper, almost made my brain lose control over my vocal functions, again. Well, two can play at this game.

"Well," I said trying to mimic the roughness in his voice, though I'm sure it came out all scratchy and gruff, "a common drill I practice a lot is ankling." I stood up, fastening his gaze on me, and sat down between his legs. Where this sudden lust-ridden confidence came from, I had no idea, but I wasn't going to wait around to find out. I carefully took in his reaction; he didn't seemed shocked, but rather, anticipating my next move.

"It's a circular movement of the lower leg to maintain dorsiflexion."

His hands came up and gently grabbed my waist, fingering the hem of my shirt. Oh God. " Dorsiflexion eh?"

"Y-yes, it's the principle of reaching your big toe as close to your shin as possible." I whispered as I wrapped my legs around his slender waist and crossed my ankles. He gripped my waist tighter, but made no other move when he spoke in his thick, silky voice again.

"Then what?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself slightly up. He figured out what I intended to do and pulled me into his lap, straddling him.

"This is called High Knee Running, or sitting, I suppose. It's when you keep your pelvis stable when lifting your knees as high as you can." It came out so low I wasn't even sure he heard me. I don't think I even heard me. My thoughts were pretty much preoccupied with someone's very obvious, very probing arousal.

His hands moved from my waist to cup my butt as he steadily held me against his firm chest. We were so tightly pressed together it made breathing become a very hard thing to do. Or was it the close proximity of his impossible handsome face, which was inching closer to mine, that made my chest tighten?

His lips brushed my ear as he spoke. " I was under the impression those exercises were solely meant to build up one's endurance?" He pulled back then, his lips mere inches from mine. Our breaths mingled, our gaze sparked.

" Let's find out."

His lips then touched mine, softly rather than crushing me to him. My arms tightened around his neck and he made no move to push me away. Could this be for real? Our lips moved together as if we were made to past time like this; patiently, in harmony. Feeling bold, I gently stroked his bottom lip asking for permission. He complied, moving one of his hands to tilt my face, giving him better access. His warm tongue snaked around mine, and we continued dominating each other's mouths for some time. I was feeling all hot and bothered, and not just because of the sex-implied God assaulting my mouth at the moment, but more due lack of precious oxygen. I reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air. Edward's hand travelled its way back securely to my waist, gripping it firmly, pressing us even more closely together. He too was struggling with shaky breaths, so he must be at least as effected by this as I was.

"That was, that was.. amazing." I couldn't think of the right word to express how that felt for me. It was definitely more than just amazing, there were no words to describe this fire, this passion. He shook his head, pieces of his stressed out hair falling in disarray around his face. It wasn't amazing?

"You taste exquisite, a delicate seasoning of honey, vanilla and chamomile. Your hair smells amazing like the sweet garden strawberries in summer, and your body, its begging me to trace every inch of your porcelain skin with my lips." He opened his eyes and I saw the fire burning; the feral glint from before enflamed his gaze and fueled my desire.

"That was more than amazing. You, are more than amazing."

I drowned in his voice before crushing myself to him again. He gasped, and I used the opportunity to invade his delicious mouth again. I clamped myself on to him, but Edward had other plans. He leaned forward, pushing me down on the cold, metal bench. I hissed and he abruptly broke the kiss.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm going too fast aren't I, I'm so sorry Bella I-"

I pressed my lips against his, cutting him off and letting the kiss linger, before I pulled back. His worry didn't cease though, and he started to release me when I grabbed his wrists and pulled him back to me. "You didn't hurt me Edward, my shirt's still clammy and the metal felt cold against my back."

He grinned, and patted his chest. I rolled my eyes, "Be serious, Edward. I'm not running around in my bra for the world to see. Besides, it's too damn cold!"

"I can fix that for you."

His lips covered mine again, and this time there was no trace of patience or moderate force. His body now covered mine, and he made no effort to keep his weight from pressing me into the bench. One of his hands crept under my shirt and started lazily tracing random patterns on my stomach while his tongue made the same motion in mouth. His other hand manifested itself in my hair, holding me in place as he feverishly attacked me. A small, throaty moan escaped his lips as I hooked one of my legs around his hip, pulling him more into me. A bad move on my part.

His weight suddenly shifted, and I didn't realize we were rolling of the planks when my back suddenly made contact with the grainy gravel. A spine-tingling laughter echoed across the track, and I opened my eyes to see Edward looming over me, his beautiful face purely ecstatic. He pulled me up in one fluid movement and held me by the waist at arms length. "You okay? That was quite a stunt you pulled, we should be luckily I didn't take you all the way up to the tenth row." He snickered, hooking one arm around my waist and led me around the bleachers. Were we leaving?

"Shut up, I'm fine. They should've made those damn seats wider, or at least put some sort of rise on the sides or whatever." He didn't say anything, he just looked ahead of him with that flashy grin still in place. Suddenly he halted us to a stop.

"No more falling this time." He breathed when he pushed me against the back guardrail of the bleachers.

I didn't even register his movement until my back was again met with a cold, solid object. We'd have to talk about that if he'd ever plan to kiss me again after tonight.

"Let's defy gravity, but in a good way" I had no idea what he was talking about when he suddenly pushed me up and pressed himself against me. Instinctively I went to wrap my legs around his waist when he brushed my legs away from his hips. I broke the kiss, but my position left me with no room to pull back as Edward quickly closed the space between us again.

His thumb brushed over the fly of my shorts, before hooking his fingers in the waistband, curling them against my skin. "Bella?" His perfect voice now sounded strained, croaked with desire against my lips. My eyes fluttered shut and I let the presence of him consume me. "Touch me Edward."

Off went the Daisy Duke shorts. Suddenly there was a sharp intake of breath, and it wasn't me, I wasn't breathing at all the entire time. The effect Edward was having on me was making my vitals malfunction.

"Holy shit Bella!" What? Did I do something wrong?

"Who goes running around commando!?"

Oh, right. Little did he know my shorts and tattered shirt were actually deemed my recent sleeping attire. How should I know they were to be on display for some midnight mystery runner to see.

"Or did you know I would be here hm?" He recovered quickly from his discovery and placed soft butterfly kisses on my knee, licked the inside of my thighs and nipped the skin of my hips. His fingers curled around my ankle and hoisted my leg over his shoulder. I closed my eyes and held my breath as he nuzzled his way to my tender flesh.

"Breathe Bella."

His warm breath on my exposed skin sent my heart in overdrive. My breathing came in painful, winded panting, but still leaving me breathless when his tongue darted out to taste me. He stroked me slowly, leisurely when my body became too heavy and lost the battle with gravity right up the point when the tight coil in my underbelly threatened to unwind. His hands grabbed my hips when he retreated and gently kissed my folds. My leg slid off his shoulder as he came up to face me again. "Don't.. tease" I scowled, my body thirsting for his touch, yearning for his voice.

He smiled, his eyes clouded with longing. I felt sleepy, dazed and wanted. The way Edward spoke of me made me feel wished, the way he touched me made me feel craved. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. He kissed my collarbone while one of hands let go of my waist and brushed against my folds, rubbing me slowly as if we had all the time in the world.

He continued his ministrations as he tortured me with low, hoarse whispers. "Rubbing is an exercise of effort expended in moving one object over another with pressure." He pinched my clit and I grabbed his shoulders as I cried out. "Or the resistance encountered when one body is moved in contact with another" He removed his hand for minute when he pressed his arousal against my heat. I wanted to wrap my legs around him again, to keep him against me, but his hand was already back in place. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and released a raspy moan as he slid one finger into me.

"Will you resist me Bella? Will you resist the friction I'm causing between us?" He added another, and started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he stroked me with excessive skill. "Answer me Bella, are you going to resist me?" He added a third, and sped up his pace, curling and uncurling, rubbing and pinching and stroking making it damn hard for me to come up with a legitimate response. Unfortunately, my brain didn't seem to agree with me. "Ah, No.. please I..I.."

"Give in Bella, submit to my voice in your head when I tell you only I can make you feel this good. " He pumped into me with long, final strokes until the tense coil finally untwined.

My mind shuddered as my body twisted until I shattered.

"E-Edward!"

He slowly pulled out of me as I shuddered against him, reveling in the truthfulness of his earlier words. Only he made me feel this good. He brought his hand to his mouth and slowly covered each digit with his luscious lips, sucking and licking and tasting, all the while trapping me with his smoldering gaze. I had yet to catch my breath, which was closer to cease than ever before, when I traced the hard planes of his stomach, coming to rest on his hardness. I stroked him through the thin fabric of his sweats when he grabbed my wrist and held it above my head, repeating the motion with my other hand.

"Not tonight little one, this was purely about you."

He released my arms, letting them fall to my sides like dead weight limbs. I felt heavy, but at the same time lighter than air. I lifted my hands to cup his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.

"You rocked my world, Edward Cullen." I kissed him, and this time it was sweeter and dreamier than I thought was possible. We weren't fighting the lust or desire, instead we gave in to the need to just feel each other, to appreciate our closeness. He carefully nipped at my bottom lip and gave me one long, final kiss before he pulled away. I let out an involuntary yawn, making him smirk.

"I think we've tested the level of your endurance thoroughly enough, don't you think?"

I nodded against his shoulder as he pulled up my shorts, fastening them with immense expertise. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I want to see you again Bella." Then don't let me go. I wanted to stay, but I had an early class in the morning, and I had to admit, our little exercise had drained nearly all of my energy. He kissed my forehead before disappearing behind the bleachers. When he came back the forgotten shirt was already covering his chest. Too bad.

"Will you be here tomorrow night?"
"You should value your sleep, Bella." My face fell a little, and he sighed when he grabbed both my hands.

" I will be here tomorrow, but I'd like to see you during the day, seeing as you know where I live that shouldn't be a hard promise to keep." He winked when he pulled me along, starting toward the gate.

"Now that you mention it, how come I've never seen you at the house? I practically live there, and whenever I asked about you Alice only refers to you as 'the dorky older brother'."

"Did she throw in the books?" I nodded.

"and the piano."

"I'm sorry you were subjected to that. Thing is, I like to be by myself. Plus I'm doing my internship as a pre-med at the hospital where my dad works, so I'm rarely at home."

"Ah, I see. By the way, what did Alice say about me?" He smiled.

"She knew you would be here tonight." It wasn't a question, I knew exactly why that little witch practically forced me to go tonight.

"Alice has said nothing but the truth. Now, you drove a red truck if I'm not mistaken correct?"

"I will find out you know. And yeah, it's right over there." I gestured towards my Chevy as we walked across the deserted lot holding hands. I felt so safe and protected that I might burst from contentment. Edward let go of me and opened the driver's door, taking in the interior before turning back to face me, his brow quirked and his face mocking.

"Shut up, it's my baby."

He brushed it off and eased me into the seat, grabbing my hand as he leaned in. "Goodnight, my beautiful Bella." He brushed his lips over my knuckles and pressed a soft kiss on the top of my hand.

I just sat there, dazed. Even a simple brush of his lips turned my bones to brittle, I was completely out of it.

"Oh, and Bella?" He called when he stopped at the only other car present. I assumed he drove the silver Volvo to get around. I leaned outside the doorframe, waiting for him to continue. Edward flashed me a sluggish grin, the glint back in his eyes.

"I want you to lock the gate behind you tomorrow."

Whoa! Hose me down! It actually didn't take me very long to write, but I'm pleased with result. First lime ever folks, be nice!

Not sure if I should continue this little tryst, so be sure to let me know what you think. Oh, muse for today: John Mayer – Your Body Is A Wonderland, and Krezip – Play This Game With Me. They're a Dutch band, and absolutely amazing. You should check them out!

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