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"You know," Edward whispered in Bella's ear as he slipped his hand under her shirt and toyed with the bottom edge of her bra, grinning at the little gasp she gave in response. "This whole making out in the car thing is such a cliché."
"Oh?" Bella asked breathlessly, her fingers digging into Edward's arm, trying to pull him a little bit closer. "Well, we could always go back to my house. I'm sure my Dad would love a chance to see if his gun is still in working order."
Edward paused, wrenching a disappointed sigh from his girlfriend. "Okay. Cliché it is."
"Our first time is not going to be in the car," Bella told him firmly, but let him slide his hand up her leg, under her skirt, anyway. "It has to be special."
"Bella, everything with you is always special," Edward said softly, pressing his lips to her forehead in a moment of chasteness. Or as chaste as it could get with his hand between her thighs and her unbuttoned shirt flapping open. "You make the annual 'Say No to Drugs' assembly special."
"You're so sweet, baby," Bella wrapped her arms around her neck and hugged him. "But we didn't go to the assembly. We skipped it and hid in the computer room."
"Hey, I think that was pretty special," Edward grinned and kissed her again. "Where'd you learn to do that, by the way?"
"Alice taught me."
"Ugh," Edward made a face, pulling back slightly. "We really don't need to bring up my sister at a time like this. Now you're never going to be able to do that again without me wondering where Alice learned it."
Bella just laughed. "I guess I shouldn't mention where I learned that thing with my mouth that you liked so much."
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