Edward Cullen' forbidden love

Edward couldn't' help himself.

He had to keep this secret.

He kept it hidden for so long from his 'family'.

He even tried to deny himself and hide his love in the closet.

For days on end he would often lie on a soft, comfy bed and toss about he place.

It agonised him not to touch.

Not to taste.

Not to feel.

He wanted it so badly.

He wanted to be inside and all around it.

He'd given into temptation every now and again, when he knew everyone was out and he could sense it was just him. He would have as long as he needed to give himself pleasure and if he was almost caught, he would merely shout to the person outside he was cleaning his room.

And then he met Bella.

Now he had to hide it from her two!

The one thing that he yearned for. The one thing he wanted. He couldn't have! Because whenever he was now 'alone', she to was there, never making him really alone.

Why do you think when the new moon had arrived, he'd been so keen to 'protect Bella'?

It was really to spend time with the one he loved!

And now.

Finally, after weeks of leaving a trail of glitter in his moping, emo wake, he eventually had time to just himself.

No Family.

No food.

No Bella.

Just himself and what he craved.

He walked along the silent hallway of his home, unbuttoning the shirt he wore, allowing it to slip from his shoulders as he entered his room.

His ivory skin sparkled in the light that came through his window and he quickly drew the blinds.

He carefully kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants.

He took it slow. He liked it slow.

He wanted to get himself excited and gently teased the flesh of his abs, sending small tingling sensations throughout his body.

He approached his closet and smiled down at the sight below him.

"Hello my love." He said huskily and reached out for what he wanted the most.

A little while later…

Bella walked down the hallway towards her beloved' room.

She heard no sounds but gave a silent tapping on the door.

"Edward? My love dove?" She placed her hand on the handle and opened the door.

On the bed, Edward sat bolt upright, looking like he'd just sat down.

Her eyes surveyed his strange posture, his lack of attire (only a pair of trousers with one button undone at the top) and a Vacuum now thrown halfway across the room.

Then she noticed something else, something sparkling in the light.

"Edward…did you spill…is that…glitter or something on the floor?" Bella walked over and thought about helping out by Vacuuming it up.

"Eh-yes! Yes it is!" He smiled like a happy cat and had a pained look about his face.

"Oh…you seemed to try to get it up already with the Hoover. Silly thing, you know you need a sponge and towel for this it seems. You also need to clean the nozzle on this thing," she indicated the Vacuum nozzle by pushing it close to his face, "such a mess. What where you trying to do…were you making a card for my birthday coming up in a few months? Oh Edward, how romantic!"

Edward allowed Bella to fly girlishly into his arms. He looked over her shoulder and just wished she'd given him another couple of seconds.

Another couple of seconds and the baby angels would have shed a tear and trumpets sounded at his glorious climax which would have only taken him a couple of minutes to get.

If only he and his beloved Vacuum could be together forever.