UGH! You guys owe me BIG TIME! DX So, I admitted in the first chapter that I hadn't read New Moon. I got good reviews, as usual, when I realized that I probably should read it, just to get a background on it. Granted, this version is going to be incredibly different, but still... Know the source material, you know? All I have to say is this... Eighteen pages in and I was already regretting it -.-... sigh... How can you guys stand to read her ungrateful drivel page after page!? Anyway, i'm on page 70 or something... and... God my brain hurts...

But like I said, it's going to be completely different. Damn... I should get double the reviews to help heal my burning eyes. XD

Two: A Birthday Wish

Sex in Bella and Edward's relationship was a strange subject. At first, she was worried about his self control. But decades of experience assured her that he could handle himself. And handle himself he did. Ever since before they started dating, Edward had made several trips to her window and spent the night. Only a month and a half ago did things become a bit more... physical. Another interesting factor was Edward's body. He explained to her one night that, once turned, the only fluids that remained in the body were saliva, blood and a small amount of sweat. The saliva allowed vampires to feast easier, and the blood that they drank actually refilled their veins after being emptied, which they did so often on their own accord. The sweat was a safety measure, just in case their body over heated. It seemed that Edward's cold outer shell and hot inner core were precariously balanced. If the scale was tipped, it may cause them discomfort, pain, or a form of illness. The only time these two temperatures switched was during an act of intimacy. Bella would soon come to find this out on her own. To put these observations in perspective of an adolescent, curious and sometimes horny teenaged girl, he was hot (literally), he was hard, and there was no possible way she could get pregnant. These conclusions were crude, but true. It made the whole thing quite stress free. Or at least, less stressful then usual. She was still on edge the first few times they slept together. Not only did it feel as though she was participating in some form of necrophilia, but she felt a strange urge to preform. After all, Edward had had a serious lover before her, and before that, had admittedly been a playboy. Bella had only one real boyfriend before this, who was also a virgin when she was. When she was dating Chris, she felt like they were on an even playing field, sexually. Now that she was shacking up with a former womanizer, she felt as though she was being judged. But after a few times, she soon came to find out that she wasn't the one who needed to preform. It wasn't long until she found it very easy to lay back and allow herself to be taken.

That night, Charlie was currently doing his duties, and would be gone for an hour or so after the sun went down. A perfect opportunity for such naughty behavior. After a good while of hard work, Bella let herself fall to the bed, panting with a grin on her face. She closed her eyes, putting a hand to her sweaty forehead. She let out a faint laugh, her body at a bit of a buzz. She supposed she should be used to this, but even after a month and a half of his love making, Edward still had the ability to make her feel exhausted. She turned her head over to him. He hadn't broken a sweat, in contrast to her perspiring body. He propped his head in his hand, his elbow on the pillow. A light sheet was spread over them, Bella consciously pulling the top of it over her flat bosom. She let out a happy giggle and rolled over, pressing herself into his chest. Her wet skin acted as glue, sticking the two together. He was in the process of cooling off. Her thin arms moved about his neck and the two locked into a lustful kiss. Bella couldn't help a faint moan escape her throat. When she pulled away, her face flushed, she let their noses touch together.

"You want to take a break or are you asking for more?" he asked coyly. He ran his fingers beneath the blanket and along her thighs. The sensation made her skin crawl. Some of the best advice her mother ever gave her was this: Nothing but sex isn't love, but it doesn't hurt to have fun with your sweetheart. At the time, it was completely embarrassing to even be hearing about the matter. She was only fourteen, after all. But as she matured, she took the words to heart, and realized just how happy she was during these moments. Edward was tender and firm and playful. He handled her body with great care, though at the same time, ravaged it in a way that she could only dream of. If anything, the nights they spent together made her fall for him even more. After kissing, the two split apart and laid alongside one another. Bella stared at Edward's eyes. Gold again. He always fed before they planned to make love. Usually, anyway... It helped him maintain control if he had fresh blood in his system. There were a couple of nights of spontaneous passion, but he left as soon as they were over, only to come back with bloodstains on his lips. Bella let out a sigh, her hair stuck to the back of her neck.

"Mm... That was good," she said, touching his chest. He took her hand and kissed her palm, smiling against it. They kissed a little longer before Bella let herself fall to Edward's chest. His skin was back to being cold again. It was soothing on her heated skin. Their fingers laced together as they stared at their hands. "My birthday's in two weeks," she said softly.

"Oh?" he replied lazily. Of course, he probably already knew.

"Yup." She cuddled into him, his chin resting on her head. "And I want something from you."

"Pray tell."

She shifted and propped herself over him, looking him squarely in the eye. She looked seriously at him, letting him know that whatever it is she was about to say, that she meant it. She waited until he politely returned her solid gaze. "I want Carlisle to know."

Edward's brow creased and he frowned at her. He didn't like the idea of that. He turned his head away, not saying anything. She clutched his shoulders and kissed his face. "Please, Edward...? You've been putting off telling him long enough. Besides, you can't keep dodging him all the time. You know he's going to find a way to read your mind one of these days. He might do it while you're sleeping or something. I'd rather he not find out like that."

"He's mad enough that I'm spending so much time with you," Edward grunted. "If I tell him now, he'll just be angrier."

"But he's got to find out sooner or later!" Bella protested. "Why not now? Before he finds out on his own?" Edward shifted, avoiding her gaze. Bella touched his cheek. "Please, baby...?"

Edward sighed at her pet name. He propped himself on his elbows, her front resting on his chest. "Well have you told your dad about us?"

Bella looked at him, confused. "What?" she said. "Yes I have... you know that. You were there!"

Edward held up a finger, stopping her. "You told him that I was your date to the New Year's party. Not that we were dating."

"W-well... he's seen you take me out on dates..."

"Does he know that we've even done it before?"

Bella opened her mouth to speak but found herself stopping. She lowered her eyes. He didn't know every detail of their relationship... but that was normal, right? Fathers weren't supposed to know everything... just... the basics... She told herself this, but now she felt utterly wretched for keeping their nightly escapades a secret. Though it wasn't the same situation at all, as far as she was concerned. Because at the end of the day, Charlie knew about them and Carlisle didn't. That's all it really came down to.

"I'll tell you what," Edward began. "You tell Charlie that we occasionally... um... make whoopee, I guess?"

Bella snorted in laughter. "Edward, that phrase hasn't been used in decades..."

He frowned at her, clearly embarrassed by his fowl in modern colloquialisms. "Give me a break, eh? I haven't really been social since the sixties. I'm still getting used to this." He shifted again and sighed, smiling gently. "Anyway. You tell Charlie that we're serious, and on your birthday, I'll take you home and I'll tell Carlisle about us. Deal?"

Bella didn't like the idea of telling her father that she and Edward "bumped uglies", as it were, but she assumed that he probably felt the same way about telling Carlisle at all. At least this way it was a fair trade. She leaned in, kissing his cool lips. "Deal." No longer able to stand his chilled body, she let herself fall to her back, staring up at the ceiling. "So the sixties, huh?" She smiled at him, eyes bright with curiosity. "What was that like? Did you go to Woodstock?"

Edward laughed, laying on his side to face her. "Unfortunately, no. It was outside and in the daytime. But I visited San Fransisco for a bit. It was insane. A hell hole sometimes, but really the birth of a whole new generation. Lots of crime during the Summer of Love. Ironic, really."

"Ever do any drugs?" Bella prodded.

Edward shrugged. "I tried acid once. Didn't do a thing to me."

"Really?" Bella thought. "Well I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah... The closest I ever got to a trip was when I looked through a kaleidoscope for the very first time." He paused for a second. "Weed was calming, though. None of the other drugs did anything to me, but the smell of weed calmed me down. Another little secret to controlling myself." He paused. "Which... I guess is a little odd, considering it makes humans hungry."

Bella broke into laughter by that time. She could remember a few times when Mike and a few of her guy friends got stoned. Even Jessica got high every once and a while. Try as she might, Bella couldn't bring herself to imagine Edward as a pot head. It just made her giggle. "All right... what was your favorite song?"

Edward grinned. "That's easy..." He sat up and played air-guitar. "Dow dow dow-dow-dow dooowww... People try to put us down! Talkin' bout my generation! Just 'cause we get around! Talkin' bout my generation!" He paused suddenly. "Uh... wait... what was the next one?"

With a grin, Bella grabbed her hair brush and held it to her mouth. "Things they do look awful cold! Talkin' bout my generation! I hope I die before I get old!"

It was Edward's turn to laugh. "Now how is it that you know the words and I don't?"

Bella turned and hung over her bed, shuffling through her back pack. When she came back up, she held her iPod between them. Handing an earphone to him, she put one in and moved through her artists, before landing on "The Who", and selecting the song in question. Edward laughed. "Oh wow... it sounds better then the record..." He looked up to her. "I still haven't gotten used to modern technology." He began to play the air drums. Bella swayed back and forth, the two singing along to the iPod. After that song, she went through and picked out a few other songs to listen to. She had a good amount of old rock on her playlist. They were just finishing up "Stop Children, What's That Sound?" when Edward stopped and looked to the window. Bella paused the music player and listened. She saw lights flash by the window, and heard Charlie's cruiser on the gravely drive way.

"Shit!" Bella swore. She put the iPod away and slipped out of bed, putting on her pajama bottoms and top. "Come on, come on! Get dressed!" She heard the front door close and Charlie announce that he was home. Edward cocked an eyebrow, grinning. She pushed him to his feet and shoved his clothes in his hands. He began to dress slowly.

"Bella? You asleep all ready?"

"Quit that!" she whispered harshly. "Seriously, stop messing around and get dressed...!"

Edward yawned, patting his lips. "Mmm... Don't think I want to..."

She could hear her father's footsteps up the stairs. In a rush, Bella opened the window and began to prod Edward towards it. He chuckled and slipped into his pants and shirt, moving to the window. Charlie knocked on her door. Edward slipped her one last kiss before hopping out of sight. Bella turned just as her door was cracked open. Her father poked his head in, a wrinkly smile on his face.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked kindly.

Relieved that nothing was reveled, Bella smiled brightly. "I wasn't asleep, Dad. Just opening a window. She plopped onto her bed and picked up a book that rested beside one of her bedposts. Charlie nodded.

"Did you have dinner yet?" She shook her head no, and Charlie motioned for her to head downstairs. "I brought pizza home."

Bella had indeed worked up an appetite. She followed him happily and sat down at the table, helping herself to a slice. She watched as her father poured them a couple glasses of Pepsi. Her fingers played with a piece of pepperoni. Her mind went back to what she and Edward were talking about earlier. Perhaps now would be a good time to tell him...? "Um... Dad?"

"Yes?" said Charlie, handing her a soda. Bella looked up to him as her dad stared back, politely. She opened her mouth to speak, but got cold feet at the last minute. She smiled and shook her head.

"Thanks for the pizza." He patted her shoulder and sat down.

"No problem. Got to feed my hungry teenager, after all." She smiled in agreement and began to eat silently. She'd tell him eventually. Besides, she had two weeks to do it. She could afford to gather up some courage before then. As she ate, her mind began to run off with itself. She wondered... what would life be like in the future? Bella didn't see much of a chance of she and Edward breaking up any time soon... Would he graduate with her? Maybe go to the same college? But how long until people noticed that he still looked seventeen, while she grew? Her mind began to jump to several possibilities. But in the end, she decided that she'd be happy with the present, no matter how long or short the future was for the two of them.

Alright, I totally ditched the "108 year old virgin" thing. Why? Because if I go after an older man, I want him to be experienced, you know? And besides, what man would WANT to go a century without getting laid?

~T.