A/N: This is what happens when I can't sleep. Reviews are always welcome! Hope you guys are enjoying it so far.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Note: Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
Bella's reality seemed worse in the morning. She could barely make it out of his arms to go to the bathroom, and when she came back into her room, Edward sat awake against the headboard. His fingers traced lazy patterns into her bed-sheets, and she stood still, unsure of just what to do or what to say.
"Where were you?" He asked, though he had just seen her exit the bathroom, the door still slightly ajar.
"I had to pee." Her voice was unexpectedly hoarse, and she fought hard to clear it just enough so that her throat didn't feel too dry.
"Why didn't you try to escape?" When she said nothing, he grinned, thinking he'd won in some way. "No matter, I'm glad you didn't. We have to start packing."
He began getting dressed, sitting on the edge of her bed to tie the laces of his dress shoes.
"Edward," she said, trying to sound as tender as she could. "Why do we have to pack?"
He looked up, mildly startled at her gentle tone. "We're going to go to Seattle, you and I."
"But my friends, and family are here." She took a seat next to him, and made sure that he could feel the warmth of her scantily clad thigh against his. "It would make me sad to leave them."
"It's the only way we can be together." There was no mistaking the fierceness in his voice, nor the way his eyes began to narrow in suspicion at her sudden warmth.
"No, it isn't. I can have the restraining order taken away." She laid a hand on his shoulder, and leaned closer, close enough so that her breath melded with his as she hovered her lips only centimeters away from his.
"You're lying," he accused her, though his voice grew unsure, grew more hopeful the longer she had him underneath her spell.
"No, Edward. I'm not." She wove her right hand into his bronze hair, and pulled him close so that their lips met, hers hesitant, his all consuming. He moaned beneath her mouth, and soon she found herself underneath the weight of his body, struggling to breath, struggling to stay in character.
"Why?" He demanded. "Why now?" He pulled away, breathing heavily bracing himself on his hands above her.
"I saw the hurt in your eyes last night. The hurt I put there, and I'm sorry." It was the best she could think up under such pressure, but as she watched his eyes begin to soften as they gazed down her, she thought she may have a chance.
"Why did you push me away for so long?"
"I was scared."
He laughed softly, and she could see the sudden happiness in his eyes, feel what he thought was love in the way he held her. "You don't have to be afraid of me, love. All I want is to be with you, and if you let me, I promise to cherish everyday I have with you."
She didn't understand the sudden flutter she felt in the pit of her belly, nor the way her nipples started to harden underneath the flimsy slip she wore, privy to his gaze.
He noticed the change in her body, the heat that seemed to radiate with such intensity that it started to resemble his own want for her. With a quick movement of his hand, he slipped his fingers underneath the slip she wore to find her hot and wet.
She looked into his eyes as he dipped his fingers inside, and both of them were stunned by the deep throated moan that escaped her lips. "Please," she didn't know if she was asking him to keep going or to get off of her. Whatever it was she wanted was silenced by his lips once more as he took his fill of her.
Together, they rocked as his fingers dove into her, seeking the space inside where ridged flesh gave way to bliss. He swallowed her scream with his mouth, and shivered at the feel of her cream on his fingers, so sweet, so unexpected, the very essence of Bella.
Even after he'd made her come on his fingers, he continued, rubbing his fingertips against that same bundle of nerves inside until she seemed to wither beneath his touch. It was almost as if he was trying to prove to her because he could make her feel this way, that he had been right all along.
Afterward, she lay beneath him, her skin glistening with afterglow. Her hair stuck to the dewy skin of her forehead, and she could feel her breath escaping in pants told of what she had just experienced, and her horrified disbelief at the knowledge that she had let him touch her like that, had encouraged him to do so even.
It was with one look at his glowing face that she burst into tears.
"It's alright, love. It's okay to feel overwhelmed. That was…" He paused trying to find a word suitable enough to describe just what a beautiful thing he had been the cause of, a witness to, but failed miserably. Instead he gazed at her with new found reverence, and stroked a hand down her back as if to calm her.
"I shouldn't have," Bella protested through tears. She attempted to hide her face in her hands, only to have him take her wrists in his own. "It's wrong!"
Her sobs continued to grow louder, and it was with a firm kiss to her lips that Edward got her to quiet down. "No, it's not. That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
She shook her head with conviction, and wiped underneath her eyes vigorously with the back of her hand. She couldn't look him in the eye, she couldn't do anything but feel shame course throughout her entire body. What had begun as an act had quickly morphed into this confusing mess.
What was she thinking kissing him like that? Pulling him close when she had been avoiding him for as long as she could remember? When had this dangerous situation evolved into a heavy petting session?
She swallowed, and found she had no more words to say.
He stroked her hair away from her face when she made a move to sit up, and continued running his hand down her back in what he thought were soothing motions. But inside, Bella was anything but calm.
