Sex and Candy

By Lara

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Twilight. I'd much rather own Robert Pattinson.

WARNIGS: Oh the usual suspects… language, mature themes, sexual situations (hence the title) and… if I think of anything else I'll let you know.

By the time we actually get to Port Angeles and arrive at the movie theatre its after dark. Of course the guys are already there waiting on us, as usual. Emmett and Edward are sitting on one of the benches a little ways away from the ticket booth. Jasper is standing behind the bench leaning with his arms on the back right in the middle. Emmett's hands are going a mile a minute right along with his mouth as he tells the others something funny. Jasper and Edward look like they're laughing pretty hard.

I let my eyes roam over Edward now, taking in everything as I follow the girls across the parking lot because as a general rule I try not to ogle him up close. I don't always succeed but I do aim to be nonchalant. Tonight is going to be difficult. He's wearing a back long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. The shirt is snug and very flattering to his tone chest and biceps. It's an old one I've seen him wear a dozen times before but his muscles have developed nicely in the last few months since he started working out. I can't help but sigh happily.

As we get closer I sort of hide behind Rosalie. It's probably stupid but I feel extremely silly wearing the make up and the clothes. I miss my glasses.

Emmett's face lights up like a kid at a candy shop as soon as he spies Rosalie. I think its so cute how much he really does love her.

"Hello ladies!" He greets us as we walk up. "Rose baby, come give me a kiss. I missed you."

I pointedly ignore Rose and Em knowing they'll suck face for a good five minutes if we don't interrupt them. Jasper is far more debonair as he takes Alice's and kisses it. I can't really bring myself to look at Edward, so I study the poster displays fervently hoping that my unusual appearance will go unmentioned if not unnoticed. I really should have known better.

"Wow." Emmett says loudly as he notices me for the first time. "You clean up really well. Who would've thought."

I swear my face just turned purple. "Thanks Em… I think." I really couldn't tell if it was a compliment or not.

I glance at Edward but he's looking down at the pavement, his hands stuffed in his pockets. An odd ache settles in my chest and I realize belatedly that I had hoped a little that he might notice me. Then I wonder if I am ever going to get over my stupid feelings for him. It makes me angry at myself for having even the slightest expectations.

Jasper, ever the gentleman, gives me a warm smile that lifts my mood a bit. He drapes an arm over my shoulder giving me a supportive one arm hug. "Don't listen to that asswipe. You look really nice Bella. Don't you think so Edward?"

Something flashes across Edward's face and he glares at Jasper for a fraction of a second before he finally looks at me. His features soften slightly and his perfectly kissable lips curl into his unique lopsided grin. "Yeah. You look great."

He doesn't elaborate any further and I think that maybe, just maybe, I might make it through this night without dying from complete mortification. I breathe a sigh of relief as the topic changes to what movie we're going to see.

"I want to see that new horror movie." Emmett suggests.

"No." Counters Alice. "You picked last time. I vote for something funny."

"Me too." Rosalie chimes in.

Jasper shrugs helplessly. "I'm with Alice."

"You're fucking whipped buddy." Emmett mutters shaking his head. He then looks to Edward for help. "Come on bro. You want see to a scary movie right?"

But something in the way Emmett stresses "scary" makes me think he's telling Edward something different.

Edward's expression turns belligerent. "Actually I want to see the new sci-fi one."

That's the movie that I wanted to see too. Inwardly I smile. "I'm with Edward. I'd rather sci-fi."

Alice wrinkles her nose. "I guess that's better than blood and guts and triple D blonds running around without their tops on."

"I still don't see what the problem is." Emmett says stubbornly.

Rosalie steps on Emmett's foot none-to-gently. "I'm the only blond you're allowed to pant after buddy." She says icily.

Emmett chuckles nervously and shuts up. Even he knows when to quit.

We get our tickets and make a detour to the concession stand. I don't get anything even though Edward offers to buy. We enter the theatre just as the previews begin. It's dark and the place is crowded. It's obvious that we're going to have to split up.

Edward grasps my wrist and nods his head toward the left side of the theatre. "There's two seats over here. Come on."

I let him tug me along as I turn to see where the others are. Alice and Jasper are a few rows behind us toward the middle. Rosalie and Emmett found a place closer to the back row near the top. I sit beside Edward and sigh very contentedly.

He puts his coke icey in the holder between us and flashes me his crooked grin. "Help yourself. I don't mind sharing."

I grin stupidly back at him. "Thanks."

The movie begins and we turn our attention to the screen. Well he does. I try but I can't block out my awareness of being so close to him quite that easily. It's not often that I sit next to Edward when we go to the movies as a group. Usually I make a point not to sit beside him because it's not very conductive to my desire to keep my feelings inconspicuous. When he's this close I just want to look at him and never stop.

I reach for the icey and my arm rubs against Edward's. Through the corner of my eye I see him look at me. I take a long sip of the icey and then another and I can see he's still watching me. I can't not look at him. It's like the gravitational pull of a black hole or something insanely powerful like that. My eyes are drawn to his by a force grater than my will. That's when I realize that Edward's not watching me per se but rather my mouth and the straw I'm sucking between my puckered lips.

I almost choke on the stupid icey and Edward jerks his eyes back to the movie screen with a mumbled "shit!". I carefully put the drink back in the holder and wonder if my face is redder than a cherry. He squirms sinking lower in his seat.

I focus on keeping my eyes fixed firmly in front of me but I don't really comprehend anything that I'm watching. This is exactly why I don't sit next to Edward. He takes over my entire thought process just by being near me.

Again, without actually giving myself permission, I try to sneak a glance at him. His profile is pensive, an expression that I've been seeing on his face a lot lately when we're together. It makes me want to touch him in some way like stroke his cheek or hold his hand. But I'm too cowardly to be that bold so instead I wonder what I've done to make him brood.

He catches me staring this time and I look back at the movie screen knowing he can probably see my red face even in the dim lighting. Why is it always like this? Like there is this invisible bubble of tension that surrounds just us. It's awkward and impossible to ignore. It makes things so weird. We never used to be like this.

I feel Edward shift around again, his shoulder bumping mine. With his arms folded across his chest and slouched the way he is, he's leaning more toward my side of the armrest. His closeness is too much. It makes me irrational because I want to get even closer. I think back to what Rosalie said earlier. I'll never get anywhere if I always wait for someone else to take the lead. Maybe if I want to be closer to Edward then I need to be the one closing the distance. Since there's only like an inch of space between his arm and mine I mean that metaphorically but the incentive is there. Like I said, he makes me completely irrational.

Biting on lower my lip, a nervous habit I've always had, I tentatively lean against him pressing my arm and shoulder flush against his. That's all I have the courage for because Edward's watching me again and his face is so close to mine that I can feel his warm breath ruffling my hair as he exhales a slow breath. The black hole is back again too because I'm compelled to look at him, to see if this is okay.

Edward doesn't seem pensive now, just pleasantly surprised. A lazy smile plays about his mouth as he tilts his head slightly, a tell-tale sign that his curiosity is piqued. But its his green eyes that do me in. Even in the semi-darkness their mesmerizing intensity burns into me and damn near takes my breath away. And for longest space of time there's nothing but Edward and the way he's looking at me, like I'm the center of his universe too.

And I think that maybe I've been the blind one all along. Because I have seen him give me this look before, sometimes playful and sometimes serious, all different variations but the underlying depth was always the same. Yet I never knew, I never saw because I was too afraid to look. Now I can't look away. I smile shyly, my cheeks hot.

The corner's of Edward's eyes are crinkled, something that happens when he's really happy or really excited. I made him happy. My heart swells and my stomach takes flight as million butterflies flutter around like crazy. Then my breath catches as he leans his head closer putting his scrumptious mouth right by me ear.

"Bella," He whispers huskily. "Can I hold your hand?"

I nod my head while fighting the impulse to giggle like a flaky pre-teen. Edward strokes the back of my hand with his fingertips getting me to turn my palm up. He laces his fingers with mine, his larger hand engulfing my smaller one. The warmth of his skin is amazing.

And that was all I could focus on, even after our gazes moved back at the movie screen. Honestly, I didn't comprehend much of the rest of the movie, I was distracted floating on my cloud of bliss and soaking up this new level of closeness with Edward. And it certainly didn't help when his thumb began rubbing small circles on my skin.

The giddiness filling me overflows and I swear I'm glowing like a light bulb. I've got to be. A person can't feel this and not show it in some way.

When the movie ends I half expect Edward to let go of my hand but he doesn't. We move with the crowd through the main lobby and back out to the front of the theatre were Alice and Jasper are waiting for us. Emmett and Rosalie are a few steps behind. Alice takes one look at Edward's hand holding mine and she grins like the cat who caught the canary and got into the cream too.

Rosalie processes the new development instantly and a heartbeat later she's got a plan to help me implement it. Even though its only nine o'clock, she presses up against Emmett she gives him a sleepy look. "I'm tired baby. You ready to go?"

Emmett knows she's anything but tired. "Hell yeah."

Rosalie turns to Edward and me. "Bella you don't mind if Edward gives you a ride home, right?" She asks, though its too bossy to be a question.

I give Edward's hand a small squeeze and grin. "Not at all."

We say goodbye and each head to our cars. I try not to laugh as Alice mouths 'call me' over her shoulder. I'm sure I'll get raked over the coals tomorrow but right now I don't particularly care. I'm too happy being alone with Edward.

I get settled in the passenger seat of his silver Volvo and the first thing I do is put my seat belt on. I love Edward but he drives like a freakin' lunatic on crack. Sometimes I seriously have to close my eyes. He notices the face I'm making as he revs the engine and aggressively edges his way into the slow moving traffic.

"No side seat driving Bella. I'm warning you. I can't complain when I'm in your prehistoric truck so its only fair."

I shrug still too keyed up and happy to be snarky. "Whatever, I didn't even say anything."

He smirks. "But you were going to."

I hate when he's right. "Yes because somebody has to the be voice of reason. You know there's this concept called defensive driving. Maybe you should try it sometime." I grimace as he tailgates the car in front him so closely that I can't see the bumper because the Volvo's hood is in the way.

"Relax. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my offensive capabilities?" He laughs.

"No, you've never given me a reason not to trust you." I say because it's the truth. And he knows I'm talking about a lot more than just his erratic driving.

Edward doesn't respond with words, he does one better. He takes my hand again in his free one and holds its gently. My heart trips into double speed.

A comfortable silence settles over us as we drive through the city. It's not long until we're on the open highway and ground is flying away beneath the Volvo's tires. There's not much to see outside, it's far too dark, so I look at Edward instead.

I've made a study of watching him. Over the years I've taken great pains in cataloging all the small details about him that I could. Like how his hair has darkened a bit as he's gotten older and now its more auburn than copper. And how his freckles have faded almost completely away and you can barely see them unless he gets a sunburn. And like right now, there's a shadow of stubble along his jaw that gives his profile a roguish edge and it suits him well. It always has. He's such a beautiful combination of boy and man that I want to remember this too and file it away for my daydreams.

Edward feels me watching him and his lovely mouth curls into my favorite lopsided smile. "Can I say something?" He asks tentatively.

"Sure."

"Before at the movies… when I said you looked great…" He swallows hard and I see his Adam's apple bob. "That was a bit of an understatement. Bella… you look… amazingly hot." He laughs at his own words like they're still not what he's trying to say. "But it's not just tonight. You look like that… everyday, like all the time. I've always wanted to tell you that."

His stilted words have my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach are back with a vengeance. I can't remember a time when I've seen him so hesitant and timid. And he never ever has to struggle for the right thing to say. He's always been the confident, articulate one.

"Why didn't you?" I breathe softly. "Tell me before, I mean."

"I wasn't sure you'd want hear it from me." He admits, his expression rueful as he concentrates on the road carefully.

"I watch you all the time." I confess feeling like I should trade a secret of my own. "I like looking at you. I'm surprised you never noticed. And… I think you're really cute."

He laughs, slightly embarrassed. "Cute? Okay if you say so."

I blush. "Well what do you want me to say? You're god's gift to women or something like that?"

"It's a start." He teases.

I laugh too because he's good at that, at making me happy without even knowing he's doing it.

It's only been twenty minutes since we left Port Angeles and we're already entering the outskirts of Forks. I learned not to look at the speedometer a long time ago. He was probably flooring it to a hundred the whole way back.

"Say, what time do you have to be home by?" He asks.

"Eleven."

"That leaves us roughly an hour and a half." He smiles sheepishly. "Would you maybe want to hang out a little while longer?"

More butterflies. A lot more. "Yes."

I recognize where we're going once we branch off the main road through Forks just past the Thriftway. About a mile down there is a dirt trail barely big enough for a car. Another five miles down and the trail abruptly ends leading into a clearing with a nice little shallow pond. Not many people come out here because it's not a good fishing spot. It is pretty though. It's not raining tonight, in fact, the sky is actually clear and you can see the stars. This a great spot for star gazing.

There's not a whole hell of a lot to do in Forks so we teenagers have had to learn to be creative or die from boredom. As soon as we were able to drive we started exploring all around this tiny, two-bit town. This was one of our finds. The group of us will come out here sometimes, usually with alcohol provided by Emmett, and we'll just hang out. We've never run into anyone else and it's a good place to be alone.

I nibble on my bottom lip hoping that I'm not reading more into this. Why else would Edward bring me out here if it wasn't to be alone.

He kills the engine and we get out. The air is chilly and perpetually damp. I hear a frog croaking near by. I scoot up onto the hood of the Volvo and Edward joins me. I smile as he takes my hand again. I lean into his warmth and look up at the sparkling sky.

"It's so pretty." I murmur. It's not often the sky is clear enough to see the stars.

Edward's breath brushes against my temple. "Not half as pretty as you."

He's good. When he want's to be charming his voice and eyes do strange things to a woman's mind. I've seen the teacher's at school literally melt when he talks. I don't try to fight it. I want to melt too. I look up at him. Our faces are so close that I can see his eyes glittering even without the aid of the moonlight. So much better than the stars. They don't begin to compare, not even close.

"Bella, can I…" Edward's eyes drop to my lips before meeting mine again. "Can I kiss you?"

My heart squeezes sweetly. "Yeah."

Slowly, as if he expects me to push him away at any second, he dips his head and my eyes slide closed just as his lips press ever so gently against mine. I lift my hand, the one he's not holding, and lay my palm against his cheek. His whiskers feel nice and I sigh.

I savor that first taste but its not nearly enough. My hand slides from Edward's cheek around to the nape of his neck pulling him closer. I press my mouth more firmly against his as years of desire for this moment come streaming forth like a fountain. And its still not close enough. Even when he slides his arm around my waist and holds me so tightly against his chest that I swear I can feel his heartbeat, its still not close enough.

I need air so I tilt my head slightly to side so can I breathe through my nose, but I don't dare pull away. It's a better fit with this new angle and his lips tease mine, creating a delicious friction as he kisses me just a little harder. It's a sensory overload. My skin is tingling, my heart is pounding and in the pit of my stomach is that burning warmth I get when I imagine Edward touching me. Only now the fire's a thousand times hotter with the real deal here in my arms and feeling more incredible than I ever dreamed.

I press even closer barely aware that I'm crawling into his lap. He lets go of my other hand and now I've got both my hands in his hair. He starts rubbing my lower back trough my shirt with languid circles just above the waist of my jeans. It feels heavenly.

Finally Edward breaks the kiss, tucking his face against my neck and breathing heavily.

"Damn Bella." He groans softly. He starts kissing my neck; wet, open mouth kisses, so that he can suck my skin lightly here and there. His stubble scrapes in all the right places making me gasp and shudder against him. I'm feeling this right down to soles of my feet. I never would have guessed that area was so sensitive.

It feels too good so I tug his hair until I can kiss his lips again. I want to taste him, really taste him, so I run my tongue lightly across his lower lip, a tiny sweep just to let him know that I want more. He groans again and I open my mouth so his tongue can slide against mine. He tastes decadent like the finest chocolate or maybe pure sugary sweetness like my favorite grape bubblegum. Then again, I'm kissing Edward Cullen so there really is no comparison.

I never want this kiss to end. I could taste him forever. I tilt my head a little further so I can push my tongue deeper and when I do its like turning on a switch inside Edward. Suddenly his hands are moving restlessly, sliding up and down my back and along my sides down over my hips and kneading the tops of my thighs. I gasp as he hooks his hand behind my knee, the one nestled between his, and pulls my leg across his lap so that now I'm completely straddled him. His hands move back to my hips pressing down and… and.. I feel him hard and hot right at the place between my legs that's burning. I grind my hips once, just to see, and it feels so good that my toes curl and my back arches with a will of their own.

This time I break our kiss just long enough to drag in a ragged breath. I tilt my head to the other side trying this angle as I attack Edward's lips again. He makes a cute sound, sort of like a laugh and moan because of my enthusiasm. I wriggle my hips again and its definitely a moan this time. That feels so nice I have to do it again.

Edward's hands are back to wandering, moving all over up and down my back, my thighs and my sides. After the third time his right hand moves down my side I'm half tempted rush him along. I know what he's working toward and the anticipation is damn near killing me.

And that's when the alarm on his phone starts going off.

I jump completely startled as the loud beeping shatters the quiet and completely bursts through my happy haze of horniness. Edward's reaction is a little more colorful.

"Fucking hell!" He hisses, clearly annoyed.

His eyes are closed and his expression is pained as he takes a few deep breaths to calm down. Then he snaps the phone open and shuts off the alarm with jerky movements, like he's tempted to the chuck the device in the pond behind me.

On second thought, I wouldn't blame him at all if he did. Stupid phone.

"Why was your alarm set?" I ask, curious now that I actually thought about it. My voice sounds low and sultry even thought I wasn't trying for it to.

Edward smiles, looping his arms around my waist. "I wanted to make sure I get you home on time. I can't have you getting grounded. Then I wouldn't be able to take you out tomorrow on a real date." He leans closer and gives me a light peck on my lips. "If you want to." He adds.

Of course I want to. How could I not want to?

"As if I'd say no." I laugh. Feeling like I need to reaffirm what's happening, I reach over and trace his swollen, ruddy lips with my index finger. "I've wanted to be like this with you for a long time."

Edward catches my hand and kisses it. But then he scowls thoughtfully, his mouth turning down in the corners. "I wish I didn't have to bring you home."

I lean my forehead against his and sigh. "Me too."

But I really don't want to get grounded and as much as I want to stay right where I am, a part of me really needs to come to grips with everything that's just happened. So reluctantly I untangle myself from around Edward and get back in the car.

I watch him the entire time he drives me home unable to get past one important point. I just made out with Edward Cullen. I just had my hands tangled in his hair. He just had his hands on my thighs. I had my tongue in his mouth and his in mine. And I can still taste him, all sweetness and yumminess and everything else I could have imagined and then some.

I'm so giddy I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all tonight.

He pulls up in front of my house. Through the front window I can see the light from the TV flickering against the curtains. I know Charlie's still downstairs, probably dozing on the couch. I hope so because I'm not going let that stop me from kissing Edward one more time.

He puts the Volvo in park and turns to me with an ambivalent smile on his handsome face. "I miss you already."

I lean forward and kiss him quickly. "Call me tomorrow okay."

I start to move away but Edward pulls me back, giving me a kiss that should be illegal. He smirks knowing that I really want another one. "Go on. I'll call you first thing."

That wasn't fair. I got all weak kneed when he kissed me like that. I manage to get from the car to the front door without falling flat on my face. Once I'm inside I hear Charlie snoring softly on the couch. I creep to the stairs and then take them two at a time up to my room. As soon as I shut the door I collapse against it and sink to the floor.

Oh. My. God.

I close my eyes and lean my head back.

Then I almost scream as something knocks on my window. It could only be one idiot so I scurry over and open it not really surprised to find Edward grinning at me guiltily.

"Are you crazy?" I ask, worried Charlie might come charging up here any second.

"Yeah, for you." He leans into my room and pulls me close. "One more kiss and I promise I'll be good."

I can't help but smile, touched by his honest desire to stay with me. "Just one."

Our lips meet gently, at first, and I know there's nothing better than this. But as my blood heats the kiss gets more eager. I part my lips so I can taste him again and I have to grasp his shoulders so I don't collapse on the floor. I don't think I'll ever get tired of the taste of him, sugar and spice and everything really, really nice.

Just when I'm debating on tugging him into my room and taking our chances, he leans back and takes a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. I promise." He places one more chaste kiss on my closed lips and sighs. "Sweet dreams Bella."

From my window I watch him climb down to the ground and lope quickly across the front yard. I don't move from the window until the Volvo's tail lights disappear down the street.

A.N. - I know I would melt for any guy willing to climb up to my window for one more goodnight kiss. As you can see everyone is a bit OOC but hopefully not unbearably so. I'm already working on the next chapter so it shouldn't take too long.

Thanks for reading.