AN: Let's see, I've got snow flake PJs, fuzzy socks, a sassy dog, and a major penchant for chocolate and vodka. But that's about it, I still don't own Twilight. SM does. No infringement intended.

My SSIC (smutty sisters in crime. Yeah I know that makes no sense, but whatever): Melee03 and Maxipoo1024

Remember this is smut. No plot line, just lemons. Here we go…

Chapter One

~atr~

In this Room

BPOV

"Edward, what are we doing here?" I asked as he yanked the door to the building open. My sharp eyes darted around nervously searching out our surroundings for anyone that might be a witness to our little B and E.

He took my hand and pulled me through the door.

"I'm surprised there's no alarm on the doors."

"Forks High School's security budget is surprisingly low. The main building is the only one armed," Edward said, sounding very sure of himself as he lead me down the hall of the science wing. We came to a stop in front of room 304—Biology. Edward made quick work of that lock too and held the door open for me, his arm waving me into the dark room.

"Okay," I mumbled, drawing out the O. I walked into the room and was amazed by how little things had changed in the four years since I'd last seen the inside of this room. A poster or two had been swapped out, but that aside, everything was pretty much the same.

Dragging me along by my wrist, Edward brought me to a table on the right side of the room. Our table, the place where we'd first met, where he'd nearly taken my life—and I would have let him.

Taking me by the waist, he popped me up onto the desk. I gave him a curious look and his smile broadened. "You never did answer my question. Why are we here?"

"Do you remember the night we got caught in that storm? Just before the wedding?" he prompted.

Of all of my human memories, that one was clear as crystal water. The memory suddenly flooded my brain: admissions of lust and want, Edward's hand where it had never been before, and soft moans rolling and mixing with the thunder. My body filled with warmth as I recalled the fantasy I'd divulged that took place in this very room.

"Oh," I whispered.

His hands trailed up and down my thighs, and he fixed his gaze on my face. Slowly, our mouths came together. I brought my hands to the back of his neck and pulled my fingers through his copper hair, raking them over the surface of his scalp. His groan sounded like "Yes," and it sent tingles racing up and down my spine.

His hands moved to my hips and his fingers dug into my gentle curves, pushing a low growl up my throat. Our kissing became quick and needy. There was nothing careful about it.

As a delicate human, it was all I wanted—to feel the rough caress of him and his want. In every fantasy I'd had of Edward, he took what he wanted from me, and I loved every second of it.

I stood and worked the buttons on my jeans with excited hands. Edward rushed to strip them off me, and within seconds, my bare ass was placed back on the tabletop. He dropped to the chair in front of me, giving me a wicked look that made me whimper. "Take off your top, Isabella."

I reached down and pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

"And the bra." The sharp hint of demand in his voice made my muscles clench. The dominant side of my husband wasn't something I saw often, but when I did, I relished every moment.

I reached back and unhooked the soft, grey lace bra, holding it to my body for a mere second before he reached for it. "Off!" he growled. Simultaneously, he tugged the straps down past my shoulders and watched with dark eyes as the lace slipped away from my body.

Gripping my hips with relentless hands, he pulled me to edge of the desk. Raising my leg, he hitched it over his shoulder and let his fingers skip down my calf to my naked thigh. His eyes remained glued to me as he brought his beautiful face closer and closer to the apex between my thighs.

"This is how it starts, yes?"

I nodded twice and let my eyes flutter shut as his cool breath washed across my exposed, and rather wet, flesh. When his lips finally reached me, my body gave a slight jerk and a whimper filled the silent room.

"Open your eyes." Edward's voice left no room for question or argument. My eyes flew open and settled on his crooked smile.

He turned his head to the side and nipped at the skin of my inner thigh. "Keep them open," he whispered.

I watched as Edward's mouth tortured the sensitive skin between my legs, licking and nipping, but never where I needed him. His tongue danced in straight lines and lazy circles from hip to hip and back again. He tasted my belly button, biting and sucking the area just below, but when I begged him to go lower, he only laughed.

I was panting and moaning in an almost embarrassing way. My hips bucked and sought out more. More tongue, more kisses, more cool air and hot breath. I released the clasp I had on the edge of the desk and raked my fingers through Edward's wild hair.

He let out a low tone growl and it pushed me closer, closer to the edge of the table, closer to his teeth and lips. I needed so much more and my frustration was mounting.

"Please!" I begged, because as far as this was concerned, I was not above begging. At. All. I pushed one arm out behind me to keep me up right and forcefully shoved his face between my legs with the other.

He chuckled and then he was there, tongue twirling and flicking, and I was fucking soaring. "Oh, God." I pulled at the locks caught in my grip until he grunted.

His finger joined his tongue, pushing inside of me, pumping and bringing me to edge and then pushing me back again and again. My body writhed, moving in wanton and greedy ways. My breathing came in short pants and long airy moans.

"Fuck!" I shouted as he added a second finger. The leg that had been dangling over the edge of the desk was hoisted up, and placed on Edward's empty shoulder. I gave in and let my body slump to the desk top. A snarl ripped through me when a third finger invaded me.

"I love that sound, Bella." He adored the feral side of me. She was pure vampire, running on instinct, want, and need. That side of me—though well controlled—gave in to screaming, snarling, and teeth snapping. That side loved to feel the hot blood of the hunt slip and slide down her gullet. She loved the sharp and dangerous edge of her teeth and the deadly weapons her hands had become. She also relished the burn of raw desire.

My sounds and movements became absolutely desperate and Edward worked faster in response.

"Oh, shit, Edward, yes!"

His face lifted, his eyes dark and wild, and he licked my venom laced juices from his lips. "So, Bad Mouth Bella's come out to play?" he said, thrusting his fingers deep inside me.

"Mmm," I hummed, watching his hand work my body like a fine instrument.

I was so close to the tip, to the sharp point of the proverbial blade that I couldn't help but close my eyes and reveal in the sensations.

"Say it, Bella," Edward demanded in a low whisper. His fingers curled inside me and my body pushed off the table in delight.

I dropped the shield that protected my mind and reached out to him. "Make me come, please," I pleaded with him, my lips silent and pursed together.

His fingers curled and pushed up again and his tongue lashed against my swollen clit, taking me over that tip, and I slid down the edge, moaning my release.

When I finally opened my eyes and sat up, Edward was looking at me with that cocky, smug grin that always had my knees knocking. Fingers to his own lips, his tongue peeked out to lick them clean.

~atr~

"So what were you two up to tonight?' Renesme asked, her brow quirking in a very familiar way.

I couldn't hide my smirk. "Oh, we took a trip down memory lane," I said, looking at Edward who was trying like the devil to conceal his coy grin.

"Yeah, it smells like 'memory lane'," she said, wrinkling her noise.

"Renesme Carlie Cullen! You'd do well to keep that snark in check," I said with a little giggle in my voice, because we really did smell like sex.

END NOTES: The classrooms always a hot place to throw down. Or is that just me? Yeah, oookay. Liking this so far? Let me know and leave a little love.

Catch ya next Wednesday, lovelies.