A/N: Thank you guys for all the wonderful reviews and suggestions! I meant to get this chapter up sooner, but there was little book that came out, I'm sure you never heard of it, called Breaking Dawn. Plus, I wasn't sure which scenario to use next, I've been getting some very lemony suggestions! Please keep up the reviews! Oh, and one more thing, I hope this doesn't give away too much, but please pardon my French, I speak Spanish so I had to have the lovely Ruby X Squared (she has a really funny oneshot up that wouldn't hurt to check out) translate for me.

Chapter 2: Room Service

My new car navigated down the Cullen's long, narrow, windy drive with such heightened precision it was a little unsettling. I wasn't used to a car being able to react like this. It was if it did the steering for me. Was Edward truly so paranoid for my safety that he had to buy me a car that practically drove itself?

As I neared the house, Alice was already out on the porch to greet me, bouncing with excitement. This couldn't be good. She beamed radiantly, but there was another layer to the smile that seemed tainted with some wild scheme. I cut the engine and got out of the car, all the while wondering just what she could be up to.

"Hi, Alice," I greeted her cautiously, approaching her on the porch steps.

"Bella!" she sang. "What on Earth took you so long?"

"That," I just about growled, motioning behind me to yet another undeserved and quite frankly, unwanted, gift from Edward.

Alice rolled her golden eyes. "Aren't you supposed to drive faster?"

"Not when it has a mind of its own and tries to drive itself!" I spat back. How many more days until my transformation?

She dismissed the matter with an exasperated shake of her head and invited me in. The house seemed quiet. Too quiet.

"Where is everyone?" I asked as my eyes scanned the bright open room that Alice led me through.

"Carlisle's working, Esme's at the hospital too, volunteering with patients. Rosalie's out in the garage working on Emmett's wrangler and the boys are out hunting." She casually explained, leading me up to her bedroom.

"So it's just you and me then," I deduced as she closed the door behind me once we arrived in her room.

"Uh huh," Alice grinned deviously.

I gulped.

"So," she began nonchalantly, gracefully leaping from the door onto her bed, barely making a sound when she landed. The scheming smile never left her face. "How did last Friday go?"

My cheeks blazed crimson at the question. Last Friday. The day I played dress up for Edward with Alice's assistance. "F-Fine," I stuttered, adverting my eyes.

"Just fine?" Alice pressed, her already high soprano rising even higher with curiosity on the word 'fine'.

"Oh come on, Alice! Why do you do this to me when you know the answer all along?" I demanded as the increase of body heat from my humiliation spread throughout my body.

"Alright," she conceded, sighing in defeat. "I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it as much as Edward did."

My head snapped up at her words. "He really enjoyed it?"

"Are you kidding me? How could he not?" exclaimed Alice gleefully. "Especially with me helping you. Anyway, I was thinking…"

She was a blur, darting off the bed to the closet and then back before I could count to one Mississippi. There was a hanger in her hand…

"No way."

"In case you've forgotten Alice," I gasped as she pulled harder on the ribbons behind me, "My body actually needs to breathe."

She laughed her musical laugh and simply replied, "Just be lucky you were born in this century, Bella."

I exhaled aware that there was really no way I was going to win this one. The dress was already on for the most part, as were the fishnets, my make up already applied, my hair already styled with the headpiece in place. All that was left was for my feet to slip into the dangerous pair of black pumps that Alice had put out for me at the edge of the bed.

Once she'd secured the laces of the back of my dress into a bow, I inquired, "Can I see myself now?"

"I thought you didn't want to," said Alice, a bit puzzled.

"I might as well have an idea of just how ridiculous I look before I go through with this," I told her.

"Don't sound so down, Bella," Alice encouraged as she took me into her beauty salon sized bathroom, "Edward's going to like this one even more than the cop."

I'd caught a glimpse of myself in her huge mirror before I could argue back, rendering me speechless. It was difficult to recognize the vixen that stood before me. The bright red lips, the darkly lined eyes, the curled hair swept up into an elegant French twist, the black and white minidress (pic on profile), the fishnet stockings, the illusion that I actually had cleavage…

"C'est magnifique!" Alice cried in a perfect French accent.

"Are you sure he's going to go for this?" I questioned uneasily, still unconvinced.

"Bella, when are going to start having a shred of confidence in yourself?" Alice insisted, her hands resting on her hips.

"Alright, alright," I gave in. "Edward just never struck me as the type who would go for this sort of thing."

Alice merely chuckled and handed me a feather duster. "He's a guy, that automatically makes him 'the type'. Now go, he'll be home in a less than ten minutes."

I complied with Alice and trudged down the hall to Edward's room. As I waited, I went over the hurried French lesson Alice had given me while she'd prepared me. Hello was bonjour, Mister was Monsieur, please was s'il vous plait, but what was that line she taught me? The one from that song…

From downstairs I could hear the sound of the door opening and a murmur of voices. My heartbeat picked up to such a thunderous pace that I was sure that Edward would be able to hear it from downstairs. As quickly as the pumps would allow, I shuffled over to Edward's massive collection of CD's and started to dust like my life depended on it. Not a moment too soon either, because I heard the bedroom door open only a second or two later.

"Bella, love—"was a far he got before noticing my outfit. I remained facing the wall of CD's, too afraid to look toward him.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, his voice deep and pure velvet. Next I heard the door shut…and lock. I gulped for the second time today. Alice was right again. No surprise there.

My ability to speak was still paralyzed by my fear.

"Oh, mademoiselle?" Edward called, like Alice, in a flawless French accent.

I inhaled all the air I could push into my lungs and pivoted around. Edward was still on the other side of the room standing impossibly motionless, studying me. The seductive glint in his eyes only heightened my pulse as his gaze swept over my figure in a manner that almost resembled a hunter sizing up his prey.

"Oui?" I squeaked.

"Suis-que j'imterromps quelque chose?" he asked, but I couldn't understand what he'd said. Alice had only taught me the basics to conversing in French. This would be so much easier if she'd picked a Spanish sort of costume instead of this, then I'd at least be able to have some idea what Edward was saying.

So I just kind of stared at him blankly and shrugged my shoulders.

He laughed in a low, seductive tone and then rephrased his question in English. "Am I interrupting anything?"

All I could do was shake my head from side to side.

"Bon. You just keep cleaning, don't mind me," Edward told me, strolling over to the bed, taking off his shirt on the way. My eyes traced over every muscle on his chest, marveling at their definition. Staring at Edward shirtless never got old, no matter how many times I've seen him that way.

I didn't realize just how obvious my gawking was until Edward waved a hand at me, gesturing for me to get back to 'work'. He was lying on his back on the bed, his hands laced behind his head, a smug smile on his perfect lips.

"Ou-Oui," I stammered, whirling around to face the CD's again and continue dusting. Ugh, this was so awkward.

It wasn't so awkward for Edward.

"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle." Edward called from the bed. I turned my head to find him smirking mischievously. "I believe you missed a spot."

"Where?" I inquired in my pathetic imitation of a French accent, when in fact, I sounded like Pepe le Pew on helium.

"Up there," answered Edward, pointing to a higher shelf that I barely reach. Reluctantly I complied, going up on tip-toes to reach the place he'd mentioned. Once I did, it became obvious to me why Edward had wanted me to do so. Since the skirt of my dress was so incredibly short, he got a clear view of my underwear, or lack thereof. It baffled me how women could wear thongs on a daily basis. To me, they were nothing but automatic wedgies.

"Oh and mademoiselle, down there as well," he requested as he remained lounging on the bed, watching my every movement.

"Oui, Monsieur," I responded through gritted teeth and glowered at him before bending over. He was having too much fun with this. I guessed that at this point my face resembled somewhat of a tomato, but thankfully Edward couldn't see it. Never had I expected Edward to get so into this little charade, to be so bold. Yet then again, he'd played along with the cop costume without any trouble. Now I realized why I liked having some control over the situation, if I let Edward make all the decisions, I'd end up bent over his CD collection while he ogled my butt, more embarrassed than I am when Emmett makes cracks about Edward and I's budding sex life. Yet, as much as I knew this should annoy me, I couldn't help but enjoy it to some extent. It turned me on to think that Edward thought I looked sexy like this and wanted to see more of my imperfect body.

"Je finis," I announced, feeling a bit relieved as I turned to leave.

Edward raised an eyebrow, but simply replied, "Merci beaucoup."

I cocked my head I confusion as I continued to head for the door. Surely Edward loved me enough that he wouldn't make me leave the room dressed like this? I took another couple of steps without interruption. Would he?

Just as I was placing my hand on the doorknob, I heard his voice; "Wait, mademoiselle."

Whew. I exhaled in relief. So he did love me.

I turned around and Edward was there in front of me, no longer on the bed. I jumped and gasped in surprise at his sudden appearance so near to me.

He leaned in close, his lips hovering over my earlobe, and whispered, "Did you really think I would let you leave without tipping you, mi cherie?"

"A tip?" I repeated, my voice nothing more than an airy sigh. I could feel my knees becoming jelly as well as my head beginning to feel dizzy at his words. Leave it to Edward to turn this whole thing around and end up dazzling me.

"Oui," he confirmed, his lips gently caressing my ear for a moment before he looked at me face-to-face. His originally topaz, but now darkened, eyes burned into mine. "Voulez-vouz couchez avec moi ce sior?"

That was the line Alice had tried to teach me! Thank goodness I knew what that meant or it would have ruined the moment for sure. I bit my lip and giggled a little as I answered, "S'il vous plait, monsieur."

The next thing I knew, I was pinned down on the bed with Edward on top of me. One of his hands gripped my wrists, holding them in place above me head, and the other was resting on my hip. Although our faces were mere inches apart, Edward just stared into my eyes. In hopes of evoking a reaction, I licked my lips, my tongue taking its time to trace the outline of my mouth.

That was all the provoking Edward needed. Suddenly his lips were against mine, his own tongue slipping in between my lips to tangle itself with mine. Frenching, how appropriate. I kissed him back, thrashing against his lock on my wrists, to no avail of course. In an attempt to fight back, I grinded my groin into his. The groan he emitted when I did assured me that my efforts weren't in vain. His already rock hard member strained through the fabric of his pants and pressed against me.

"You look so sexy Bella," Edward told me as he moved his kisses down along my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his mouth touched my skin. My back arched into his cold, solid chest craving more.

"Me-Mer-Merc-Thanks," I stuttered breathlessly as his lips advanced to my collar bone.

"You're welcome," he replied pulling away from my chest. His hands released his clasp on my hands and my waist. "But you'd look even sexier like this."

His hands found the neck line of my dress and ripped the bodice in half right down the middle. My breath hitched at the sudden rush of cool air that swept of my now exposed torso.

"Edward!" I cried in complete shock by the audacity of his action. Lord only knows how much Alice paid for that.

"What?" questioned Edward, not really paying much attention to me, but rather to ripping the bodice completely off of my dress. "Sit up."

I obeyed and lifted my upper body off the bed so he could tear the top half of my ensemble clean off. Now I was only clothed from the hips down.

"You…you broke my dress!" I accused him as Edward lightly pushed me back down on the bed.

"Don't worry, love. I'll buy you a new one," he assured me hastily as his hands cupped my breasts.

I inhaled sharply as my nipples hardened immediately at the contact. My back arched again as he ran his fingers over, rubbed, and softly grasped my breasts. It felt so good that I was starting to doubt Edward's claims of being a virgin before he met me.

Just as his hand was sliding down my stomach, I caught it in mine.

"Oh, no you don't," I said as-a-matter-of-factly, rolling on top of him so I was straddling his midsection.

"Whatever do you mean, darling?" Edward asked in an innocent, yet at the same time extremely sexy voice.

"Don't play dumb with me, Edward," I retorted as I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his zipper…

"I'm afraid I—" my hand slipped down into his pants "—Jesus, Bella!"

I giggled playfully the response I created and began to stroke him with a single finger. My grin only spread wider at the sight of his tensed features when I wrapped my hands around him and began to pump up and down.

"Bella," Edward murmured through closed lips.

"Yes, Edward?" I inquired sheepishly, picking up the pace.

"Bella," he said again with more fervor in his tone.

"What is it, Edward?" I pressed as I continued to move my hands faster.

"You're making me…you're sending me over the edge…I can't hold it anymore—"

And then he exploded into my palms. I glanced down at my soaked hands and vacillated on how I was supposed to clean them off. Instead of licking my hands, which honestly seemed pretty gross to me, I took my hands and ran them all over my chest, praying that it appeared sexy to Edward and not disgusting.

His eyes dimmed even more and a low growl rumbled in his chest. Apparently it did appear sexy to him.

"I can't wait any longer, Bella, I need to be inside of you." Edward informed me, his tone deep but anxious.

"Neither can I," I agreed, whipping off his pants.

Edward shifted so he was on top of me again. He saw my exasperated glare and reminded me, "You were on top last time."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't argue back. The excitement and anticipation of having Edward inside of me surpassed any frustration I could have with him at the moment. I heard my skirt and thong be ripped off of my body, yet I dismissed his destructive manner of undressing me.

Leaning so all his weight was on his forearms as he situated himself on top of me, Edward positioned himself at my entrance. Before he did, he peeked up at me for the go-ahead and I nodded eagerly. I couldn't help but to feel somewhat selfish, though. I knew how difficult it was for Edward to do this, always having to be in control, when it was so easy to fly off the handle. That's why I couldn't wait until I was a vampire and the burden would be lifted off his shoulders.

All feelings of guilt or selfishness went straight out the window when I felt Edward push into me. A loud moan escaped my lips and my eyelids sealed shut as the initial burst of pleasure surged through my body. It always astonished me just how perfectly Edward filled me, as if we were meant to fit together.

Edward slid out at a torturously slow pace and thrusted back into me again. I buried my face into his chest, his perpetually icy skin felt even colder in comparison to my feverish flesh. Every time he drove into me a loud moan left my lips.

"Oh Edward," I cried into his skin as my hands gripped each of his wiry, flexing, and unbelievably muscular biceps.

"Yes, Bella?" Edward panted back. He was gripping the sides of the bed so tightly I could have sworn that I heard metal crunch.

"I…I want…I want you—"

"Tell me what you want, darling," he persuaded me to go on in his trademark smooth tone. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

If formulating words wasn't so exceedingly challenging at the moment, I would have told him. But the pulsing between my legs was getting unbearably stronger with each passing second. I was too far gone to produce any sort of verbal communication besides moans and shouts.

Although I couldn't tell Edward what I wanted, I could show him. So I wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted my groin to his to ensure that every millimeter of him was inside of me to enhance his thrusts. Also I managed to grunt out, "Deeper."

We continued like this for God only knows how long until it happened. My whole body erupted into swells of intense pleasure that enveloped my entire body. I threw my head back in pure ecstasy, screaming Edward's name. Every particle of my being seemed to tremble and though I couldn't see it, I knew Edward was experiencing the exact same thing. His arms were no longer bent but now stretched out in front of him, clutching the bedposts as he made his final thrusts. The volume of his groans and calling out my name almost drowned out my yells.

Eventually, I drifted back down to Earth. My breathing took longer than usual to slow and return to its natural pace. It all almost seemed unreal until I felt a very familiar pair of lips placing soft kisses on my jaw line. I took my time letting my eyes flutter open and they were met with the image of a broken, no broken was an understatement, mangled headboard.

"Edward!" I gasped as I raised my torso off the bed and twisted around to get a better look.

He sat up with me and I revolved back to face him with awestruck eyes. "You…the bed…"

I guess my ability to articulate complete thoughts had still yet to recover. Edward didn't seem phased by distorted furniture at all however. If anything, he appeared amused…even proud?

"Don't you worry about it, love," he crooned into my ear, his hands wrapping around my back and pressing my chest against his.

"Buh-but…It's my fault," I stuttered in response, only partially aware as to what I was saying due to Edward's sinfully skilled lips that were teasing my ear.

He pulled away to look me in the eye.

"Well, you're right about that. It is completely your fault. Perhaps this will teach you to just let Alice do all the cleaning around here," reprimanded Edward jokingly.

The corners of my mouth tugged into a grin and I let out a laugh. "My apologies, monsieur, I promise that we won't charge you for it."

"C'est la vie," he shrugged, grinning my favorite crooked smile of his.

Our lips began to drift together, but right before they could touch, we were interrupted by an obnoxious knocking on the door.

Edward's eyes rolled as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it!"

"Who is it?" I inquired as my eyes darted toward the door where the knocking wasn't relenting.

"Who do you think it is?" Edward shot back, withdrawing from me quicker than I would have liked. Honestly, I'd sort of forgotten he was still inside of me. I yelped in pain, though Edward didn't pick up on it. Instead, he ordered, "For your own sake, Bella, cover yourself!"

"Oh Edwaaaaaaaaaard," called a voice from the other side of the voice.

It took me less than a second to recognize that voice and I slipped under the covers the fastest I could. Thankfully, I was just in time, since the moment I'd pulled the sheet over my chest Edward, already clothed and at the door, pulled it open.

"Go away, Emmett," Edward growled. "You don't see me walking in on you and Rosalie's afterglow, not that I would ever want to—"

"Hey, back off bro," Emmett told Edward as he raised his hands in mock-surrender. He maneuvered his neck around Edward's head to look at me. "I was only going to ask if Bella could do my room next."

My face immediately burst into the flames and I flipped over in the bed to hide it in the pillow as Emmett broke out into hearty laughter.

"THAT'S IT EMMETT!" Edward roared tackling him into the hallway.

"What's your problem, man?" I heard Emmett's voice request, followed by a thud. "Argghhh"

"Boys!" Esme's melodic yet stern voice exclaimed from what sounded like somewhere downstairs.

"My money's on you, Edward!" Jasper's disembodied voice cheered for him.

"How—ugh!—Dare—ahh—you—Just—wait—uhhh—until—she's a—shit!—newborn—" Edward fumed. I could only guess that he was wailing pretty hard on Emmett. I might have felt at least a little bad for him if he hadn't mortified me from here to the edge of the universe and back.

"Boys…" Esme's voice warned again, this time more authoritative and closer.

"Edward, you do anything to him below the belt, I'll do the same to you!" yelled an angry Rosalie.

"ENOUGH!" Esme shrieked. Only then did the fighting stop.

"I'm never having sex in this household again!" I vowed into my pillow.

Curse Alice and her knack for telling if my boyfr—fiancé is going to enjoy a French maid costume or not.