DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I DO OWN A CAT NAMED BUDDY WHO LOOKS LIKE THE PET CEMETARY CAT.

I woke up and the smell of bacon immediately hit my nose. I love bacon. More than a normal person should. You want to torture me, tie me to a chair with a plate of bacon just out of reach. I would tell you anything you wanted to know just to get my hands on that greasy, fat filled slice of pig.

I didn't know if I should try to get up on my own again as the last time I did I fell right on my ass. I also didn't want to bother Edward. He'd been too nice to me, more than I deserved him to be. It's not his fault I can't go home. Maybe this is all for the best, some time away from everyone so I can sort things out myself. If I was home right now Charlie would be desperately trying to convince me to take Jake back, pleading his side without even really knowing the half of it. On the other side of that coin I would have Alice dragging me out to meet a new guy like five minutes after I told her we split. Yeah, this might just turn into a blessing in disguise.

I finally gathered enough courage to move my leg and was surprised that it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it had previously. There was still a noticeable throb where the cut was, but it was manageable. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, took a deep breath and gently placed my legs on the cold wooden floor. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt like a son of a bitch, but I could hobble to the kitchen.

I followed my nose to kitchen and the closer I got a heard a familiar tune playing. I rounded the last corner and saw Edward on the other side of the breakfast bar with his back to me sans shirt. I have to say he was probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen in my whole life. Every movement his body made seem to make the muscle in his back ripple and contort. It was beautiful, that was the only word I could use to describe it. I could faintly hear him singing along with the song I now had identified and Sister Hazel's "Your Winter". I could have stood there forever and watch him, but my damn leg was throbbing and I needed to sit down before I fell down.

"I would have thought you being a mountain man and all you would be partial to some country music."

He turned around fast dropping what ever was in his hand making a loud crashing sound as it hit the floor.

"Jesus!! You scared me." He had his hand resting on his chest, I couldn't help but giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." I said honestly.

"You really shouldn't be out of bed you know." He looked somewhat disappointed, I felt bad. I'm not entirely sure why, but seeing his face like that was just heartbreaking.

"Well if I hadn't smelled my weakness I would still be out like a light." I tried to keep it light hoping that it might improve his mood some. I t seemed to work, his mouth lifted slightly to one side and he gave me one of the most mouthwatering smirks ever.

"Well," He paused to look at me dead on with those enticing green eyes and then a huge smile went across his face. "Had you waited, you would have been served this in bed. But seeing as you are already up, come sit over here at the bar."

I wanted to kick myself. Served breakfast in bed by a Greek god, what else could a girl ask for? See, bacon, I lose to it every time.

Edward came over to help me across the rest of the room and into a chair. He had yet to put a shirt on so my hands got to feel him flesh to flesh, it sent a shiver down my spine the very moment our skin touched. His skin was smooth as marble and as white as porcelain. I found myself just circling his back with my fingers. After a few moments I realized what I was doing and stopped turning my head to the ground so he wouldn't see my embarrassment. I looked up through my hair and I swear I could see a smirk forming on his lips.

Smug bastard.

"So, shouldn't you be, like tanner?" I looked up at him as I sat down and saw his brow furrow. "I mean, you're out here playing Little House on the Prairie all day, I would think you'd be a tad darker from being outside a lot."

He looked confused. I thought it was a pretty straight forward question. I'm not asking him what the square root of pi is.

"It's February Bella. I don't do much role playing in the winter."

Fuck!

Did I leave my brain back with my truck? Of course it's too cold to be outside, chopping wood, with out a shirt, with sweat pouring down his perfect chest and dampening the hair leading down toward a tall peak of perfect manhood.

"Bella?"

Whoa, where did that come from?

"Hmm, what? I'm sorry, I was just daydreaming."

"About"

"Dante's Peak"

"The movie?"

"No" Ha! Let him think about that for awhile. He started to open his mouth, but I beat him to it. I needed to change the subject before my face turned a permanent shade of red. "Now where is this bacon? You've got my mouth watering and I am not a patient person. Especially when it comes to bacon."

"Ahh, your weakness Miss Swan? What a valuable piece of information."

"Use it wisely. I've been know to kill for a piece of greasy pig."

He laughed and I was glad I was able to shift the conversation. I don't know why that came out of my mouth. I'm never that brave or forward. Something about him just brings out the snarky, horny, bitch inside me. I feel like I have those little characters on my shoulder. On the left I have good, virginal Bella, and on the right a leather clad bitch from hell. Apparently Virginal Bella went on vacation.

"So what do you do up here all by yourself? It's got to get hella boring."

Hella? Really? I'm such a dork.

"Um actually it's uh, hella peaceful." He smirked as he placed a plateful of food in front of me. He'd made a whole feast. It was piled with bacon, eggs, sausage, and what appeared to be blueberry pancakes. I'm never leaving. I hope the snow never melts and I am stuck here with this Greek God serving me breakfast every day.

"This looks delicious. Thank you, ya know for all this. I probably don't deserve it, but it is much appreciated either way."

"Your welcome. And you do deserve it; you're the nicest damsel in distress I've picked up on the side of the road."

"Wow, you must pick up some huge thunder cunts then!" I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I can't believe I just said that. What was I thinking? "Sorry, I have no brain filter around you. I'm not usually so crass."

"You've sworn worse than a sailor since I brought you here, I really don't expect that to change."

"I just don't want you to think that I'm assuming the kind of women you bring here. I just met you; you probably have a very nice girlfriend."

"I haven't brought a girl here in…. well… never. I guess my mom but she doesn't count, she's a mom. I don't really date."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I snapped. How could he be single?

"Uh, no"

"Well what the hell is wrong with the women you know? They blind? Or are you some kind of axe murdering, herpes carrying, son of a white supremist kind of guy?"

"Is that a compliment, I'm not really sure?"

"Yes, sorry, I'm just really shocked. The girls I know would be drooling over you the minute they saw you. And you're not only hot, but nice. I never knew such a man existed!" Bella meet shovel, you'll be spending a lot of time together as Bella here has a large hole to dig her self into. Ugh! After that little confession I'm sure things won't be awkward at all the next few days, or worse weeks.

"I guess thanks then."

"Seriously, how are you single? You're, like, perfect." That's right Bella, just dig that hole deeper. "I mean these pancakes are to die for. I'm thinking of sneaking you out in my purse when I leave."

He just laughed. Thank god! I can't believe some of the things coming out of my mouth. It just keeps getting worse, if I were him I'd have me committed.

"I might just take you up on that offer."

That did it. The orange juice I had just taken a drink of went flying from my mouth and across the table. What the hell? He can't just say things like that to me. Before I could even react or produce any more word vomit Edward was at my side rubbing my back.

"You ok?"

"Swallowed wrong." I managed to garble out. I collected myself and decided I wasn't done with the stupid questions. "Why?"

He looked suddenly uncomfortable. Did he just say it to be nice? I'm such a fool to think someone as gorgeous as Edward would even look twice at me. I'm a complete utter mess, both inside and out.

"Why what? Why I'm still single? Why I have terrible taste in women? Why I would go home with you? Or why my father is a white supremist?"

"Well, all of the …..wait what? You're father really is a white supremist? I didn't mean anything by my comment I swear. The bald head probably really fits his personality. Not that he has a bad personality, mind you. Not that having a bald head insinuates you have a bad personality. In fact how would I know, I don't even know your father." And the words just keeps spilling out.

"Bella, stop. I'm kidding, my dad is no such thing. The hospital would probably frown on a bald headed, tattooed surgeon. He does wear a lot of white though."

"Oh, right, doctor. You know not all KKK members have a shit ton of tattoos." Why, why do these things come out of my mouth. Like he gives a crap that I was bored one Sunday and watch hour after hour of a KKK special on the History channel.

"I'm gonna take your word for that. Now for your other questions I'm only going to answer one."

"Ok, do I get to choose with one?"

"No"

I was a little disappointed, I sort of wanted to know why he would go home with me. I don't' know why, I would have chickened out at the last minute and asked a different one.

Seconds went by. Edward said nothing. It looked as though he was torn on what to say, how much information to give away. Can't say I blame him. Since he brought me here I have been nothing but a pain in the ass, crabby bitch. If I were him I would tread carefully on what I divulged to a crack pot like me.

"You fascinate me" was all he said when he finally spoke. " You are clever, witty, independent, and breathtakingly gorgeous. And you don't even realize it." It was as if he was talking to himself now. " You challenge me like no one has before and I've know you conscious for not even a full day. You've rubbed off on me, now I'm rambling. Anyway, that's why I'd let you fold me up and take me away in your purse. Well maybe not the purse you have with you, it's pretty gross."

I knew he was trying to lighten the mood after his little confession, but I was still trying to wrap my head around what he just said. Breathtakingly gorgeous, is he blind? I'm boring, everything about me screams boring! My mousy brown hair, that matches my ugly brown eyes. I'm as pale as some goth chicks makeup, and my body is nothing to be admired. I'm plain, nothing breathtaking about me.

"Say something" I realized then that he was playing with my hair as his eyes bore into mine waiting for some sort of reaction.

"I don't know what to say. Know one has ever said anything like that to me before. I'm flattered, but that's not me. That person you just described, it's not me. I'm shy, I fumble over my words, and about as plain as plain can get. I understand if you're just trying to be nice. You don't want to piss off a person you might have to spend a good amount of time with."

"You obviously don't see yourself very clearly. And I'm sad for you that no one has ever told you what has become completely obvious to me the last two days. I can promise you I am not just saying these things to appease you."

My heart was racing. How do you respond to something that sounds like it came directly out of a Shakespearean play. I could feel his hand still stroking and twirling my hair. Finally I gathered up the courage to look up at him. He was smiling from ear to ear. I knew it, he was just joking around with me. He was going to bust out laughing, teasing me for falling for his lame lines. I wanted to run back to his room and bury my head in his pillow.

Before I could say another word he brought both hands up to cradle my face and a determined look crossed over his face. I knew this look, Jake always got it before he stuck his tongue down my throat and slobbered all over my like a damn dog. I wanted to run, but another part of me wanted to stay and have a little fun.

I didn't make a decision fast enough, because the next thing I knew Edwards cold lips were softly pressed against mine. I could have melted right there, his lips were perfect. And before I could stop myself I was kissing him back, moving in a rhythm that seemed too smooth and easy. As if we had done this countless times before.

He hands moved from my face to the back of my head, grabbing a hold of my hair and bring my face closer. I half expected this to hurt but even in being rough Edward was ever the gentleman and made sure I was in no pain. His body was pressed against mine, well as much as it could be with me sitting on a barstool and him towering over me, but even still I could feel how much this was effecting him, and holy shit did it feel like I was effecting something rather large.

I moaned into his mouth as he grinded up against me. He started to trail his tongue along my bottom lip asking permission to enter. I badly wanted to scream "Hell Yes!", but it didn't seem appropriate. Instead I opened my mouth to him and let his warm, bacon tasting tongue enter my mouth.

Another moan spills from my mouth, which incidentally causes another thigh quivering pelvic thrust from Edward. I try to widen my legs a bit so his can have better access but my knee hit the breakfast bar. I let out a frustrated moan and it doesn't take Edward long to realize what the problem is and remedy it. He picks me up bridal style and carries me over to the couch next to a fireplace, and lays me down gently. Never breaking from my lips he settled in between my legs and grinds in to me.

"Holy shit Edward." I mumble into his mouth as the smug bustard smirked into mine.

"I want to make you cum Bella."

All I could do is whimper. Somehow hearing something so naughty spill from Edward's mouth made my panties dripping wet.

"Is that ok?" Always the gentlemen.

I nodded even though I'm sure if my Virginal Bella were not on vacation she would be screaming whore at me. Kinky Bella on the other hand was doing back flips.

He lips moved from mine and made there way down to my collar bone, a place I never thought was that erotic but holy shit I was going to ruin his couch soon if he kept going at this pace.

While he lips did their magic his hand started a downward trail toward the elastic waistband of my borrowed sweats. With each feather touch of his fingers my legs twitched and my breath became shorter. His hand finally made it's way under and toward the apex of my thighs. I held my breath in anticipation but felt short changed when he started to caress my inner thigh instead. I moaned in frustration.

"Patience love."

Love? A girl could get used to that pet name.

His hands trailed up and down my thigh as his mouth worked over my neck and collar bone area. It became increasingly unbearable and I started to thrust my hips up hoping to move his hands over to where I wanted it. I thought it worked when his fingers trailed in closer to my throbbing bud but he skipped over that and his hand instead landed on my other thigh. Pain shot through my body and I though I was going to die. Well, slight exaggeration, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. I had forgotten about my bandaged up leg.

"Edward!" I screamed.

"I said patience, it will be worth it I promise." He looked up at me and saw the tears threatening to fall and fear immediately set in. "Bella I'm sorry. Too fast?"

I couldn't help but laugh. His brow furrowed and I could tell he didn't find the humor in the situation.

"No, that's not it. My leg, it's still a little sore. It hurt that's all."

His eyes widened and he lifted up my sweats to take a look.

"Damn, I forgot about that. It looks ok, I didn't do any damage. Talk about a mood killer, huh?"

"Oh no you don't. Steer clear of my bum leg, but you sir are not going to get me all worked up and not get to the finale."

A smile grew across his face and his lips attacked mine. Too soon he pulled away and I pouted out my lips hoping to entice him back in.

"Be careful Love, that pout is a dangerous weapon. Use it only as necessary."

I was going to snap back at him but before I could he had my bottom lip sucked in between his. I couldn't hold back the whimpering moan that escaped my mouth. Just as he released my lip his fingers dove into me. I hadn't even realized his hand had made it's way back down my pants.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

"Does that feel good Bella?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Fuck yeah it does. Now shut up!"

He let out a small laugh but continued to pump his fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I normally would be freaking out at this point, getting all self conscious and crap, but I was feeling too much pleasure to care. I honestly didn't think it could get better than this, that was until Edward moved his thumb lightly over my clit. My hips raised up off the couch and my legs were quivering uncontrollably at this point. He started with just quick grazes across my bundle of nerves but quickly started rubbing small circles that grew in pressure with every pass.

It wasn't long before I started feeling my stomach tightening. Every muscle in my body was screaming for a release, but I didn't want to. I wanted to feel this way forever. My self induced orgasm had never felt even close to the same. I was on cloud nine, nothing could pull me down.

"Bella," Except for a god himself.

"Hmm" I mumbles in response.

"Let go."

With those two words he pulled his fingers out of me and pinched my clit between his thumb and index finger. That was my undoing. My body exploded and every nerve ending from my head to my toes was tingling. Edward was now gently rubbing me bringing me down from my euphoric high, as my legs went arms and legs went slack.

"I feel like Gumby." I mused mostly to myself.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's a great thing Edward. An absolutely mind numbing, toe tingling, great thing."

"Good, because I plan a repeat performance."

A huge grin spread across my face. I feel like a gigantic slut, and it's the greatest feeling in the world right now.

A/N SORRY IS ALL I CAN SAY. I KNOW THIS TOOK FOREVER, THINGS JUST HAPPENED. IT WILL BE QUICKER NEXT TIME. ANYONE KNOW A GOOD BETA?