Okay, okay, I've heard your cries for lemons and here they are. I personally don't enjoy distasteful language so the scene is tasteful yet definitely not shy. Hope you enjoy it. Oh, and I would like to say a big thank you to Crying-Shame who gave me the idea for this part of the story. I'll tell you exactly what it was after you've read it.

After a while I stopped playing and watched his hands move over the keys. They were smooth and elegent, yet somehow still incredibly masculine. I was suddenly blisteringly aware of the fact that my body was pressed against Edward's. His breathing on my neck sent a tiny shiver down my spine, but I knew he'd noticed it.

"Are you cold, love?" He asked with genuine concern. I turned to look at him, his eyes were a bright honey and instantly turned me to jelly. I wanted him.

"No. I just can't believe you're real." Ugh. I hated how honest I was with him. I can't even think about it before I say it. My lips molded around his, it wasn't nearly as passionate as I would've liked it. He was cautious, I could feel that.

It killed me to tear my lips away from his but I managed. I looked down at his chest, which was regretfully covered with fabric, and played with his collar. I could feel his gaze on my cleavage- hey, he was a man. "Do you like my outfit?" I asked, trying desperately to be seductive.

He took my earlobe between his lips, "I love your outfit. As long as you don't go outside in it."

I giggled. "And why's that?"

He pressed his face to my neck, squeezed me around my waist with one hand and trailed the fingers of his other where my skirt ended. My breath caught in my throat, was he for real? My hands tangled in his hair and held his lips to my neck. "Because, young lady, you look utterly irresistable." His hand slipped up my thigh where he squeezed me closer to him. Oh, that was my queue.

I winced slightly and drew in a small sharp breath. With that, his hands were off me and he was begging. "Oh, God, Bella, Love, I'm sorry! What did I do?"

I immediately felt awful for doing that to him. "No, no, it's nothing. It's just, the other week I tripped and I must have strained a muscle in my thigh or something because it hasn't stopped hurting since." Did he hear the tremor in my voice?

I didn't have time to find out because, before I knew it I was sitting on the piano and Edward's hands were at my thigh. He hesitated, looking a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked, wondering if I really wanted to know.

"It's just, this would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing a skirt." He didn't dare look at me.

"Oh." Deep inside, I started tingling. "Well, I could go to a masseusse instead I suppose. It's just that, you're the only one I trust with my body." The last part was something between a whisper and a moan.

Edward rested his head on my knee, "I swear Bella, you'll be the death of me." But his hands found the zipper at my side and slowly dragged it down, the only sound in the still room. His hands gently carressed my milky white thighs as he slide it down my legs. I saw him staring at my panties. Perfect, a voice in my head purred. His hands moved stealthily across my thigh, the feeling unbelievable. I lay back on top of the piano, my chest rising and falling in time with his strokes. I let a tiny moan slip out, not that I needed to force it. I wondered if he good see the moisture gathering in my panties, not sure if I wanted him to or not.

After a while, I stopped him. I could have stayed there forever but I had to move on. I sat up and held his head in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. But, before I could say anything, he groaned and said, "You have no idea how utterly, totally, devastatingly, stunningly beautiful you are." That was it.

I virtually leapt off the piano and twisted my legs around his waist, mashing my lips with his in a way I had never been confident to before. I felt the piano press against my back and knew that Edward had moved me into it. He was kissing me back, in a way he never had before. I let my tongue slip out and graze his lips. He moaned but didn't stop, the voice in my head screaming in pleasure. I could feel him pressing against my womanhood, his member begging to be released. I felt down his sides to where his shirt met his pants and pulled it over his head. He shook it off and went straight back to my mouth, this time his tongue slid out to taste me. "Oh my God." Did I say that?

His mouth moved away from mine, slowly moving down my neck and along my collarbone, coming to rest where my cleavage began. I felt his short, shallow breaths on my breasts, my nipples perking through the skin tight material. I thought he was about to pull away from me again, but then I heard him growl. This wasn't the defensive growl I had heard before in the medow with James or when hearing Mike's thoughts about me. This was masculine, lust fuelled and damn sexy. I effing loved it.

I felt him relieve some of the tension across my bust when his teeth removed one of my buttons. Well, I guess the top had served its purpose. I heard the other buttons pop, one by one, as Edward's head moved stealthily downwards, kissing my belly button once his job was done.

He pushed me back up onto the piano, crawling forward until his body hovered over mine. I barely noticed the cold surface at my back. His lips crushed mine, what hope did my soft humanity have against his hard marble? I slid my fingers down his chest, tracing every line and indentation on my way, and then came to rest at his belt. Once there, however, I changed my mind. I slipped my hands up around his waist to find the dimples at the base of his back. I stroked and teased them, barely touching them. He shuddered and cursed under his breath. I went back to his belt, fumbling slightly with the buckle. Once open, I pushed his pants down with my legs, the inside of my thighs rubbing the outside of his.

His face found my breasts and I threw my head back in ecstacy as he teased my already erect nipples. His tongue moistened the fabric, sending small shivers down my spine. I heard a ripping sound and the fabric fell away from my chest; Edward had bitten clean through it. "I never thought about you in pink," Edward murmed into my breast, "But I like it."

"I think that might be an understatement," I teased as his rock hard manhood rubbed my thigh.

My fingers notted in his scruffy hair as his hands and tongue teased every inch of my chest and stomach. I giggled when his tongue slid in and out of my belly button. I was in ecstacy. Rolls of pleasure I had never before experienced rolled through my body. I threw my head back and let out a loud groan. His fingers found my panties but I felt him hesitate. "Don't you dare stop now," I threatened in fear.

So, Crying-Shame came up with the idea of sex on the piano. I'd always envisaged Bella and Edward's first time to be in a traditional bed. But the idea of losing your virginity on top of a piano does sound awfully appealing, doesn't it? It'd be kind of weird if you had kids and they played that piano.. I suppose it's no weirder than sitting on your mum and dad's bed. Eww.. As always reviewers will be treated to a night with any of the Cullen boys. The submission of ideas mean that you may have any two. ;)

Anyways, big thanks to Crying-Shame! Yay!