Author's note: Poor Edward - everyone's got all sorts of plans for him. Don't think he'll complain, though. At least, not much. ;)

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Rosalie smiled at him, a true smile - not a smirk or a grin, but an honest expression of happiness.

"I'm so glad you and Bella finally got yourselves together. And I just wanted you to know that, no matter what you'll do or find with anyone else, nothing will ever come close to what you have with her. I know you won't quite believe it at first. Neither did I. Which is why I thought it might be easier for your first...extracurricular activity...to be with me." She held out her hand to him, and he found himself taking it as she led him to the gigantic bed that was sitting so strangely in between two huge pine trees. Once sitting she pulled him down beside her, all traces of the seductress faded underneath the appearance of Rosalie the person.

"I'm nervous," he heard himself say before catching his errant mouth and slamming it shut. She just touched his cheek gently.

"I know you are. I promise, Ed...if this becomes too much, we can stop. I give you my word." Her golden eyes were sincere. "And we'll start off slowly. I don't want to overwhelm you." Holding his gaze, she leaned forward slowly until her lips brushed his, a feather-light touch totally unlike the skin-searing kisses she'd been nailing him with lately. It unnerved him more than anything else she could have done, but at the same time it was easily the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. She pulled back a little, as though to gauge the effect she'd had and to determine if it was safe to continue. Apparently finding her answer in his eyes, she leaned forward again, touching him only with her lips and nothing else. This time she stayed in place but came no closer, seemingly content to barely-touch him until the world ended. It was that surety, that restraint that had him leaning forward a little, pressing his lips to hers hesitantly at first, then with greater assurance. She made a little purring sound in her throat and guided one of his hands to the back of her neck, holding the other one with her own as she let him deepen their kiss as he chose.

She tasted sweet, an odd flavor he'd never known and couldn't place, something totally and solely Rosalie. Her neck beneath his hand felt almost fragile, though he knew it was anything but, and her hair brushing his arm was gossamer. He tilted his head to meet her own better; her lips slanting across his with an unspoken whisper of promises that he was finding himself immensely curious to explore. Her hand turned in his grasp so that they were palm-to-palm, her thumb stroking the skin between his thumb and forefinger. He found he could read her actions as easily as her thoughts, and she left no barriers up between them, allowing him into her mind with an openness and a warmth like he'd never known from her.

~You feel amazing, Edward,~ came her thought to him, making him shiver.

~So do you, Rose,~ he thought-spoke back. This was something he'd never really considered - the possibility of being able to talk mind-to-mind while enjoying anything intimate.

~I'd like to really kiss you now...is that okay?~ Even her mental voice was cautious, asking permission that he found it reflexively simple to grant. Rather than answer he just pulled her closer, loving that she snuggled into his lap so willingly. Her arms slid around his neck, his going around her waist while her tongue found its way into his mouth, teasing his own.

~Is it possible to close out everything but my feelings and your own?~ she asked. ~I think it might be more fun if you just dove into the sensations.~

~Absolutely,~ he replied with more confidence than he felt. He'd never really attempted that. In the next moment, though, she shifted to straddle his lap and he found it all too easy to block out the rest of the world and concentrate on the stunning blonde, warm and pliant and currently rubbing just right against his erection.

~Mmmm...soon enough, Ed...I'm not done kissing you yet.~ She suited action to thought and laid him back, stretching out on top of him and deepening the kiss until his mind began to spin. He barely registered her hands removing his shirt, though he could have pinpointed forever the exact moment that she moved enough to shrug out of her own. The press of her bare breasts against his skin was incredible, and when she guided his hands up to cup and caress them, waiting until he was following her wordless instructions before tangling her own hands back in his hair - he was struck by how amazingly perfect she felt against him.

~Rosalie...you are gorgeous,~ he thought fervently, feeling her smile against his lips.

~So are you, Edward. Like a bronze-haired god.~ He let her see what he thought of that, and she laughed aloud before returning to their embrace.

~Are you good with this, or do you want more?~ Once more, she gave him an out. The difference being that - this time - he had no intention of taking it. The thought of stopping never crossed his mind. Instead he just flipped her onto her back and began to nip down her throat. Her moan was beautiful, musical, driving his arousal up at the same time they intensified his desire to make her feel good. By now, from their frequent playing, he knew which spots were the most sensitive and proceeded to lick from one to another, loving the way she wriggled and urged him on. For a long while he worked on driving her crazy, peeling her jeans down over her luscious hips and off of her shapely legs before kissing every inch of skin he'd just exposed. Once she'd had enough of that, she returned the favor, her fingers gently caressing his shaft as she licked the tender skin on his inner thighs. It could have been hours or years and neither would have known - or cared - but they were in the same place at the same time whenever she crawled up his prone form to position herself on top of him. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were filled with want and love and happiness as she looked down at him.

"Edward...if you don't want to do this, now would be the time to stop." Her words, almost odd after so long a time of straight mental communication, made him tingle. He knew his own feelings were obvious...the residual hesitancy, the need, and when he answered he barely recognized himself in the sound.

"God, Rosalie...I do want this. You." He took a deep breath. "I trust you, Rose." She sighed and then he felt her begin to slide down onto him, the amazing feeling of being pulled into her heat making his eyes roll back in his head. Thankfully she didn't torment him, instead beginning almost immediately to work herself up and down on his throbbing length. He finally opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Rose, nude, sleek as a cat, muscles flexing as she rode him slowly. He thought it was possible he'd never seen anything to equal it. And then she squeezed her inner muscles and he didn't think about anything else for a long time. His hips began to shift almost of their own accord, lifting off of the mattress to drive himself slowly deeper, further into her welcoming wetness. He became aware that she was murmuring, speaking under her breath, and he listened in silent shock. This priceless goddess riding his cock seemed to have the most arousingly vulgar vocabulary - he'd never heard anything like it. And he really, really liked it.

"Mmmm...Edward...you're so huge...stretch my pussy, baby, that's it...grab my tits...squeeze my nipples, honey, yeah...harder...oh god, I'm gonna come...make me come, Ed...yeah...oh my - ohhhh - like that! YES! I'm coming...Edward, you're making me come...harder, Ed...gimme your cock, baby...deeper...holy shit..." She degenerated into wordless squeals as she came, her juices making his dick so wet. He couldn't believe his ears - was THIS what everyone had mentioned behind her back? ~Holy hell, Rose, you're amazing!~ She slowly came down from her pinnacle, her hips settling onto his own as she opened eyes heavy-lidded with passion.

"I wanna watch you on top of me when you come." He felt himself shudder at her whisper, flipping them with ease until he was buried between her thighs and pushing her ankles up onto his shoulders. The difference in sensation was unbelievable.

"You don't have to hold back, Ed, you can't hurt me. I know you wanna just drive it deep - do it." He slammed his hips forward, enjoying her squeal.

"Again! Do that again!" He was more than happy to oblige, shoving himself into her, grinding against her until she screamed.

"Oh god, Edward...take me...fuck me, baby...harder...harder...yes...you're gonna make me come again...hell yes, do it...come with me, Ed...shoot me full..." And then he heard her in his mind, more coherant than her verbal expounding.

~I want you to come in me, Edward...just let go.~ That was all it took. Seeing her beautiful body beneath him, hearing her words and her thoughts - he shoved her down onto the mattress as he came, flooding her with his essence while she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him deep within her mind as well as her body. He slowly became aware of her lips on his forehead, the breeze blowing across their naked bodies. And applause. ~APPLAUSE?!~ Mortified, he snapped his head up to see Alice and Emmett, Jasper and Bella standing in a loose ring around the head of the bed, smiling and clapping.

"That was hella hot, honey," whispered Bella as she leaned in for a kiss. He was so shocked that he didn't respond at first, and she stood up and leaned back against Jasper. "I really really liked watching you." She turned her attention to Rose. "So?" The blonde simply looked from Edward to Bella and back again before speaking.

"Oh, honey, you are one lucky little tramp. This boy is an incredible fuck." Edward thought he couldn't possibly be more embarrassed, but as much as he would have liked to move, to get dressed, the fact remained that his dick was still being treated to Rosalie's python squeeze and her arms and legs didn't seem likely to release him anytime soon.

"Oh, I know he is," came Bella's smug reply, and he took a moment to look at her, to really see her. It dawned on him then what everyone else had already noticed. Gone was the uncertain duckling. Instead, she'd become a confident, graceful woman who was totally comfortable with herself. His heart would have stopped at her sheer beauty if it had been beating to begin with. He could only stare as she leaned down to kiss him again. After a moment Rose released him and he pulled himself out of her tight depths - a bit reluctantly, if he was honest with himself - and sat up, reaching for his pants. He couldn't help but feel a little proud as he noticed the eyes of every female in the vicinity gravitate towards his still-swollen cock.

"So when do I get a turn?" came Alice's petulant squeal, making him blink.

"Little slut," came Emmett's voice, full of fondness and teasing. "Screwing my brains out wasn't enough? I'm gonna have grass stains on my ass for a week!"

"Hell no, it's not enough. Seriously, this is Edward. We've all been waiting for him!" She laughed, the rest of them joining in, much to Edward's chagrin.

"So," came Jasper's soft voice, "I think it's about time to call Carlisle, don't you?" Edward was puzzled.

"Someone want to tell me exactly what the hell is going on here?" Everyone looked at everyone else, and after a moment of silence and mischievous grins Bella began to giggle.

"Esme's best birthday present ever. And you're going to be part of it." He wondered why he suddenly felt like a mouse in a roomful of cats.