A/N: I wanted to take a moment to address a discrepancy between the original one-shot and the full-length story. These things escaped my notice when I went to continue, and I apologize. However, as you know, I hadn't originally planned on continuing the story, so my changes became necessary once I decided to keep going. This change is integral to the "new" plot, and I'll point it out: Charlie is mentioned in the original story. The mention was small, but it was there. He was alive in the original, but he and Renee are deceased in the full-length. The original story has this line: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen, but my father did the laundry because I haven't been able to and all of my skirts shrank in the dryer. He didn't know that they need to air dry because they're wool…" We can pretend that Bella was only pulling that little lie out of her butt along with a fib about her father being alive. That's what I'm gonna choose to do:)

Now, that being said, I'd like to thank my beta Adrena and I hope you enjoy this chapter!:)

OH! And don't forget to nominate your favorite stories for the Bellies. They're open for nominations now. The Indie Awards will be open for voting on the 16th, I believe. I'll post links in my profile.

BPOV

I woke up with a pounding headache and the feeling that I was alone. I sat up and looked around, groggily noting the strong masculine influence on the bedroom. Edward's side of the bed was empty, but the sheets were rumpled and it gave me a shiver of delight to realize that I'd actually slept with him last night.

It miffed me that I didn't remember much about sleeping with him, except for the moment after he laid me down and crawled in behind me. As soon as his strong body wrapped around mine, I was out for the count. I sighed and resolved to lie awake all night next time so I could appropriately appreciate the experience of sleeping next to Edward Cullen.

I went to climb out of bed when I found a tray on the bedside table. It had a glass of orange juice, a plate of scrambled eggs, and some cantaloupe slices. Next to the food was a single yellow daisy with a note on top. I smiled as I reached out and picked it up.

I hope you slept well. -E

My heart gave a little flutter and I laughed at myself for being so silly. I kissed the note and laid it down before reaching for the food. Snuggling back into the fluffy pillows, I ate quickly and tried to listen for sounds of Edward.

That's when I heard the shower running in the bathroom just on the other side of the door. I perked my ears and heard what sounded like whistling. I grinned at the idea of stern Mr. Cullen whistling in the shower; I wanted to go see this for myself, but I was attacked by a sudden bout of nerves.

Should I go join him? Would he welcome the invasion of his privacy? Should I just stay here and wait for him to get out?

Oooh, maybe he'd come back wearing nothing but a towel, and he'd be all wet and fresh...I shuddered as the pleasant thought sent shivers of desire down my spine. I was suddenly seized by the desperate desire to see him in a towel.

Just then, the door leading to the bathroom from the master bedroom cracked open. Steam billowed out and I heard his whistling a little clearer through the gap. I was mesmerized. I sat up in the bed and inched my way out, careful not to make a sound. I didn't want to get caught eavesdropping on his shower, but the temptation was too great to ignore.

As I tiptoed closer to the door, the steam tickled my nose and I detected the undeniable scent of Edward; it was warm and sweet and spicy, all at the same time. I found myself in a daze, longing to get closer. I was just about to reach the door when I tripped over a pair of shoes. Looking down, I identified my heels from last night. I grimaced and hopped around as I grabbed my left foot, letting out a string of curse words; stubbing your toes hurts like a bitch.

"Bella? Are you up?" I heard Edward call.

I cursed again, this time under my breath. I reached up to smooth the tangles from my hair before searching wildly for something to put on. I found Edward's white button-up from yesterday slung over the back of a chair in the corner of his bedroom. I quickly pulled it on and did up the buttons. "Um, yeah, I'm up," I called back. I hesitantly stepped to the door and rapped my knuckles against it lightly. "May I come in?" I asked nervously.

"Of course," he said with what sounded like a laugh. I blushed and stepped into the moist air of the bathroom, feeling like a complete idiot.

I cast my eyes around the bathroom, looking for something to do. The shower was against the far wall and I was thankful I couldn't see Edward through the white curtain; I was too embarrassed right now to handle the sight of him naked and wet. "Umm...would you mind if I used your toothbrush?" I asked awkwardly in a raised voice so I could be heard over the running water.

"I don't mind at all," he replied, sounding cheerful.

I bit my lip and looked around on the counter, but I didn't see it. "Ahhh...where is it?" I asked.

"Oh, I usually brush my teeth in the shower. Saves water and all that. It's in here," he replied in an innocent tone.

I glared at the curtain. "You're kidding."

I heard him laugh. "Nope! But I guess if you want morning breath all day long..." he trailed off suggestively.

I groaned and stamped my foot before I recalled my stubbed toe. I hissed and let out a frustrated breath.

I guess I was going in.

Before I could think about it any longer, I hurriedly stripped off his shirt and crossed the bathroom to the shower. I pulled the curtain back a bit and peeked in to see Edward humming again as he shampooed his hair.

I took a deep fortifying breath and refused to look anywhere except his face. His eyes were closed, so that made it even easier. "Okay...where's the toothbrush?" I asked weakly.

He grinned and kept shampooing. "I told you, it's in here. You'll have to come in and get it yourself, because I can't get it for you right now. I'm all soapy."

I wanted to die. I was so lustful for this man that it terrified me, and I knew at this point he must be messing with me. I harrumphed and stepped into the shower, careful to stay as far away from his amazing body as possible. I turned and faced the wall, feeling extremely awkward and unsure about how to handle myself in this situation.

Of course I'd always imagined I'd be a sexy siren when it came time to have an actual sexual relationship with a man, but something about Edward was just too much for me to handle. We were on different playing fields, and it made me feel so helpless to my desire for him.

I sighed miserably. How was I ever going to hold my own with him?

A pair of large, masculine hands came up from behind and wrapped around my breasts. I was pulled back against a hard, wet body. I moaned as he nudged my head to the side and began nibbling on my neck. "Hmm, I could have sworn it was right here just a moment ago..." he whispered huskily into the skin of my neck.

I shivered. "Uhhhmm, what was just here?" I asked weakly.

He laughed seductively as the tip of his tongue swirled around in the shell of my ear. "My toothbrush," he replied.

I tried to swallow, but my muscles weren't cooperating. His hands were massaging my breasts, his callused thumbs rubbing deliciously over my hardened nipples. The hot steam wrapped around me and made it even harder for me to breathe.

Mmm...Speaking of harder, I felt Edward's erection rest along the line of my ass. His hands pulled me back against him as his hips arched into mine almost imperceptibly. I moaned and felt myself begin to get wet...and not just from the water.

His left hand left my breast to run down my side until he reached my hip. He stroked back up until he reached my breast to flick and pinch my nipple before his hand retreated once more to my hip. His fingers danced along my pelvic bone, pressing in certain spots and ghosting around others. I clenched my thighs together and rubbed them back and forth a bit, attempting to feel some pressure. Edward tsk'ed in my ear and briefly brought up his right hand to move my hair so it swung over my right shoulder. His teeth attacked my neck now, leaving a trail of electrifying bites along the tendons beneath my skin.

"Mmm, I've got you where I want you now," he rasped out. I'd never heard his voice so deep; it made me even wetter.

I tried to keep up. "What...what are you going to do with me now?" I asked in a quivering voice.

He laughed darkly and both his hands came down to my hips, pulling me back against his long, thick flesh. Both hands rubbed down over my bare flesh until they reached the juncture between my pelvis and thighs. He gripped my inner thighs and pulled them apart roughly. I got the idea and spread my legs apart, anticipating his next move.

But I was wrong. Instead of making all my dreams come true, I felt Edward pull his hands back. I heard something click open and then his hands returned, slick with soap. "I'm going to help you wash up," he said with a grin in his voice.

That bastard.

His soapy hands ran over my body, teasing me mercilessly for what felt like hours. Occasionally, his fingers would slide over my breasts, pinching the aching tips and swirling along the outside where they were most sensitive.

My hips began to arch and gyrate against him without my realizing it at first, but soon he was moving with me and I felt like I could explode from all the sexual tension filling the shower as thick as the steam.

He still didn't move to enter me, however. He simply kept up his ministrations, rubbing down my stomach and up along my back, pushing me forward until I rested my hands on the ledge of the tub. I could feel his hairy muscular thighs rubbing coarsely along the backsides of my own thighs; the sensation was incredibly erotic.

He bent over me and his hot breath ghosted along my spine as he ran his fingers over every dip and curve along my back. I began to shake with my need for him. His hands came down to wrap around my hips and then, just when I thought he would touch me where I wanted him most, he dropped them down to massage the soap along my thighs. The skin on my inner thighs was so sensitive; it gave me goose bumps and shivers of delight when his talented fingers brushed along the juncture leaving soap in their wake.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out in intense pleasure when his fingers finally brushed against my needy skin. His fingers stroked inside my lips and came up to swirl around my clit. I whimpered in my throat and silently urged him to give me more.

I needed more.

I rocked my hips back against him and I heard a moan rumble in his chest as he dipped and swirled his fingers around my drenched entrance. "Please," I whimpered, willingly pleading him to put me out of my misery.

He bent over me again and his mouth pressed against my ear. "What do you need, Bella?" he asked gruffly.

I whined. "I need...I need..." I couldn't spit it out; I was too far gone.

"You need this?" he asked as he gripped my hips and thrust into me in one long stroke.

I cried out and felt my walls clench around him in a desperate orgasm brought on by too much teasing. He pulled out and hummed. "Looks like someone was enjoying her shower a bit too much," he said teasingly.

I sobbed. "Please stop teasing me!" I cried.

I arched my back and attempted to find him again, but he evaded me. I moaned and he pushed into me again, bottoming out when he hit my cervix. I screamed as he pulled back and thrust again. His thigh muscles clenched behind mine and his hands slid up to my waist as he found a steady rhythm. His hips slammed against mine as I gripped the slippery ledge of the bathtub.

"Edward! Edward!" I yelled, feeling my body awash in incredible sensations.

"Yesssss!" he hissed as he pounded into me. I felt his balls slapping against my clit and it heightened the need for my second release even more.

The hot water rained down upon us as Edward's body filled mine again and again. I couldn't get my voice muscles to work anymore, so I simply resorted to animalistic sounds in my throat. My legs were quivering too much to hold me up anymore, so he wrapped his left arm around my hips and kept pumping away until I felt my muscles clenching around him again.

"I'm going to come!" I screamed. I tossed my head back as the orgasm pushed through me like a freight train, consuming me and leaving me wrecked.

Edward's release drew near and he growled as he began slamming into me rapidly. I made encouraging noises as he began twitching inside of me. I felt his orgasm as he called my name, and it made me moan. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed tiny circles around my clit, making me come a third time around his dick. "Holy shit!" I yelled as I milked him.

Edward grunted and pulled out of me once our bodies relaxed. He was careful to hold me up as I fought to regain strength in my legs. I felt emptied of all stress and tension in that moment; instead, I was filled with the incredible glow of relaxation.

He looked down at me and cupped my cheek gently before pulling my face up for a deep kiss. "That was...incredible," he said as he pulled away. I nodded and reached my arms around him, hugging him to me as I lay my head on his chest.

He turned us around and I felt the cooling water hit my back. I snuggled closer to his warm skin and felt myself drifting into extreme relaxation as he began massaging my scalp with shampoo. "Mmmmphhhh," was all I could say as his long fingers worked in my hair. When he was done, he walked us into the spray and I tilted my head back so the suds could wash down the drain.

"You look like a goddess under a waterfall," he said whimsically.

I laughed and peeked out of one eye. "You look like the Devil come to ravish me," I replied with a saucy grin.

He snickered and finished rinsing us off before he handed me a towel. I stepped out onto the bath mat and dried off as he shut off the water and opened the curtain. "Well, I feel refreshed," he said as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

I shook my head and smiled as I headed back to the counter. I saw myself in the mirror and cringed; I had black eye makeup smudged beneath my eyes and my eyes were bloodshot from my crying jag last night. I cupped my hand and huffed into it so I could test my morning breath, and I pulled a stink face. "Ew. I still need to brush my teeth. Any idea where your toothbrush is hiding?" I asked as my eyes met his in the mirror.

"Sure do," he said as he reached up and opened the medicine cabinet beside the mirror. My jaw dropped as he pulled out a blue toothbrush, along with a tube of toothpaste. He set it on the counter in front of me with a twinkle in his eye. "There ya go," he said with a big grin.

With that, he began whistling again as he sauntered out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

I stared down at the toothbrush and began shaking with laughter. What a dick!

As I began brushing my teeth, I saw him tug on the towel and toss it onto the bed. He stood naked in front of his dresser as he pulled out some underwear and clothes for the day. My eyes trailed down to his waist and I had the same thought, only much different.

What a dick.

After getting dressed and heading downstairs, I dug in my bag until I found my cell phone. I had two missed calls from Alice, one from Rosalie, and one from Esme, along with a plethora of text messages. I clicked through them and began laughing when I got to the ones from Alice, exclaiming her delight over finally hooking up with Jasper.

I watched Edward cleaning up the kitchen while I dialed Alice's number. When she picked up, I greeted her and Edward looked up at me. I put my finger over my mouth to indicate he should be quiet, and he nodded in understanding. Alice launched into her description of how "schmazing" Jasper was last night. I had no idea the word even existed, but according to Alice, it was a combination of "sexy, charming, and amazing."

"Oh my god, Bella! He's so amazing! I never had any idea how sexy he would be underneath those clothes..." she exclaimed.

I stopped her. "Wait, what? Did you already have sex with him?" I asked, aghast.

She snorted. "No, we just fooled around a little bit. Jeez! Give me some credit, here. I only saw his chest and we didn't do anything below the waist. I swear, mom."

I laughed and sighed. I would miss her so much when I moved. "So how does he feel?" I asked.

I heard her emit a little squeal. "He said he liked me too. Can you believe it? I'm totally in love!"

"Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," I cautioned as I peeked over at Edward. He was scrubbing the island down with a sponge and it made me blush to remember what we'd been doing there just last night.

Alice snorted dismissively. "Whatever, I just know Jasper's The One. I'm not going to mess it up this time," she said confidently.

I pondered how Alice could be so sure about a guy she'd barely known until last night. I mean, sure, Jasper was Rosalie's older brother, so we'd known of him. We'd been aware of him in that peripheral sense, but never quite knew him as a friend. He was more of a vague idea than a real person in my mind.

"Well, just be careful, okay?" I replied, hoping she would listen but knowing she probably wouldn't.

"Sure, sure," she replied distractedly. I heard her giggle and I strained my ears to figure out what was going on.

I heard a male voice in the background and identified it as Jasper's before Alice shushed him and came back on the line. "Bella, honey? I've gotta run. I just wanted to make sure you're okay today," she said with her trademark concern for my emotional and mental wellbeing.

"I'm fine, Alice. I've got some errands to run and then I'm going to pack tonight. You can come over with Rosalie and we can have a movie night. What d'you think of that?" I offered as I stared at Edward across the kitchen from where I was sitting.

She giggled again and I heard Jasper's laughing voice in the background. "Oh, yeah, totally. Let me just call Rose and we'll figure it out. I love you, bye!" she said cheerfully before hanging up.

I clicked the off button on my phone and looked back up at Edward. "Well, you have me for the whole day. What do you have in mind?" I asked with a shy smile.

Edward was leaning back against the counter top with his arms crossed over his chest, regarding me with his golden eyes. I swallowed nervously as they got even darker. "Hmm...Maybe we can have a movie day of our own?" he asked in that velvety seductive voice.

I nodded, completely mesmerized again. "Uh huh, sure," I answered brilliantly.

He grinned and pushed off the edge of the counter. "Okay, let me get my keys and we can go to the movie place and then grab some snacks at the store. How does that sound?"

I nodded and moved to grab my shoes before I remembered we weren't supposed to be seen together so soon. "Um, Edward?" I called.

He poked his head around the door. "Yes?"

I cringed before I reminded him, "We probably shouldn't go together, should we? I mean, so soon after graduation and all..." I trailed off, squirming uncomfortably.

He smacked his forehead. "I'm an idiot. Okay, well how about I go and you just make yourself comfortable here?"

My shoulders relaxed. "Okay, I can do that. I'll make us some lunch for when you get back."

He smiled and pushed his wallet into his pocket. He grabbed his keys and walked over to drop a kiss on my forehead. "I'll be back. What kind of movie candy do you like?" he asked.

"Hmm, I like Milk Duds," I told him.

He smiled and brushed a soft kiss on my lips. "Milk Duds it is, then. I'll be right back."

After he left, I walked into the kitchen and looked around. I avoided looking at the island in the middle of the kitchen, because it reminded me too much of last night and how I'd begged him to fuck me.

I groaned and blushed when I realized I'd have to open the refrigerator if I was going to make us both lunch. I steeled my shoulders and marched over to it, determined to go through with it before I saw the faint smudgy outline of my back on the shiny surface of the refrigerator door.

Oh. My. God. I snatched my hand back and turned around, making my way over to what looked to be the pantry instead. I opened it up and found some canned soup, along with some other things I could fix for lunch.

As soon as the soup was warming on the stove, I steeled my nerves and found some all-purpose cleaner beneath the kitchen sink. I attacked the smudge on the refrigerator with all my might, rubbing furiously until the surface sparkled with cleanliness.

Satisfied, I stowed the cleaner back beneath the sink and felt brave enough to open the fridge without a reminder of my wanton display of horniness staring me in the face. I pulled out a block of cheddar and set about slicing the cheese for grilled cheese sandwiches to go with the soup.

By the time Edward returned, the soup was warm and the sandwiches were nice and toasty. I set everything out on the counter and he set the plastic grocery bag next to me. I saw his eyes hit the fridge and I stiffened.

"Aw, you cleaned the mark off the refrigerator door. I was fond of that mark," he pouted.

I gaped at him. "You can't be serious."

He turned and winked at me. "I can be, and I am. It was like my own personal modernist piece of art, right there on my refrigerator. I think I would have called it 'Beautiful Bella's Body' or something equally full of alliteration."

My cheeks flamed as I handed him his plate. "You're crazy. Here's lunch. Do you want to eat in here or go out into the living room? Do you even eat in your living room?"

He looked at me like I was nuts. "Bella, I'm a guy. A bachelor eats wherever the hell he wants."

I grinned and decided to play along. "You mean, even in the bathtub?"

He looked scandalized. "You mean you've never had an ice cold beer in the bath?"

I shook my head and he realized what he'd just said. "I mean, of course you haven't, because you're not old enough to drink..." He trailed off awkwardly and I looked down at the plate in my hands.

"So, in the living room, then?" I said, changing the subject.

He nodded and I followed him out into the pristine living room. Whatever else he said about being a bachelor, I could still tell he kept his house extremely neat.

I wondered how he'd feel about me being a slob.

I pushed the thought aside as we set our food on the coffee table and Edward put the movie in. We sat back and ate while the previews ran through, and by the time the movie started, Edward pulled my feet up into his lap.

I tried to pull them away. "Don't, I'm ticklish," I warned.

He smiled and wrapped his strong hands around my bare foot. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

His strong fingers massaged my feet and ankles as I relaxed back into the couch and watched the movie. It was a new drama about a Catholic school teacher and I began to get lost in the story. I was completely engrossed until I heard my phone ring.

Edward paused the movie and I jumped up to grab my phone. Rosalie was calling, so I picked it up and said hello.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know we'll be there in, like, an hour," Rosalie said.

"Oh, okay, sure. See you then," I replied, disappointed I'd have to cut my time with Edward short. I thought I'd have more time.

I hung up and turned to see Edward watching me. "That was Rosalie. She and Alice are going to be at my house in an hour," I told him.

He nodded and sighed, turning off the movie. "Okay, I guess we'd better get you home, then."

I shuffled around, grabbing my things and refusing to look at him. Why did things have to be this way? Why couldn't I shout to the world how much I felt for this man?

Why did we have to hide?

Edward came over to me and lifted my chin with his finger. "Soon, Bella. Soon we can be together and admit it out loud without anybody wondering. You'll see how much better it is once we get to Brown."

I bit my lip. "But won't we have to hide there, too? You'll be a professor and I'll be a student again."

He leaned down to kiss me. "Brown is a much bigger school than Forks, and nobody is really all that interested in what goes on between two consenting adults. As long as I don't have you in any of my classes, I don't see how this will be a problem."

I felt slightly reassured, but my stomach still plummeted with regret as we made our way to his car and back to my house. I was growing so attached to him, and I didn't want to be apart from him for even a night.

"If I can get the girls to leave at a decent hour, would you be willing to come over tonight?" I asked hopefully, looking at him with my puppy dog eyes.

He looked unsure. "Don't you want to spend more time with your friends before you leave?"

I sighed. He was right, as usual. "Yeah, I guess I should," I said regretfully.

He put his hand over mine, squeezing it gently. "If they don't stay, I'll come over. I don't want you to get lonely."

I released my breath and smiled at him. "Thank you," I said quietly.

"Anytime," he replied with a gentle smile.

A/N: Okay, so now that the goods are out of the way, I want to give a few shout-outs:

Go read the stories I beta for. They're all wonderful and I love them. "Practicality" by silentnc, "The Night She Wore Black" and "Deconstructing the Swan" by maniacalmuse.

Go check out the new one shot I did, entitled "Bella Says Relax." It's a silly story set in the 80s meant to be fun and humorous. If you enjoy it, please let me know.

Love ya!- HIE