Criminal Behavior

Skanky Frankie

Rating: M

Notes: I'm not 100 in love with this chapter... But its all right. The next chapter will be amazing, just wait. Lots of drama : I really appreciate everyone's reviews! I just finished reading Blind, by Jayeliwood. Everyone should go and read it now! And also check out my new one-shot lemon, Trick or Treat. Drunk Bella is a fun Bella. Haha. Now, read on!

4

Edward smiled, pushing Bella in the front door of his house. They had sat together for a long while at the diner, talking about everything under the sun. He had enjoyed the time, studying her face and her mannerisms and her millions of expressions. He felt like he would never tire of watching the blush spread over her cheeks, the way her mouth curved when she grinned mischeviously. He relished in the simple touch of her hand on his own. Edward did not have the strength to try and deny that he was easily, quickly, falling very hard for Bella Swan.

"Your house is... nice," Bella said, and Edward could detect the surprise in her voice. He was not ignorant to the fact that most people that lived on the opposite end of Forks as Bella, a divider as cliched as the tracks, were not the wealthiest people in town. But the Cullen home was impossibly large, three stories with endless bedrooms and a sprawling yard.

"Thanks," he replied, pulling her up the creaky stairway. Everything was dark wood, plush carpets, and high windows that took in the woods that surrounded the house. His room was the first one at the top of the stairs. He was glad that he was a neat guy, with no underwear littering the floor, no Playboy's peeking out from beneath the bed. A medium size TV sat on the edge of his dresser, a DVD player balanced on top of it. The focal point of the room was his gigantic bed, big enough for a family of five to sprawl comfortably in. He watched Bella glance around, her face turning crimson when she realized that it was the only place to sit in the room.

"So, this is it," he replied. The crisp white walls seemed plain, whereas he had thought it was just simple before. He wished he had some focal interest on the walls, a window that looked over anything but the road. Edward furrowed his brow, watching Bella stand awkwardly as far away from the bed and him as she could.

"Which one do you want to watch first?" he asked, holding up the DVD boxes. They had picked Last of the Mohicans, one of his personal favorites, and The Breakfast Club, one of Bella's favorites.

She shrugged, and he was sure that she was practically hyperventilating. Edward chuckled, putting The Breakfast Club in. If Bella was going to be so insanely uncomfortable, he might as well put something on that made her slightly more at ease.

Edward flopped casually onto his bed, pushing the pillows up so that he could get comfortable. Bella bit her lip, glancing at him nervously through her eyelashes.

"I won't bite," he promised, patting the gold bedspread with his elegant, if not grease-stained, hands. Bella looked like she was debating on the inside, but finally dropped her purse to the floor and climbed onto the high bed. Grinning, Edward hit the play button on the remote, watching as Bella sat stiff as a board, as far away from him as she possibly could.

The movie began, and Edward realized that he would not be paying attention tp anything with Bella so close to him. Her scent was intoxicating. The room was dim, thanks to the blinds and the sunless sky outside. Her legs were stretched out, her toes pointing. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You can relax, you know," he mumbled, giving her a sidelong glance.

"I know," she snapped, glaring at him. He let his hand wander along the blanket, tracing the design. He let his fingers lightly trace over the back of her hand. He heard her inhale sharply, and felt the familiar stirring in his pants. He wondered if it was because she was so innocent - he had all but ravished her in the garage, but being in his bedroom seemed to leave her flustered - that made him so intensley horny around her. He wanted her, more than he had wanted any other woman. But it was something else, something deeper that tugged at his heart. He wanted to keep her safe, protected. He had never felt like that about anyone but Alice - but for Bella, the urge was stronger, deeper...

Her hand curled, palm up, and he traced the lines there. Her skin was like fire, burning him up. Edward wondered if he had ever gotten a stiffy just from touching a girls hand before. It seemed very unlikely.

"Edward," Bella mumbled, glancing up at him. Her brown eyes were nearly glowing.

"Yes?"

"Um, remember earlier..." She let her voice trail off, glancing at his lips.

"I remember a lot of things," he replied, smiling at her.

"Well, remember when we were at the shop..."

"What about it?"

She sighed in frustration, but snuggled up to his side. "You're really going to make me say this out loud?" Bella asked, her voice no longer so shy, but irritated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bella rolled her eyes, and Edward was about to go on when she launched herself at him. Her fingers twisted in his reddish-brown hair, her mouth smashed against his own. He growled, one hand cupping her cheek and the other finding her waist. Her lips were sweet against his, and he inhaled her sweet breath as her mouth opened to his, her tongue probing his insistantly.

"Bella," he groaned, trying to pull her on top of him. She moaned quietly, the sound better than anything he had ever heard in his whole existance. He settled her on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. He felt her fumble to pull the hem of her skirt down, and chuckled.

"Edward," she whispered sweetly, falling forward to push her face against his chest. Her lips kissed the hollow of his throat, and his hips bucked uncontrollably. His neck was so sensitive, and her little, innocent mouth pressing against the spot was too tempting. She gasped against his flesh, and he rolled her onto her back. He held himself above her, trying to keep from crushing her tiny frame.

His lips were on hers again, his fingers tracing up and down her arms. "You are so beautiful, Bella Swan," he whispered.

"Shut up," she grumbled, throwing back her head as he pressed searing kisses to her neck. Edward tugged on the elastic that held her hair back, letting them slide out of her pigtails. He tangled his hands in the silky locks, relishing in the feeling – he had wanted to do that for so long…

He buried his face in her neck, unable to get enough of her scent. His tongue traced her delicate earlobe, and she shuddered beneath him. Her every breath, every little noise she made was fueling the fire in his pants. He wanted to do so many things to her – many illegal things, considering her age. But she was making it so hard to remember why he shouldn't pull her leg up to wrap around his waist, why he shouldn't rip the tempting little dress off of her body. She was pulling his hair, her breath hot against his ear.

"Edward," she moaned. Her voice was husky.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Um… I'm a virgin." He could feel new heat creep up her neck, hot against his cheek. He sighed, stilling against her body. He hadn't realized it but her legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hips were tight against her core. That was why he was moving so frantically, he was grinding himself on her. He pulled away, rolling onto his back, panting. He threw an arm over his face, trying to calm down. Bella's sweet smell was in his nose, making it so terribly hard to resist.

"Sorry," Bella grumbled, and Edward glanced sideways to catch her burying her face in one of his pillows. Her skin was flushed, and she was breathing hard as well. Her dark locks fanned over her bare shoulders, and Edward pushed them out of her face.

"Its fine," he said, smiling at her. He was amazed always at her beauty, and he sucked in a breath at her then. Edward could easily get used to having her in his bed.

"I didn't mean that we had to stop," Bella mumbled, her cheeks crimson.

"Bella," Edward said, tracing her cheek gently. "I would very much enjoy taking your virginity… But I think we should probably go on a few more dates before we go there."

"Like… boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?" Bella asked, her lips twitching.

"I would like that," he whispered.

Bella bit her lip, smiling shyly. "Me too," she replied, snuggling closer to his side. He wrapped an arm around her, and she put her head on his chest for a pillow. They breathed in unison, and Edward grinned happily. It had been a long time since he had a girl in his bed – and never one that he had felt so strongly for. In such a short amount of time, the week that they had been working together in his family's shop, his heart had been pulled to her. Thinking of finding out everything about her made him intrigued.

It wasn't long before he felt her breathing even out, become deep, and realized she was sleeping. He tightened his arms around her, feeling warm and content. It had been a long time since he had ever felt so comfortable.

Bella startled awake at the sound of pounding. For a moment, she glanced groggily around the room, and it took a moment to realize that she was in Edward's bedroom, in Edward's arms. She sighed, settling back into his arms, until the beating on the door began again.

She started to sit up, but Edward's arms tightened like an iron vice around her, holding her to his chest.

"Whoever it is will stop," he replied, his voice thick with sleep.

"What time is it?" she whispered, pressing a quick, impulsive kiss to the side of his neck.

"Don't start," he warned, and she giggled. Propping herself onto an elbow, she took in his face. The handsome features were so irresistible – like a Roman sculpture, only better because it was flesh and bone rather than marble. His eyelashes were dark against his cheeks, and his lips were so soft and full looking. "It's probably Alice, ready to go to the party…"

"Oh," Bella said, frowning. She had forgotten all about it, with the hot little event that had happened before. Just thinking of Edward on top of her was enough to want to crawl on top of him again… "Shouldn't we get going, then?"

"You really want to get up?" he asked, frowning.

"Well… we could go to the party now," Bella said. The idea of showing off her new kind-of boyfriend, who was amazingly gorgeous and sure to make Jessica jealous sounded like fun. Especially if she got to keep sneaking little kisses all night.

"Oh," Edward said, sitting up eagerly. "Did you want to freshen up or anything?"

Bella blushed. She must look a mess – she could feel how wild her hair was, and after sleeping for so long her breath was probably bad as well. "Yeah, which way is the bathroom?"

"Follow me," Edward said, taking her small hand in his own. He pulled her off the bed, pulling open the door right as Alice was about to pound on it again. He caught her fist before she could punch him in the head. "Excuse me," he said, glaring at the petite girl.

"It's almost ten! What have you been doing in there forever? I've been trying to get you out since nine, and we need to get to the party before everyone is drunk because it's not as fun when everyone is all shitfaced," Alice rambled, her words pushed so close together that Bella could hardly tell that she was speaking English. "So, come on now!"

"We need a beauty moment," Edward said, tugging Bella past his younger sister and down the hall. He pushed her into the bathroom, winking at her before closing the door.

Sighing, Bella ran her fingers through her dark hair, trying to tame it. She splashed some cold water onto her face, and took a few deep breaths. She wished momentarily that she had some clothes to change into, but decided not to worry about it. Without glancing in the mirror again, she breezed out of the small bathroom. Alice was waiting for her, holding the blue sweater she had been wearing earlier.

"Seriously, we need to go," she said, but was grinning. "I don't know how you did it, I can't get Edward out of the house to go to the movies, let alone a party."

Bella smiled. "Is he really a homebody?" She could imagine many evenings stretched comfortably in his bed, warm and pressed against him. It made butterflies erupt in her belly.

"He's a hermit. All he does is work on cars and work at Aro's and play piano. You would think that he never heard of a mall, or dating, or humans…" Alice rolled her eyes.

"That's so… sweet," Bella said. It sounded a lot like her, before she had come to Forks. She always enjoyed silence and solitude.

"Ugh," Alice said. "I thought you were one of the popular girls? Doesn't that require some sort of social life?"

"Well… yes." Bella sighed. She knew that she would be getting hell from Jessica for showing up after telling her that she was grounded. And she also knew that showing up with an older, gorgeous guy was going to push her buttons as well. But as she spotted Edward standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing dark jeans and a gray V-neck sweater that hugged the muscles in his arms and chest, making Bella suck in her breath, she realized that it wouldn't matter. Not with him with her.

It was criminal, the fire he ignited in her veins.

"Ready?" he asked, taking her hand again. It sent electric thrills through her fingertips, up her palm. She smiled, and he handed her the Chanel purse.

"Yes. For an hour," Alice replied, clearly annoyed.

Jasper was waiting for the outside, leaning against Edward's shiny Volvo. He looked nice in khaki's and a Navy sweater, his blonde hair wild.

"Sorry," Edward said, grinning crookedly. Jasper shrugged, and pulled open the door. Alice climbed in, tucking the hem of her dark skirt under her legs as she sat down.

Edward pulled out of the drive way once they were all fastened in, the rock blasting from his speakers. They pulled out onto the main road, dust blowing up wildly behind him. Bella had never realized it, but Edward drove frighteningly fast. Her eyes bulged when she realized that he was going well over eighty.

"Slow down!" she cried, panicked.

"Don't worry about him," Alice said lazily from the back seat. "He always drives like this…"

"Like a maniac?" Bella shrieked, and Edward chuckled before slowing down a little bit.

"Better?" he asked, giving her that familiar crooked grin.

Bella shuddered, turning to gaze out the window. The trees whipped by, and it was making her feel anxious to be riding in the passenger seat. She wondered if Charlie realized he had such reckless driver's in town. If he did, he never would have let her ride with him.

Quickly, they reached Mike Newton's big house. There were cars parked on the lawn, and fairy-lights were strung everywhere. It seemed like every kid from Forks High was there, and there was loud rap music blasting from somewhere in the house. Bella could feel the bass in her chest already. Alice was already beginning to jump out of the car before Edward could even park, but once he did, she ripped open Bella's door and yanked her out.

"Let's get out party on!" she cried. Without any way of anchoring herself, Bella let herself be lead into the brightly lit house, where all of her friends and peers were drinking, dancing, playing quarters. Bella glanced over her shoulder, her eyes seeking out Edward's emerald green ones. He smiled reassuringly, and she sighed with relief. If he was around, nothing bad could happen. He wouldn't let it.

A/N: So things are getting pretty hot and heavy… It's such a struggle, because I just want him to rip her clothes off… Anyway, I'm posting this in the parking lot of my work : I hate not having internet at my house. I also hate work. Hopefully I'll have Chappie 5 up tomorrow before I go in!