Author's Note: Okay, I can post tomorrow night but then I'm away for the weekend and won't be able to post again until Sunday night...sorry! I'll make tomorrow's extra long, if that's any compensation. And extra lemony, if you want? And wow I've already gotten over 20 reviews for the firft few chapters, and in three days! Thank you so much if you've reviewed, it really inspires me to write! And after the good response I got for Edward's perspective, I'm going to write more chapter's from his point of view too! I apologize again for any spelling mistakes, I hate WordPad!!!

Chapter 4 - Skin

She was hunched over her books on the floor, her brow creased in irritation, her hand flying furiously across the page in front of her.

I heard her sigh again and she rubbed one of her eyes with the back of her hand. She was tired, I could tell. And I wasn't supposed to be touching her, but I couldn't help it.

Her hair was still as soft as it had been today. It smelled even better because I could bury my head in it now, the floral scent making me weak for want of her.

"Edward!" Her head snapped around to me, yanking her hair out of my hands and glaring at me before returning to her homework, scattered all over the floor. Mine was already finished and in a neat pile by her window.

I was momentarily hurt by her sharp reaction. Stunned, a bit. She rarely lost her temper with me.

"Sorry" I whispered and she turned around at the tone in my voice. Her brow was creased in worry this time.

"Oh, Edward, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." She crawled over to where I was laying, and settled herself beside me. "I'm just so...stressed. And tired. And I still have fucking history to do."

I smiled at her temper and kissed her perfect forehead, her skin smooth and deliciously warm beneath my lips.

"You know I could help you with that. I am a bit of an expert there." Normally, she never lets me do her homework, even though I could do it in her own handwriting so much faster than she could.

She hesitated. For just a moment. I seized my opportunity.

"Bella, just today. I won't try to do it everyday, I promise. Please." I kissed her again, feeling slightly guilty. She never held out long when I kissed her like that. Was I so selfish that I was asking her to put me before her work? Yes. I felt guilty, but she was so tired...I could see dark rings forming beneath her eyes. I can't bear seeing her like this. She needs to relax, and get some sleep.

I pulled away from her slightly, staying close enough so that our noses were still touching, and whispered again, "Please."

She groaned and then rolled away from me. "Fine. Just tonight. I can't be bothered anyway."

She got up from the floor and went to get changed into her pyjamas, and I pulled her history homework towards me.

Second World War - easy. I was there.

I had it finished and her books stowed away in her bag again before she came back into the room. I saw her visibly relax when she saw her homework done, everything taken care of.

It was getting late. Bella lay down on top of her bedcovers and I automatically went to join her.

We lay side by side, looking at each other, hands linked in between us for a while. I watched her face slowly relax, her muscles loosen, the tension draining out of her, and felt relief. I hated to see her suffer.

"Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Your skin sort of glows in the moonlight too. It doesn't sparkle, I mean, like in the sun...it just glows." She always said the strangest things sometimes.

I smiled and kissed her, and when I pulled back, she was glowing too.

Something about moonlight. Her skin seemed luminescent, calling to me to touch it, stroke it.

I reached out and ran my fingers slowly along her cheek and she sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing into her pillows. Gently, I stroked her neck, her shoulders...

She was only wearing small, summer pyjamas. It was a strangely hot night, not that that meant all that much to me. Except for the fact that it had Bella in tiny clothes.

I could see her long, white legs stretched out beside mine. And I couldn't help myself. I moved swiftly down to the other end of her bed and pressed my lips to her legs. She opened her eyes in surprise, but then closed her eyes again and smiled which I took to mean it was okay.

I kiss my way up her ankle, caressing her smooth calves with my hands as I went. They were so soft...so warm. When I reached her thighs I looked up to check it this was still okay. She was looking at me now, her eyes following my every move. I kiss my way up to the bottoms of her shorts, her skin warming my lips. Looking at her perfect legs, I allowed myself to imagine them wrapped around me, holding me to her...

I deliberately moved from her legs to her stomach, pretending to ignore her sigh of dissapointment as I didn't touch her pyjamam bottoms.

Not tonight.

I wanted her as my wife first. Just the thought of that made me smile again, and I kissed her midriff with more enthusiasm. She closed her eyes again, and I continued my worship of her perfect body. My hands pushed back her top slightly, and I laid my palms again her flat stomach. The heat felt so nice...I could have left them there forever. But I replaced them with my lips and kissed my way around her stomach. I swirled my tongue in her belly button and her hands suddenly gripped my hair, and I knew without even looking that she'd opened her eyes. I heard her heart speed up and smiled.

I was aching with desire for her. It was so hard to stop myself right now, to remember why I shouldn't let her wrap me in her warm embrace, between her perfect legs...I want her to marry me, I want her to marry me. It was the only thing that kept me from giving in to her, and I held that thought close to me as I slid my fingers beneath her shirt again, already pushed up to her ribs.

I don't know why I was doing this. I only knew that I didn't have the willpower to completely abstain from her.

She looked at me questioningly as my hands waited, holding onto her top.

"I just want to look at you." I felt almost ashamed to say it, to let her know that I was this weak. That I couldn't completely stick to my word, hold back from her until she'd marry me. Her hold on me was still too powerful.

Smiling, she placed her hands on top of mine and pulled the shirt over her head.

If I'd been human I might have gasped. She was so...breathtakingly...beautiful. Her skin was glowing again, exerting its siren call. I couldn't resist.

My hands slid up to her breasts again. The third time now - I was weak. But there was no way I could have not touched her. Now that I could see them, I felt even weaker. With want.

She was perfect. Small, but full. And warm in my hands. I almost groaned and kissed her to keep from doing so, desperate for her not to see how close I was to giving in. She kissed back eagerly, her hands still in my hair, her lips pushing insistently, her tongue doing wonderful, wonderful things to mine.

I loved her so much, I thought I would burst with it.

I couldn't stand this anymore.

Pulling away, I was surprised to find my breathing uneven. I don't even need to, and yet she could make me gasp for air. I felt like I was about to explode.

"Marry me Bella." I pressed my lips urgently against hers, then her forehead, her cheek, her neck..."Please, I love you so much"...her shoulder, the hollow in her throat, her breast...

"Marry me."