So Right, but So Wrong

Epic failure to update as promised. I blame too much alcohol at my Birthday celebrations last week. Mwah.

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Well, after Edward's mind-blowing kiss, how will Bella get through the next few days at school? How will their awkward relationship progress, if at all? Read on and see. Don't forget to use the little button at the bottom of the page to let me know what you think!

Thanks to SM for her wonderful characters. I like to bend them and pose them in suggestive positions, and Dollybigmomma makes the corresponding soundtrack. Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

Chapter 4

I overslept the next morning. I guess the real reason I didn't hear the alarm was because I had been awake most of the night, reliving our incredible kiss. I must have only dropped off to sleep near dawn. Even now, I could feel his lips on mine and his tongue exploring my mouth. God, it was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never wanted it to end. Breathing was overrated, and last night, I had found the need for it rather intrusive, too.

I had no time this morning for a coffee or a visit to the staff room. I was not late, but I was barely on time, as I made my way to my classroom. Some of the students were already there. Tanya Denali was once again draped over Edward's desk. She was touching his hair, and I wanted to rip her arm out of its socket. His head was down, and I could see the colour of his face from here.

"Tanya, go sit down and stop preying on Edward, please."

He looked up and stared me down, no sign of emotion on his face. Not even a small smile, thanking me for rescuing him.

We'd finished reading Wuthering Heights, so today I wanted to start exploring the text in more detail. The students' next assignment would be a real test, and they would have to use their literary skills to get a good grade.

At the end of the lesson, when I told them what I wanted them to do, there was a collective groan. This was pushing them farther than they had ever been pushed before, so I decided a little help might be required.

"Okay, on the board, I've written my email address, and you may use it at any time to ask for help. I've also set aside a couple of hours every Wednesday from three till five o'clock, when I'll be in my office to see any of you that believes a meeting or discussion will be of help. I've set the slots in fifteen minute blocks, so that should give us enough time to chat through your queries. I know that's only eight of you each week, but seeing as you're all doing so well, I'm hoping email queries will be more popular than one-on-one meetings. That's all, off you go. See you all tomorrow," I said dismissing them.

He did not talk to me, but I could feel his presence when he slowly walked by my desk. I held my breath, not daring to breathe in, in case he noticed. I would swear he chuckled quietly as he passed me.

I was a coward, and I locked myself in my classroom at lunchtime. I had marking to do, so I set about doing just that. I was not disturbed. My laptop was open, and I heard a quiet bing, letting me know a new email had arrived. It was a question about the assignment from one of my students. I was pleased they had actually taken notice. I responded eagerly and hoped my answer was sufficient.

My mobile buzzed in my jacket pocket. I got the feeling I knew who this would be.

You looked tired

Did you not get much sleep?

I didn't

I kept thinking about our kiss

Thank you for the rescue again

It's getting to be a habit. ~E

I knew I should not respond, and I pondered a while before I did. As I was typing out my text, another email popped up.

Please, Bella, don't ignore me.

It will make me do something in school you really don't want.

Just be normal in school, and I'll be okay. Please, for me. ~E

That little snot!

I wasn't ignoring you

I'm just slow at texting

I did not sleep at all

You know why

Please don't make this any harder

And don't threaten me, either. ~B

Lunchtime over, I got back to doing what I was being paid for. All throughout the afternoon, my email tone chimed, as my in-box filled up with questions and messages from my students. Edward replied to my text with a brief email.

I wasn't threatening you, Bella, just stating a fact. ~E

At home, I sat in the dark. If he came by, maybe he'd think I was not home and go away. Why I was acting so scared and hiding from him, I really didn't know. I did, though, really. I knew it was because it was the only way I would be able to resist him. One kiss…and yes, it had been a toe-curling, mind-blowing kiss…but I ached for more, and not only his kisses, but his hands all over me. God, what was I going to do?

I tried to act normal around him for the rest of the week. I failed miserably. I was nervous and jumpy, avoiding him like the plague. By Friday afternoon, I was a wreck. I was drained and bad-tempered, and my students were suffering the brunt of it. I apologised, telling them I had a headache. When my phone buzzed, my heart sank.

Are you okay?

Please don't hide from me

I need to see you

Over the weekend? ~E

At the end of school, I answered Edward's text, hating lying to him, but hoping it was for the best. I had tried to act normal around him, but I'd failed, his very presence sending me into sheer panic. Every time his scent hit me, all my girly bits responded, and the frenzy began all over again. When I looked into his lovely face, all I saw now were his lips on mine, kissing, devouring. I longed to feel them on me again, no matter how wrong I knew it was.

I'm not good but okay

Trying not to hide

Busy with my dad all weekend, sorry

See you next week at school. ~B

I bit hard on my lip as I pressed send. From my window, I saw his Volvo speed out of the car park. I guess he'd gotten my text.

Edward had been right; I did hide. I stayed at my dad's house all day and Saturday night. I had a couple of glasses of wine and used that as an excuse to stay over. Even dad seemed surprised. He had a day of fishing planned with Billy Black on Sunday, so I couldn't use him as an excuse to hide all weekend.

When dad set off, I pretended to potter about, getting my stuff together. I could stay here for a few more hours; surely Edward wouldn't come here to the Chief of Police's house in pursuit of his daughter.

Eventually, I did go back to my apartment. I needn't have worried, as I didn't hear from him. I was trying to convince myself that it was for the best, but I couldn't. I missed talking to him. I missed looking at him, and most of all, I missed kissing him. How could I miss kissing him after one kiss? I guess when that kiss was so very mind-blowing and breathtaking that it made any other I'd experienced pale in comparison, it made sense.

Marking done and emails replied to, I toyed with the idea of sending Edward an email, but I didn't. A question from Shannon Volturi about my fifteen-minute sessions being fully booked up already this week had me pulling my timetable forward. She was right; every single fifteen-minute slot had been taken. There were no names or initials added, just the word "booked" written in. Surely he wouldn't have done this? A tingle of anticipation went through me. Would he have really done this so he could spend some time with me? Could I let him do this on school premises? If it was Edward, I would have to think of a way to avoid him doing this in future weeks.

Why did it all have to be so hard? Why did I have to meet him now? Why not in six months, after he'd graduated, but before he left for university? Could I persuade him we had to wait to pursue a relationship? Did I want to wait? Yes, I did, but realistically, could I? Not a chance. We were too attracted to each other to wait. I knew I would spontaneously combust if I had to wait to touch him for six more months.

We both needed to talk this through rationally. We needed to do it without the worry of being seen. Maybe we needed to go into Port Angeles for the day, or even drive to Seattle. I was sure if all my appointments were Edward, we'd be able to sort something out. I, for one, could not go through another week like this.

Monday was grey and dank, a bit like my mood. I'd been sleeping better, I was sure because I'd resolved to face this head on and deal with it like the adult I was. I was still a wreck when he walked into my classroom later that day.

"Morning, Miss Swan," he said casually.

He'd never addressed me before, and a few of his classmates looked up in surprise. Tanya Denali almost fell off her chair when he smiled at her as he walked past.

"Good morning, Edward, and hello, everyone," I replied with a smile, keeping things professional but friendly.

Tanya Denali was distracted all the way through class, her eyes undressing Edward. She stared at him openly, and even I was embarrassed for her. Unlike usual, Edward just gave the occasional smile to no one in particular and ignored her. She obviously read something into his more open manner today and moved to a chair closer to his.

"Going somewhere, Tanya?" I asked drawing attention to the fact she had moved.

"Um, I was just moving here to get a better view...of the board, Miss Swan."

Yeah, right...better view indeed, but certainly not of the board.

"Back to your desk, young lady," I said shaking my head, "Now, please."

A couple of minutes before the end of the lesson, I addressed the class again.

"Okay, everyone, thanks for all your emails. I noticed my one-on-one time is all booked up this week, so I'm glad that's been a success. I'll open up a timetable for you all for next week, and I ask that if you have an appointment this week, you let someone else have a slot next week. Thank you."

I said this last part, looking directly as Edward. The smirk on his lovely face told me I was right. I'd have two hours on Wednesday afternoon alone in my office with him. I needed to make sure the black-out blind over the door window was working. God, could I really do this? I had to. I knew he'd create havoc if I cancelled.

By two o'clock on Wednesday, I was buzzing. I had checked Edward's timetable to make sure he was not missing any important lessons. He wasn't, as he had music practical for the last hour, and I was told he was left to his own devices, already being more proficient than the head of music in piano and guitar.

I'd been to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshened up a bit. After all, I had been in school since seven o'clock this morning, and I didn't want to feel sweaty and have coffee breath. I knew it was wrong, going out of the way to look nice for him, but I was a girl, and I wanted and needed to feel good.

The blackout blind worked just fine, as did the door lock. I made sure it was pulled down and covering every millimeter of the glass panel in the door. I could at least pretend our meeting was about homework, so I put out lots of leaflets on literature and had a copy of Wuthering Heights on my desk.

He knocked just after two o'clock, and I called out a casual, "Come in."

He did so, looking divine as usual. He actually had a small blush on his cheeks. I didn't know how he dared.

"Edward, take a seat, please," I gestured to either the chair in front of my desk or the small sofa along the door wall. He took the sofa and looked at me expectantly, raising his eyebrows when I didn't immediately join him.

"Later maybe, please don't push it, not yet," my eyes plead back to him to understand.

"So, Miss Swan, did you have a good weekend with your father?"

"I did, thank you. I didn't realise how much I'd miss being around him when I had a place of my own."

"I missed you, Bella. I just wanted to talk to you."

"I know, but it's hard, Edward, we shouldn't even be friends. I told you, I could lose my job."

"Did you miss me, Bella?" His question oozed confidence in already knowing my answer.

"Yes," I said simply. It was true, I had. Now I was the one blushing and looking at the floor.

"Finally, some progress, will you please come and sit next to me at least? I promise to be good." His teasing was lovely, and I decided I liked this Edward even more.

Reluctantly, I stood up and smoothed down my clothes. I walked slowly over to where he was sat. When he reached up to take my hand, I took a step back and warned him with my eyes. He held up his hands in mock surrender.

"No touching, Edward, not here. You promised a moment ago to be good."

"Hmm, it's harder than I thought. Can I just hold your hand? I think that'll do...for now at least."

I didn't stop him this time when he took my hand in his. It felt wonderful. His long and slender fingers drew patterns on my palm, and my knickers were instantly wet through.

"Bella, I mean it when I say it's never been like this for me before. God, I can't even speak to girls normally without going bright red, and I haven't come across one before that I wanted to talk to enough to even try. You've seen my reaction to Tanya Denali, she's been trying to get my attention like that for three years, and I still can't look her in the face. She repulses me. All the girls in my classes are loud and brash, money and social standing far too important for them to be worth a moment of my time. No one until you ever cared about the things I like, literature and music. I knew that first day, as soon as you gave out our assignment, that you were different. Someone I could relate to. Yes, I saw, too, that you're beautiful, your beauty going straight to my groin. I stayed hard all day just thinking about you, Bella. My shower at home has never had so much use."

His honesty shocked me. I knew today would be about opening up to each other, but for him to lay himself bare like this…

"I was drawn to your quiet demeanour, Edward. Your looks…well, you obviously know how they make girls react. But when I read your poem, you took my breath away. From that moment on, I knew I was in trouble. When you walked into the classroom after that, I was lost. I'm sorry I imposed on your music time, but it made me feel close to you. When Tanya tries to get your attention, I want to rip her arms off and beat her to death with them."

He laughed, seeming relieved almost by my honesty.

"What are we going to do, Bella? I can't stay away from you. I want to be with you. I want to shout it from the highest mountain. Please say you want it, too."

His sad eyes were pleading with me now. How could I resist him?

"I want you, too, Edward, but if anyone finds out, my career is over before it's even started, and I'm finished in this town, hell, in this country. I know you're eighteen, but with me being your teacher, it means nothing, trust me. It's against the law, and in the eyes of the law, you're my student, and I'll be breaking the law if I cross that boundary. Do you think we can see each other without it becoming more physical? Because from where I'm standing, the sexual tension coming off both of us says there's not a cat in hells' chance."

"What do we do, Bella?"

"Well, I was thinking…maybe in school, we can continue to be teacher and student. I'll try and relax a little more around you. If you promise to go back to being shy Edward and no more flirting, that is. Then on a night, you can discreetly come by my apartment after the library closes at eight. If you spend time in the library first, if anyone sees you hanging about or coming by my door, you'll be able to tell them you were going to the library. Then I thought at weekends, we could drive to either Port Angeles or Seattle and be more like ourselves. Be out in the open, like a normal couple…maybe go for a walk, or on a date. Hold hands, you know. How does that sound so far? Am I being reasonable enough for you?"

"Bella, I promise I'll do everything just as you want, especially here at school. I'll not book anymore appointments, unless you want me to. I'll behave and go back to being sulky Edward around you, if that's what you want. I'll come to your apartment a couple of times a week. We can talk, read, or whatever. I don't have a curfew, as my parents know I'm a responsible student. Some weekends away sound wonderful. Maybe later, when we're more established, we can stay over. If you don't mind, that is."

I wanted so badly to kiss him right now. We still had another hour left of our appointment, so I leaned closer and touched my lips to his gently. It was a small step, but I was glad it was me who'd made it. I think it helped Edward believe I meant all that I had said.

His hands came to the side of my face as he deepened the kiss. A small moan escaped from me, and I could not resist running my hands through his glorious hair. He pulled me into his lap, and the kiss turned hot and heavy, as our tongues, at first tentative, now tangled passionately. He nipped and sucked on my bottom lip, and I climaxed right there, fully clothed in my office. What a pushover I was. He was so good at this, he must have had experience. I knew my limited experience with Jacob had never gotten the responses from me that Edward could get with just a look.

Pulling back and gasping for breath, I said, "Wow, you really know how to kiss a girl. Edward, how much experience with this sort of thing have you had? Have you been with many girls? I'm sorry to ask, but I'm not very experienced, not at all, really, and you leave me standing. I'd really like to know."

He smirked. "I've had a few kisses over the years, usually drunken ones at parties. I've never kissed anyone like I kiss you, though. I've never made love before…yes, I've had a grope in the back of a car, again, in a drunken stupor, and I seem to remember being given a hand job by a girl from a visiting cheerleading team that night. That's it, Bella. I've never had anything that felt like this. With you, I just do what I feel, and what I feel seems to be right, doesn't it?"

"It does, Edward, it really does."

"How about you, Bella?"

"Well, I've had one boyfriend, Jacob Black, and we dated for about a year. He never made me feel like you do when you kiss me. Yes, he tried things on, but I wasn't ready, and I didn't want to have sex with him. I didn't want him like I want you. When I did finally agree to try, it ended in disaster. I cried and cried before he could even do anything, and he got frustrated and gave up. In the end, nothing happened, and we ended up breaking up, because deep down, I think he knew it wasn't happening for me.

"I think that's one of the main things that have surprised me about this thing with you. I only have to look at you, Edward, and I want you so much. Do you even realise I've had two orgasms now in your presence, both times fully clothed? The first was in my apartment last week. I don't know if you noticed, but I was taking you all in, all of you. Your hair, eyes, lips, and face are wonderful, but when I saw your hands and those fingers, I lost it, and I had orgasm number one. And just now, when we were kissing and you sucked on my bottom lip, it happened again."

I dared to look at him, and his eyes were full of emotion. They were also full of lust, and I could see he was torn between trying to stay in control, because that was what I had asked whilst we were at school, and letting go and taking what he desired the most.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman. My mother is already asking about how long I'm taking in the shower these days. I can hardly tell my mother that I need longer in the shower because I need to jack off to thoughts of my new teacher, now can I?"

"You do that thinking about me?" I asked incredulous.

"Yes, every day since I met you, sometimes more than once a day. In fact, after we'd kissed, I think I spent the whole night in there," he said with a small laugh.

Bolder now, he took my hand and pressed it to the huge bulge in his jeans. I gasped at the feel of him, long, rock hard, and ready for whatever might happen between us. I wanted to massage him, but I dare not, as it was too bold for me right now. I was about dying here as it was. My face was a deep pink.

"That's what you do to me, Bella. When I look at you, it happens, when I think about you, it happens. I want you so badly it actually hurts."

I pulled my hand away and asked, "Does it really hurt, it being like that?" I asked naively.

"Yes and no…god, how do I explain this right. It feels wonderful, but it aches like hell when I can do nothing about it. Being around you makes me ache, believe me, and my dick is no longer satisfied with my hand anymore. It wants you, only you."

He was kissing me before I could react, this time with more passion than our previous kisses. He pushed me back onto the sofa and crawled over me. Our bodies aligned, and I could feel his erection against my pubic bone. I found myself thrusting up into him, and I was mortified, but unable to stop at the sensations it was creating, too fucking good to stop. He moved with me, I think they called this dry humping these days, whatever the fuck that was. Quickly, I was sure I'd died and gone to heaven. I continued to kiss him so he remained quiet. I wanted to scream his name and moan out loud, but I knew there would be people about. God, he felt so good. When his lips moved to my neck, I convulsed under him. He laughed and ground into me a little harder. Seconds later, he made a grunting sound and nuzzled closer into my neck, biting and sucking me hard. If he'd left a mark, I'd kill him. No, I wouldn't, I'd love it.

He was still now, both our breathing starting to slow. He slowly sat back up and said, "God, Bella, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never meant to do that here. You just drive me insane, and I can't control myself around you anymore. Now you've made me orgasm fully clothed, too."

I looked down at his jeans and saw the large wet patch starting to appear.

"That's going to be awfully uncomfortable, Edward. I have tissues, but nothing else. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Bella, that was fucking amazing. Jerking off in the shower will never be enough now, not after this. Shit, it's almost four o'clock. I guess I'd better go. I'll see you at your place tonight after eight, okay?"

"Yeah, shall I cook us something for dinner?"

"You cook, too? How lucky can a guy get?" he said with a smile. "No need to cook for me; we always have a family dinner around half six if my dad's home by then, so I'll be good. Thanks anyway."

Positioning his school bag and coat in front of his wet patch, he headed towards the door. I was incredibly sad to see our time was over for now. We had achieved so much in these two hours, and I hoped we had created the basis of something with which we could move forward. We had also probably gotten a lot more than we'd bargained for.

He leaned down to drop a small kiss on my lips. A small hum escaped from my mouth as soon as our lips touched.

"Um, you might want to do something about that look, Bella," he motioned his arm over my head. "I don't think we'll escape unnoticed if you walk out of here looking like you've just been fucked to within an inch of your life. And, uh, you might want to cover your neck up a bit, sorry. I did tell you I got carried away."

"No, Edward, you haven't," I said mostly to myself as he opened the door and walked through it, closing it behind him laughing.

I rather liked this chapter…a bit naughty without anything too hot happening. What do you guys think? Should they get found out? Tanya maybe or Jane Clapp? No, she'd want to join in. LOL! Or should I let them play unnoticed for a while? Let me have your thoughts!