Warning: This is the story of Bella and Edward's "first sleepover" via And there She Is. It has almost no plot signifigance but a lemon. If this doesn't appeal to you, you can skip to the bottom for two possibly-probably important sentences.

Enjoy

-Bookworm1027

Into the Night

I hear a thud in the distance, though I can't be bothered to see from where. I can't be bothered to remember anything right now, honestly.

My mind is too full. To used. Each and every one of my senses is being over powered—theiry're being taken off into some far distant land of perfection that I am just now reaching past the border of.

My smell is absorded in the fragrance of Bella's wrist as it is so close to me. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, pulling both of us to close together it's as if we're our own bubble of heat and pulsing. No one can't enter our circle—hell, I'm about to throw down a flag pole and give our bubble a national song at this rate. She smells as perfect as she always does; sweet and rich, fruit smothered in choclate and cream.

My hearing is long gone in the sound of Bella's breathes and sighs that leave her. Occasionally she'll let out a moan and I have to pause because it sends a shock of disire so strong through me that I have to resist lifting Bella up and wrapping her legs up around my back so I can pound into her. She really needs to stop being so damn tempting because I don't know how much longer I can control myself. She's too much for me. Too much and yet not enough. I keep wanting more; needing it. Needing it more than air.

I feel nothing but her—the feeling of her smooth, wet lips gliding against mine. The feel of her her slim hips in my hands as she pushing her body towards me, back arching against the wall behind her. Her hands keep traveling over my landscape, tugging at my hair and clawing at my covered skin. I love her like this, wild and uncontroled. I love knowing that Bella is just as into this as I am—just as desperate as I am.

My left hand is postioned above Bella's head on the wall behind her, my other wrapped tightly on her hip. I am pulling her so close to me, able to feel the heat as her hands trace down my arms. I shiever at her touch, pulling away just long enough to allow oxygen into both our tired sets of lungs. She's gasping as I moved my lips downwards, kissing and licking and practically lapping at her collarbone like a dog.

"Oh, God Edward…"I grin against Bella's skin, my ego growing. I'm so ridiculously proud of myself for making Bella moan in pleasure—for being able to show her how she makes me feel with every damn touch.

As if she were reading my fucking mind, Bella pushes her hips forward in a rough lunge towards mine. I growl against her skin from the friction, my mind emptying momentarily with sheer bliss.

"Bella…" I say slowly, my warning coming out more like a plea. I was begging for her to keep moving, to keep clawing and moaning and tugging. I was warning her to stop. Stop before I lost all control. Stop before she regretted everything.

We've only had three dates. Three wondeful nights in an amazing two weeks. I knew this was too soon. Bella meant more to me than just one night of sex—even if it was a fan-fucking-tastic as this. If this happened now and she regrets it then I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Bella is too special to screw this up.

So I pull away. It is almost as difficult to do now as it was that first day in the book store. Her smell is just as tempting as before, but now it's mixed with the heavenly perfume of her arousal. She's panting as her body slides down the wall, my arms only leaving her waist once she is balanced. I moved my hands onto the wall behind her, leaning almost all of my weight there because all of the muscles in my legs has completely disappeared. Bella reaches upwards slowly to grip my biseps with her small, adorably feminine hands. I shiever ridgedly as the satin of her creamy skin overwhelming my already tightened nerves. I close my eyes against the onslot of pleasure to her simple touch. Slowly-wonderfully, horribly, fantasticly slowly-her touch climbs higher on my body, her fingers twisting into my hair. She tugges on the ends gently, trying to bring me dowards again.

"What?"

Her voice is half whine, half graon. And yeah...that goes straight to my over excited nether regions.

I force words out of my throat, puposly keeping my gaze of her coffe colored eyes. I know that if I look anywhere else, if I let my eyes drop even just a little lower I'll forget about doing this the right way, and just see her flushed skin and her chest moving with rapid pants...

Jesus.

"I want better for you, Bella. I wanted...christ, I just...you mean more to me than sex. I don't...I don't want to drive you away, or go too fast."

Bella's hands slowly drift back up my arms and stop to frame my face with her small fingers. Her eyes shout at me. Shouting with kindness and passion and want.

And with amusment. Huh. Here I was trying to be honest and do right by her and she was holding back her laughter.

Go figure.

"Don't you think I want that too?" she whispers, one side of her mouth curling up. "Gracious Edward," she swears, leaning her head to rest softly on my chest. "Just because a relationship involves sex doesn't make it all about sex." She pauses for a moment and then looks up at me, curious and also slightly nervous. "You do want to have sex with me don't you? I mean, it seems like you want to, but if you don't I would understand, but you do, right? I want to, in case you don't know. I really want to, actually. Alot. Not that I'm some sort of s-"

I shut her mouth up with mine because a)she's talking much too much, and saying things that make me want to kiss her and touch her and never, ever stop. b)I normally want to kiss her, so there ya go. What a convient excuse!

"I want to," I say when I finally free her mouth. We're standing closer now, pressed together again. I feel Bella's shudders wrack through both of our bodies and I lean down to place an open mouthed kiss to curve of her neck. I inhale her fantastic, glorious Bella-ness and she's good enough to so snort like cocaine, so I do so gladly. "But only if you promise me something," I murmer as I bend awkwardly at the knees, licking overtop of her collarbone.

"Anything," she whimpers. I inhale sharply against because jesus, she whimpered.

"Tell me..." you love me, you want me too, you'll always want me..."this won't change anything. Tell that when we wake up tomorrow it won't be strange, or awakward. That this," I grab her hips in my hands, pulling her delicate form to mine, "won't be any different tomorrow."

She looks up at me and stares. I can't look away from her eyes this time, because thier shouting again. Never, they say. This wlll never change.

I don't need to hear her say anything, or to promise me out loud, but she does anyway.

"Tomorrow will be just as perfect as today. I promise."

Well. Alright then.

I move downwards slowly this time, savoring the darkening of her chocolate orbs. I don't rush into this kiss, instead letting it build on its own. She tastes divine, and I drink my fill of her, all the while pulling her off the wall and directing her towards the bedroom. I'm suddenly feeling incredibly gratful that we came to my house this time, because Bella has a roomate who've I've already met and I 'm postive Alice would probably be standing on the sidlines right now if she were here, cheering us on. As much as I would appreciate the support, I really don't want an audience right now. I just want Bella. Just Bella and me.

In the next few minutes we gradually move from soft-and-sweet-making-love-all-night kisses to please-dear-God-fuck-me-up-against-the-wall kisses and it makes me quiver and moan, but I don't feel the least bit ashamed because Bella's right there with me. With every hair pull and lip bite shes always directly behind me, pulling and grunting just as furiously. We eventually mange to move our intertwined bodies off my living room wall and find my bedroom. In a flash of pale skin and deep, mahogany hair Bella is lying underneath me, rotating her hips upwards and into mine witha deliscous sort of toture. As Bella gives a surpsingly srtong jolt upwards that leaves me panting and thrusting downwards, she pushes on my shoulder. As the barely thinking, grunting mess I am I easly rolled over allowing Bella's soft, slim form to straddle my hips. Her dark eyes blazed into mine, and, without the slightest hint of hesitation or shyness, Bella lifts her dress up, throwing the entire thing off her body in one swoop. Exposed to me, Bella is wearing only a set of blood red linguire that is composed of pure leace, leaving her snow-white skin glowing around me.

Shit!

With a motion so fast I startle myself, I launch upward, my mouth landing on Bella's taunt covered peaks.

"Ahh!" she cries out at the movment, her hands gripping my hair as if they'll anchor her to this world. Her narrow hips begin rocking relentlessly against mine in searing, repeative motions. Eventually my licking turns to sucking and finally to careful, teeth covered nibbling. Bella seems to to love this and her rocking becomes faster and rougher. Her moans turn into soft cries and chants of my name. My lips shift upward, bitting and sucking delierously at her throat.

Bella's small hands cover my cheeks, pulling my gaze up to meet her. "Edward," she pants, her face flushed and hips never stopping. "I...I'm so...you need...I'm not gonna..."

I nod in europhoirc understanding. "Let go," I whisper into her ear. "For me, Bella. Please." I whimper.

And then, even through the layers of her languire and my dark, now damp jeans, she climaxs above me.

I watch, tranfixed as her mouth opens in a slient scream her eyes clenching shut tightly. The rocking of her hips begins to speed up in sharp, erradic movements and then fades to slow down and finally stop, leaving her panting and pulsing against me.

She rolls to the side, flopping beside me on the bed as her body quakes roughly. "Dear God, Edward..." she half-gaps, half-laughs. "That was..." her voice trails off. "Wow. If that was with clothing I've got bad news for you." A grin spreads across her exhasted face. "I'm expecting alot." She laughs again and, as much as I wish I could too, I'm in no laughing mood.

She rolls to her side, and I resist the urge to move my hand, to touch my now rock solid erection with my own hand. I'm so ridiculously on edge that just one touch of her skin, or only kiss of her lips and I'll be done.

"Thank you, Edward." Bella murmered as she leaned down to press her lips to my neck. I clenched my fist into the sheets beside me. Her small, tantilizing evil fingers reach out to trace along my thighs. I gasp deeply, scooting away from her. Her eyes flash in confusion and then, horribly, rejection.

"You can't, Bella" I tell her though clenched eyes and teeth. "I'm so on edge right now I just...you can't."

I feel a set of teeth reach out to trace along my earlobe as a soft body travels the lenght of mine. I moan out a low growl. "Let me help you, Edward."

I nod because I can't help but do anything, or everything she says.

Bella's fingers quickly undo the bottons on my jeans and I lift my hips, unable to stop myself from letting her control me complety. As soon as I feel cool air ghost over my naked hips I almost choke, feeling the instantious relief.

I am a wrethering, grunting, gasping mess on the bed, my hips shaking with the efforts to stay still. I refuse to open my eyes, in fear of what Bella will look like. Will she be digusted by me, or will she be unimpressed?

Suddenly, with shocking amounts of calmsness, Bella's small, delicate hand reaches out to trace along my lenth. I gaps, full and throaty once more. Then, jsut as abrupty as her finger had touched me, they left.

I open my eyes and look down, concerned, only in time to see Bella slip her tight, delious mouth around me.

Fuck!

I cried out, unhinged as just a few passes of her wet and tricky tougne over my head and squeezes and pulls of her mouth had me grunting and thrusting and calling out her name as I came, and came, and came to the world.

"Thank you, Bella," I whisper as soon as I'm able, opening my eyes to find that she is ver close to my, lying next to my, propped up on her elbow.

"My pleasure," Bella says easily, laying back down besie me, her arms lying strechted above her head. I swallow, somwhat nervously, but mostly exidted, and roll over to hold my body abover hers. "Stay tonight?" I whisper, my nose tracing the length of her jaw.

Bella's fingers take hold of my hair as she pulls me in for a searing kiss. "Of course," she says when we can breath. With a sultery grin, she hooks a shaply leg around my hip. "Did you think I was done with you yet?"

I grin and kiss her jaw, her neck, and travel dowards, kissing along the first peaks of her cleavage. "Then," I tell her, reaching behind to unstrape her bra and nuzzling what is revealed to me. "I guess it's my turn."

My mouth lowers, my tounge darting in to trace around her belly button, and she giggles lightly at the sensation. As my mouth is traveling the distance of her hip bone, I am rewarded with a long and slow moan of pleasure. "I thought it was your turn?" Bella asks me, her eyes shutting.

I grin, though she can't see it. "It is."

It's later that night, as I am spooning Bella's sweaty and naked body from behind, when I get the courage to finally whisper "I love you. "

And just before I let sleep overtake my throughly worked self, I can swear I hear "I love you too."