3. Flashing

I smiled, hiding my sadness, the lingering emotion from the reflections at Jake. Now I had gotten over, moderately, Edward's presence, the feeling returned to the forefront of my mind.

"It was okay."

"Did you have fun shopping?" Edward asked.

I had accidentally told Edward about me trying to find Jake an imprint. Well, kind of accidentally. Edward always looked really sad when I left him for a day to hang out with Jacob. After the first few days of pouting, of kissing to try and change my mind, and then all but begging for me to stay with him, I had told Edward of why I was hanging out with Jake.

Edward seemed a little happier after that. He still tried to subtly convince me to stay with him, but refrained from begging, or kissing me to near unconsciousness.

"No, we didn't actually go shopping. Jake was really tired, I made him sleep." I smiled slightly at the memory, and then frowned at memory of the source of his lethargy. "He's been running extra patrols; Sam doesn't trust you Cullens to hold up your end of patrolling."

Edward's eyes rose. "Really, that sounds remarkably like our own families situation."

I groaned. "I swear, you are both so... species-ist."

I knew Edward was raising an eyebrow, I could hear it in his voice, as well as the amused smirk that had to be at the edges of his mouth. It made me want to turn my head, to look at it, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on the road, off the absurdly beautiful vampire at my side. "Species-ist?" he asked.

"Yes," I sad stubbornly, "you are both so species-ist, degrading people because of their species. It is very silly, and stupid, just like racism." I ignored the quiet chuckles from the passenger seat. "You need to put aside your differences and learn to work together. You'd do much better if you did."

"I'll talk to Carlisle about it," Edward promised, his voice no longer amused.

"Or, you could talk to someone who could make more difference, like, I don't know, one of the wolves?"

Edward sighed in reply. I saw in my peripheral that he was pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a few minutes before he spoke again, and we were already at my house. "I'll still talk to Carlisle. I don't make decisions on behalf of my coven, Bella."

I nodded, seeing the sense in his words. I guess it was hard to think Edward wasn't important in his coven, though I knew he wasn't the leader. It's just his decisions seemed to have so much more impact than most of his other siblings, excluding, sometimes Alice.

"Okay, but puts lots of stress on it for me."

He nodded, and suddenly his expression brightened. "I'll see you when Charlie goes to sleep."

I grinned at him. "See you then!"

888

I was lying in my bed, showered, fed, teeth cleaned, but feeling no hint of lethargy from the nightly rituals. Maybe it was from the extreme inactivity of the day, maybe from the fact I was waiting for my vampire.

Alice and I, to keep up pretences, did actually have to buy things on our 'shopping' trips. Tonight, I was wearing one of those resulting purchases, anxiously waiting to see their affect.

Yes, I was wearing a gorilla suit. Of course I was wearing new lingerie, what else would I be hoping to see Edward's reaction for?

I wore a long white shift over the top of the clothing, a detail Alice had loved to make just as much as the actual underwear.

Alice had watched Vampires Suck as soon as she had seen New Moon. She had loved it, the scene this outfit related to particularly. I had a feeling she had ordered this clothing the day after she had seen the film, though from where I both didn't and didn't want to know.

Yes, I was wearing the flashing lingerie Becca had worn. At first I had laughed and out rightly refused when Alice suggested I wear her order. Soon though, the humour of the situation started to appeal to me, even more than the reaction of Edward did. The last part grew faster though, and now I couldn't help but fidget, waiting impatiently for his arrival.

Snores sounded in the other room, from Charlie, and I grinned. It couldn't be long now.

I had barely time to think that thought before he was there, climbing through the window, my favourite crooked smile on his face. His hair was slightly windblown from the run over here, tangled and unruly as ever. I just wanted to run my hand through it, knowing how smooth and impossible to tangle it was.

He raised an eyebrow at me, his golden eyes sparkling in the dark as they looked over me. Well, it wouldn't be dark too much longer. Not when I flicked the switch of this number.

"Bella, why are you wearing attire women in my youth would have worn to bed?"

That was what had made it even more hilarious in the movie, the 'innocence' of Becca, before she whipped out this get up. I could barely keep myself from giggling now. "Well, I thought it might be a change. You know, a little happy reminder of your world. It must be hard for you in such a changed time."

Edward looked confused; maybe I hadn't hidden the mirth enough from my tone. "No, seriously, why are you wearing that?"

"I'm serious; I'm trying to spark your memory!" I said, smiling, patting the bed beside me. That time I hid all the mischief from my tone.

He moved slowly, for him, to my side, shaking his head. "Oh yes, you're bringing back memories, Bella, of my mom wearing something like that. It seems a little – lot - wrong to see it on you, especially because I still want to kiss you." His voice was exasperated, at himself or me, I couldn't tell.

I grinned at him, bringing my hands to the hem of the nightdress, pulling it up. "Maybe I should remove it then." I pulled it quickly up before he could stop me, flicking the switch at my hip before he could stop me.

The yellow and green lights flashed, lighting up his gobsmacked face.

I couldn't hold back my laughter now, clapping my hand over my mouth just in time to quieten a round of laughter that would have surely woken Charlie. I waved my free above my head to find a pillow, and quickly brought it over my head to laugh.

It was probably a good five minutes before Edward spoke, and each time my laughter subsided I only needed to look back at his frozen, almost frightened, face before a new round burst from me. My stomach was aching by the time he gained enough focus to speak.

"Bella," he growled. The sound made me laugh again, or at least I started to, because soon the pillow was flung from my mouth, and hand was flung behind my head, and his own stone hard lips were smothering my laughter.

I laughed while kissing him for only a few seconds before the moment started removing my mirth. I wrapped my stocking clad legs around his waist, rolling so I was on top, the leather, flashing underwear resting at his gut. My fingers were tangled in his hair, knotting with my own locks as they fell into his face.

I pulled a hand away from his hair, trailing it down to his neck, concentration removed from the kiss for a few seconds. Edward kept hungrily kissing my mouth, my jaw, my neck, his hands groping my waist, my ribs, almost painfully, but in a good way.

I pressed against his neck, pulling his thirst from his body into mine, as always amazed by how much it hurt. How could he stand being around me? I could only handle it because I was sure vampire cells were much more sensitive than human ones, and smothering my thirst didn't mean taking a bite out of Edward.

Thoughts of the thirst quickly evaporated as Edward once again seized was lips, attacking them with his own. I ran my tongue over his lower lip, as smooth and cool as ice, though the taste couldn't be compared to any ice-block in existence.

His own tongue traced my own lips, and then tangled with mine, his cool breath blowing sweet tasting breath into my mouth. My hands greedily roamed his body, slipping under his T-shirt to trace the hard planes of his muscles, the slight grooves between his ribs, the bumps of his backbone under his smooth, white, perfect skin.

His own large hands travelled over my body, bringing heat under their touch, rendering their cooling effects obsolete. I was panting through my nose, refusing to release his mouth for air. Who needs air anyway?

Then one of his cool fingers touched the bottom of my black, leather bra, touching the base of my left breast. I couldn't withhold my gasp, releasing his mouth.

As soon as the sound escaped my lips he was gone, across the room. I fell against the bed, panting so loudly I was worried Charlie would hear me. I forcibly quieted my breathing, slowing it despite my heart's protests. I didn't need to look after my heart anyway; I wouldn't be using it much longer.

Edward had his back to me, hands braced on the closed door frame, his back tense under his shirt, that I was semi-happy to see was rolled up to his hipbones. Of course, I was sad that he decided to be across the room from me too.

"Edward," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry Bella," he whispered back, even quieter than me. His rich voice was full of sadness. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

This time I did shake my head, and swung my legs off the bed to walk to his side. I made my steps quiet. I didn't wear stilettos like Becca. That would have given me away.

I ran my hand over the bare strip of his back, angling my head up so I could speak right beside his ear. "I could take control then, if you want. You won't have to worry about hurting me." I smiled and kissed his below his hairline, moving my lips to suck on his earlobe.

His arms fell to his sides, clapping quietly at his thighs. He sighed, turning slowly, taking my hands in his own large ones, halting their exploration of his back. He turned, his golden eyes exasperated, as he looked at my hopeful expression.

"Bella, I'm not going to have sex with you."

I smiled. "I wasn't trying to force you into that. I just wanted to have a little fun." I pulled the hand that held mine towards the bed, getting as far as I would had I been dragging a house.

"Bella," Edward groaned, closing his eyes that had strayed to the flashing lingerie. "Could you please stop being so eager? It's hard enough to resist."

"Then stop trying." It seemed a logical enough solution to me. I tugged at his arm again.

"Bella," he said, his voice and face now serious. "Is it so terrible for me to try and keep a least one of my virtues? I have sinned, murdered, stolen, coveted, envied, lusted, and almost any other sin you can list. I need at least one sin I didn't commit."

I tried not to roll my eyes. "So, you won't do this," I gestured to my exposed body, "until we are married?"

"No," Edward agreed.

"Can I at least have a good night's kiss?" I asked.

Edward rolled his eyes, and swept me off my feet, my back landing on the bed in less than a second. Then he kissed me, almost as much as the kiss just a few moments before, but this one was alight with passion rather than lust, love rather than fevered need.

I was still gasping at the end; sure my smile was painful looking. Edward's mouth was stretched just as wide, his expression slightly cocky, my biggest weakness. I almost swooned at the expression. God, I was becoming just as bad as book Bella.

"Goodnight," Edward whispered.

"Goodnight," I whispered back, grinning as Edward pulled my usual nightwear over my head and legs, the warm long shirt and pants suited for the cool nights sleeping against a cool Edward.

Then Edward tucked me in, placing a kiss on my forehead, and settling himself down to lie by my side. I fell asleep with the feel on his cool fingers stroking my hair, his quiet humming echoing the tune of my lullaby through my ears.

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