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"I've got to be inside you, now," he growled. She was tossed onto the bed before he quickly pulled her night shirt off of her body. Bella felt cold chills spread across her ribs and breasts – not from cool air, but from lust. He removed his underwear and climbed on top of her. The uneasiness that usually accompanied this position was non-existent. Instead, Bella was taken over by a need she had never felt before. She needed to be one with him; she needed the love he radiated. This was no longer about simple sexual gratification, it was definitely more. He eased himself into her with a heavy moan. Bella cried out her want as they found a steady rhythm.

"Edward!" she called out, sitting up in bed. Another FMH dream. She panted heavily and ran her hands through her hair, wiping her sweaty brow. She groaned and fell back into her pillow. Every night in the week since their first encounter, Bella had very vivid dreams of Edward; dreams that always left her sweaty and panting for more. In her dreams she could feel every thing and she always awoke right as her body got tingly, right before pure rapture took over her body. "Ugh!" she rolled over fitfully and hauled herself out of bed. Her alarm clock wasn't set to go off for another hour. "7:00 a.m. on a Sunday is illegal," she grumbled, turning the alarm off and heading towards her shower. She turned the water to a tepid temperature, not needing it to be freezing, but also needing to wake up and wash the lustful feelings away with cool water. She showered as quickly as possible, not wanting to touch herself any more than she needed too. Self-gratification was not on her agenda today. "Neither was that dream or waking up an hour early," her conscience mocked her. She rolled her eyes and turned off the shower, getting out and putting on some yoga pants and a tank top. She pulled her wet hair into a clip and padded into her kitchen. This morning she needed guilty pleasures. She hunted in the back of her cabinet to find what she was looking for. Behind all of the adult, "healthy" cereals was a box of Lucky Charms ©. She poured a big bowl, topped it with milk, grabbed a glass of apple juice and headed to her couch. She turned the TV on and switched to a cartoon channel to indulge in some of her childhood favorite cartoons. She sighed and took a bite of cereal, enjoying some relaxation and an escape from her thoughts of the dreams. When her cereal was done and the show was over, she threw herself into cleaning her house. Bella had lived on her own since she was 17. She moved out of her parent's house in the small town of Forks, Washington, to Seattle. Her parents had split four years before that and her life seemed like a never-ending drama after that. There were things that she'd rather not think about or ever see again, so she left. Jasper was already in school in Seattle and was about to graduate. Bella moved in with him and finished her last semester and a half of high school there. Rosalie stayed behind and attended a local community college. Rosalie kept an eye on their dad and she moved to Seattle when she felt he could handle it. Rosalie worked at an interior design agency. She always loved decorating houses and helping people look their best. When she was at work, she was in her element. Bella had chosen to become a physical therapist. Her schooling was tough and grueling, but, to escape things that still haunted her from Forks, she threw herself into working hard and getting done as quickly as possible. She was in her last year and had scored an internship at a local family practice. Her phone rang, breaking her from her cleaning zone.

"Bells, whatcha doing today?" Rosalie didn't even wait for Bella to say hello.

"Well, currently, I am cleaning. Then I'm gonna head out and find Dr. Cullen's place so I know where I'm going tomorrow," Bella said.

"Oh, I forgot you start your internship tomorrow. Well, how about dinner with Jazz? He just called and said he is free tonight for sure. We can celebrate your big day tomorrow."

"Sounds cool. I'll cook Chicken Florentine. You guys be at my house at like 6:30."

"Yes ma'am," Rosalie teased, "Anything for your Chicken Florentine. See ya then."

"Later," Bella hung up. Sometimes conversations with her sister where brief, other times they lasted for hours. Bella was thankful for briefness this morning. She finished cleaning her two bedroom rental. The bungalow sat on the north end of town in a quaint neighborhood full of middle aged adults and young couples with children. Bella felt a safety and comfort in her place. She hoped to one day buy a house in the neighborhood or some place near the area. Once cleaning was done, she made a small grocery list and slipped her tennis shoes on before heading to her truck.

Edward was thankful that Carlisle had chosen not to be in the office today. Edward used his key and passcode to enter the practice through the back door. He then opened the door to Carlisle's secretary's office; he opened the filing cabinet and placed a manila envelope containing new paperwork and figures into a file marked "CPA Info." He knew the file would immediately be transferred to Carlisle the next morning. Carlisle made Edward a copy of every key to the building except for his office. Part of Edward questioned that decision, but the other half told him that he didn't really care. The less responsibility he had of his father's business, the better. He locked everything up quickly and headed to his Nissan Ultima. His phone buzzed from the cup holder.

"Yo. Dinner later?" a text from Emmett read.

"E, you're cooking. Em and I will be over at 7:00. I will bring dessert," another text from Alice said. Edward chuckled. His siblings were so bossy sometimes. He knew it was all in fun and sent a reply to both of them.

"6:30. I'm making smoked salmon pasta salad. A, you make apple and strawberry crumble. Em, you bring the wine – Riesling. Later, punks," Edward's text read. He got affirmative texts back from his siblings and headed to the grocery store. He pulled into the parking lot next to a beat up red truck. Some people just didn't know how to upgrade their vehicles. He entered the store and retrieved a shopping cart, beginning his journey for ingredients. He had just rounded the corner into the pasta isle when he spotted her.

"Izzie?" he said. Her head snapped in his direction and her eyes widened in recognition. Almost as quickly, she ducked her head and turned her cart around, exiting the isle. Edward sighed. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since their encounter. He saw her every time he closed his eyes; he felt her in his dreams. He desperately wanted to see her again. What would Emmett do? "Man up, Cullen," his conscience said. He exhaled heavily. "Izzie, wait," he said, moving after her. She moved quickly. He didn't want her to break into a run in the grocery store and cause a scene, so he slowed down. He went down the next isle and didn't see her. He began to ascend every isle until he spotted her with the breads. He backed up and went the opposite way toward the other end of the bread isle – the end she was headed for. He walked slowly and tracked her through the shelves. Just before she left the isle, he rounded the corner and their baskets collided. She looked up at him, shocked. Behind her, an older couple squabbled over a French loaf and a young mom tried to calm down her toddler; Izzie was blocked in.

"Hello, Edward," she huffed.

"Hi," he smiled, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Why are you stalking me in a grocery store?" she asked.

"Good question," he grinned, "I haven't seen you in a week."

"That's the point of a one-night stand. You're not supposed to see me again - ever," she countered.

"Well, then I guess this is fate," he said. In his mind he was cheering himself on for his boldness.

"Fate, huh? What if I don't believe in fate?"

"Well, I'm here to help you rethink that."

"Hmm. Well, I'm here to get ingredients for dinner. I have to go," she went to push past him.

"Wait, uh, can I get your number?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Can I see you again? Take you out to dinner so you don't have to cook?"

"No," she said.

"Come on, Izzie. What harm could there be?" he asked.

"Plenty," she said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, Edward, I must continue my shopping, stalker-free," she looked at him pointedly.

"But…" he started, his confidence waning.

"Please do not force me to cause a scene in the store," she said. He looked at her. She glared at him. He sighed and stepped aside, moving his cart so she could get through. "If it really is fate, it will happen again," she smirked at him, "But don't hold your breath," she walked away.

"Damn," he muttered, disappointed in himself. He made a face and continued his own shopping, trying to shake off their encounter.