Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

Hugs and kissed to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I really needed that since one of my classes consists of thirty seventeen year old Alecs and Janes. So when I got home on Friday I basically felt like crawling in a corner with a bucket of ice cream and wallow. On the bright side: this class is going to give me plenty of inspiration for chapters to come...

WARNING: LEMONS AHEAD!

Perfect night. (flashback)

I was on a beach waiting, staring at the sun setting over the ocean. I couldn't remember what or whom I was waiting for but I knew it would be pleasant because my stomach filled with butterflies every time I tried to think about what was to come.

Darkness fell and I was still all alone on the now deserted beach. I was beginning to feel worried. Had I been forgotten? What was going to happen?

It was as if my doubts and anxiety triggered a change of scenery. Suddenly I was at the pool of the motel, surrounded by an ocean of sparsely dressed people all staring angrily at me. Panic struck. This wasn't the dream about me being naked in public, was it? I looked down, relieved to see I was fully clothed. But then why were they angry? Was it because I wasn't getting into the whole Spring Break spirit of taking of my clothes and engaging in random acts of debauchery?Was it because I wasn't supposed to be here? Was it because I was too poor and too plain to fit in?

Suddenly some of the people leaped forward and started tearing at my clothes. I recognized Lauren, Jess and ...James? I tried to fight them off but they where stronger than me and with the three of them all determined to take off my clothes I realized I didn't stand a chance. I screamed, yelled and kicked anyway. I wouldn't go down without a fight.

Suddenly Lauren, Jess and James froze and backed away. I looked around me to see everyone now staring at something behind me. I turned to see what they where looking at and relieve washed over me. In the entryway stood Edward, my night in shining armor, glaring lividly at my attackers. He waded through the sea of retreating naked flesh, pushed James aside and tossed me over his shoulder, marching out of the gates and towards safety.

We were suddenly back at the beach. Edward put me down and checked me over to see if I had been harmed. The thought that he could see almost all of me though my torn clothes made me invent a new shade of red.

"Don't be embarrassed." he muttered, stroking my jaw. "You. Are. Beautiful." he stated, placing a tender kiss on my lips after every word. "Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

I tried to look away, not knowing how to react to his intense stare. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to face him.

"Open your eyes, Bella. Please?" I couldn't resist his pleading voice and opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. His face looked like that of a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

"I love you. I want you." he groaned before capturing my lips with a passion that made my knees buckle. We fell into the sand together, my hands wandering, exploring every inch of Edwards perfect body. There was no more doubt in my head. I was ready. I wanted him every bit as much as he wanted me.

He looked into my eyes, seeking permission to continue. I bit my lip as I started to unbutton his shirt while he was lavishing attention on my neck and shoulders, kissing a trail down to my breasts.

I moaned his name as he shed what remained of my clothes, kissing every bit of newly exposed skin, before taking of his own pants and boxers.

I trembled with anticipation as her returned to me, our body's now flush against each other. I relished in the feeling of his skin against mine.

"I love you. Forever." he whispered as we melted together.

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I woke up the next morning feeling dazed and disoriented. The room seemed too quiet and bright and the bed too solid. Then I remembered lying down on Edwards bed last night and nothing after that. I must have fallen asleep.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as I realized that probably meant I had spend the night at Edward's.

I felt the bed shake beside me and looked up to see Edwards green eyes smiling down at me.

"Good morning!" he said as he leaned in to kiss me.

"Go away! Morning breath!" I yelled, clamping my hands over my mouth.

"Bella, please remove your hands so that I can kiss you," he said in a reproving tone.

I shook my head feverishly. "Not before I've brushed my teeth." I murmured through my hands.

I tried to get away but before I could move Edward had pinned me down on the bed with his own body. Having his body flush against mine made me feel a strange sense of deja-vu and for a moment I tried to think when I had felt this before.

I tried to wriggle out of Edwards hold but seeing that Edward was both taller and stronger than me I didn't stand a chance. I sighed and removed my hands which were almost immediately replaced by Edwards lips.

Soon we were completely wrapped up in each other. My hands had automatically found their way to his hair again, his were wrapped around my back, pressing me closer to his chest. Our legs where intertwined, leaving almost no space between us. When we finally had to break free to breathe we just lay there – panting – in each others arms.

Being with Edward was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I had had boyfriends – yes - serious boyfriends with whom I though I had been in love with at the time but I realized I had never truly been in love until I met Edward. He made me forget everything that was going on around me.

Thinking of the world around me...

"Oh god. Angela!" I gasped. I never got back to our motel last night and she must have been sick with worry.

"Don't worry." Edward said, pressing his forehead against mine. "I called back to your motel last night and told her you were out for the count. She made me promise to return you as soon as you woke up though, she said something about committing murder if she had to spend one more day in the company of Paris and Nicole."

I laughed. "Poor Angela. Jess and Lauren probably dragged her off to some kind of club last night."

I felt almost guilty for leaving Angela alone like that. Almost.

"By the way: why didn't you wake me up last night?" I asked.

"You were so deeply asleep I just couldn't bear to wake you up. You looked like you needed your sleep," he explained.

"I did, probably more than you could ever imagine." I nodded.

He looked at me curiously.

"Not all of us can afford this kind of luxury, you know. You've seen the place where I'm staying and between the horny barfing frat boys outside my window, the bouncy castle someone mistook for a mattress and the bitchfest going on in the bed next to me it's kind of hard to get a decent nights sleep."

He laughed at my statement. Then something he said dawned on me.

"Wait a minute. You said I was sound asleep?" I asked, remembering my habit of talking when I was deeply asleep.

He nodded.

"Dear lord. Please tell me I didn't start talking." I gasped.

He looked away. Damn.

"What did I say?" I demanded. I just knew it had to have been something embarrassing. Most of the time I just talked about books or shopping lists, but Angela told me that sometimed my dreams had been a lot more x-rated.

"Nothing much," he laughed. "Just something about having to fight the naked people."

"Oh God!" I groaned and hid my face in the pillow. I couldn't believe I had made such a fool out of myself yet again. Stupid Bella!

"And then of course you said my name." Edward added smugly.

The sudden remembrance of what Edward and I had done after he had rescued me from the angry mob of nearly naked people made all color drain from my face.

"That's not all I said, is it?" I asked, mortified.

"It is! I promise!" he said, placing a hand over his heart his green eyes still boring into mine with an amused expression.

"I don't believe you!" I whispered, hiding my face in my hair.

"Then do you remember what you dreamed about?" he whispered in my ear and I could see his crooked smile appear trough my shield of hair.

I managed a faint nod.

"Believe me. The only thing you said was my name..." he assured me, still looking rather smug

For a moment I felt relieved. Edward looked honest enough to make me believe that I hadn't said anything too embarrassing. I may not have made a total ass out of myself after all. Then a thought hit me. Edward didn't said anything about how I said it or what I did.

I peeked up at him. The smile I saw said it all.

"Oh no!" I croaked. The thought that I might have nearly raped Edward somewhere during the night was enough to make me leap out of the bed and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Bella?" I heard Edward call through the door, worry laced in his voice. "Bella, please come out of the bathroom."

"No!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. Why did I always have to ruin everything?

"I'm sorry for making you feel embarrassed, I really didn't mean to...please open the door?" he pleaded.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the door. Why did I always have to ruin everything with either my clumsiness or my sleep talking?

"So do you plan to stay in there indefinitely?" he asked.

"Why not?" I yelled back. "I think I have the basic necessities covered!" I looked around me. I had water, a toilet and towels to keep me warm. Food would eventually be a problem though.

"Bella?" Edward tried again. "If you don't open this door I'm going to have to resort to drastic measures."

"You're starting to sound just like my dad!" I yelled back. In fact, if he had added 'young lady' to his sentence he would have been exactly like my dad.

What was he going to do? Kick the door down? I laughed at the thought of Edward charging into the door to rescue the damsel in distress but moved to a safer spot none the less. I didn't feel the need to end up in the ER because I had been crushed by a door, though it wouldn't be the first time...

Instead of the thundering noise of a door being forced I heard muffled sounds. It was like he was talking to someone. After that everything went silent again.

A few moments later there was a knock on the door, some more talking and then the combined smells of bacon, scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes hit my nose. My stomach started grumbling immediately and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I had eaten nothing since yesterday afternoon.

Crap.

I quickly surveyed my options, weighing the embarrassment of having to face Edward against the demands of my empty stomach. In the end the mouthwatering smells coming from the other side of the door won.

Damn that man and his insufferable talent of making me do exactly what he wants!

I took a deep breath and opened the door, glaring at a now very amused Edward.

"Damn you for tempting me out of the bathroom with bacon!" I huffed, snatching a piece of bacon from a plate.

"All is fair in love and war!" he smiled back grabbing my arm and pulling me back onto the bed with him.

We spend the rest of the morning talking, eating and making out. Edward was smart enough not to mention my sleep talking again. Amazingly whatever I had said or done in my sleep didn't scare him off.

A look at the clock made me sigh. It was almost two in the afternoon and I knew Angela would be waiting for me.

"I really have to get back to the motel before Angela shows up and drags me back by my hair." I sighed.

Edward tightened his grip on me and buried his face in my hair.

"I'll take you back." he sighed, before getting up and dressing himself. I once again found myself blatantly staring at his glorious body. He just grinned at me whenever he caught me staring and went back to getting ready.

I walked over to the balcony, where I had hung my dress to dry. When I returned to the room I mustered what courage I had and decided to give Edward a little show. I flung the dress on the bed and unbuttoned the shirt Edward had lend me letting it slide down my arms and pool at my feat.

He stood there, frozen, looking at me in my lace underwear. He had gotten a good look at my body yesterday, but never as unclothed as it was now.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

He nodded, seemingly unable to speak and swallowed hard. Good! A least I wasn't the only one doing the staring!

I picked the dress up and flung it over my head.

"Too bad you told Angela you where returning me in the afternoon," I quipped before winking at him, opening the door and walking out of the room.

Edward remained silent for most of the drive back but I could see him sneaking glances at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking.

"Do you think Angela would let me take you out for dinner tonight?" he finally asked nervously.

Boy! Angela must have really put her foot down on the phone. She could be scary at times but I didn't think she'd get to Edward the way she did. "I think if you ask her nicely she just might." I replied.

When we arrived back at the motel Edward held open the car door for me and we walked back into the war zone that made up my motel. Angela was camped out by the pool reading a novel and shooting anxious glances around her, like she suspected some boy to sneak up on her and drag her back to his room. When she spotted us she breathed a sigh of relief and walked back with us to our room.

Before Edward left an interesting conversation took place between him and Angela. They even went so far as to barter about who got to spend which six hour period with Bella. I felt like a kid in a custody court.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, a little annoyed with the scene in front of me.

"No!" they yelled at the same time.

"Then will you please stop talking as if I'm not here?" I huffed. "If I wanted to hear two people arguing over me I would have gone to visit my parents."

In the end Edward and Angela reached an agreement and Edward got custody over me that night until noon tomorrow. If he dropped me off at the hotel only a minute after his allotted time he would loose visiting rights for the rest of the day, if he played nice he got to take both Ange and me out to dinner the next night.

As soon as Edward left Angela turned on me. She had this very annoying way of coaxing every bit of information out of you she wanted, just by being nice. Before long she had me telling her just about everything that happened yesterday and this morning.

"Wow Bella. Don't you think this is all going a bit fast?" she asked me as soon as I had told her everything.

"I don't know Ange. Perhaps it is. Perhaps I shouldn't be feeling like this so soon, but all I know is that being with Edward is like nothing else I've ever felt before. It's like my body is almost gravitating towards him. When I'm with him I just feel...whole. I don't know..."

"So are you saying you love him?"

"I think so. Is that very weird?"

Angela needed some time to think about that,

"No," she finally answered cautiously. "There's a phrase for that. It's called love at first sight. But please be careful Bella. Love is blind and very often those in love don't act like the smartest people on the planet "

"You sound just like my mom," I teased, walking towards my suitcase to pick out my clothes for tonight.

"Do you think you'll go all the way with him?" Angela asked.

"I seriously don't know." I replied truthfully. "If you would have asked me last week or even yesterday morning I would have said 'no way' but after everything that happened yesterday and this morning...I just don't know."

Angela nodded and helped me pick out a summery midnight blue wrap dress and matching blue slingbacks and got to work.

Sometime during our primping session Lauren strutted into the apartment. She took one look at me and sat down on the bed, looking grumpy.

"Another hot date with Edward?" she asked in an acid tone.

I nodded my head.

"You know I asked around a little about that Edward of yours and word out on the street is that he's absolutely loaded," she sneered.

"You know I don't care about that, Lauren," I replied, fixing my hair.

"You may not, but others do," she remarked with an evil glint in her eye.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, looking at her through the mirror's reflection.

"Don't you think he's a little out of your league?" she asked. She seemed almost blown away at my audacity for dating a guy who was rich and handsome.

Angela took in a sharp breath behind me but I silently pleaded with her to let it be. I wasn't going to let Lauren ruin my evening.

I spent the rest of my time ignoring the continuous jabs Lauren made at me for not being pretty, rich or blond enough for Edward but even though I knew these things didn't matter to him, they still made me feel self conscious.

At seven o clock sharp Edward picked me up. Much to my surprise we drove back to the hotel and he took me up to his room. I thought that perhaps he had forgotten something until I turned to see a table set up on the balcony and smelled the aroma's of food coming from a tray table in the room. It looked like we were going to stay here for our date.

I turned to look at Edward who was staring nervously at the floor.

"I realized there was no place I'd rather take you than here, so I just arranged for dinner to be brought up here. I hope you don't mind..." he muttered, looking absolutely terrified of my response. It melted my heart.

"Why would I mind?" I asked. How could I refuse a quiet dinner – delicious judging by the smell of it – with the man I loved?

"Well, you spend all that time getting ready to go out only to find out I'm just taking you back to my hotel room..." he said in a soft voice.

"I don't care about that," I sighed, relieved that it wasn't something more...difficult to reply to. "Most of the restaurants around town will be overcrowded and filled with the people I'd normally steer clear of anyway."

"And then when I took you up I realized how presumptuous it was of me to drag you up to my room for our second date," he continued, looking at the floor.

"Edward!" I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his chest. I had to fight back the urge to let out a relieved chuckle.

"There is no place on earth I'd rather be right now than here and really, you couldn't have done me a greater pleasure than with this..." I said, waving my arm at the table on the balcony. "There is nothing presumptuous about it and if I didn't feel comfortable about being here with you right now I would have told you so a long time ago."

"I just worried you might take this the wrong way..." he muttered burying his face in my hair.

"I trust you Edward, with all my heart." I stated calmly. "And after all we already slept together last night, so what is there to worry about?"

He started laughing after my last remark, just what I intended.

"Then let's go eat!" He said cheerfully, taking my hand and leaning me out onto the balcony. He pulled back my chair, kissing my bare shoulder as I sat down.

Dinner was perfect, but how could it be not when I had the most perfect man sitting across from me? Still, when I looked at him I felt nervous. Here we were, in his hotel room, with the whole night in front of us. The terror I felt now had started in my room back at the motel the moment it became clear that Edward would only have to return me tomorrow. I knew what that implied and it scared the hell out of me. I wasn't a virgin but I knew that if something where to happen tonight between Edward and I it would change things and thinking about that made my stomach to back flips.

I tried to reason with myself, tried to tell myself that it was way too soon for anything to happen but somehow last nights dream had changed something. I knew deep down inside that, though we only knew each other for three days, I was ready. But was he? Were we?

"Is something wrong?" Edward asked, no doubt alarmed by my silence.

"No, everything is perfect." I tried to make my voice sounds certain and reassuring but I knew that I had never been much of a liar.

Edward was beside me in less than a second. "Bella, please tell me what's wrong. You're killing me." he said anxiously.

"It's just...stupid." I answered, turning my face away from his worried stare.

"Nothing that makes you unhappy could ever be stupid. So please tell me," he demanded.

"I don't know," I started laughing, "It's just that I keep on feeling all these...things ...and I don't know how to...deal with all this." I stammered, gesturing between the two of us.

Before I knew what happed Edwards lips captured mine in a kiss that spoke louder than any word could ever do. "There's nothing stupid about thinking those things. And even if it where, I'd be stupid too."

He pulled me closer and his sweet scent washed away any lingering doubts his words or kisses hadn't erased. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting as little space as possible between us as his head rested on my shoulder, kissing a trail along my collarbone.

"Edward," I groaned. I wanted to feel more of him. I needed to feel more of him.

He seemed to understand my unspoken request because he lifted me up and carried me inside, to his bed. He lay me down gently, giving me a chaste kiss, before his hand started to work on the bows that tied my dress together. When he was done unwrapping my dress he parted the two pieces, exposing my body to him.

"Beautiful," he muttered, his hand trailing a featherlight pattern over my body. I closed my eyes and arched into his touch.

After a while I got a little impatient. Having Edward touch me like this was amazing but I wanted more. A hunger was raging inside of me that needed to be stilled. I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him and started to nimbly unbutton his shirt, amazed at my own skillfulness at such a time.

Edward's hands reached up and brushed the now open dress off my shoulders, leaving me in only my panties and bra. "Exquisite," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss every inch now exposed. I writhed against him, both in pleasure and impatience. His hands soon joined in, grazing my breasts through my bra before unhooking the claps.

"Beautiful," he whispered again as his hands moved gently over my mounds, grazing the nipples. Soon his mouth followed their movements, making me moan and writhe against him, eliciting a low hiss.

"Edward, please," I moaned.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Bella" he asked in a low and husky voice.

"Please...I want you...to make love to me...now" I panted.

He quickly flipped us over, somehow managing to shed his pants and boxers in the process.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, as I felt him position himself at my entrance.

"Please..." was all I managed to moan.

As he gently eased himself inside me he whispered words of love in my ears while his hands traveled over my body worshiping every part of it. I had never felt more loved in my entire life.

The feelings I felt when we moved against each other – inside each other- where almost more than I could bear. The electric shocks that passed between us every time we touched had turned to a steady current making every fiber of my being tremble. On top of that Edward sure was a lot more gifted than the two other men I'd slept with in my life. I felt myself slowly but surely being pushed towards a higher high than I'd ever experienced in my life.

We called out each others name as we flew over the edge together, his body collapsing onto mine. When he regained his breath Edward flipped us over so I was lying on his chest. He kissed my forehead as we both tried to regain control over our exhausted bodies.

"Sleep, Bella, my beautiful," he whispered in my ears as he started humming a sweet tune. It was the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.

There you have it. My first lemon. How did I do? I wasn't entirely satisfied with it (no pun intended) but I didn't quite know how to improve on it.

Being a rather shy person it took me half a bottle of wine to work up the courage to write this. I sure hope it will get easier now since I intend to make this story a lot more lemony towards the end ;-)

You know the drill: review and I'll give you another chapter on Friday.