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BPOV

On our way to the apartment I got Edward to relay what he could of out previous lecture under the pretence that I did not get what the professor was talking about. Normally, lies would rack me with guilt in a way that I could not sleep at night but seeing as though he was the cause of my distraction in class a little white lie was not going to hurt anyone.

While he spoke I caught myself staring at his mouth, the way it moved and his full lips. Edward surprised me once again by being the type of person who was very expressive with his hands while he spoke and their movements – his sleek, beautifully pale hand and long, slender fingers – had me thinking of where I would like them.

My daydream came to an end when Edward stopped walking and turned to towards my front door. Wow, that was quick. I opened the door, entered and held it open for Edward. After he crossed the threshold I shut the door, dumped my bag at the foot of the sofa and sat on the soft cushions which made me feel to go right to sleep.

Edward's soft chuckle made me turn to him, towering in the small room. "Rough night?"

I groaned, "Terrible night. I was finishing up the Philosophy assignment."

He smiled sweetly and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to me. "You know, the French toast won't be finished for maybe a half an hour. Why don't you take a quick nap while I get things in order?"

"A nap sounds heavenly right now but I can't just leave you to do everything while I slept." I reasoned.

"Bella, please. I did it over the weekend, didn't I?" He stood up, grasped my legs, brought them over to rest on the length of the sofa and took off my shoes.

As I opened my mouth to complain he kissed me on my lips effectively stopping any thoughts or complaints on the matter.

"You can argue all you want after your nap and lunch. Now, nap." He used that damned sexy crooked smile and left.

I started to feel bad that I left Edward to all the work but after his requests and a yawn that crept up on me, I was not going to give another thought to it.

Forty minutes later, I awoke to the feeling of Edward's lips on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was dazzled by the stunning green ones that met mine. Edward's eyes were filled with happiness and care and I could not help smiling when I rose off the sofa still a bit groggy.

The room smelt positively divine; vanilla and nutmeg. Edward links our arms at our elbows and escorts me to the kitchen; the island already has the French toast laid out in the most elegant presentation and I could not stop giggling. I turned to Edward and kissed him full on the lips for being so nice, because really, he could not actually be real, could he?

He returned my kiss more than willingly and I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. I moaned at the sensation and all too soon, he pulled away. His eyes grew darker with passion but instead of kissing me again, he smiled and said, "Nice to know I'm not getting any complaints but the toast will get cold if we continue with this."

I laughed and nodded, he did just cook this wonderful meal, and it would be a shame if it went to waste. I quickly gave him a chaste kiss though and sat at the counter.

While we ate, our conversation flowed freely with random facts about each other; favourite books where we discovered that we were both fans of the classics, favourite music where our tastes clashed but we decided not to judge too harshly until we heard it for ourselves. It was not until I mentioned that one of my favourite movies was 'The Princess Bride' that Edward's musical laughter filled the apartment.

"You're kidding! 'The Princess Bride"?"

"Sure, why not? Cary Elwes was dreamy in that movie."

He laughed again at my reasoning, "Please, he would totally get his ass handed to him by Inigo. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die." He quoted perfectly while brandishing his fork at me like a sword. Who knows how long we duelling with out forks till Edward won.

After we ate, Edward insisted on cleaning up. I sat grudgingly watching him move around the kitchen while thinking that he was way too good to be wasting his time on me but sometimes his eyes gave him away. It seemed that he really did care for me and I suppose that he even liked me; why else go through all this trouble.

The realisation that this perfect man could actually have feelings for me had me rise from the high chair where I was sitting and walk over to where Edward was doing the dishes, because truly, I liked him too. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I tiptoed to place a kiss on the back of his neck before resting my head between his shoulder blades. "Thank you for all of this."

"Anything for you, Bella." He replied.

The words were simple but their meaning ran deep. I gently tugged at his sides, a request for him to turn to me. When he did, his eyes were sad but still filled with passion and desire. The look tugged at my heart and I took his lips to mine.

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EPOV

Today was extraordinary; there was no other word for it. Although Bella was initially reluctant to have me make her lunch, I was glad that she consented. I insisted that she took a nap while I cooked because even before she made her confession about staying up half the night to finish her assignment, her face bore the tell-tale tiresome signs.

The French toast was ready in half an hour but I allowed her to sleep an extra ten minutes, and allowed myself to observe her. Her hair was in a messy ponytail but it was still beautiful. Her eyes were closed but I knew those gorgeous orbs would not be hid from me for long. Her ends of her mouth were tilted slightly up which told me that whatever was going on in her pretty head, she was happy.

Knowing that cold French toast was not everyone's cup of tea, I pressed my lips gently to her forehead and was surprised at how easily she awoke from the sensation. She smiled when she saw me, and she smiled when I guided her to the kitchen and her favourite food. Bella's kiss at the sight before her had me wanting more but she needed to eat so I unwillingly pulled away.

The small conversation we made told us a lot about each other and had us laughing till our sides hurt while faux sword-fighting with our forks.

While washing the dishes, I was surprised to feel her arms wrap around my waist and practically stunned when Bella kissed the back of my neck. She was thanking me when I should have been thanking her for such an amazing time.

When I turned around to face her I saw that she was looking for something and whatever it was she found, I was rewarded by one of her passionate kisses. Our lips melted against each other and we sighed at the feeling. I ran my tongue along her lips and she gladly took me in.

Bella started walking backwards, our mouths still joined until her back hit the counter where she quickly raised herself up. Our kiss remained unbroken as she brought me to stand between her legs and her hands began fumbling with opening my jeans.

I pulled away from her kiss and looked into her eyes where it clearly showed that she wanted me. Nevertheless, I asked, "Bella, are you sure?"

Her eyes held mine for a couple seconds longer and she nodded. "Yes, Edward, please."

I nodded back and took her lips again, this time plunging my tongue into her mouth at once. She responded eagerly, massaging my tongue with her in a way that made my eyes roll back into my head. She tugged at the ends of my shirt and brought it over my head while I did the same. Bella kissed her way up my jaw and settled on my earlobe where she let out a breath that made me shiver.

My hands made quick work of her bra and I grabbed her breasted as soon as they were free. They fit perfectly in each of my hands while I kissed her again, massaging her breasts and running my thumb over her peaks. Bella moaned into my mouth with each pass and bit my bottom lip in such a way that was sexy seductive.

Her hands finally got my button loose and she slipped my jeans with boxers off my hips and used her legs to guide them down to my knees. I did the same with her pants, gently lifting her off the counter for a second so I can bring them down. Her kiss grew feverish before she pulled away whispering, "Wait."

Bella stretched to one of the near overhead cabinets which looked like where they kept most of their first aid things. She reached in and extracted a box on condoms which looked like the ones that we used that weekend. She quickly ripped the wrapper off one and rolled in onto me after rubbing the palm of her hand on my tip. Watching her delicate hands at their task, I tugged her chin up where I took her lips once more.

Her hands guided me to her entrance where I slowly entered. I broke away from the kiss in order to give her a chance to catch her breath if needed. When successfully in her, she gave me a lazy smile and rested her forehead on mine. She still felt perfect around me.

My movements were slow, careful, and desperate not to hurt her. Her legs get tighter around my hips as she brings me deeper in her, in need of more friction. I quicken my thrusts as she leans back on her elbows, never taking her off of mine. Her breasts thrust up with every one of my stroke and I could not help leaning down and taking one into my mouth.

I roll my tongue over her peak, eliciting a deep moan from Bella beneath me. She rose off her elbows which makes me bring my forehead up to hers. Bella's mouth found my ear where she whispered, "Edward, more."

Those two words unravel me and I let loose. My thrusts come deeper, harder and quicker while my thumb reaches between us to massage her clit. Our moans become one and not too soon after we gain our climaxes.

When our breathing calms down, I carefully pull out of Bella and kiss her. After I discard of the condom and fix my jeans I make my way over to Bella and clean her up. I pull her pants back up while she puts her shirt back on.

I lift her off the counter and carry her in my arms until I sit on the sofa, keeping her on my lap. I rest my head on her shoulder while she runs her one hand through my hair and another on my bare chest.

"I think we're going to be late for our 2 o' clock class." She said which immediately has us in a fit of laughter.

"I think we can afford to miss one class today." I eventually reply.

We continue to sit in a peaceful and comfortable silence with our hands just roaming the other's body. This was different and it was not just because of Tanya's absence. Something shifted in whatever Bella and I shared, and I was looking forward to seeing what that meant.

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