Author Note: Let me start by saying how sorry I am for the delayed posting. I was out of town until very late Monday and then I twisted my neck. Anyhoo, here we go...another trip to "Mount Olympus". ;)

Disclaimer: Thanks to the Twi-Zeus, SM, for creating such fab characters and letting us play with them.

I couldn't get to Edward's house fast enough. It seemed as though every mile turned into ten. Cursing out every delivery truck and Grandma on the road, I finally turned on to his street. I was early and my heart skipped in anticipation of seeing him. Well, more accurately over what I knew was coming that night. Tucked behind the driver's seat, rested my over-night bag packed with only a change of clothes for the next day and my toothbrush. The rest, I could just borrow from Edward.

He said he was making us dinner, something he had done countless times before, but for some reason, I was nervous about tonight. Maybe it was the fact it was the first time we'd had sex since he left my house a week ago. Or maybe, I wasn't so sure about our arrangement. I mean, it's rather hard to try to fuck someone on the weekend who you are friends with, and to not develop bigger feelings for, let alone not let people know about. Especially when you finally got over having a mad crush on the same person.

No, the feelings were based only on the nervousness about having sex with Edward again. Truthfully speaking, he made my knees week when he kissed me, and I was putty in his hands when things went all horizontal. And here I was, back for more.

I grabbed my bag and walked up the sidewalk to his front door. Taking a breath, I reminded myself that this was just Edward, my best friend, and sex was just something we did. Scratching the itch, right? We were consenting adults and this was a bonus-a way to fix the need without having relationship complications.

Damn it, Bella. Stop over-thinking this. It's fine! I chided myself. Nothing can freak you out more than over-thinking. Act like a woman in control of her sex life, and walk through that door and get laid!

My inner she-devil was right. I took control of my sex life by starting this, and I wasn't going to punk out now. Not when a night of mind-blowing sex waited for me.

I knocked once, announcing my arrival, then opened the door.

"Eddie?" I called out. Soft light bathed the front of the house; the sounds of music came from the kitchen.

I dropped my bag in the front entry and quietly walked to the back half of his house. The small dining room gave way to the kitchen through an arched doorway. Edward's was classic 1920's architecture right down to the hand-painted tiles and beams. Red clay tiles accented the front of the house. Wrought iron decorated both the inside stairwell and out on the back deck. It made my little bungalow look rough and in need of a facelift – especially when you added his baby grand piano in the living room and the small lap pool in the back yard. I often joked with Edward that his little slice of SoCal was worth moving into. He always laughed with me, but as I saw him standing in the kitchen, stirring the contents of the wok, I had to shake how deeply I was feeling that sentiment. Shit! I needed to shake this feeling quick!

Edward turned quickly, and walked to his pantry. I assumed he saw me standing there, but quickly realized he hadn't when the pantry door connected with my face.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, literally seeing stars post-impact.

"Holy shit!" Edward slammed the door shut, and I felt his hands on my arms. "Bells, are you okay? I didn't hear you come in!"

The pain throbbed while the white fuzzy shapes flashed behind my eyes. Only Edward's constant questioning if I was all right was slipping through my pained haze. I felt him guide me across the room and helped me into a barstool. His arms left me and quickly, a frozen chill spread across my forehead.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, finally opening my eyes.

"A bag of peas. My dad says it's the best ice pack going." Edward's hands held the bag until I took over with mine. "Bella, I am so sorry! I didn't see you."

"What? Were you too busy shaking it to Shakira to know I came in?"I said, trying to lighten the mood. I mean, everyone knew accidents not only found me, they shared a mailing address. I hadn't tripped or fallen in weeks, so I was more than due. I just didn't count on a pantry door doing the attacking.

"Only you, Bella. Yes, while I was enjoying the music, but I didn't plan to clock you! How's the head?" I met his eyes and saw how truly concerned he was.

"Well, this is tons better than when Jake him me in the head with the trunk, so . . ."

"He did what?" Edward asked, shocked.

I sighed heavily. "Yeah, we were bringing in groceries and he thought I'd grabbed the last bag, which I hadn't. He lowered the trunk; it connected with my head. I was in the ER for a few hours."

"Holy crap! We seriously need to do something about how prone to accidents you are." He brushed the hair off my shoulders and a chill that had nothing to do with a bag of frozen peas, passed over me.

I scrunched my eyes, pretending to think about his statement. "Hmmm. Bubble wrap?"

Edward laughed against his will and smiled at me. "Nice. Only you could joke after being cracked upside the head with a pantry door."

"Yeah, but only a pantry door would try to attack me, so it's all relative." I smiled at him, but it quickly faded when Edward's hands left my shoulders. "So, what's for dinner?"

It took a moment for Edward to get out of EMT –mode. "Um, beef pepper steak, egg rolls, and pot stickers."

"Wow! You are quite the chef!"

"Not really. It's all frozen. Well, I mean, I'm making the pepper stake from scratch, the rest was frozen." He seemed to be somewhat absent from our conversation. I figured he was just still upset about the door. Though, I'd be lying if I didn't think, in some small way, his behavior was over me being there. Hell, it was for me! Still, I couldn't and wouldn't allow those little thoughts to happen. This was my friend – making dinner for me as he had before, taking care of me when my klutz moments took over. And I'd be fucking him later. Yeah, normal, right?

"Well you better feed me quick. Concussions need food," I joked.

Edward's weak smile became a bit stronger. "Well then, let's get this plated and finished so we can move on to the other known cure - a healthy fuck."

Something in his eyes told me if we could have just skipped the dinner, which would have been just fine with him. As it was, we went to the small dining room, plates and drinks in hand, and talked about our week over dinner. I wasn't sure why we were doing it as we'd talked plenty over the week already. Regardless, the conversation relaxed me and the ibuprofen Edward gave started to ease the throbbing until it was completely gone.

Edward cleaned up after dinner and I wandered out on his veranda, looking out over his backyard. The view was simply stunning; the San Gabriel Mountains peaked up against the horizon, and the soft breeze gently blew against my skin, stealing my thoughts into a wonderful void of not thinking or rather, over-thinking, and I was lost to the moment.

It wasn't until Edward's warm hands touched my forearms that pulled me back to where I was. His body pressed against my back, and my breath hitched with the contact.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" Edward asked me, his hips pressed against my back.

"I'm thinking," I started, "how did you ever afford this damn place?" I laughed; trying to come off relaxed when I really wanted to turn around, strip off his clothes, and hump him into the next morning.

"You know my dad, Mr. Money? Well, he wanted an investment property. He bought this place back before the market took off when we were kids; he got it for a song. He and mom went nuts on rehabbing it. After the last guy that rented the place went tits up in the dot-com bust, they rented it out to a few other people, then me. Dad jokes this is my inheritance." Edward pressed his hips more firmly against me and I closed my eyes.

"Not a bad thing to inherit," I added.

"No, especially when I consider Emmett is getting some yacht and Alice is getting their condo in Hawaii."

"Looks like someone is their favorite," I said with a giggle.

Edward rocked his hips again. "I'd rather someone else think I'm her favorite." He whispered the words against my neck and instantly, the combination lit the fire within me. The way his cock was impressively hard and strained against his zipper, and pressed firmly between my ass checks left me breathless.

"Keep talking," I said, softly moaning.

"Why talk when there are so many more things I can do with this mouth?" Oh holy hell! He did not!

Oh yes, he did!

Edward kissed my neck; his lips travelled a small path down to my shoulder, then back up. His grip on my hips increased, his fingertips pressed into the soft pocket of my hip. My head tilted back, and I surrendered to his actions. I wrapped my arm around his body and pressed the flat of my palm against his ass, pushing him harder against me.

"Should we move this upstairs or would you rather let my neighbors watch me fuck you over this railing?" His words practically purred against my neck, his hand smoothed over my stomach.

"Think you can walk?" I asked, pushing my hips back against him. His moan let me know just much he preferred the option of letting his neighbors watch.

"Does it have to be a bed?" Edward asked, as he tightened his grip on my hips, and thrust his hips up, his cock grinding against the cleft of my ass.

"No," I said, moaning. "But it better be now."

Edward grabbed my hand and led me back through the French doors back into his living room. He turned of the lights and walked us, briskly, over to the sofa. Without a word, he pulled his form-fitting black, tee shirt off his sculpted torso and pitched it on the floor. As he started to remove his jeans, I undressed myself, throwing my shirt god-only-knows-where, and took my jeans off so fast, I was sure there would be a denim burn on my legs.

My heart was pounding as I took him in, standing naked before me. Damn, I was one lucky woman to be able to have sex with this man. His lean frame boasted a nicely toned chest and abs that led to his trim waist, and hella-magnificent thighs and ass. His cock was thick and hard, the tip a sexually strained purple, and I couldn't help but drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

"Holy shit!" Edward gasped as my mouth took him in. I worked his firm length over my tongue, and relaxed my throat so I could take all of him in. Edward moaned and clutched my hair, easing his hips back and forth with the efforts of my mouth fucking him. When I took him all the way in, his tip at the back of my throat, he moaned loudly. I chanced a look up at him and saw his head was tilted back, the tendons in his neck stood out. He groaned again when I cupped his sac, then flexed his jaw. I almost came at the sight.

I moved between sucking him and swirling his cock with my tongue before I silently questioned if he might like things a little more rough. Hell, I had no idea, but this was as good a time as any to see if he might be able to match the "dirty girl" I'd only let him see glimpses of. The dirty girl I wanted to be. Ever so slowly, I moved my jaw so my teeth grazed over his dick.

"Holy shit! Bella!" he cursed, as he gripped my hair tighter, and thrust his hips harder, pushing his cock faster and harder into my mouth. Yeah, he liked it. "Fuck. I love fucking your mouth. Suck me, baby. Suck me harder."

Holy shit was right! If I didn't come from watching him, hearing him speak like that just about did it. I changed up my order, switching around between sucking, licking, and teeth grazing, and nearly brought him to his knees. When Edward's knees buckled, I knew he was too close and too torn on. Hell, the man didn't know if I was a "suck and swallow" girl and really, and that's something every guy should know before he finds himself about to blow a load.

I made the snap decision that I would just do it, go ahead, and swallow. Given the choice between it going down my throat or hitting my face? Yeah.

"Bella, you need to stop. I'm way too close." Edward voice strained, and he panted through his words. He stilled his hips and instead of clutching, his hand started to stroke my hair.

I released him from my mouth, and licked my lips as I looked up at him through my lashes. Hell yes, I was turned on. I was still on my knees in front of him, his cock inches way, and I wanted him badly that I nearly lost my shit.

"Fuck me," I begged. I'm woman enough to admit it; I was begging for sex.

Edward reached for my hands and pulled me up. "Not yet. Seems our playing field isn't level."

Level? What the hell?

"Sit on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, and make sure your sweet ass is near the edge so I can eat you properly." His chest heaved with each deep, full breath.

Wordlessly, I did exactly as he said, and man, did I feel the butterflies bet the holy hell out of my stomach.

Edward positioned himself between my legs; his strong, warm hands lightly pushed my knees to give him more room. With a fist on either side of my hips, Edward kissed me, his lips pressed against mine, and he eased my lip between his and sucked gently. My mouth opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His lips moved over my cheek, warm kisses on the underside of my jaw, and then lit a fiery trail down my neck. My head pushed against the sofa back.

"That's nothing compared to what my mouth can do, Bella," he whispered across my collarbone, nipping and sucking as he traveled lower.

He rested his weight on one elbow; his free hand pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers while his mouth sucked the other one. I arched my back toward him, wanting more. He bit down while his fingers pinched roughly, he flicked his tongue, and I saw fucking stars. He shifted to my other breast, offering the same delicious torture he'd given the other, but this time, him finger ghosted over the swell of my breast, and caused my breathing to pick up.

Panting as I moaned, Edward moved slowly down my stomach and over to the soft, sensitive skin in front of my hip. He trailed his tongue over the juncture of my thigh and onto the upper most inner part of my thigh before kissing me there softly, and driving me fucking wild in the process. He passed over my wet heat to give the same lick and kiss to my other thigh. My legs flinched inward, but his hands stopped me. He looked up at me over my sex and I had to match his stare. His lip curled smugly just before he licked between my folds, flicking his tongue when he connected with my clit.

"Oooooo," I moaned. Never in all my life had I felt anything like what he was doing to me.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured against my clit; the heat of his breath rushing over me made me moan even louder. "You like that? That's just the warm up."

With those words, he launched into the best fucking oral sex I'd ever had. He licked and nipped at my clit, his tongue teased me as it licked me, darting in deeply randomly. When he sucked on my clit, nipping it gently, he eased two fingers inside me and I threw my head back and groaned. He gave a slight twist of his wrists, pumping his hand, and getting me wetter than I'd ever been. My hips responded, matching his movements, and pushed me to the edge. He pushed a bit deeper, hooked his fingers, and I flew over the fucking edge.

I whimpered as my orgasm overcame me, mewling like a damn cat. I didn't see Edward's reaction, but damn, I sure as hell heard him. He growled. The man fucking growled.

As my orgasm eased, Edward slowly removed his fingers, and sucked my clit until the last of my orgasm had washed over me. With legs shaking, I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was moving up my body, and washed the evidence of my climax from his fingers. Something primal took over in me, and as soon as I could, I pulled him to me, and kissed him, tasting me on his lips and tongue.

Edward's hand brushed my body, lining his cock up with my body, and I could feel the tip of the condom.

When the hell did he put that on? I questioned. Not that it matter, I was too far gone to think anything more than the fact Edward had just blown my damn mind and was about to do it again.

He pushed into me and as he did, his tongue slipped into my mouth, driving me wild and frantic to kiss him back. He moved slowly at first, but deeply. It was almost hard to kiss him with the panting breaths I was struggling to take. He kissed down my neck, sucking the delicate skin of my neck as it met my shoulder. He thrust faster, and I matched his efforts. My hands raked over his shoulders, then down his back.

"Jesus, fuck!" he exclaimed, and pushed harder into me.

"Oh shit, yes! Harder!"

And man, if he didn't listen. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he thrust quickly into me, hitting my clit with every passing stroke. He was gripping the sofa back for leverage as he pumped harder and faster, bringing us both screaming, panting, and moaning our way to coming. I dug my heels in to his ass, keeping his thrusts closer to my body.

He growled again, and clenched his teeth. I could feel his cock twitch and I know just how close he was.

"Go," I urged.

"Not without you," he said, his jaw clenched.

I slipped my hand down between us, and rubbed my clit the way I knew would bring me to a fast climax.

"Jesus!" he rasped, looking and feeling what I was doing to myself.

"Fucking come, Edward. I'm . . .ooooo . . . yes . . ."

"Oh shit, yes," he groaned. His head dropped to my shoulder just as I came, squeezing around him in wild contractions. He rammed deeply into me, then stilled for a moment. His cock twitched hard as he came in three bursts. As his release washed over him, he moved in and out ever so slightly, and his cock twitched again in response.

Neither of us moved. We only tried to catch our breaths and come down off the sex high.

All too soon, Edward pulled out of me. "I'll be right back."

I watched his naked ass walk from the room to the hall bath. I thought about moving, but my legs were trembling still and I didn't trust myself to move too much.

Edward walked back into the room, still naked and at half –mast.

"You okay?" he asked as he sat next to me on the couch. He put his arm around me, and pulled me to his chest.

I rested my head against him, my legs still trembled. "I'm great. How are you?"

"You have to ask?" he asked with a chuckle.

I laughed with him, but all too quickly, the raw, sexual energy we had shared was slipping way. But slipping way because of what? Was I tired? Was I too sweaty for a post coitus cuddle?

He tapped my shoulder. "When did you because such a damn dirty girl?" He sounded amused, pleasantly so.

I felt a blush creep over my face. "I don't know. Would it be corny to say you just bring it out in me?"

Edward laughed heartily, and I smiled. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.

"Well, I wouldn't mind bringing that out in you more often," he said, the words fell like a lovers secret between us.

"Okay," I said, replying in kind.

We sat for a while before a chill crept over me; the heat of great sex had finally worn off. I shivered from the cold, and Edward stood up.

"I'm going to get some waters and then bed?" He took my hands and pulled me up from the sofa. It was the third time that night he held my hands and each time, something about it felt . . . off. Maybe it was me. Yeah, it had to be me. Edward was acting just as he always had, nothing changed. Maybe I was more sexed up and tired than I thought I was. That had to be it. Or I was over-thinking again.

"Okay," I said, finding my balance. My legs were tired and worn from the sexercise we'd just had and I had to admit, I was suddenly tired.

"You head down; I'll be there in a minute." Edward's smile reached his eyes and warmed me once again, as did the simple peck of placed on the top of my head. "Sleep with me?"

"Yeah, sure," I said with a relaxed smile. Sleep was starting to shut my mind down.

I walked to the stairs and walked down them to the second level where the bedrooms were. Edward's house was slightly inverted. The main level was on the street level and looked like a basic ranch, while the back of the house revealed three floors. The second hosted the bedrooms, while the third housed his office, workout room, laundry, and access to his backyard and patio. It was an odd floor plan, but it worked if you didn't think about it.

I climbed into his bed, the sheets cool and crisp against my skin, and smelled of Edward. His pillows were fluffy and felt as if your head was resting on air. I covered my body with the thick, down comforter, closed my eyes, and listened to his footsteps above me. He was closing doors and locking up. I could hear the faint beeping of his security alarm, then the soft steps as he traveled down the stairs. I barely registered him kissing my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.

End Notes: Looks like they both needed that, huh? Will they be able to keep the two sides of their friendship apart? Think it will start to creep back in?

If you're curious about what Edward's house looks like, the house I based it on is on my photobucket: http:/s1173(dot)photobucket(dot)com/albums/r585/jakeward_Fic_Pics/Mount%20Olympus%20Edwards%20House/

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Until next week . . .

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