A/N: Inspiration struck, and I have 2 more for you before my cruise. Thanks for reading, lovey pies!


I wake alone, but once my vision clears from my sleepy haze, I see Kate at her desk, dressed now, with books and notebook open, and a pencil in her hand.

She looks up, smiling slowly. "Hey, sleepyhead."

"Hi. How long have you been up?"

"Twenty minutes or so. I didn't want to wake you."

I sit up and kick my legs over the side of the bed. "Thanks. It took me a while to fall back asleep."

She smiles and nods, and I move to my closet to find something to wear.

We spend the day in relative silence, both catching up on the homework we've neglected all weekend. Lazy Sundays are nice, but not today. We both have too much to do. I snack as I tap away at my laptop, and when dinnertime comes, we head to the cafeteria together. Afterward, she splits off toward the library and I go back to our room to complete my paper.

I'm in bed with the lights out and the TV on when she returns. There's an odd look on her face that makes me want to ask what she's thinking, but I don't. She gets herself ready for sleep, but instead of climbing up to her lofted bed, she stands beside mine, seeking permission with her eyes. I slide over, letting her in, and she moves into my arms.

We start to kiss, and she's rougher than I expected. She feels so desperate, and I can't tell if it's just lust or something else. I don't bother to ask because her hands are under my shirt, and it feels so, so good. I do the same, dipping down to pepper kisses over the swell of her breasts before flicking my tongue over her nipple. I alternate back and forth between kissing her mouth and her chest, and she keeps her hands fisted in my hair, moaning in a beautifully feminine way.

She pulls me back to her mouth, pushing her body hard against mine and sucking and biting my bottom lip. She's fit my thigh between her legs and she's rubbing herself up and down along it. I press against her, providing more friction.

"Bella . . ." she whimpers, "please. Touch me. Please."

I slide my thigh away and put enough space between us that I can work my hand into her underwear. She's already so wet and ready for me, and I don't waste time teasing her. I already know she wants it, so I give her two fingers at once, and then I add a third for a minute, just to hear the low, uncontrollable groan that comes out of her mouth. I move over her, pulling her panties off and straddling her legs. I stop the roughness, switching to just one finger, and then I reposition again so that her legs are bent and spread open, and I lean down to press my lips against her clit.

"Oh god!" she yelps, yanking at my hair again. I love it.

I let my mouth do all the work for a while, licking and pulling on her with my lips. It's been so long since I've done this, and even then, it was only ever a few times with Rosalie, but Kate's reactions make me feel like an expert. How many times had I thought about this? How long had I wanted her beneath me, writhing in pleasure and crying my name? It all feels so surreal that we're here like this, but that's what makes me want it to be so good for her.

I hum as I love her with my mouth, letting the vibrations drive her closer to the edge, and when I hear the way her breaths switch to quick, short gasps with a steady stream of "oh, oh, oh," I slide my fingers back inside her and focus my tongue on her clit. My fingers curl the way Rosalie's used to, and Kate shudders, her pussy thrusting up against my mouth.

Slowly, I kiss a path of lazy pecks and licks up her body, pausing to swirl my tongue around her belly button and then tease her nipples with soft bites. When our lips meet again, it's soft and sweet. Our tongues mingle, and I think about how good she tastes. I wonder what she thinks of tasting herself in our kisses, but she doesn't seem to mind. I reach for her underwear when she pulls away, handing them to her so she can put them on.

She worms her way back into my arms, letting me spoon her, and we fall asleep tucked close together.

In the middle of the night, she pulls me from my slumber with my tank top pulled down and her mouth on my breast. Her teeth pull on the piercing, and I'm instantly ready to go for another round. She's crazed and needful like she was before, but this time she seems to want to do all the work. I let her because, really, why would I object?

She pulls me so that I'm on the edge of the bed when she slips off, kneeling on the floor. She pulls off my pajama pants and immediately puts her mouth on me. She's more confident than during our shower, but she's still learning. Regardless, it feels wonderful just having her on me this way.

"Do you like it?" she pauses to ask.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Tell me what you like."

"Fingers and mouth," I manage. "Oh, fuck, right there."

She acknowledges me by continuing, and place a hand on the back of her head to keep her where it feels the best.

"Harder," I groan, and her fingers thrust deeper and with more force.

When I arch up, so close, she understands, and her tongue works faster, focusing on what will throw me into a sharp climax.

"Kate . . . baby . . . ooohhhh . . ."

We move back up to lie side by side, and I finger her again before we decide we really need sleep or we'll never make it to our classes in the morning.

For the first time in a very, very long time, I feel blissful.