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EPOV

"Dude, are you fucking ready yet?" Jasper called out to me from the great room where I was sure he was fucking around on the pool table. "I swear to God you're worse than a fucking girl with that hair."

I heard the click of the stick on the cue ball and smirked at myself in the mirror, the sound confirming I was right. "Fuck you, asshole," I yelled back to him as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame my perpetual bed head and only succeeding in fucking it up even more. "My girl is a hair stylist and she cut my hair, I have to do her proud."

"I have two words for you: Pussy. Whipped."

I gave up on my hair and took a second to reassess my overall appearance in the mirror. Running outside in the sun for the past two weeks had given me a tan like I'd never had before in my life, and the black short sleeved button down shirt I put on after my shower showcased it better than I had expected. It still fucked with my head that it was almost November and still warm enough to wear shorts during the day, but as much as I bitched about it, I didn't miss the wet, cold weather of Forks. Not at all.

Walking out of my bathroom, I grabbed my black Doc Marten boots and sat on the edge of my King sized bed to slip them on and lace them up. I stood back up and took a quick scan of the room to make sure I hadn't missed anything when I cleaned up earlier, just in case the night ended the way I hoped and I'd have company when I came home. God help me, let tonight end the way I hope it will. If I keep jerking off as much as I have been I may lose the ability to shoot my gun when the time comes. Heh. Shoot my gun. Pun intended.

"Alright, Douchebag," I called out to Jasper as I walked out of my bedroom into the living room and headed toward the garage, "Let's go. You're the one whining about leaving but I'm the one that's pussy whipped. Whatever."

Jasper chuckled as he hung up his pool cue. I heard his boots on my hard wood floor as he rushed to catch up with me and felt smug in the satisfaction of knowing I was right. I couldn't deny that I wanted to see Bella, but he was jumping out of his skin in anticipation of spending time with the eyefucker and we both knew it. I had no idea what she did to him, but in only a week she had him wrapped around her little finger and he was enjoying every minute of it.

As happy as I was for him, I couldn't help but be a little jealous at the same time. He didn't have to fight to hide how he felt. He could swoon all over Alice and no one fucking gave a shit. Sarge didn't even bat a fucking eyelash...but it wasn't that way for Bella and me. As hard as it was to swallow that fact before Alice and Jasper met, it was even more difficult now. I understood why we were doing it - we were doing it for me. But sometimes, it just didn't feel that way.

After speaking with Bella the night before, I knew she was taking Alice to work in her Mercedes so Jasper and I devised a little plan for some alone time after dinner. Jasper would drive his Escalade since it was the most spacious of all of our vehicles and then at the end of the evening, he would take Alice to her place and I'd ask Bella to bring me to mine. There was no way I could go back to Bella's house and run the risk of her brother coming home, so I made it my mission that night to get her to mine.

When we got to the salon Alice appeared by my door before I could even open it, yanking it open anxiously, trying to hurry me out. "Settle down there, Eyefucker," I said with a chuckle. She slapped me lightly on the arm and flipped me off as I jumped out of the Escalade so she could climb in. Bella told me how much she hated that I called her that, especially since she swore to God that I was the one doing the eyefucking the day we met. And truth be told, I was doing some eyefucking that day, but it certainly wasn't directed at Alice. She, on the other hand had looked at me like a piece of meat and I would never back down in that argument with her - even if neither of us could prove otherwise and all I accomplished by doing so was annoying the shit out of her...

Which was pretty much the point.

"Shut the fuck up and go get your woman, FuckMeEyes," she said, the last part through gritted teeth, patting me on the ass to push me in the direction of the salon. "She's in there getting all pretty for you."

I couldn't help but laugh at how forward Alice always was. She was the complete opposite of my roommate which was probably why they had hit if off so quickly. While Jasper was a funny fucker and could make me laugh with his dry sense of humor, he was always the consummate Southern gentleman around the ladies, as well as when we were in the presence of our superiors. Alice, on the other hand, was a "what you see is what you get" kind of girl. She didn't hide her audaciousness, she embraced it - and she made it really difficult not to like her. Jasper and Alice were a well-balanced pair; where one lacked, the other more than made up for it, but I still never would have believed they'd be interested in each other if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes.

I pulled open the door to the salon and strode in, and without fail, my eyes zeroed right in on Bella's ass. I couldn't explain it, but it was like her ass had some kind of magnetic pull because whenever I was in her presence, it was always the first place my eyes fell. You're a fucking perv, Cullen. There's no doubt about it.

"Hey Beautiful," I said as I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I made eye contact with her in the mirror as I brushed her hair out of the way so I could kiss her on the cheek. "You look amazing and you smell delicious," I whispered in her ear, watching a beautiful blush permeate her cheeks. Her eyes deepened with lust and my cock sprung to attention as I tried to remind myself that I was in the middle of her fucking place of business and had to be mindful of the other people in our presence.

She must have been thinking along the same lines because as soon as I dropped my hands from her waist and put them in my pockets, Bella spun around with narrowed eyes and a mischievous grin on her face and grabbed my collar with both hands. She hesitated as she surveyed the salon to see if anyone was watching before yanking me to her so we were cheek to cheek. I inhaled deeply as my dick cried out for some kind of friction and I struggled to send it telepathic signals to shut the fuck up and calm down. Telepathic signals to your dick? Really? The next thing you know, you're going to be having conversations with it, asshole. Oh Jesus, please don't start talking to me. And now I'm actually talking to my cock...I need help.

Satisfied with the reaction she was getting out of me, Bella took it a step further. "You better watch it, Recruit. If you don't behave yourself, I'm going to have to punish you," she whispered in my ear before giving me a quick kiss below it. My head was swimming from her innuendo as she pulled away from me and winked before letting go of my collar and walking away.

Her playfulness was such a fucking turn on that I couldn't move from the spot I was standing in, except to turn around to watch the gentle sway of her ass as she walked away from me. I heard her clear her throat and lifted my gaze to see her standing at the reception desk, glancing over her shoulder at me. I took a hand out of my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair, unable to stop the goofy grin from creeping over my face at my own idiocy. If sexiness can kill brain cells, I'm seriously fucked and I haven't even gotten in her pants yet.

As I stood in silence, I silently prayed that Cher would appear out of nowhere to slap me across the face and tell me to snap out of it like she did to Nicholas Cage in Moonstruck. And I couldn't figure out which part was more disturbing - that I, as a straight man, was praying for Cher's presence, or the fact that without even touching my dick, Bella made me lose all my ability to function as a rational human being. Luckily, even in Cher's absence I was somehow able to pull myself together and succeed in forming some semblance of a coherent thought so I didn't look any more idiotic than I already did.

"You know, something tells me I'd enjoy that," I said as I joined her in the reception area and slid an arm around her waist, "a lot." It could have been my imagination, but I was pretty sure I felt Bella shiver. That's right, Bella...two can play at this game. If I didn't know better, I'd think my dick just smirked.


"Oh come on, can you blame me? Really?" Alice looked indignant as she took a sip of her wine and relived the events of our trip to the uniform store.

Bella had done everything she could to ensure that neither her brother nor her father would hear of our date. From making sure her brother was otherwise occupied, to choosing the store they were the least likely to frequent due to it's location and hours. Even though the women at the store knew of her family, it was one of many uniform stores in the area and she knew there would be no reason for anyone to find it strange that the daughter of one of the local police chiefs would be dating a recruit.

Everything was going smoothly until the overly flirtatious seamstress got a little too handsy with Jasper and the eyefucker lunged at her rather unexpectedly. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of her jeans, probably saving that poor girl's life as Alice was a scrappy bitch and I certainly wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her jealous rage. Thank God all that jerking off hasn't affected my reflexes as much as I have been afraid it would. You're welcome naughty seamstress...

We knew not to discuss what had happened too soon after the incident because Alice was pretty riled up and none of us really wanted her wrath upon us. But since Jasper seemed to have a good handle on calming her down, by the time we got to Marcello's, the small Italian restaurant the girls had chosen, Bella decided there was no time like the present to give her friend a bit of a hard time for the scene she had caused.

"Yes, Alice, I can blame you for that shit because you know that Edward and I have to be super careful not to bring unnecessary attention our way. Especially in the middle of a fucking police supply, for Christ's sake. What the hell were you thinking?" Bella asked animatedly as Jasper and I watched closely, anticipating the possible beatdown that might occur between our women at any given moment.

As feisty as they both were, there was no telling what an argument between the two of them could bring. I could tell by the look on Jasper's face that he was doing his best to keep Alice's bitchiness to a minimum, even as I rubbed soothing circles on Bella's knee under the table. We were in a nice restaurant and it happened to be very small and cozy - people were going to start looking if we didn't get them to calm down. And while I knew they would never actually hurt each other, I also knew from what Bella had told me in the past that neither one of them was good at conceding to the other...especially when they both felt very strongly that they were in the right.

"Listen, Bella, if she was touching FuckMeEyes over here," she pointed at me as if we had no idea who she was referring to, "the way she was touching--"

"SexOnAStick," Bella interjected with a shit eating grin on her face.

"Jasper," Alice continued, narrowing her eyes in irritation, "you know damn well that whore wouldn't have walked away. There's no way you can actually be pissed that I did exactly what you would have done if the situation had been reversed."

I thought back to Bella's interaction with my RTO and had no doubt in my mind that Alice was right. Bella wasn't one to back down. She was gorgeous and feisty and fucking hot. And the fact that she was already possessive enough over me that she'd actually have taken a bitch down for hitting on me really made me want to order our food to go and take her back to my place so we could be alone. Very alone. Why the fuck does the image of Bella in a jealous rage turn me on so much? Because, as we discussed earlier, Cullen, you are a perv.

"Why don't we all take a deep breath and figure out what we're going to have for dinner before the waitress comes back?" I wondered if Jasper realized he was risking life and limb by interrupting their little argument, as silly as it was.

I couldn't believe my eyes when Alice relented, smiling at Jasper and picking up her menu without another word. Bella's reaction was similar to mine as she looked at Jasper in awe, holding up her menu in front of her and leaning in to whisper to me.

"What the fuck kind of voodoo magic does that roommate of yours have?" I ducked a little so I was shielded by her menu and shrugged my shoulders at her, snickering under my breath in hopes that Alice didn't hear me. I did not want to be on the little spitfire's bad side, that I knew for sure.

"Seriously, Edward...he has her fucking dickmatized. I have never seen Alice back off like that. Ever."

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "Dickmatized, huh? I think I like the sound of that."

She shook her head and groaned at my blatant insinuation. "Look at your menu and get your mind out of the gutter, Recruit, or your mind is going to be the only part of you that will be seeing any action anytime in the near future. That I can promise you." And in an instant, my dick goes from a possible smirk to the verge of tears. We can not have that shit. Do as she says, asshole, or it's going to be a cold fucking night.

Our waitress came by to take our order and I prayed to all that was holy that she wouldn't have the audacity or stupidity to flirt with either Jasper or me in front of our dates. More often than not when he and I went places together one or both of us ended up being slipped a phone number, which we both quickly discarded when out of view. Whether it was a blatant gesture or under the cuff, it was really nothing new to either one of us. But especially after the scene that took place earlier, I didn't think Alice - or Bella for that matter - would be very appreciative of that shit. And no matter how fast my reflexes still seemed to be, I had no desire to intercept flying silverware in the middle of a nice restaurant. Or anywhere for that matter...something tells me Alice and Bella together could do some serious fucking damage and I like my balls way too much to piss either one of them off.

"I'll have the Linguine with Clam Sauce - white," I heard Bella say, before the waitress turned her attention my way.

"And what can I get for you, Handsome?" Oh my fuck, she did not just say that shit.

Bella cut her eyes to the waitress, glaring at her with a snide little smile on her face as she leaned over and kissed my cheek, staking her claim. Why the fuck was that little kiss so fucking epically hot that my dick just twitched?

Because Bella just let everyone know, me included, that I was hers.

"I'll have the Rigatoni Vodka," I said with a huge shit eating grin on my face, putting my hand on Bella's thigh and squeezing gently while eyeing the silverware in front of her. I breathed a sigh of relief when the waitress moved on to Alice and Jasper without incident. Lady, you have no idea how lucky you are. I just virtually saved your life. You're welcome.


BPOV

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I knew I wanted some alone time with Edward...I had craved that from day fucking one. But now that I was actually going to get what I so badly desired, I was seriously anxious in his presence and that just was not going to do.

Jasper had driven us back to the salon, leaving Edward and I to go back to their place while he took Alice to ours. Alice and I both had to get up early for work in the morning so, although we wouldn't have a ton of one on one time, it was still a big deal. And I didn't want to fuck it up. So, instead, I drove myself crazy with nerves because no one was as good at that as I was.

I struggled to keep my composure as I followed Edward's directions on the way to his house. I could hear the thrum of my heartbeat in my ears and hoped to God it wasn't as loud to him as it was to me.

The scent of him permeated the air, filling the small space between us - I had no idea what cologne he wore, but it was clean and manly and whenever I smelled it, all I could think about was sex. My desire for him was overwhelming and his hand on my thigh was not helping matters. Or maybe it was. I guess it's all in how you look at it, Bella. Oh shit, am I going to look at it? I want to look at it. Oh my God, I'm going to look at it, aren't I?

"This is me here on the right," Edward said quietly, pointing at a beautiful custom built home that I knew for a fact he couldn't afford on his recruit paycheck. I had to fight to keep my mouth from gaping open - not because it was obvious Edward had money, but because up until this moment, I had no idea that was the case. Apparently there was a lot more to him than met the eye...even more so than I already suspected.

I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, turning the key to shut off the engine and waiting patiently as he walked around to the driver's side and opened my door for me. If there was one thing I had learned this evening it was that Edward was very chivalrous and he got agitated if I didn't let him do the whole door thing for me. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had made such a gesture for me, so I was more than willing to play along and pacify him.

As I stepped out of the car Edward shut my door for me and wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me to the garage where he punched some numbers into a keypad and it began to open. He gently pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me and bending his head so he could place a feather light kiss on my bare shoulder. He moved his kisses across my shoulder and up my neck and I shivered from the warmth of his lips.

"Are you cold?" he asked in a husky voice as he ran his tongue along the shell of my ear, tenderly tugging on the lobe with his lips before pulling away to look at me with a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. Police Recruit FuckMeEyes has left the vicinity and has, once again, been replaced with Police Recruit FuckMePlease. And there is no denying he is one smooth motherfucker.

I shook my head in response; we both knew I wasn't shivering because I was cold. Edward chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me into the garage, past his Volvo and into his house. Edward bent down to unlace his boots, slipping them off and picking them up in one hand as he pulled me further into his spacious house with the other.

"I'm going to put these in my room," he said, dropping my hand and motioning toward a black leather couch in front of me. "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

He bent down and gave me a quick kiss before walking across the room to a small hallway that curved to left and led to what I assumed was his bedroom, disappearing from my view completely. I looked around me and was floored at how beautiful Edward's home was. It was spacious and elegant with hardwood floors throughout yet still very masculine at the same time. He had an enormous kitchen complete with dark wood cabinets and marble countertops which could rival my mother's and it made me wonder if cooking was one more thing I could add to the long list of Edward's talents.

I slipped off my heels and sunk into the comfortable leather couch, folding my legs underneath my body while I waited for Edward to return. I had to admit that although I felt anxious that this was actually the first time Edward and I were going to have more than a few moments together...alone...I was actually quite relaxed and content, which was something I rarely fucking felt in any aspect of my life outside of my family and my career.

Edward was changing me...for the better.

A few minutes later, I heard Edward's bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor behind me and I smiled as my heart started pounding once again. It amazed me that without doing anything of consequence he had the ability to make my heart race at any given moment.

He came around the front of the couch, offering me his hand and helping me to my feet before pulling me to him for a lingering kiss. "This," he said, pulling away from me and holding up a dark blue and grey flannel shirt, "is for you. I figured we'd go out on the back patio and sit by the fireplace and I don't want you to be cold."

"Such a gentleman," I teased, rolling my eyes and nudging him with my shoulder. I was pretty certain I wouldn't need it as I was under the impression he planned on keeping me warm, but it was still a nice gesture and I appreciated the fact that Edward never made assumptions when it came to what I may or may not be comfortable with.

He wrapped it around me and stepped back to look at me with a huge smile on his face. "What?" I asked, feeling the familiar blush creep across my face from the way his eyes rolled over me.

"Nothing," he responded, running his hand through his unruly hair. "You just look really good in my clothes, that's all." He flashed me his panty dropping smirk before sauntering into the kitchen and taking a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. He walked over to the island and placed the bottle on the counter, walking over to another set of cabinets to pull out some wine glasses.

I looked at him in his jeans and bare feet and, while I thought the Docs were hot, something about seeing Edward without socks and shoes on his feet made the heat between my legs flare up once again. Jesus Christ, Bella, now you have a fucking foot fetish? You'd think the guy just flashed you his monstrous cock the way you're getting all hot and bothered. Mmm...monstrous cock...wait, what?

"It's amazing to me that it's still so fucking hot during the day and then cools off so much at night. I keep waiting for this heat to let up," he said, walking back to the island and placing the wine glasses on the counter next to the wine bottle.

I leaned on the side of the counter and watched him as he poured us each a glass of wine, and held one out for me to take. "Thanks," I said quietly, taking a sip. "I'm surprised you're complaining about the heat, having come from somewhere so cold and dreary. Most people move here and rave about the weather...especially in the fall. Just wait until summer rolls around. If you think this is bad, you are going to be hating life come March."

"March?" he asked practically choking as he swallowed back his wine. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Where do you think you are, Edward? This is Phoenix. It's as close as you can get to Hell without actually being there."

"Fuck me," he said, blushing as the words came out of his mouth. Be careful what you wish for, Edward...

"I'm not even gonna touch that one," I said, embarrassing myself with the unintentional innuendo my mouth never fucking failed to spew at the least opportune times.

Edward shook his head and chuckled, putting the bottle back in the refrigerator before taking my hand and leading me out the sliding glass doors to his backyard. Immediately, I was in awe. The patio was made of flagstone and immense. To the left was a built-in jacuzzi constructed out of the same stone that was beneath our bare feet. To the right of us was a large seating area with a table and a couch, as well as a few comfy chairs. It was a perfect place for entertaining or stretching out with a good book on a cool fall evening like tonight.

We walked to the two lounge chairs that were sitting in front of a beautiful stone fireplace straight ahead of us. Edward placed our glasses on the table between them before tending to the task of lighting a fire. I stood and took in the view, scanning the pool and the yard beyond it. The landscaping and the cushioned lounge chairs that lined the pool had the feel of an expensive resort and I was amazed at how breathtaking it all was.

Once the fire was burning steadily, Edward turned around to walk to one of the chairs and I couldn't help but gasp at how striking his strong features were when illuminated by the firelight. There was no denying he was handsome. Handsome really didn't even begin to describe his looks, truth be told. But, the brilliant glow of the flames behind him emphasized his amazing features - the strong lines of his jaw, his flawless skin, the spray of copper highlights that ran through his hair, the well defined planes of his broad chest. Even the emerald hue of his eyes seemed brighter and more alive than ever before. I am officially in awe of this man and right about now I can feel my ovaries nodding in agreement.

Edward sat in one of the lounge chairs, patting the cushion next to him and motioning for me to sit next to him. I tentatively sat down and felt his arms surround me, pulling me toward him as I nestled into the warmth of his body. I lay on my side, resting my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as we watched the fire burn in utter silence.

There was something so comforting about being in Edward's arms, breathing in his scent and listening to the steady beat of his heart. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was right where I belonged and I couldn't think of anything other than just being with him. This was right. This was where I was supposed to be.

I had tried so hard to find this feeling with Jake. He had constantly bitched at me and blamed me for being cold or frigid, continuously calling me a workaholic and solely blaming me for the demise of our relationship. While I'd always known it wasn't entirely my fault, in that moment, lying in Edward's arms, I was never more certain of anything in my life. Jake and I never would have made it, no matter how much effort either one of us had put toward saving the relationship. It wasn't meant to be.

This was.

"Your house is beautiful," I said, breaking the silence. "It's not what I expected."

I heard Edward's chuckle deep in his chest as I pushed myself up so I could see the enjoyment on his face with my own eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him and trying my damnedest not to giggle with him. "You sure do find me rather amusing, don't you?"

"Oh stop being a brat," he said, rolling his eyes at me playfully. "I just wonder what your creative mind conjured up when imagining where I lived, that's all."

"I am not a brat," I muttered, annoyed. "And, I'll have you know that my 'creative' mind, as you so eloquently put it, didn't come up with anything. It's just that this place is amazing. And having been the daughter of a cop for my entire life, I know for a fact that a recruit could not afford something like this on his paycheck alone."

"You sure as hell are a cop's daughter, aren't you, Bella? Quite the little detective," he said, tapping his temple before continuing sarcastically, "always thinking."

"Stop teasing me, Edward. I'm starting to get annoyed." I pushed myself up until I was in a fully seated position and reached over to my wine glass, taking a long drink.

"Come here," he coaxed, taking my glass from me and setting it back on the table before pulling me back to him and placing a soft kiss on my lips. My head was swimming from the close contact as I waited for him to fill me in. Sliding back down next to him, I laid my head on his chest and let the sound of his breathing relax me, once again.

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Bella. I didn't mean to piss you off. I just hate talking about this shit."

"I just want to know you, Edward. Really know you. I'm not judging you for coming from money. That would be just as shitty as you judging me for not."

He rubbed soothing circles on my back while telling me a little about his family. I found out he came from a long line of doctors and that his father, Carlisle, was the Chief of Surgery in his hometown of Forks. As he spoke, it really dawned on me that this man I was curled up with was so much more than met the eye. He came from money. He didn't have to work.

A lot of other men in his situation would have lived off of their inheritance, taking vacations and living a life of luxury. But not Edward. Instead, he chose a career that would challenge him both physically and mentally and put his life on the line every day for the sole purpose of helping people. He was a far cry from all the rich kids I had grown up with who had never been grateful a day in their lives for what they had been fortunate enough to be blessed with.

Edward was selfless and kind...and exactly the kind of man my father would want for his little girl. And even though I knew I had no choice, I hated the fact that I had to hide his presence in my life from my family like a dirty little secret. And I knew, deep down, that Charlie and Emmett were both going to be disappointed when they found out I had.

"What are you thinking about?" I felt Edward kiss the top of my head and couldn't help the small sigh that came out of me. First, I lose control of my words, now I'm making involuntary sounds. Next thing you know, I'll be purring like a fucking cat. Nice...

"You," I said, truthfully.

"What about me?"

I lifted myself up so I could look at him, wanting to make sure he could see my face and feel the honesty behind my words.

"I was just thinking about how much my dad would like you. And how I wish, more than anything, that I didn't have to keep this," I placed my hand on his jaw, leaning in to him and placing a kiss on his sweet lips before continuing, "us...hidden from him."

Edward smiled thoughtfully, his eyes shining in the light of the fire. "You're really close with your father, huh?"

"I am. I mean, we're all pretty close. But, I've kind of always been Daddy's Little Girl. He's really protective of me, just like my brother, but not in an overbearing, annoy the shit out of me kind of way."

I rested my head on his shoulder and he snickered at my eternal lack of filter. "Well, that's good, I suppose." He turned his body so he was facing me, both of us laying on our sides, our legs woven together as he ran his hand up my back slowly. We looked at each other, his green eyes dark with a desire I had never seen in them before. His hand slid under my hair and I felt his warm hand on my neck, pulling my face to his. He hesitated for a moment as if asking permission, his gaze burning through me and making the familiar heat flare up between my legs.

Edward groaned as I licked my lips in anticipation, silently begging him to close the space between us. He moved his head toward mine, our lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss fueled by the hunger that made us ache for more of each other.

The heat between my legs turned to dampness as I felt Edward's tongue sweep across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, my tongue coming out to meet his and they intertwined, as my hand started to slide down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I worked my way down his torso.

I wasn't sure if it was too soon, if we were pushing things too far, but in that moment I just didn't care. All I could think about, all I could focus on, was getting closer to him and feeling his bare skin against mine.

As soon as I had his shirt opened, I couldn't resist the urge to pull back, sucking on his bottom lip before disengaging completely and allowing myself to take in the beauty of Edward's bare chest. He was all lean muscle, the firelight flickering over his slightly bronzed skin.

Rising to my knees, I placed my right leg over Edward's lap, moving myself on top of him. He watched me with hooded eyes as I lowered myself so I was straddling him, placing my hands on his shoulders and leaning forward to claim his lips once again. I felt his hands on my bare skin as the found their way under the hem of my shirt, encircling my waist for a brief moment before gliding down into the waistband of my jeans and cupping my bare ass. He lightly fingered the fabric of my thong, snapping it gently and making me squirm. Oh. My. God. He's touching my naked ass. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Hmm...I wonder how long it'll be till I touch his? Rawr.

He made a sound that resembled a growl as he lifted his hips, his fingers pressing into the skin of my ass with force as he ground his hard, denim covered cock against me. I broke our kiss, letting out a moan, and closing my eyes as I started to move my hips, sliding myself back and forth against him, feeling his dick grow harder with each pass.

Edward's lips found my ear, sucking gently on the lobe before trailing his tongue down my neck and nipping my skin tenderly with his teeth. He took his hands off my ass and slipped his shirt off my shoulders, my nipples hardening as the crisp evening air invaded the warmth between us.

"Oh my God Bella, you are fucking amazing," he said in a gritty voice laced with his desire as I ran my fingers through his hair and leaned forward to capture his lips between mine.

Our breathing started to escalate as his hands found their way back to my ass, slowing my rhythm as he thrust himself into me with fervor, moaning as he found the friction he longed for. I lost myself in the moment, crying out his name as I felt everything tighten inside of me, my panties wet with my need for him. All of him.

"Hey guys! What the hell are you doing out..." I heard Jasper's voice moving closer and gasped with the realization that, once again, we were fucking caught in a compromising position. At least we weren't caught fucking in a compromising position, right? Ugh...good one, Bella.

"Fucking cockblocking asshole," Edward muttered under his breath as I buried my face in his neck, trying to fight off the giggles that were trying to escape my throat.

I heard the door slam as Jasper fled into the house before Edward had a chance to get up and kick his ass.

"I'm really sorry," he said, shaking his head in exasperation.

I looked at my watch. "It's okay, Edward. It's getting late anyway, and I have to work in the morning. I guess we'll have to, um...continue this another time?" I asked awkwardly, feeling the obnoxiously familiar heat creep over my cheeks once again.

"Oh, you can count on that," he said with his cocky smirk, slapping my ass.

I sighed in response, adjusting my clothing before lifting myself off of him. Fuck my life. I guess I'm not going to see it afterall...


Ok, don't slap me. *hides her head in shame* Sexy times are coming, I promise! Copward and Snarkella just aren't quite THERE yet, KWIM?

Having said that, today is my birthday and there's nothing I'd love more than the gift of your review...Can you do that for me? Please?