AN: A reviewer said thanks for the quick updates…they're only quick because they're so short. This is actually the way I began writing fan fiction, over on the official forum for an Australian TV show. We'd write very short updates. Updating daily, if not multiple times a day. So this 'drabble' style, isn't actually so new to me.

Thanks to those who felt it was good enough to leave a review. This is for you.

Chapter 8

I was close enough to smell him. He smelled fresh, and I could see his hair was still a little damp from showering.

Instead of taking his zipper down I decided we probably needed to start with a little touching, just to get things warmed up a little. I reached forward taking his glass of scotch and placing it on the bar. I wanted his hands free. He seemed to be looking down at my décolletage, so I gently took one of his hands, spread his palm flat and placed it between my breasts.

His hand transferred warmth throughout my body, right down to my very core. My heart was beating rapidly, my chest heaving just a little under his touch. He was mesmerized watching my breasts, seemingly stuck in some sort of trance.

"Can I ask you a question Edward?" I asked hesitantly, quietly.

His green eyes flicked up to mine. He licked his lips and then nodded.

"When was the last time you were with a woman?" His eyes widened, surprised again at my forwardness.

"I don't think that's really any of your business Belle."

"Edward," I continued softly. "I'm here for one very specific reason. If we're going to proceed, then I want to make sure I have enough information to make you feel as good as possible. Now, if it's been quite a while, I don't want to tire you out right out of the gate. But if this is a regular thing for you, then we're pretty much go….."

"This isn't a regular thing for me," he interrupted. Hand still on my chest. Fingers twitching as if he wanted to stretch them out and really feel.

"Then it's been a while then?" He nodded. "Good, okay." I took his hand in mine and turned taking a step away from him towards the lounge. "Come with me then Mr President." I smirked over my shoulder as I gave him a glimpse of my ass.

I stood in front of the lounge pointing at where I wanted him. "Sit."

Edward took in a deep breath and then sat. His hands by his sides.

"I don't often find myself in a situation where I'm not sure how to proceed," he said, looking up at me through his long dark lashes. I can only imagine it would be difficult for such a man to show so much vulnerability.

I stepped in between in his legs, standing above him, hands on my hips. He was the most powerful man in the world. But right at that moment I felt like I held all of the power.

"Well why don't you just leave it to me then?"

"Because, Miss Belle," he said softly, "I like to be in control." All the vulnerability was gone. His hands slowly lifted to the back of me knees. He caressed the skin there a few times, before firmly tugging them forward so I was forced to straddle him. I came down hard, my hands settling with force on his shoulders to stop myself from falling right onto him.

He grinned up at me cheekily.