Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all that is Twilight. I alas do not.

BPOV

"You're looking quite happy today," Lana observed. "Big plans for your day off tomorrow?"

"Just looking forward to a quiet day. It seems like it's been forever to have two days off in a row."

Edward was standing behind Lana with a smile I assumed mirrored my own. His golden eyes had me dazzled.

After our shift ended we walked out to our cars. "Would you like to come over now?"

"Actually I think it's best if I hunt first. How about I come over in a few hours?"

"You're right Edward, that's probably best. Could you call me later to let me know you're on your way?"

When my phone rang two hours later I felt like I would explode out of my skin. I was so anxious for this moment that had been more than a dozen years in the making. I felt as if I were sitting on pins and needles. After the call I began to pace around the room, straightening things that were perfectly straight.

As I heard the purring of his engine shut off in my driveway I found myself standing in the open doorway. I watched his fluid movements as he got out of the car and approached me. The full moon glinted off his face. I couldn't believe that this was actually going to happen.

I ushered him inside silently. I think he may be as nervous as I am.

He stopped and turned to face me when we reached the middle of the living room. Both of us were frozen in the moment.

"Well…" our voices were a chorus.

"Would it be okay if I took charge here? Seeing as I am the more experienced one?" I tried not to smirk. You see, I was hemming and hawing stalling for time … even though I had been waiting so long. Strange how the mind works but shuts down when you need it most.

"That might be best."

I dragged him over to the couch.

No time like the present. Gotta jump in with both feet.

Stop with the idioms Isabella and get on with it I chastised myself.

I pushed down on his shoulders to get him to sit and I climbed on his lap straddling his hips.

"Don't move," I whispered.

We were nearly nose to nose, sitting on his lap had removed our height differences, just one more step on equalizing the playing field. He had always been afraid of hurting me so I was going to take over the reins, this was my show and I would take the lead. Enough with the stupid idioms!

I lowered my lips to his letting them graze back and forth over his. Slowly I wound my fingers into his hair and more firmly planted my lips on his. I loved the silky texture of his disheveled mop of hair. Slowly I could feel his lips begin to respond to mine. He was holding back. "Touch me Edward," I rasped out softly. His hands which had been clenched into fists at his side relaxed. He brought one hand to the back of my neck lacing his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp. His other hand found a gap between the hem of my shirt and the waist of my slacks and rubbed soothing circles on my lower back. His hands may have been cold but it set me afire.

Slow but steady wins the race. Shit Bella now you are citing Aesop's fables?!

Just take this one step at a time. Alex I'll take Proverbs for $500.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, slow my racing heart, and hopefully quiet my mind.

As he watched my every movement I brought my hands to the top button of my blouse and popped open the button. His hands were once again clenched at his sides and before I continued with the buttons I took his hands in mine and coaxed them to relax before placing them firmly on my ass. I held my hands over his making sure that he would leave them there. I showed him that it was okay, even good if he would knead and press, he didn't have to remain a statue, he needed to be a full participant. I would be his guide.

I continued opening the remaining buttons but left my shirt closed. I sensed that he wasn't quite ready for me to expose myself to him like that.

Next I went to work on the buttons of his shirt. When I had opened the last button he released his hold on my bottom so I could remove his shirt. Unfortunately he was also wearing a t-shirt underneath his button down. Of his own accord, he had returned his hands to my bottom and continued gently massaging.

It took every ounce of fortitude I possessed not to rock back and forth on his erection. I could feel it straining and pressing against my heated center.

Breathe Bella... breathe.

Instead, I took the time to feel the contours of his chest and shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt. Finally I reached for the hem of his tee and crept my hands higher gathering the material at my wrists as I moved upwards. When I could move no further he released his grasp on me and let me pull the offending garment over his head.

I stared at his chest bringing my hands up to stroke the firm planes. He reminded my of the statue of the Greek god Apollo I had seen at the Getty Museum. Apollo, the Greek god of light and the sun, of medicine and healing, music and the arts-- Edward.

He watched intently as I caressed and explored each square inch of his exposed skin. I explored not only with my hands but with feather-light kisses where I could easily reach. When he had not taken the initiative to remove my blouse I let it slide from my shoulders to drop to the floor. I sat, still straddling his lap, now clad only in my slacks and a lacy blue demi-cup bra. My erratic breaths exagerating the rise and fall of my chest.

Tentatively, I went to unclasp my bra but he stopped me saying, "Wait please, just give me a moment."

As we sat there in stillness I watched his eyes which had darkened considerably since his arrival lighten back to a deep golden. I realized belatedly that he had stopped breathing at some point and was now once again taking small shallow breaths. I needed to pay more attention but I was getting so wrapped up in the feeling of his body beneath mine and the feel of his hands upon my body.

It was all other worldly but I needed to keep my attention focused as a wandering mind could have dire consequences.

A/N

One more piece of the puzzle to go...

Dire consequences?

Or delicious consequences?