A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY again! I warned you this chapter would take a while :/ I took the SAT this weekend and then I was at ECLIPSE PROM which was so amazing (go to my myspace if you wanna see pics) If you were at the second one, I was wearing the emerald green mermaid-ish dress with the train that everyone kept stepping on... SO without further ado: Bella and Edward, the sexual fiends! (Yes, they are probably more sexual than Steph Meyer will have them be... but this is a fanfic... Bella and Edward are hers, though we all wish he was ours, and I'm just playing with them for a while before I have to give them back hehe)

It wasn't until the car door opened, letting all the scents of the forest inside, that she woke from her reminiscing. Edward was holding out a hand for her to take; they were home. It was most likely Jasper, combined with the sight of the Cullens' house- Bella's misery lifted (for now, at least). He wrapped an arm around her waist, worried that she might collapse again or do something else un-vampire-like, but she seemed steady now. They passed through the house, all his family suspiciously out of sight.

"Go on upstairs and I'll bring your stuff." When she disappeared around the corner, he heard movement behind him; Alice stood leaning against the doorframe. She suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, giggling violently.

Edward was afraid of what her response would be, but asked, "What?" anyways.

Her eyes sparkled maniacally as she replied, "I never imagined you could do it for that long… well I'm not surprised. After all, you are a century-old virgin."

Edward coughed into his fist to disguise the grin that overtook him both internally and externally. He couldn't help but peek into Alice's mind and be dazzled by the fanfare of rather intimate images that played there. If it had been possible for him to blush a deep fire-engine red that reached his ears, it would have happened now. "Alice," he whined, "Please stop?"

She batted his arm playfully. "Oh come on, it's not like you haven't been in my mind when I was thinking about Jasper."

"That's different," he retorted. She gave him dubious eyebrows; he sighed. "Okay, so it's not that different. But can you at least not tease me about it? After all, it is our first time."

She smiled her best big-sister smile. "She'll love it Edward, don't change a thing."

He brightened considerably. "Really?"

"Yep," she nodded and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Edward to climb at a more human pace, smiling in anticipation.

He was met by the sight of Bella's empty room. "In here," came her voice, at a slightly lower timbre than usual; the tone intrigued him. He made his way to his own room, forcing himself not to sprint down the hall. He opened the door, and music with a slow, undulating beat spilled over him. Bella reclined on his couch with an expression of anticipation mixed in with desire and nervousness, and a smirk that went straight to his groin covering it all. He shut the door behind him and locked it. "What is this?" he attempted to ask casually, motioning to his sound system.

"I have no idea, it's Alice's. I know it's not something either of us would usually listen to, but I kind of like it- don't you?"

He considered it. It sounded like electronica and Moroccan had a baby; it wasn't particularly complicated, and the singer's voice wasn't anything to praise, but the way it made him feel… it made him want to roll his hips in the most peculiar way. He closed his eyes and let the bass take him; when he opened them again, Bella was pressed against him- one hand tickling the back of his neck, and the other on his shoulder. "I don't believe it," he commented, bringing his lips to her neck, "do you mean you actually want to dance?" She nodded and looked up at him with hazy, hungry eyes.

They danced. And it was nothing like when they had waltzed at prom. Bella was reveling in her new body, every synapse firing, basking in the glory of the friction created between them. The entirety of their torsos touched, hips rolling sinuously against the others'… two lithe figures, entwined. A scene from a movie floated into her head- two teens grinding in front of a black and white projection; she smiled at the thought that it was what she and Edward looked like now.

A muffled scream echoed from somewhere in the house. Bella turned to the door, alarmed, but Edward just shook his head. "It's just… Rosalie." Another noise came that sounded like an angry grizzly bear… he rolled his eyes. "And Emmett."

She stared at him with wide incredulous eyes for a moment, then caught herself. "Oh," she muttered sheepishly, "so that's what vampires do at night."

He chucked and led her over to the couch, the music still playing seductively in the background. "What did you think vampires did at night?"

She hesitated, his response simultaneously expected and surprising, then replied, "Watch humans sleep?"

He laughed quietly, pulling her a little closer and replied, "That's just me, though I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed it."

She bit her lip, hesitating again. "But not as much as you'd enjoy… me."

He let out a barely audible moan that melted into her name, "Bella, I seriously doubt I'd enjoy watching you more than being with you."

She looked down and swept her fingers over the leather, embarrassed but pleased. "Do you know how much I've thought about… doing… things? On this couch?"

He threw his head back and his shoulders shook with silent mirth. "Trust me, I'm sure it's exponentially less than the time I've spent."

Unbidden, an image came to Bella's mind of Edward lying on this very couch, his whole family gone, unzipping his jeans, calling out her name… she tried unsuccessfully to chase the dirty thoughts from her mind. Screw it, she thought.

She rose up on her knees and placed one on either side of his legs, straddling him on the black leather couch like she had imagined doing so many times. Her mouth fell to his with sloppy open-mouthed kisses as she ground her hips onto his. Moaning into her mouth, he grasped her hips forcefully, celebrating internally at one more thing he could do now that she was one of his kind. Those hips had tortured him when she walked, her curves teasing him, begging to be touched and kissed.

His hands sent her quivering as they glided over her waist, her hips, her thighs. An idea struck her; she wasn't sure why, but she was suddenly sure that this, more than anything, was what she wanted to do. She wanted to repay him in some way for everything he had done for her. For resisting the impulse to kill her when they were together, for saving her life innumerable times, for loving her.

She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed her way down his chest until she reached the waistband of his jeans, then slipped in one finger above his zipper; his hips bucked involuntarily. "Button fly?" she asked, waggling her eyebrows at him, even though nervousness still obviously permeated her movements.

When did this happen? Edward wondered as she slithered down off the couch onto the floor. When did Bella the Temptress come into existence? Not that he minded of course, but- then it clicked. "Bella wait," he grabbed her hands.

She looked up at him, dazed, lips plump with too much kissing. "You don't… want…"

He grabbed her up and held her close, his voice tight with concern and embarrassment. "Bella, of course I want this. But Jasper is definitely influencing us due to what he's most likely doing right now, and plus I just… well, I wasn't going to tell you, but I sort of had a… plan."

Her lips curved up into a smile. "I don't care about Jasper. I'm pretty sure I'd feel this way without him and- wait- you had a plan for this?"

He trailed his fingertips down her arm, not meeting her eyes. "I've wanted this for more than a century. I've had plenty of time to think about it. I've known for a while… how I- wanted you. And you must believe me, I've thought- I've fantasized about you more than I care to say. Probably more than is healthy… but… tomorrow. I promise."

She never imagined, when he entered the room, that they would end up discussing their sexual fantasies about each other. He kissed her temple and relished the sight of her mouth hanging open in shock.

A/N: Yepppp sorry to be cruel, but it's gonna happen next chapter! I swear! Hope you liked the little taste you got though (and thought Emmett's grizzly-gasm as hilarious as I did) Oh and either next chapter or the one after it is going to be the last chapter :( I have a few ideas for a sequel, but we'll see! The song they're listening to is "Inertia Creeps" from Massive Attack... I actually got it from a Ron/Hermione fanfic over at checkmated (SUCH a great romantic HP fic site!) so if the person who wrote that happens to be reading, I loved your fic! And you addicted me to that song :) Look it up on youtube if you wanna hear it. Just minimize it and listen. And review:) Thank all of you so much for getting me to 60 reviews... it makes me so happy!!!

Update 5/14: OMG 80 reviews I love you guys!!! I'm honestly working hard on chapter 10... and it's taking a while. I'm being as detailed as possible (mehehe) but I do have AP's tomorrow and the next day... it'll be up as soon as inhumanly possible promise!