Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Rated M.

When they reached the silver Volvo, Edward pinned her against the passenger door and captured her mouth with his. Bella darted her tongue out, tasting his lip. She was glad of his body, pressed firmly against hers because she was suddenly certain she'd forgotten how to stand.

"Bella…" he murmured between kisses. "When I hear what all those boys are thinking about you…what they want to do to you…it drives me crazy. But then, I remember that I can do this …" He framed her face with cool hands and crushed his mouth to hers again. "And I just can't help myself."

She could feel his cold, sweet breath on hers, and the sensations of hot and cold together made her lips tingle delightfully. She never wanted it to stop. It was erotic and pleasurable and so not what she should be doing right now at school.

Edward moved his hands down to the curve of her hip. Bella sucked in a breath when he picked her up, and she managed to wrap her legs around his waist. She was firmly sandwiched between Edward and the Volvo, but the new position allowed her to rock against him. Edward groaned and pulled her tighter to his body. She could feel his erection pressed against her.

"I want to take you right here," Edward whispered. "Would you like that?"

She moaned. Edward could hardly stand it. The little noises that escaped from her throat, the taste of her kisses, the warmth that radiated from her body, from between her legs, drove him crazy.

"Open the door." She responded.

Edward slid her down to her feet and quickly unlocked the car. He opened the door and allowed Bella to push him into the back seat before she tumbled in on top of him. She steadied herself, knees splayed, one hand on his shoulder, one against his chest. He shuddered under her touch, and ran his hands up and down her thighs. Bella's hair was loose and cascaded over her shoulders. Up on her knees, her chest was right at his eye level, and Edward held his breath when she arched her back, shifting closer to him.

He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer still. Bella responded by pressing her breasts against him, and he placed a kiss just below her collarbone.

Suddenly, Edward moved his hands to the hem of her sweater and tugged it up. Bella raised her arms so he could pull her top up and over her head, before tossing it on the floor. His cold hands immediately skimmed back over her stomach and ribcage to her chest, and he began tracing his fingers softly over the lacy fabric of her bra. He leaned in and exhaled, blowing his icy breath over her breasts. She shivered, and his eyes flashed darkly.

Edward smiled a half smile, before pressing his cold lips over a nipple, enveloping it with the O of his mouth. She felt his tongue flitting in and out, as he trailed it over the fabric of her bra. Bella squirmed; the feeling was intensely satisfying and frustrating at the same time. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, listening to her heart pounding in her ears.

She wondered how much more difficult that had to make this for him. She knew the sound of her heartbeat filled the small space of the car, and he could see her pulse pounding at her throat. She swallowed a few times and opened her eyes again to look down at him. His honey eyes sparkled and she could clearly make out the desire on his face.

He was surrounded by Bella, lost in the haze of her scent, her feel, and her taste. Love, lust, and hunger were all at odds in his body, and he struggled to control his need for her.

God, she was perfect.

He moved his hand to her face, tracing a line up her jaw to her lips with his fingers. She sucked his finger into her mouth, curling her tongue and grazing her teeth over his smooth skin. He pressed his finger against her tongue, before pulling it back out to brush it over her bottom lip.

Bella shifted and moaned, and he grasped her hips, pulling her down onto his lap. She rolled her hips back and forth, back and forth. He groaned and cupped her breast with a cool hand again.

Bella reached down between her legs to press a hand to the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched delightfully, and he lifted his hips into her touch.

She sat back on his legs and looked at him intently. He held his breath as her eyes locked on his. She ran her tongue over her lips before breaking his stare, moving her eyes to his lips and then down his neck to his shoulders and chest. She held her gaze, drinking in his beauty. The smooth white skin of his throat flowed to the ribbed neckline of his thin charcoal sweater. The perfect musculature of his body was barely concealed until the thin fabric, and she reached her hand out to stroke the marble contours of his chest.

She trailed her fingers down his flat stomach, marveling at his perfection and let her eyes fall to his hips.

The waistband of his jeans pulled away from his stomach, straining against his arousal and exposing a thin slice of skin along his waist. She traced a fingertip along his waist, and he could feel her heart stutter against her ribs.

She took a deep breath and fumbled with the button on his jeans. He felt it slip free before warm fingers tugged at the zip.

She slid his pants down over his hips, fingers grazing the swell of his cock through the thin fabric of his striped boxers. She hesitated for a second before wrapping her thumb and forefinger around him, sliding soft cotton against cold skin.

He groaned under her touch and pushed his hips out, adjusting himself so his cock poked out of the fly of his boxers.

Her breath caught in her throat. Of course, he was ten times more perfect than she ever could have imagined. She stared down at him; his pale skin was flushed. He was beautiful, and he was very hard.

She decided that she could look at him all day. In all of her sexual fantasies, she had never imagined him quite like this…

Bella tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. She licked her lips and tentatively trailed her fingers up and down his hard length. He shuddered under her touch and stared into her eyes intently, waiting.

"Show me what to do." She whispered.

He took her hand in his and wrapped it around the base of his cock, before moving their hands together up and down, up and down.

He removed his hand, and she repeated the motion slowly a few times before picking up speed, gripping him firmly and allowing her hand to glide over his cool, smooth skin.

She could feel his hips thrusting to meet her strokes. "Bella, yes… faster, oh, faster…"

Hearing him say her name like that, feeling him move underneath her was electrifying.

She could feel his body tense underneath her, his eyes closed, and she could hear his breath quicken.

"Oh…oh shit!"

"What?"

"Alice."

"What!"

But it was too late. Bella felt him shudder, and his fingers tightened against the seat. His hips jerked and his cock pulsed against her palm, as he came over her hand. He leaned back, breathless, lost in the moment, before quickly reaching for a towel on the floorboard.

It was the hottest thing Bella had ever seen; she was simultaneously thrilled she made him come, but also very confused.

"Alice? What do you—"

But Edward was moving too quickly. He tossed her sweater in her lap and was wiping his stomach, her fingers with the towel.

"Put your shirt on love, quickly…"

Bella was so wrapped up in her thoughts of Edward and what had just happened, that she did not notice Alice until she materialized by the back seat window.

Thankfully, Edward knew that his siblings had not seen anything. He had heard Alice's thoughts as they approached and had quickly performed emergency, evasive cover-up maneuvers.

Unfortunately, it was still painfully obvious what they'd been doing, with Bella pulling her sweater back over her head and Edward struggling to wipe himself off and zip up his fly.

He could hear Emmett's deafening laugher before his face appeared outside the car window.

"Alice! He's not killing her, he's getting off on her!" Emmett roared with delight.

Bella looked up to see Alice beaming at them through the window.

Edward opened the door, and Bella heard him sigh heavily. "Why the fucking entourage?" he asked.

Emmett was suddenly very interested in his shoes and Jasper, who was standing behind his brother, began staring intently at the sky.

Alice grinned sheepishly.

"Seriously?" Edward questioned. "Give me a little credit…"

"They're just a bit skeptical, Edward. I knew you were fine. I just let them come to pacify their overactive imaginations." Alice looked mildly apologetic, but couldn't help but flash a wide smile at Bella.

"Well," Jasper began, still not lowering his eyes. "Y'all just disappeared from the cafeteria, and you haven't hunted for a while. We're just looking out for you man."

"Which is why Alice and I are going shortly." Edward snapped. "But you didn't think I could wait? I just needed to lure Bella out to the parking lot for a little pre-hunt snack?"

Both Jasper and Emmett continued to look everywhere except at Edward.

"And Rosalie would just prefer if I went ahead and offed her already – save everyone the extended concern."

Rosalie, obviously, was the only Cullen who hadn't accompanied Alice to the parking lot.

"Nah…" Emmett interjected. "Of course not. She just needed to fix her makeup or something before 6th period begins."

Leave it to Rose to clarify her priorities.

Bella, at this point, was beyond mortified. Still, Edward's siblings had clearly been very relieved to find them just, well… She blushed and squirmed uncomfortably. But, if the alternative was… She shuddered, trying to push that thought out of her mind. This was too weird.

"Are you ready to go?" Alice asked her brother.

"Not quite yet," Edward responded. "Give me a few minutes."

Alice turned and glided away with Emmett and Jasper trailing behind.

"You're leaving?" Bella questioned sadly once they were alone.

"Yes. But only for one night. Alice and I are going hunting. I'll be back at school tomorrow. I intend to spend as much time as I possibly can with you, Bella. But there is no reason to take unnecessary risks." He smiled down at her softly and brought one hand up to stroke her cheek. "I'll be thinking of you the whole time."

Bella seriously considered ditching the remainder of the day. But then everyone would assume she was with Edward. And, what was the point of missing class if she didn't actually get to be with him?

So, Bella dutifully sat through Biology at her empty lab table and then forced herself to go to gym.

She had just shut herself into a stall in the locker room when she heard two girls enter. They stepped in front of the mirror, and Bella heard Jessica Stanley's shrill voice fill the room.

"Where do you think Bella ran off to with Edward at the end of lunch today?"

"Dunno…" the other girl responded.

"Well," Jessica continued. "She probably just went to blow him in the front seat of his car or something. Not that I can blame her or anything… Edward Cullen is hot. I'd so like to do that. I wonder why he's with her though. I mean, I guess guys think she's pretty and all, but I just don't get it…"

"Mike Newton certainly thinks she is…" the other girl, who Bella now recognized as Lexi, responded.

"Ouch, bitch." Jessica shot back. She sounded a little stung by Lexi's remark, but her tone remained playful.

"Do you think he's fucked her?" Lexi asked seriously.

"I dunno…probably…I mean, why else would he be with her? Unless, maybe she's holding out or something. Guys sometimes totally go for the hard to get girls."

Jessica paused before continuing. "You know, I think I know a way we can figure out exactly what's going on between them."

The two girls finished touching up their makeup and left the room, still talking about Edward and Bella's alleged sex life.

Bella stayed in the stall a bit longer, replaying the conversation in her head. Obviously Jessica was not quite the friend she thought she was, but she was oddly fascinated by the fact that she seemed to care so much about her relationship with Edward. She was hurt by the fact that Jessica had said Edward was only in it for the sex, but of course she knew otherwise, right?.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder exactly what Jessica intended to do to "figure out exactly what was going on" between herself and Edward.

That night, Bella busied herself with homework and chores. She cooked meatloaf with peas for dinner and finally responded to her mother's many emails. She didn't mention Edward specifically, but told her mom there a boy she "was kinda into." That would satisfy Renee and assure her that her daughter was adjusting well to her new school and starting to make some friends. Bella didn't feel the need to share just how much this "boy" was beginning to monopolize her every thought.

She got ready for bed early, running water for a shower and undressing in front of the bathroom mirror. Bella stared at her naked body while she let the water warm up. She was very thin but also slightly soft, certainly not athletic. Her eyes were bright, and her skin was creamy pale. Her brown hair fell in soft curls nearly to her waist. She moved her hands up her narrow waist, across her flat stomach, and to her breasts. Bella sighed. She knew she was pretty, and she had always been contented enough with her body. Still, she was at a loss to find anything remarkable enough about it to tempt Edward.

How could she possibly be good enough for him? She closed her eyes momentarily and pictured his beautiful face before stepping into the hot shower.

After she'd toweled off and returned to her bedroom, Bella pulled on a pair of green cotton boyshorts to sleep in. She slipped into bed, savoring the feel of the cool sheets against her bare skin.

And, for yet another night, she fell asleep to dream of Edward Cullen.

a/n: Reviews feel like Edward in the back seat.