Many thanks as always to my dear friends for pre-reading and betaing this one.

I don't own the characters, but I like to play with them.

In the morning I woke up feeling extra warm and cozy. One arm slang over my waist, feet tangled with mine, breath fanning over my neck…and yes, definitely something poking me in the ass.

Stretching and yawning I turned around slowly. Edward hugged me tighter, burrowing his face in the crook of my neck. I stroked his cheek with the back of my finger, as I moved one of my legs between his. I bet we were as close as we could get without actually being intimate.

He moaned quietly, kissing my neck. I was sure he thought it was a dream so I decided to play with him.

One hand under his shirt, tracing his abs up to his pebbled nipple. My tongue on his strong jaw. My other hand in his hair. My hips moving along with his.

Until he jerked away, gasping for air and looking at me with wide eyes.

"Oh, God! Bella!" he squeaked, sitting and bundling up the duvet in his lap. His whole face turned red. "I'm so sorry! Christ."

"Hey, it's okay," I whispered, feeling horrible for embarrassing him. I crawled to him, to which he scurried back, keeping the duvet over his lap, frowning.

Amused, I sat next to him, and cupped his face in my hands. "Baby, really, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. You were there all warm, sleepy and squishy. I couldn't help myself," I admitted. "On another note…" I leaned closer, nudging his nose with mine. "Happy birthday."

A small smile appeared on his face. "You remembered."

"Duh. You're…" I scratched my head. "Twenty-three?"

"Yeah…going one hundred and nine."

I grinned, descending for a kiss. Somehow, during the kissing session—I didn't give a fuck about the morning breath—I ended up on his lap. Edward put his hands on my hips to still me probably but slowly I lowered until I touched perfection. A loud groan escaped me, effectively breaking the kiss.

Our eyes met, and if the idiot on the other side of my door hadn't knocked right then, I was sure Edward would have become a man in the next few minutes.

"Wake up, love birds! Busy day ahead!" Jake pounded on the door. "Are you up already?"

"Something's definitely up," I mumbled, giggling.

Edward covered his face with his hands, while I slipped out of the bed. I opened the door glaring at Jake.

His eyebrows pulled up. "You don't look freshly fucked." He sounded shocked.

"Because you're a cockblocker!" I hissed, pushing past him out the room and stomping my way to the kitchen.

Brady was at the table looking still sleepy, carrying spoonful after spoonful of cereal with milk to his mouth. It was probably an automatism.

"Morning," I greeted him, patting his head.

"I told him not to be a cockblocker," he muttered. "It's enough he ruined one's morning, no need to do it for others…"

I grabbed a granola bar and jumped on the counter. "What did he do?"

"I was the only one awake! It was odd," Jake commented coming in the kitchen with a sullen looking Edward behind. "So I decided to wake everyone."

"Fuck you," Brady gritted out.

I leaned forward to grab Edward's hand, tugging him closer and wrapping my legs around his. "What would you like to eat?"

He shrugged one shoulder, still looking slightly embarrassed. If I put my mind to it I'd have my way with him right then and there, but not with these two in the house.

An idea came up to me and I made sure to tuck it away for later.

"Come on. There's cereal and milk." I pointed to the table. "Or not," I averted when I saw Jake pouring half of the cereal box in his bowl. "I can make an omelet."

"Don't worry. I don't need much."

I pursed my lips. "Edward, I want to do this. It's your birthday."

"Fine…whatever is okay."

"We don't have whatever," Jake told him amused.

I rolled my eyes, pushing my boyfriend to the table, glaring at my best friend. I turned to the stove to prepare our breakfast.

When it was done, I started plating the omelet, but before I could turn to go to the table, Brady appeared next to me with his bowl and spoon.

"Hey, I need to tell you something," I whispered, leaning closer.

"Yeah?"

I glanced over my shoulder glad to see Edward and Jake talking, distracted.

"Can you and Jake make scarce tonight?" I whispered, feeling my cheeks burning.

Brady chuckled. "I can do it, but I can't keep Jake away."

"You have to. Please… Maybe we can go to a bar or something later and…I take Edward back at some point. You stay out…"

"Until morning? Uh, Bee, I can find myself a chick and disappear, but Jake lives here."

"Vanessa!" I exclaimed.

"What about her?" Jake asked defensively.

I turned to him beaming. Another glance at Brady, he saw my mischievous plan and winked. I quickly told both Edward and Jake about the plan…leaving out the returning back here alone with Edward. Jake picked on that on his own.

If Edward figured out my plans he didn't let it show.

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We spent the day out once we got a move on, around noon.

Edward got sidetracked while he was getting dressed by phone call after phone call from his family.

Just when we were about to get out the door, the landline phone rang loudly. We all stared at it as if it was a ticking bomb then with a shrug I rushed to answer on the fifth ring.

Brady groaned loudly saying we'd find him outside. I gestured for them all to wait outside.

It was Dad on the phone, and with that occasion, I told him I'd visit soon. He let me know when it would be a good time because he planned a fishing trip with Billy.

And then finally, I was out the door too. At the sight that greeted me outside, I expected the day to turn out horrible.

Brady was on the stairs, smoking, Jake was leaning against the building on his phone, texting...probably to Vanessa, and Edward was creating a dent in the pavement, his hands deep in his pockets.

We hit the mall, which gave me an excuse to disappear to the "bathroom" at some point and return with a bunch of music Edward liked. He was gob smacked and kissed me right then and there, lifting me off my feet. I loved it and when he started to pull back, I kept him close, parting his lips with my tongue.

I can't wait for tonight. I was giddy all day long.

After a movie that I didn't really see all thanks to Edward, we decided to hit a bar. Brady said he knew one, and I didn't even care how he knew a bar here…in Seattle.

It was still early in the evening so we found good spots at the bar. I ended up between Edward and Brady—typical. Beer for warming up, then heavy stuff.

As the night progressed so did the number of shots we did while we shared stories and had fun. Eventually, we moved to a table. It was the right decision because apparently my Edward couldn't keep his alcohol. On the next round, I told Jake to buy him a bottle of water.

I wanted him to remember tonight…unlike me. This would be our first time together like that. I'd hate to make it a foggy memory.

Sometime later while I was in the middle of arguing with Brady about the release year of Whole Lotta Love from Led Zeppelin, Jake deserted us.

It was time. Even though I hated to give up when I knew I was right, I nudged Brady's knee and jerked my chin to the dance floor.

"You want to dance?" he shouted, shocked.

I looked panicked at Edward, but he appeared to be in his world, tugging at the plastic around the bottle of water.

"You need to go and find yourself a piece of…a girl." I wanted to slap myself. I spent too much time around boys to remember to talk nicely about my fellow girls.

"Oh!" He nodded. "Already?"

I pointed at Edward. "I need to take him home and sober him up."

"You do that. Make it memorable. I know how much you love him." He pecked my cheek then walked around the table, clapped Edward on the shoulder jerking him away from his thoughts. "You two go home. I'll stick around here. Being a bachelor has its perks." Brady patted Edward's back twice then left, getting lost in the crowd.

"We're going home? Alone?" he asked me.

"If that's okay with you?" I asked back.

"It's more than fine. Is this your plan to make me a man?"

I laughed, taking his hand. "Let's go, turn you into a real man! I promise to be gentle."

He stumbled after me as I made my way to the exit. "What if I don't want you to be gentle?"

It was my turn to stumble. I glanced at him to make sure I heard him right.

The next second, my back collided with a wall and Edward's mouth was on mine. "I've waited far too long to have you…to make you mine."

"Not here." I moaned. "Let's go home. We can walk so we sober up. It's not that far away, only a few blocks."

All the way home, we groped, kissed, used all the walls on the way as brace for out making out sessions. The cool air sobered Edward quickly and I couldn't wait to get home already.

I kept reminding myself that men didn't need candles and flowers on their first time, but this was Edward—last century Edward. I wanted to make it grand for him.

At last, we arrived home. The second we were inside the apartment, I kicked the door shut and locked up before Edward picked me up and pressed my back to it, kissing roughly up and down my neck.

"We're doing this?" he wondered.

"Yep." I tangled my fingers in his hair, lifting his head so I could kiss him. Our lips were going to be bruised, but I couldn't get enough of him.

So many months of waiting in high school, so many months of stalling since we reunited—it was finally happening.

He stopped for a second, wrapping my legs around his waist, arms around me, before slowly carrying me to my bedroom. This way I could feel him better than this morning.

God, it was wonderful—this feeling.

I started recognizing all the tell-tale signs of my arousal, but there was a spark I never felt before. I tried to push away the thoughts of regret, because there was no room for them. What's done is done.

Edward lowered me the bed, kneeling between my legs, as he worked on taking his shirt off. Once the piece of garment was off, I reached to unbuckle his belt at the same time as he lunged for my blouse, our hands knocking together.

We chuckled, and continued to undress each other hurriedly. Every uncovered inch of his body was perfection. His skin wasn't as milky white as I remembered it, but it had a nice soft tan to it—all natural. I could just imagine his tanned body as he worked in the Texas's heat helping his friend.

He latched to my chest, licking and sucking at my nipple making me moan loudly.

"Edward!" I dragged my blunt nails to his back, raising my hips in an attempt to create friction where I needed him the most.

"Is this okay?" he checked, glancing at me.

"Yeah!" I moaned. "But roll over. Let me on top."

He gave me a confused look, doing as I said. Once I was straddling his hips, my whole weight on him…he twitched making my breath hitch. I scooted back until I was next his knees, before I started working on taking his jeans off.

He helped me by lifting his ass. I threw his pants on the other side of the room where they landed with a loud clank. To be even, Edward pushed my own pants down and off me. His warm, sweaty fingers touching my skin…it felt like fire.

And then we were both kneeling on the bed in our underwear…only panties for me because he took care of my bra earlier. I couldn't even be embarrassed. This was Edward.

"I'm worried," he murmured, bringing me close to him, our chests touching.

"There's nothing to worry about," I assured him, stroking his face.

"I'll probably embarrass myself…"

"Edward." I pushed away from him so I could stare into his eyes. "Do you think I care about that? The first time isn't grand for anyone. Heck, I don't even remember mine." My cheeks flamed up. "Please, stop worrying about something so silly."

Grinning, he leaned for another kiss, one of his hands going down my stomach until it slipped in my panties. We both gasped when he touched me for the first time. His finger kept exploring me in the tight confines of the panties, but I didn't move, not wanting to disrupt the delicious feeling.

With a shaky hand I reached to him, and after another look into his lust-filled green eyes, I cupped him through his boxers.

Holy hell!

It took me a moment to realize I was kinda checking his length and girth when he threw me a look. I smiled bashfully.

I didn't really remember Brady's but I'd have known if he was this packed.

And then a sudden terrible thought occurred to me. I pulled away, slapping my forehead.

"What's wrong, love?"

I met his worried gaze.

"You don't happen to have condoms, do you?" I bit the inside of my cheek, already knowing his answer.

His lip quivered, and fuck if that wasn't the cutest thing ever.

"Wait! I have an idea." I pecked his mouth before dashing out of the room, banging Jake's door to the wall, flipping the light on and taking a deep breath I stepped into his pig pen. It was cleaner than when I last saw it. Maybe he had Vanessa over or he simply decided to clean around.

Five minutes of fruitless searching, I shuffled defeated back to my room. He probably had the condoms with him.

Edward was in the doorway of my room. I saw his jeans back on him but not buttoned up, his shirt in his hand. "Should I go and find a place open to buy some?"

Aw. He was so sweet.

Thinking of what was best to do, I saw Brady's backpack on the couch. My eyes lit up and I rushed to it, dumping it on the floor. He was definitely going to kill me, but…uh well. Whatever.

All kinds of crap was scattered on the floor, but no magic box. I checked the pockets, desperate.

This wasn't how my night was going to end. If Edward left now to get condoms when he returned we'd be tired and the mood long gone.

My fingers wrapped around a small box and I pulled it out. "Yes!" I shouted. "Undress!" I yelled over my shoulder, only to choke on my words when I found Edward right behind me.

"Do you think he'll be upset?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around my wrist, bringing me closer.

"I don't give a fuck. But back to my room. Now. I need you," I whispered, pushing him backwards. We started kissing again and once in my room, I made quick work of his clothes.

This time I took his boxers off too.

Sweet Jesus.

From my kneeling position as I helped him to step out of his pants and boxer…I was so up close and personal with the most magnificent part of Edward. I couldn't help myself—I leaned forward and swept my tongue over the small bead of precum.

"Bella!" he choked up, pushing my shoulder away. "Wh-hat?"

"Are you seriously denying me this? I want to. I hear it makes you last longer when we actually make love."

It was true, and he wasn't going to stop me.

"But it's not…"

"Moral?" I supplied. "Take a seat on the bed and shut up. We're no longer in your time. You're not forcing me do this. I want this. It makes me happy," I told him firmly.

"Have I told you how sexy you are when you get all riled up?"

I rolled my eyes and once he was on the bed, I dived between his legs—licking, sucking, stroking. I knew he'd come soon, but I wanted to make it memorable. As suspected, it didn't take long. His fingers tangled in my hair at some point when he started grunting and cursing softly. Then I looked up through my lashes and saw his head titled back, his Adam apple bobbing—he was gorgeous, but I couldn't admire him 'cause he was filling my mouth.

It wasn't tasty or anything, it even made me wonder if I'd hurt him were I to spit it out…but then I decided to swallow. What could happen?

When I looked at him again, I found him slumped on the bed, breathing hard, a light flush covering his gorgeous body. Suddenly he sat up, grabbed my arm and tugged me up. I found myself under him, his mouth kissing all over me, his fingers where I needed them the most. Despite thinking he wasn't good at it, he was no amateur. It seemed like he knew exactly where and how to touch me to turn me into a puddle of goo.

Tentatively, he kissed up my thigh and with a last glance at me, he placed a kiss over my needy clit.

"Edward!" I moaned, linking my feet on his back, effectively trapping him. "Don't stop," I begged.

"Tell me if I do something wrong," he murmured, tracing a finger between my lower lips making me shudder.

"You're doing awesomeeee!" My pelvis lifted off the bed when his tongue touched me there.

It didn't take him long to figure out what to do, and he picked on what I liked by my sounds and thrashing on the bed. He planned to kill me by the end of the night because after giving me a mind-blowing orgasm he kept licking and sucking, pumping two fingers into me.

Just as I raised a lifeless hand to push him away, another orgasm rippled through me making me yell in ecstasy. Holy shit. I had no idea that really could happen.

When I came around and found his gleaming eyes in the dim light from the lamp on my nightstand, I could see smugness emanating from his every pore.

"You're a God," I mumbled, bringing him close and kissing him hungrily. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Bella. I think I'm ready."

"You definitely are." I giggled when I felt him twitching against my stomach. "You know how to do it?" I asked, biting my lip as I felt around the bed for the box.

His ears turned red. "Emmett made sure I knew how to do that…a long while ago."

I grinned, taking a condom from the box and placing it on his palm. "Do your worst."

Chuckling, Edward sat on his knees, ripped the foil and focused on wrapping the latex on his cock. Fuck, it was huge.

I'd seen only one before…fleetingly because I didn't actually inspect Brady, but I had a feeling boys weren't this big usually.

I parted my legs, feeling like a whore doing so, but that thought disappeared soon when Edward settled between them. Frowning, he guided his dick into me, but not before rubbing the head all over my clit first. Gulping audibly, he slid in a little. Both of us gasped—he at the newness, heat and tightness most likely, and me at the feeling of finally being able to be with him like this, at his size. Gosh. He'd tear me up.

"Bella!" he grunted, falling over me, his hands on either side of my head, his warm breath falling on my face.

I could see a deep look of concentration on his face and realized how difficult it might be for him.

"Just go all the way. You can't hurt me," I reminded him.

"I…know. You're so tight…shit."

To help him, I lifted my hips making both of us moan loudly. Then I hooked my legs around his waist, my heels digging above his ass. That pushed him into me all the way.

We didn't move for a good minute getting adjusted.

"You okay?" I checked, turning my head to look at him.

He gave me a small smile. "I think so."

Ever so slowly, he pulled back only to dive back. Repeating that movement for the next few minutes, we both started picking speed as out sounds grew louder. When I felt the tightening in my stomach, I had hopes for a release, but just as I thought that I felt Edward twitching, his hips jerking erratically then he stilled, before falling on top of me.

Oh, well.

I ran my hands over his back, enjoying his weight on me, his warmness, his sweaty skin pressed against mine.

After a few minutes, with a hiss he slipped out of me. Embarrassed he made quick work of the condom in the bathroom. Once he was back, he snuggled next to me, kissing my shoulder.

I stroked his hair out of his face, dropping a kiss on his lips. "That was really beautiful. Happy birthday!"

"It was the best birthday of my existence."

I grinned, hugging him. Edward pulled the duvet over us, tucking me against his chest.

"Shouldn't we get dressed?"

I grunted in response, too tired to actually scold him for wanting to separate from me to get dressed. I loved being naked next to him.

Now, how was that? :)