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Chapter 10 – For the First Time

May 1999

"Ugh, that one has lace. No thank you," I said as I scowled at the bright yellow dress Alice had handed me. The lace overlay looked like my grandma Swan's tablecloth. Also, it was bright yellow. It was like she didn't know me at all.

"Bella, it's Edward's senior prom; you can't just wear your jeans." She rolled her eyes at me and tossed a dark purple number onto the pile I was already carrying.

"Don't tell me my business," I muttered and made my way to the dressing room. Dad had surrendered his credit card again for prom after I'd explained to him that it was Edward's last year and that Edward was really excited. Once he realized that Edward hadn't deflowered his baby girl he had been a lot nicer to him.

I shuddered at the thought of that long-forgotten (more like repressed) conversation and pulled the dark purple dress on. The cool silk glided over my skin and hugged my curves (what I had of them anyways). It wasn't half-bad. Maybe this prom thing wasn't going to suck as much as I thought.

After the dress got Alice's approval and I picked out shoes and jewelry we made our way back to Forks in Edward's car. He was sitting on the couch watching baseball when we got back to their house.

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Alice asked as she flitted through the living room.

"Dinner," he said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Hi." I kissed the back of his neck and wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"Hey," he muttered, less enthusiastically than I'd hoped for.

"What's up?"

"Shhh. Mariners. Playing." He leaned forward out of my grasp. I frowned and stood up. I'd just spent three hours shopping with his sister and he wanted to ignore me for a baseball game? No thank you.

I left Edward on the couch and went to find Alice but she had hopped in the shower. I called Emmett to pick me up and slipped into the kitchen to find something to eat. Edward joined me a few minutes later, looking forlorn.

"Hey," he said as he leaned down to kiss me. I turned my face away from him so that his kiss landed on my cheek, and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "What's that all about?"

"You ignored me." I took a sip of my soda and tried to ignore him.

"When?" he frowned.

"Just now," I snapped as I turned to him. Edward looked confused and I almost laughed. "Do you not remember me just walking into the living room?"

"Iz, the Mariners were playing."

"Which is exactly what you said." I tried not to laugh as his obvious lack of understanding.

"Oh, well…I forgot?"

"Were you that interested in a baseball game that you don't remember what just happened?"

"I – maybe?" he ran a hand through his hair and I couldn't hold my laughter anymore. Part of me was a little disappointed that my so-called perfect boyfriend was not-so-perfect anymore. "Don't laugh at me."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I just didn't think I'd ever see a day where baseball would be more important than me," I shrugged.

Edward smiled and pulled me against him. He pressed his lips to mine gently and I smiled. "Only when the Mariners are playing," he whispered. I pushed him away and poked him in the chest. He rubbed the spot with a grimace.

"Anybody home?" I heard Emmett call and the door slam behind him.

Edward sighed. "Now we can't make out," he said with a pout.

"Sorry, you should have thought about that before you ignored me for men in tight pants," I replied as I leaned up to kiss him again. "Maybe next time, kid."

"Whatever," he muttered and smacked my backside lightly. "Go home so I can spend some quality time with them."

"You're gross, you know?"

"You love me." He winked.

"I do," I sighed, and kissed him again before leaving him in the kitchen to go home with my brother. I was disappointed that we didn't get to talk about prom, though a part of me was glad, too. Considering what usually happened at prom-well, what happened after prom, really…I was freaking out a little bit.

Edward hadn't put any pressure on me about sex. Well, considering most of our experience was with each other there was really no need for pressure, anyways. We'd fooled around enough that we knew our limits and, though we'd come very close a couple of times, one of us always backed away before anything actually happened. Sex wasn't something that we wasted conversation on. We knew it would happen eventually but we just didn't know when. Prom seemed like a perfectly cliché place for it to happen.

The week before prom was so packed with Alice's last-minute beauty treatments I shouldn't have had time to think about whether or not I was going to lose my virginity with half the high school population, but somehow I managed to obsess about it all the same. Hey, I'd seen American Pie, I knew what was up.

By the time that fateful Friday night had arrived, I'd lost three pounds worrying about it while Edward didn't seem to have a care in the world. My brother had gotten a hotel room with a bunch of his friends but Edward never mentioned participating in their party. I wasn't even sure how Emmett had kept everything a secret from Dad, but he'd done it. A few of the other seniors had gotten a limo and met up at the Cullens' house to take pictures and leave from there. Alice had talked her parents into taking her to Seattle for the weekend instead of going to the dance. I was sad my best friend wouldn't be there to make sure I didn't make a fool out of myself.

Edward spent most of the night looking at me with a big, stupid smile. It was almost as if he knew he was going to get laid. Maybe.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked once I'd pulled him to the side.

"No," he answered and kissed my cheek. "You just look…really beautiful."

I felt myself blush as I leaned into his side and kissed him in a silent thank you. Truth be told, Edward in a tux was quite a vision himself. His hair had been smoothed down from its usual disarray and the crisp black lines of the suit fit him wonderfully.

Yeah, he was definitely getting laid.

Prom itself didn't hold much interest for either one of us. We danced a few times, but being so close to one another in a crowd of people was…difficult. So, Edward and I spent most of the time in a dark corner talking quietly about our future. Not the immediate we-really-want-to-do-it future; the long-term, summer plans, going off to school in the fall, future.

"So, I've signed up for some summer classes and we've got the townhouse ready. I might try and get some roommates for the fall, I'm not sure yet."

"Will you work?" I asked, not really caring about the answer. Edward's fingers were drawing small circles on my palm and the feel of his skin against mine was making me dizzy.

"I'm not sure yet. I want to. I don't want to live off Mom and Dad. I just know it will be hard while I adjust to classes." He frowned and leaned over to kiss my exposed shoulder and then my neck, ultimately ending our conversation.

I pulled back and looked at him then, all innocent green eyes and sappy smile. My heart stuttered violently as I pulled his face to mine.

"I love you," I told him earnestly. He nodded, assuming I was upset because we were talking about him leaving.

"I know. It's going to be fine. I promise." He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him again.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered. His eyes widened as he comprehended what I hadn't said.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," I breathed the word as he helped me up from where I'd been sitting. He glanced around before leading me out the side door of the gym and into the parking lot. Edward talked the limo driver into taking us back to his house (I was convinced a huge tip allowed that decision to be made) and then the driver went back to the school.

Edward led me into the house and up the stairs until we reached his bedroom. He closed the door and looked at me nervously, the only light in the room spilling in from the moon.

I took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped to him, determined to see this through. I ran my hands up his chest and removed his jacket, letting it fall haphazardly on the floor. Edward's fingers moved up my arms until they skated across my shoulders and tangled in my hair as he brought my lips to his. I fumbled nervously with his black tie and the buttons of his shirt until he was helping me yank it from his pants and tug it off of his shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips. I nodded and kissed him feeling his nervous hands tug at the zipper of my dress. "Are you sure?" he asked again. I laughed breathlessly and pulled us toward the bed as he slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders and it fell to my feet. I climbed onto his bed; the very same one where we'd innocently cuddled as friends and had plenty of hot and heavy makeout sessions.

Edward stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes on me as I lay half naked on his bed. He tugged his undershirt over his head and made quick work of his black dress pants before making his way to me.

He brushed my hair from my face and pressed his forehead to mine.

"We don't have to…"

"I want to. I want you." I pulled him over me until our bodies were pressed together and he was kissing me again. His hands ran over my body, across my bra and down my stomach. His leg slipped between my thighs as his fingers ghosted over the lace at the top of my panties. I couldn't help fisting my hand in his hair and gasping against his mouth when his fingers slipped inside me. My hips rocked with his movements and my breathing turned ragged and embarrassingly loud.

I groaned when he removed his hand, but he just laughed and removed my panties completely then pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck, scraping my teeth over his skin and causing him to shudder beneath me. Edward removed my bra and pushed me down until I was on my back again and he was hovering over me.

"Please tell me this is what you want," Edward breathed as my hand ran down his chest.

"I did, baby. I love you. I want this."

"I just… I don't want to hurt you or anything."

"Edward," I sighed as his forehead fell to my shoulder. "Some things are inevitable." His lips met my skin and I ignored his nervousness and pushed his boxers off his hips. He rolled away from me and I heard him rustling around his nightstand before returning to my side.

He kissed me again and rolled us, spreading my legs with his knees and resting his body on top of mine. My fingers trembled as they brushed away a stray piece of hair from his face. He noticed, of course, and kissed my fingertips before lacing our fingers together. I stared at the ceiling as his lips met my neck and then he pushed himself up. I placed my hands over my pounding heart and listened to the foil package rip. There was no other sound in the room except for our breathing. It was so quiet I swore I could hear my heart beating, too.

"I love you," Edward pressed his forehead to mine as he positioned himself. I took a deep breath and arched against him as he pushed into me. I sucked a breath in through my clenched teeth as I felt that unfamiliar pinch. "I love you, I love you," Edward chanted over and over, noticing my discomfort. I nodded and clutched him to me, seeking solace in his kiss and stifling a sob. It hurt like a bitch, but I wanted it. I wanted him.

His movements were slow and the pain seemed to decrease with each one, with each kiss and sweet word he whispered. I ran my fingers through his hair and held him to me. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as his pace quickened, his face buried in my neck.

I silently prayed for it to be over soon, though I felt bad about it. I wanted to do this; I wanted to bring us closer. But my God, it hurt and as much as I loved Edward I just wanted to be finished.

I kissed him again and met his eyes. I smiled despite my discomfort because part of me was glad we had waited for each other.

The other part of me was aching for a warm bath and some Advil.

Edward gave a quiet groan and stilled with my limbs still vise-like around him. He pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing heaving. I pulled him into a kiss and loosened my legs before he slipped away and into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. I sat up and ran my hand through my hair, my Prom-do finally falling out.

Edward opened the bathroom door, a small sliver of light peeking into the bedroom. He pulled on his boxers and made his way to where I sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled him between my knees and kissed him softly. We didn't talk about it, there was no need. We both knew that our first time wouldn't be perfect. Edward sighed and wrapped his arms around me, his hands on my bare skin raising goosebumps.

"You want to shower?" he asked me quietly.

I nodded and slipped off the bed. Edward fished out a t-shirt for me to sleep in and gave me a towel from under the sink. I smiled at his ability to take care of me and knew we'd made the right decision that night. We were young, but we were in love. We were also responsible and careful and…completely and utterly head-over-heels for each other.

I showered and dressed, then climbed into a bed of clean sheets with Edward. He pulled me to him and kissed my head before wrapping us up in the thick comforter. I rested my head on his shoulder and we whispered sweet and silly things to each other until sleep overtook us.

I fell even more in love with Edward that night. It was the night I knew that we would always be together.