I don't own Twilight.

Edward

I got a decent amount of work done in the afternoon after Alice and Bella left for the day. I had some difficulty concentrating when Bella was in her cubicle, because I kept trying to come up with excuses to speak to her, or walk by her, to see if she would do anything again. When Alice came to tell me that they were leaving I had to fight the urge to walk out with her just to see Bella one more time.

At around five-thirty I jumped out of my chair and got ready to leave. I somehow forgot that Bella wasn't outside waiting for me, and when I finally realized that we wouldn't be in the car together in less than five minutes I was bummed. I kept trying to remind myself that I'd see her soon, and that I'd be driving her home tonight. Like you don't spend two hours every day in the car with her anyway. So what if you're dropping her off at Charlie's a few hours later than usual? It's not like you're going to take her back to your place at two in the morning.

A man can dream, right?

I changed into jeans and a grey t-shirt before leaving the office and grabbed a bite to eat on my own. I found a bookstore and read works by some of Bella's favorite poets. I mostly read Neruda, wondering whether Bella would still object to me quoting him. I ended up buying a few volumes of poetry, thinking there's nothing wrong with having more books. I was trying to kill time since there was no point in me going back to Forks before the party.

I'm finally walking up the stairs to Alice's apartment. I hear some music playing inside, it's not too loud. Alice sees me and gives me a hug, telling me to mingle. She doesn't mention Bella, and I'm surprised, because I've known Alice for years and she's not the type to stand aside and just let things happen. She's been pushing people together ever since I can remember.

I sigh. I see a bunch of people from high school and really want to avoid talking to them. Normally I would be making the rounds, being polite to the annoying kids, reminiscing about fun times with old friends, but these days when I think about high school I'm thinking about a certain high school student, and right now I need to find her.

And there she is.

She's looking out the window, her back to me. She is wearing a blue top, jeans, chucks. I smile. I feel better about my own casual look, and I walk towards her thinking about what I want to say. Her hair is piled up on the top of her head, and my eyes go down her neck to her back and I see that most of it is exposed. It's fucking sexy. Her pale skin looks so soft, delicate. I want nothing more than to kiss every inch of her neck and shoulders, her back. Or maybe just run my lips over her skin, inhaling her scent as I go along. I'm instantly hard. I stop for a second, because I really don't know what to do once I'm standing next to her. I can't just walk up to Bella and press my hardness into her back and make her grind herself on me. I really want to, that would be fucking awesome, but that's not happening tonight. No? Maybe not just right now.

I find myself a few inches behind her. I don't think she's noticed me yet. I move another inch closer and I see her body tense up. She doesn't turn around, and I just stand there. I'm too scared to touch her, and I have no idea what I want to say. She is too beautiful right now for me to ruin the moment by giving her a standard greeting, or making small talk. It's a clear night and there are stars in the sky. She's probably staring at the stars. I let out a deep breath, and it hits her on the back of her neck. I know this because she leans back, barely, but is just that much closer to me. I start taking more normal breaths now, her scent hits me, and I just want to bury my face in her neck. I know that once I do, I'll never want to leave. I lean forward and bring my head down closer to her, by her left ear. I'm still behind her, and we are not touching, until I feel my right ear brush up against her left. We stand like that for a few minutes, and I realize just how hard I am.

I don't know what comes over me, but I bring my mouth closer to her ear, I can hear her breathing, I can almost feel her. She doesn't move, she doesn't say a word. I know what I want to do, but I'm a fucking coward. Do it.

"I want to do with you

what spring does with the cherry trees."

She doesn't move, she doesn't say a word. Just the other day she told me I wasn't allowed to quote Neruda to her under any circumstances, because the first time she would let a man do that he'd have to mean it. She knows I mean it. She wants that man to be me. I reach out to touch her hand, and caress her fingers with my own. She leans back and rests her head on my chest. I've never felt more alive in my life. This isn't about an erection anymore, or Chilean poets. My mind and body have finally met and are telling me, Bella.

"Edward," she breathes, breaking the silence.

I bring my face down and bury it in her hair. Fuck. It only gets better. She smells better, she feels better, my life is infinitely better.

She lets out a low sigh. I don't want us to be here anymore. But I'm too afraid to be alone. I can't allow myself to think about Charlie, work, society, high school, college, Forks, the world, stares, whispers, gossip, bullshit, threats. But those are things we should both be thinking about and discussing. At this moment, however, I make a firm commitment that if Bella wants me Bella has me. Fuck everything else. I may be naïve, unwise, whatever. I cannot be unless I'm with her. It's a simple truth. I know that soon the horniness will come and turn me into an animal, and that's fine. Because the things I want to do to this girl, fuck. But right now, feeling her soft hair and breathing her sweet scent are the only things I care about.

I can feel her shaking and I snap out of it. I'm scaring her. Perhaps I'm being too intense, reading too much into her silence, her willingness to be so close to me.

"Bella, are you ok?"

I step away from her and start running my hands through my hair because I'm somewhat nervous, anxious. Usually I don't notice this sort of thing but I'm very aware of my own actions right now. I stick my hands into my pockets, waiting for her to answer my question.

"I'm fine Edward," she murmurs, still looking out the window.

"You're shaking," I observe, and take a step closer.

"I said I'm fine," she says in a louder voice, and spins around, "maybe you should go talk to your friends, I can entertain myself."

She gives me a small smile and walks down a hallway, presumably to the bathroom or Alice's room.

Shit. What did you do, Cullen? She doesn't want to be around you. This was too much. She's a kid, so she touched your hand a few times – big deal, why'd you have to get all emo about it? You don't have to go around accosting her, blocking her way back from the window, reciting poetry, and sniffing her hair like a maniac. What were you thinking?

Fix this. Tell her you're sorry and it won't happen again, she's around for another seven week. She can't be scared of you.

"Edward! Where'd your lady friend run off too?" I turn to see Emmett walking toward me with a beer in his hand.

"Emmett, how was the flight?" I ask.

"Great, Rose is back in the kitchen if you wanna say hi. So, who is she? That was some Romeo & Juliet shit, should've seen the look on your face," he chuckles.

"It's nothing like that, she's just a friend."

"Sure, who is she? Coworker? Local hottie? Not bad."

I try not to smile and agree with him, and I'm very happy to see Jasper standing next to his brother.

"Emmett, leave him alone. Go find Rose. Ssup Edward?"

Jasper raises an eyebrow. Yep, he knows. Emmett says he'll be right back and goes looking for my sister. My sister. She's the last person I want involved in any of this.

Scared, asshole? Embarrassed? You should be.

"Hey man," I say to Jasper.

"That the infamous Isabella?"

"What has Alice been saying?"

"That you're fucking fucked," he laughs.

"That sounds about right."

"Why'd she go into Ali's room?" he asks me.

"I fucked up, I don't know."

He raises his eyebrow again, he doesn't say much.

"I should go talk to her..."

"Yeah, you should," he agrees. "Maybe find your sister first, before she finds you in Alice's room with fair Isabella."

No need, Rosalie's right here.

"Sis, good to see you."

I give her an affectionate hug. We've always had an interesting relationship. It's not that Rose and I don't get along, but things can be weird sometimes. She has always resented my relationship with our parents. I don't think they love me more – they obviously adore Rosalie – but she's always been cold. That's the fucking problem. It's not about Mom or Dad, or me… it's about her attitude. Things have been better since she met Emmett, and I don't want to fuck it up with her going ballistic over the Bella situation.

What situation?

Sniffing her hair, stalking her. That situation.

"Who was the girl, Edward?" my sister asks.

Not now, Rose. Let me go talk to her first. She's been in there too long.

"A friend," I reply, "she's one of our interns."

"Do I get to meet her?"

"Sure, but right now I have to go talk to her. Catch you later sis? I'm around all weekend."

She smirks. Rose isn't stupid, she probably suspects something's off but I doubt she knows that her brother is preying on a 16-year-old, scaring the shit out of her.

Though the door to Alice's room is open, I still tap it as I enter. I'm nervous and I haven't planned what I want to say. All I know is that I have to go in there and do something. Make her feel safe again. She's probably worried about having to spend so much time with me and I have to make sure she's comfortable with having me around this summer. I tell myself that I have no reason to be upset, since I knew that I'd have to wait. I'll do whatever Bella wants, whatever she needs. I won't freak out if she's crying or upset. I can do this because I need to do this.

It's safe to say that I'm very surprised when I see Bella stretched out on Alice's bed, looking ecstatic, a huge grin on her face, oblivious to my presence.

Bella

I had to break that whole thing up. I needed a moment to myself.

I had to breathe.

I had to think for a quick second because it's impossible to form coherent thoughts around him.

I had to pinch myself.

I had to breathe some more.

I walked into Alice's room and flung myself on the bed, thinking about everything. I can't even describe my thoughts. He whispered my favorite line from my favorite Neruda poem, the poem we were quoting from the other day. No man will ever live up to this, no dream will ever be this perfect. He touch, his smell, his breath on my bare skin. Like fire. Like fucking fire. I will never have a night like this again. Be smart Bella, take advantage of the chance you have been given. Live in the moment. He wants you. Edward Cullen wants you.

"Ahem."

Breathe, Bella.

I sit up, and try to wipe what I can only imagine is a really silly grin from my face.

"Bella," he says, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, or to scare you. I want you to know - "

"Edward, I'm fine," I assure him. "I just needed a moment to myself. Don't apologize for that. Don't."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

Now what?

Remember, Bella. You're a big girl now.

I walk up to him and stand in front of him, looking up into his eyes. This is a bad idea, because the moment our eyes meet I am lost. I can't form a coherent sentence, I can't move. I just stare, like a moron. But who the fuck cares? Edward Cullen wants me.

"Say something," I plead.

"Charlie is going to fucking kill me."

"Charlie doesn't have to fucking know," I tell him.

"Say it again."

"Hmmm?"

I know exactly what he means.

"Say that word, again."

"Fuck," I smile.

"Mmmm, Bella," he chuckles, bringing his face into my hair again, still not touching me with his hands.

"Fuck, Edward."

"Bella I need you to be good."

"I'm good, Edward," I tell him.

"Uh huh, you're my good little girl," he breathes into my hair.

Oh, what those words do to me. Something happens, I lose control, I inch closer to him and bring my nose to his throat, rubbing it against his skin, wanting to taste it. Terrified. Excited. Alive.

He groans. I elicited a groan from Edward.

Heaven.

"Bella, my sister... outside... mmhmmm... talk.... she's gonna freak out... need to talk."

Is it possible I have the same effect on him that he has on me?

I want him to shut up, so I raise a finger to his lips. They are so soft that I feel my knees go weak, I feel myself losing control again. But before I know it he has me in his arms and throws me onto Alice's bed.

Edward Cullen is on top of me, hovering above me.

"Bella. You. Must. Behave."

"What if I don't want to?" I challenge.

"You'll do as I say."

Yes, please. Anything you want. Just, please, kiss me. This is all nice, but I want to "put my mouth on his mouth" as Liz Lemon would say.

I want to go to there.

I try to bring his face down to mine, but he resists. He brings his hand to my chin and makes me look straight into his eyes.

"If you think that you're going to experience your first kiss on Alice's bed during one of her parties, you are mistaken. The first time I kiss you, the first time I lick you, the first time I suck you, the first time I touch you, the first time I taste you, are going to be the most special fucking moments of your life. We aren't half-assing any of this. Do you understand me, Bella?"

Mommy.

There is a faint buzzing in my ear and I'm probably going to pass , I speak, and the words that come out of my mouth surprise me. "What about the first time I touch, lick, suck and taste you?"

He is glaring at me, he almost looks furious.

"You play dirty, Swan."

"Don't even pretend you don't love it," I smile.

He chuckles, brings his lips closer to my face, I get excited, but he quickly brings them by my ear.

"Are you excited now Bella?"

Shit. That voice. I'm breathing so hard now, my head is spinning. Words, Bella, those things you must say out loud if you want him to hear you. Speak, you fool.

"Yes…"

"Are you wet like you said you were yesterday?" he asks.

Somehow, I'm able to utter, "I'll tell you if you let me feel you."

"I think I have my answer, Miss Swan."

He's up on his feet before I can protest, grinning at me as he walks out the door.

Yes, party. Alice. People. Jasper. Rosalie? Must act normal. Skirt age issue. Pretend you're foreign. Or mute.

"Bella! Come meet everyone!"

Ugh, Alice. You need to chill the fuck out sometimes. How much Adderall can one person snort? Stop being a bitch, Bella, Alice is awesome.

I pull myself together and manage a smile as I approach the group of people Alice is standing with.

"Bella," Alice starts, placing a hand on my shoulder, "this is Jasper. Jasper, Bella, she's an intern, like me," God bless you Alice, "and this is Rosalie, Edward's sister, and her fiancé, Emmett. Emmett and Jasper are brothers. Everyone this is Bella, Edward and I adore her."

I'm the same color as the soles of Rosalie's really expensive looking shoes. Edward is looking away, so I can't really see his reaction.

Everyone is very nice, everyone talks to me, smiles, blah, blah. They're great. Ok, I just want Edward. I catch his eye, and he smiles. Please take me away, I want you, you, you only you.

Loser, how needy and pathetic are you?

The second I think I can finally get away from all these people, Rosalie puts her hand on my arm.

"Let's talk."

Gulp.

I nod.

Edward is walking over to us, but Emmett gets in his way, and Emmett's fucking big, so I no longer see Edward.

"Don't worry, you'll see your boss again."

Uhh...

We are back in Alice's room, only this time I'm not grinning like a fool or reliving my bliss with Edward. I'm fucking scared. Bitch has at least four inches on me PLUS those shoes.

"How old are you?"

I just stare at her.

"Bella, I can go outside and ask anyone, and they'll tell me," she says.

"Seventeen."

"Holy shit."

"When do you turn eighteen?" she asks.

"September..." not a complete lie, I do turn eighteen in September... 2010.

She lets out a breath.

"Alright, jailbait. Listen. You. Do. Not. Fuck. My. Brother. Stay away from the goods. This isn't just about him and his life, it's about you too. You seem like a good kid, Ali and Edward like you, so you can't be that bad. But he's not some boy your own age, and you don't want to get into something you can't handle. Be patient, if you two still want to go at it like animals later, good for you."

Ok, then.

"Ummm. The age of consent in Washington State is sixteen," I tell her.

She starts laughing. Wow, Edward's sister is hot…

"You're funny. Why didn't you say so? You two should have been fucking a LONG time ago, then."

She's obviously being sarcastic, it pisses me off. I look up and into her eyes, you don't scare me, Rosalie.

"2010."

"What's that?" she asks.

"My eighteenth birthday. September 2010."

It takes her a second to respond. "Are you telling me you're sixteen?"

I give her an apologetic look, but maintain eye contact, because I won't let her scare me.

"Does my brother know?"

"Of course he knows!"

"EDWAAAAAAAARDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Rosalie, please..."

"Jailbait. Shut it."

Edward walks in, the look on his face is priceless. He must have been right outside, the bastard. I'd feel bad for him because he looks terrified, but I have my own ass to worry about. Rosalie is not done with me.

"Edward, tell me she's not sixteen. Tell me you haven't fucked her," she says, clearly trying to control her temper.

"What do you want me to say? She's sixteen. And I most certainly have not."

Oh but you will...

"Okay. I'm only gonna say this once. I'd like to say this isn't any of my business, but it is. You're my brother. You have always been successful, and made our family proud. Don't fuck it up. I'm sure Bella is great, but think, be smart. If this gets out, Edward, you can lose your job, your reputation. This sort of thing tends to follow people around. Think about how mom and dad will react. She's only sixteen. Shit, I'm pretty sure she has parents. What about when they find out? I know Alice told me you guys aren't in a relationship yet, but the emphasis was on 'yet'. You cannot consummate any relationship until the internship is over, or until she's AT LEAST seventeen. Don't give me your age of consent crap either," she says, glaring at me. "Edward, you're a smart, responsible guy. You need to consider her age, feelings, and maturity too. I was sixteen once, I remember how it was, I'm sure she's nervous and a little scared..." Rosalie stops and takes a deep breath, running her fingers over her temples before she continues. "Bella, I'm not saying you have nothing to lose, but right now, Edward has much more. If you care about him, you'll let this go for now. And if you're both idiots, at least be very, very careful."

No one says anything. I stare at my shoes and try not to think about all the points she made.

"Bella, if you fuck this up I'm coming after you. Edward, if you fuck it up Alice with fuck you up and I may have to help her too, you fucking pedophile. Now go." She turns on her heels, straightening her back, and calmly walks out of Alice's room.

I look up at Edward, who looks incredibly tired.

"Bella, she's right."

"She didn't say anything we didn't already know," I point out.

"True, but she's right."

"So, that's it then?"

I hear the frostiness in my voice, but don't care if it upsets him. I knew it was too good to be true, my heart sinks. I don't want him to see me upset, though. There's plenty of time to feel sorry for myself once I get back to Charlie's.

"Don't be absurd," Edward says. "You are my life now. Fuck. That came out a little different than I thought it would. Am I freaking you out?"

I giggle. Yeah, giggle. That's the strangest thing anyone has said to me.

"No, you're not," well, maybe just a little, "don't worry. Charlie won't find out, nobody will."

"Bella, we need rules," he states.

"Ok, tell me the rules."

He rolls his eyes at me.

"Bella, you set the rules. This is about you being comfortable. I want you to be honest with me."

I don't know what to say, I just want him.

"I just... want you?" Honesty should work.

"Is that a question, Bella?"

"Ummm, no. I want you."

"Ok, we need rules, though. For instance, we can't..."

"Hey, buddy," I smile, well aware of how hot my cheeks are, "who said I wanna?"

omg, I so want to. It's all I think about.

He blushes, looks confused. His beautiful eyes open wide. "Sorry, I didn't mean to presume anything - "

"Edward, shut up. Of course I want to. But you're right..."

"When you're seventeen, the internship will be over, we can talk about this again - " he tells me. Wait. I thought I was setting the rules…

Edward walks over and sits next to me. It occurs to me that I'm not exactly sure what he meant.

"Edward, wait. Are we talking about... sex? Or about...? I'm confused..."

"Yes, Bella," he whispers, bringing his mouth closer to my face, brushing his lips across my jaw, oh my god, "We're talking about sex. Do you think we can talk about that? Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"

His voice is sex. I can't control my breathing, his scent is intoxicating and I'm ready to spread my legs for him right now, if he'll have me. Of course I'm uncomfortable, the stuff happening between my legs… I'm uncomfortable, but not in the way he thinks. I'm actually disappointed, because there are so many things I dream of doing to this man. So many things I want him to do to me. I want to ask him what falls within the definition of "sex" but I'm embarrassed. Fuck it. I need to know.

"Edward?"

He covers my hand with his."Yes, baby?"

Baby.

"What... can we do?"

His mouth begins to drop open but he quickly turns it into a sexy smile. That crooked Edward smile that makes me want to...

"What are you asking me, Swan?"

Mmmm... That single eyebrow raise.

"You know…" Does he? I'm not sure I know.

I bite my bottom lip; I've noticed how he stares at my mouth when I do that.

"No, I don't know. So tell me," Edward says, breathing heavily.

Ok, Bella, you can drag this out, and try to be as tasteful as possible, or...

"Can I go down on you?" I blurt out.

Stop blushing, stop blushing.

"Bella, umm… I haven't even kissed you yet. Let's see where this goes."

Cute, he's all flustered and shit. Let's fuck with Mr. Cullen.

"Will you go down on me?" I ask sweetly.

"Bella..."

"Simple question..."

He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down on my back, lying beside me on his side. He brings his lips to my ear, blows into it and whispers.

"I will go down on you every day of your life, Bella, if you'll have me. Be patient, little girl, I'm not going anywhere."

His finger draws a line from the corner of my mouth down my throat and comes back up to my mouth, running across my lips. I forget to breathe.

"I want you," I mumble.

"You have me, Bella."

"Show me," I breathe, I want to feel him. Everything. Nothing else. Him.

"Shhh, baby, be patient," he whispers. I don't want to be patient. I'm not a baby. I'm not a little girl.

"You make me so...wet," I say, struggling with the words.

"Bella, I've been hard for you since I first saw you in your living room."

Really? Is that possible? Why won't he just lose control then? I need to feel him, at least some part of him, between my legs. Anywhere. I won't be picky.

"Show me," I plead.

His eyes have that fire in them and he looks angry again. For a second I'm frightened that I crossed the line and that he's mad at me, but then suddenly he takes my hand and brings it to his crotch. I gasp, and his mouth drops open. He quickly tries to pull my hand off, but I don't let him. He doesn't try again. He is so incredibly hard under his jeans. I don't know what takes over me, but I press down on it, and Edward lets out a loud moan. It's so incredibly sexy that I do it again.

"Bella..."

He grabs my hand and puts it down on the bed. "Bella, stop it before I fuck you senseless over Alice's desk."

Please, please, please.

"I'll stop, Edward."

"Good girl. I have so many things planned for you, for us. That sounds… I just mean that I'm not leaving your side for the next seven weeks... and longer, if you'll have me. Whatever you want..."

"I'll stop, Edward, but first..."

I take his hand and bring it between my legs. He doesn't fight me. I know he has plans. I know he wants everything to be 'special' – but fuck special. Right now I need Edward's fingers on me. Even if they don't stay there for long, and even though there are two layers of clothing between me and his hand, I need his touch. I want him to know that I'm… that I want him. That I know what I want. At least my body does.

"Ahh..."

"Oh God," he says, looking at me with wide green eyes. "You're wearing jeans but I can feel it… they're damp. Heaven, your pussy is fucking heaven. Baby, I swear to you I'm going to make you come so soon... plan... I need to kiss you. We're leaving."

I wanted to push myself onto his hand, grind on it, something... I wanted so much, but the power of that first touch has left me frozen. I'm speechless, I'm not sure what just happened. I jump off the bed and grab his hand, because we're leaving.

I would go to the ends of the earth with this man.

Edward

Car.

Home.

Bella.

Room.

Bed.

Kiss.

Kiss her all night until you have to return her safely to Charlie.

Kiss her until her lips are swollen and you can't take anymore.

She's sixteen, I'm twenty-six, but it's the summer and I think maybe I'm in love.

I'm going to give Bella her first kiss, and nothing has ever made me happier.