A/n: Mmm. I'll post the playlist ASAP.

Warning: Let's get sexy.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 10

Bella's POV

The week passed far too slowly with Edward. Angela and Ben were fun; but you began to feel like a third wheel after a while, even if they tried their hardest not to make you feel that way. Which they did.

I missed Edward's presence in biology, his conversations, his geeky, wire rimmed glasses, and his blushes. I missed the way we had walked in together on Friday; and I missed his gentlemanly manor, the way he walked me to my classes, and held my doors open for me. Mostly, I was surprised to find, I missed having someone to take care of me.

I'd always been independent. My mother was flighty; she never settled down. Neither she or Charlie knew how to take care of themselves; I found myself doing household chores from a young age: Washing, cooking, shopping, cleaning. I didn't mind; independence was a good thing. But I was grown up before my age. My mother said I was born thirty five, and got more middle aged every year, or something of the sort. I loved my parents though. I wasn't always a golden girl, but I did my best to make them proud of me; to look after them.

Having Edward around was a completely new experience. I was not used to having someone carry my tray for me, or pull out my chair so I could sit down. But I was beginning to get used to it. I was beginning to like it.

Tuesday morning I laughed at Mike, who's nose was bandaged. He still had the nerve to ask me out on Saturday.

"Sorry", I'd choked through my laughter, "but I have plans". Before staggering off, clutching my side.

Angela had found me five minutes later, curled over the sink in the girl's bathroom; trying to contain my peals of laughter. She finally managed to calm me down, before dragging me to class. My day was long, and boring.

Wednesday passed in much the same fashion; though I ended up in a toilet stall, wrapped in a ball on the floor, laughing my socks of, twice; since he had the nerve to ask me at lunch time, as well as in the morning. Lauren and Jess' glares throughout the day were almost enough to set me off again during class. Unfortunately for her, Jess hadn't quite mastered 'the death glare'; she looked sort of like she was having a stroke. I kindly pointed this out, and she got a little upset. Unfortunately she was wearing a rather large, tacky, gold ring; so I had a nice big welt on my face until it disappeared on Friday. I had to avoid Charlie for a few days; claiming homework.

By Thursday, I could look at Mike without laughing; and had started ignoring him again, rather than making excuses. I was, however, paying more attention to my surroundings. If Mike decided to attack me again, I would fight back. Last time I'd been surprised, next time, if there was one, he wouldn't be so lucky. I was not below making good on Edwards' threats to Mike's genitals.

Friday came and went, and Mike hadn't attacked me again. I headed out with Angela and Ben to a movie, which lasted a couple of hours, and dinner. We celebrated Edward's victory over Mike together; and decided to get him a present, to celebrate his coming back to school. So we spent a while scouring the shops.

We were lucky enough to find a clothing store that specialised in funny t-shirts. Personally, I was in favour of the shirt with a picture of a donkey, and a first. But Angela was worried about Esme's reaction to the shirt. So we kept looking until we found a plain black shirt, which had 'PUNCH!" written across it in block white capitals. We all agreed on it, and Ben offered to buy it; because he's a sweetheart.

He'd already paid for dinner and the movie. I was beginning to like Ben a lot more than I had originally.

As we were leaving the shop, I doubled back, telling Angela and Ben I'd meet them outside; since there was something else I wanted. The thing that had caught my eye was a mint green key ring. There was a picture of a pink crown across it, with the words 'A princess prefers a gentleman'. I couldn't resist getting it for Edward. I giggled on my way out of the store, shoving it in my pocket.

I met the others outside the door, and pulled Angela's hand into my own. She laughed at me; her other hand clasped firmly in Ben's.

"Looks like I've got some competition", he muttered, pretending to be pissed. We girls just laughed at him, pulling each other along to the car. We all jumped in when we arrived, and Ben began to drive us back home. Angela sat up front with him; and I leaned forward from the middle seat in the back. I could feel the key ring digging into my thigh as I laughed with my friends; I grinned, I couldn't wait to see Edward.

Edward POV

Saturday morning, my parents left; they'd be back on the next evening. They'd be back late, so I'd have to fend for myself all weekend. I didn't bother to tell them I was used to it. They had demanding jobs; it was unlikely either of them would be back before seven on a normal day anyway. Carlisle was the best doctor at Forks Hospital; so he found it difficult to leave. Esme was an interior designer. Though she spent much of her time restoring old houses for people; or buying and restoring them, then selling them on. She'd restored this house when we'd arrived in Forks. We spent out first six months or so sleeping in one wing of the house. Not the most comfortable time ever; with all seven of us in such a small place.

I spent my day working on Bella's Lullaby. It was nowhere near ready, and I would probably never play it for her, but I wanted to get it perfect, all the same. I'd not bothered to give myself a deadline. Everything she did sparked off a new emotion in me that I wanted to show in my music. I was considering starting a new piece, a comparison of the different emotions that conflicted within me. I was still undecided, however.

I was positive my Saturday would last 'forever', because I was so excited about Bella coming over that night. But I became lost in my music, and before I knew it, the doorbell was ringing.

I ran to get the door, slowing to a walk just before I reached it; trying to even out my breaths. I was too excited to see her; she would know. When I was steeled to see her again, I swung open the door. I felt my breath leave me as I took her in.

Bella was smiling beautifully up at me; her eyes big, and her hair falling in beautiful tassels around her lovely face. And her outfit…I thought about various unattractive things in order to turn myself off. She was wearing another plaid skirt; this one was even shorter than the last one; and a tight, white tank top. There were small plastic bracelets hanging from her arms, which, I remembered from Alice's obsession, were called 'shag bands'. They'd been out of style for a few years, but Bella didn't seem to be the sort to keep up with the mainstream.

What really got me this time were her legs. Bella had the most gorgeous creamy white legs; today they were even longer than usual. Her little feet were encased in chunky black high heels; which made them seem like her legs never stopped.

I gulped, gesturing that she should come inside. I couldn't speak coherently just yet.

I averted my eyes as she bent over to take off the shoes; kicking them to the side of the foyer.

"Where are your keys?" she asked sweetly. I looked at her curiously, and she met my gaze with an innocent smile. I pulled the keys from my pocket, and chucked them to her. She grinned back at me, and pulled something green from her pocket. Then she turned away from me so I couldn't see what she was doing. I reached up and pulled my glasses off; depositing them on the table next to the door. She'd only take them off me later anyway; at least this way I'd remember where they were.

She chucked them back to me a few moments later; her aim was totally off, but I managed to reach out and grab them, before they sailed past my right shoulder. I looked down to see what she'd done; before looking up at her, she had laughter in her eyes.

There, on my keys, she'd added a new key ring; 'A princess prefers a gentleman', the round charm read; there was a picture of a pink crown above the text. I snorted with laughter.

"Thanks, Bella", I told her, chuckling softly. Her gift had made me feel…special. I quickly shook away the thought that we could be more than friends, and lead her into the sitting room.

I asked her if she fancied some chips; and she agreed, so I walked off to the kitchen, and shoved some in the oven; sticking the timer on thirty minutes. I brought back a glass of water each, which she took with a smile. Bella almost always drank water. I'd never seen her with anything else.

"So, how was your week off?" She asked me with a grin.

"Boring?" I replied, there was nothing else I could really say. I wasn't about to tell her that I spent the whole week composing her a lullaby. "How was school?"

"Amusing", she told me, laughing. "Mike's face looks hilarious!" there was mischief in her eyes. I felt proud; not only had I managed to break Mike's nose, and defend Bella, I'd also managed to make her laugh.

"Reckon he'll be any less attractive with a broken nose?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I was actually interested in whether Bella found him attractive. I was sure she did; despite hating him. Mike Newton had blond, spiky hair, and a friendly face. He also had a body that most girls seemed to admire.

Bella snorted; and I felt my heart sink a little.

"Newton?" she asked, "attractive?" My heart jumped right back to it's original height. "I don't think so". Then she began laughing again.

"Maybe his fan club will notice though, you should ask one of them. I doubt I'll notice much change. Though I'm sure I'll have brilliant flashbacks every time I see the kink in his nose". She laughed harder. "Oh, Edward!" she exclaimed. She was happy, and I grinned at her.

We sat sipping water and talking about Newton and his flock for a while. Then Bella told me about her escapades with Ben and Angela that week.

"It was boring without you", she told me. "Well, not boring. I mean, Angela and Ben are great. But I felt like a third wheel a lot. I can't wait 'till you're back on Monday."

My heart swelled.

"Neither can I", I muttered quickly. "So, um, did you think of what favour you wanted?" I asked quickly. Trying to move the conversation onto something less dangerous. "I did promise, after all" I smiled shyly at her. She blushed, then put down her water.

"Actually", she said, shifting a little closer to me. I couldn't help but notice that her skirt had ridden up when she moved; exposing more of her beautiful, milky thighs. "I did have one idea. You might not want to help me out though." She looked away from me, gazing over at the opposite side of the room.

"Bella", I started, "I said I would do any favour you wanted, and I intend to keep my word". I had no idea that I'd just thrown myself in the deep end.

"Well", she murmured, moving even closer to me. I took a slip of water, then placed it back on the table. She reached up and bit her thumb, looking at me from below her eyelashes. "The thing is, since Newton…harassed me, I can't get rid of the feeling. And I was…wondering, whether you'd help me get rid of it?"

What?

"Um, how?"

"Well, if you, um, kissed me and stuff, I think it'd go away. I wouldn't have to think about it any more." She looked at me innocently, like she didn't know what she was asking. "You don't have to if you don't want to". She said, moving back slightly.

"Bella", I groaned softly, "it's not that. I said anything. But are you…are you…are you sure?"

"Yes", she said softly. Looking at me, and blushing again.

"Okay", I whispered to her. Her face lit with a small smile, and she started moving towards me on the sofa. She pulled one leg up and pushed if over my thighs, straddling me.

"You sure?" she asked me quietly.

"A-are you?" I stuttered. I felt like an idiot. Then her lips were on mine.

The first kiss between us - my first kiss - was soft, and chaste. Her warm lips rested on mine for only a few seconds, before she pulled back. Did she change her mind?

I panicked for a moment, before I felt her lips again, moving gently against mine this time; they pulled mine with them, and pressed firmly. I kissed her back and suppressed a groan. She started to press harder, I reciprocated, and she moaned softly; her lips vibrating against mine. I tried to control myself, but I could feel myself getting hard beneath her. I didn't feel very gentlemanly. I fisted my hands in the throw that was spread out on the sofa beneath us.

She pulled back again, so we could catch out breathes, before she began the most intense kiss yet. Her lips moved with mine again, but this time her tongue flicked out to lick my bottom lip. I moaned, opening my mouth to her, and she slipped her tongue in to explore my mouth. First, she stroked my own tongue; she tasted sweet, and our tongue's danced together. She moved around my mouth, exploring my teeth, my gums, everywhere she could reach. Then she coaxed my own tongue back into her mouth.

I felt her breath on me; she was intoxicating. She tasted better than I could ever imagine. Kissing her in this way was amazing. I couldn't imagine anything better. I felt guilty as I moaned into her, my cock hardening beneath her. But I couldn't help myself. Nothing sounded better than her moans.

When she pulled back this time she took an even smaller breath, before attacking my lips again. She nibbled on them, nipping and gently biting them. I copied her movements when she was done; trying to give her as much pleasure as she'd given me. I repeated the things that made her moan. She opened her mouth to let my tongue back in, and I felt as though I were in heaven.

I didn't think it could get any better before she slid her hands up from my shoulders to fist my hair. I groaned louder. I loved having my hair touched. Emmett had teased me about being a mummies' boy when I was younger, but I couldn't resist having Esme run her hands through it when we sat down to watch TV. Bella's hands, however, made the action sexy; the feeling went straight to my groin. My hands moved to grip her hips of their own accord. I could barely control my body any more.

"Edward", she breathed, breaking our kiss to whisper in my ear.

"Bella", I groaned back, my voice sounded desperate, even to me.

"Touch me", she whispered, and I almost lost it. "Make me forget what that bastard's hands felt like."

Her mouth returned to mine, and I felt complete again. But my hands were frozen. I couldn't touch her the way she was asking. I was Edward Cullen; the nerd, the geek, the guy who had no experience with girls. No doubt my hands would feel worse than Newton's. And I was a gentleman; Bella and I weren't even courting. What was I supposed to do?

"Edward", she breathed again, her sweet breath fanning over me. "Edward", she pleaded.

Her lips returned to mine, but her hands left my hair. They reached down and covered each of mine. Her left hand brought my right up to cup her left breast; the one Newton had groped with his dirty mitts. She squeezed my hand closed around herself, and I couldn't help but groan again. I squeezed her a second time, and she moaned into my mouth. I began to caress her breast as I felt her move my other hand down, to cover her arse through her skirt. I groped her gently, and she moaned once more.

I had Bella Swan attached to my lips; one of her breasts was in my hand; and her gorgeous arse was in my other hand. I'd feel like a jerk later, but at the moment; it didn't matter. I couldn't get much closer to heaven this. My cock was almost bursting out of my damn jeans I began to lose control of myself as her hands reached my hair again; I groped her a little harder and….

…and then the timer on the cooker went off.

I wasn't sure whether to be pissed or relieved. I pulled back quickly, dropping my hands like she was on fire; and looked up at her face. Her lips were cherry red, and slightly bruised from out kissing. Her face was flushed, and her hair fell down around her in the most beautiful way imaginable. My eyes flickered down to the way her top was wrinkled from my administrations. I quickly pulled it down over the small piece of her soft, white stomach it had exposed. She pulled herself off me, and I almost ran to the kitchen, flushing red.

I pulled the chips out of the oven with a glove, and put them on a large plate. I got the salt and vinegar and ketchup out of the fridge, in case she wanted any of them. Then I tried to calm myself down. I'd never been so hard in my life. I didn't exactly have much experience. I stood, gripping the counter for a few minutes, and tried to think of anything I'd ever seen that was unattractive: Carlisle and Jasper in their towels….Emmett in the nude…that worked…though I didn't really want to think about it too much. Lauren Mallory…Jessica Stanley…Eric and Tyler. Mr Banner.

When I felt confident that I could face Bella again, I grabbed the food, and took it into the lounge.

For all the imagery; nothing could ever prepare me for the beauty that was Bella Swan.

A/n: *Cackles* Well, Bella finally gets her kiss. Isn't she sneaky? Hm. Hope this was okay; never written a kiss before or anything. I think. Well, I don't remember doing so, anyhow. So I'd sort of like this chapter reviewed because of said kiss; because I'm not sure how well I wrote it in. Okay? So click the button!