A/n: More, already, addicted to writing. Ahaha. Enjoy and reviewww!

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, in any way, shape, or form.

Chapter 10

Edward POV.

I woke up feeling really fucking uncomfortable, and wondering where in the hell I was. I managed to open my eyes, and found, to my immense displeasure, that there was light all around me.

It took me several tries to open them properly, and when I did, I wasn't sure whether to cry with joy, or unhappiness. I had no idea how she'd gotten there, but Bella Swan was tangled up in me. This usually would have been a fantastic feeling; but we were lying in a really awkward way. My legs were jutting out at odd angles, and her knee was resting just underneath my crotch: her other leg was trapped underneath mine. My neck was bent out of shape because my head was turned away from my body, towards Bella; whose head was resting just underneath mine. One of her arms was underneath my neck, which wasn't helping. And the other one…

…was clasping mine in a death grip above my head. My bicep was aching.

But I didn't want to let go.

Fuck. I thought to myself, and wondered how the hell I was supposed to move without waking her up. This was going to be really fucking awkward.

But as it turns out, Bella is a heavy sleeper. I managed to get off her, and out of her clutches, and move her into my bed, and she still didn't wake up. I grabbed two glasses of water, and a box of hangover friendly pills from my bathroom, and put them on my bedside table. I downed my own glass with my pills, and yanked off my uncomfortable clothes from the day before. Then I decided to clean my teeth. I did so, before giving into temptation and slipping into bed with Bella: who looked like a fucking goddess when she slept.

I figured that if she didn't know I hadn't ended up like this last night, it wouldn't hurt her to wake up to me in my boxers. So I selfishly pulled her small, sleeping frame into my arms, and warmed myself with her heated flesh. She felt divine against me, and I wanted to have her next to me like that always. I shivered every time I felt her sweet breath on my chest. Her gorgeous hair tickled my bare skin, and her arms wrapped around my as she slept.

She was a hugger.

I couldn't help but smile my biggest smile, and sigh happily as she wrapped herself securely around me, and shifted in her sleep to get as close as possible. I ran my hand through her hair, and I kissed the top of her head gently, before falling asleep again.

Who the hell needs work anyway?

Bella POV

I'd never woken up in a strange place before - unless you count the hospital, which hasn't been a strange place since I was about four or so; it had become more of a home for me than my father's house. But Rosalie had told me about the feeling many times in the past. So when I woke up with a blinding headache, in a room I didn't recognise, wrapped around somebody else, who was sleeping soundly, I didn't panic.

Well, at least not much.

I decided to examine myself first, rather than who I was with, or where I was, so I looked down, and found that I was still wearing all of my clothes - so it was unlikely that I'd slept with anyone. Especially since I was still wearing panties. I could tell, because my dress had ridden up to my waist, and I could see the lacy blue boy shorts from my vantage point.

Next, I decided to examine who I was with. There was a pale white chest before me: and it was absolutely perfect. Perfect, defined muscles, and no hair save for a small trail from his belly button and into his boxers…lovely dark blue boxers. We matched.

I managed to shift myself out of the person's grasp enough to move upwards and see the face that was resting on the pillow at the top of the bed.

It was Edward.

Edward fucking Cullen.

And once again, it looked like we hadn't actually fucked.

I couldn't help but sit up a little, and examine him as he slept. I loved the way his gorgeous copper hair looked splayed out against his white pillows, and the way his hard features softened as he slept. I couldn't help but lift the blankets slightly to take in the full length of his body, which was garbed only in those lovely blue boxer shorts. His figure was lithe, and his muscles small, but defined. His skin was flawless: the lucky sod.

"Like what you see?" A deep voice grumbled, and I gasped, and dropped the duvet back over his body, blushing bright red. I looked back at his face to see one eye cracked open, and a small smirk on his perfect, pink lips.

"Don't let me stop you, Isabella", he whispered seductively, and I blushed harder, wishing I could remember more of the night before.

An onslaught of memories attacked me in a hurry, and the last thing I could remember was coming into the room and falling down: though obviously we'd moved from our place by the door.

"Err…I…" I stuttered when I saw Edward was still looking at me; both eyes opened now. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak.

"Oh, fuck it", is what he said, before reaching out and grabbing me. He pulled me down on top of him, so we were both tangled up in the sheets on the bed. Somehow, his lips found my own, and we began a frenzied kiss. My hands found their way to his gorgeous bed-hair, and his arms wrapped around me. I ended up lying on top of him; with one thigh either side of his legs, which were wrapped in more duvet.

I tried to press harder into him as his tongue swept into my mouth, but I whimpered when I couldn't get any closer because of the sheets. Then he pushed me off him, only to drag me under the sheets with him. This time, he pressed my back down onto the bed, and slung his leg over mine. My head was elevated on the pillow, and his forearm slipped behind my neck; he balanced so that he wasn't putting any of his weight on me, and cupped my cheek with his spare hand.

"Bella", he whispered each time he pulled away for a breath. "Bella, Bella, Bella."

I hated being so near to him, and yet not touching him fully; so I pulled his body down on mine, so he was almost crushing me beneath him. I felt his hard length pressing into my belly, and the feeling was glorious. My hands explored the expanse of his back…I was pretty much in heaven.

Heaven got better when his hands slipped down and palmed their way up my thighs, which I wrapped around his waist, and pulled myself closer to him. I ground myself into his length, and groaned with him. Easily, he pushed me off and changed how we sat again. This time, he sat up with his back against the headboard. I straddled his legs. Our lips were still engaged in a furious battle for dominance. Of course, he was winning: not that I cared.

He broke away and began to place open mouthed kisses down my neck again. He reached my pulse and sucked hard on the spot, which almost made me orgasm on the spot. Then he worked his way around my shoulders; slipping the straps of my dress down as he went.

He slipped a finger under the top of my dress, and pulled the V in the front down further, so he could place kisses in the crevice between my breasts, before licking a long line upwards. Then his hands landed on my chest.

Oh, those hands.

First, he massaged my breasts through the thin material of the dress; pressing so gently into them, and bringing my nipples to hardened peaks. Then, without warning, he yanked down the material, and took them, in all their nakedness, into his cool hands. I couldn't put a name to all the things that he did then. Rolling them between his fingertips, pinching them gently, flicking them…

Then, when I thought it couldn't get any better, he lent down and pulled one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth; sucking gently, and causing my panties to get significantly more wet than they already were. He did the same with the other.

If I'd known foreplay could feel so good, I would have done this a long time ago.

But then, of course, the fucking phone rang.

Edward released my nipple with a soft 'pop', and mumbled something unintelligible against my skin, before yanking me forwards, so my wet breasts were resting against his hard chest. My lips found his shoulder and kissed him gently there, as he wrapped an arm around my waist; using the other to reach over and grab his phone.

"What?" He snapped into it as soon as he picked it up.

"No", he said, more softly this time, "no…why?"

I kissed along his shoulder, and he pulled me closer as he listened to the person on the other end of the line.

"Oh", he whispered this time. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it's fine…I'll come." I looked up to see Edward's face, it was twisted in worry. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him with all I could muster. His arm tightened around me even more, and he kissed me on the cheek.

"Give me an hour", he told the person on the phone. "I'm on my way."

Then he hung up, and ran his hand through his hair.

"What's the matter?" I asked him, rubbing my hand up and down his bicep. He looked at me with a pained expression.

"One of my old friends has…died. That was his wife on the phone. She needs me to go over and help her with some stuff." He replied. My eyes widened in horror. He reached down and pulled my dress back up over my breasts, and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips. "I have to go".

I nodded at him, mutely, and pulled myself up off him, but he pulled me back when I tried to get up.

"Stay here", he told me, and I nodded, watching him leave the room. He took some clothes, and didn't come back until he was dressed.

"Use whatever you want here", he told me, leaning against the doorframe. "I don't know when I'll be back, but you can wait here if you want. If not, there's money in the bedside table, you can get yourself a taxi."

I nodded at him, and he left, with one last look at me as he disappeared from the door.

I leant back against the pillow and fell back to sleep.

A/n: Awh. Poor Edward. Uh oh, though, who's coming into the story next? Ooohh….I wonder…who were Edward's school friends…mmm? Review…and you might find out!