A/N: Well, as you have probably noticed, the rating of this story has changed from 'T' to 'M'. That is for a reason. There's not some super detailed lemon, but there is some stuff that shouldn't be read by young children so please keep that in mind. Also, since my bribing plan worked for last chapter, I have another one for this chapter. See the end of chapter A/N for more details. Here goes:

Ten. Love Game

It was seven by the time we arrived in Spokane… finally! It was hard to believe that I had only been on the road with Edward for forty-eight hours. I felt like I knew him better than I had ever known Mike, and we had been together for four years.

"Do you want to go out for supper?" Edward asked as we dragged our bags into our room. We were once again at a Best Western, although this time we didn't insult any old ladies in the elevator.

I flopped back on one the beds, enjoying the feeling of the soft mattress underneath me.

"Could we just order something?" I asked. "I've had enough socializing for the day," I pulled myself up into a sitting position and grinned at him. "You know, I thought that if anyone would be getting bailed out of jail on this trip, it would be me bailing you out. Instead, you had two bail out two strangers and an old lady."

Edward chuckled and rolled his eyes at me.

"You have such a low opinion of me, Isabella. Here's a number for pizza hut… how does pizza sound?"

"As long it's Hawaiian I'm all for it," I laughed when Edward made a face. "What's wrong with Hawaiian pizza?"

"Fruit was not meant to be put on pizza," Edward replied matter-of-factly. "Pepperoni and mushroom is where it's at… and what's that face for?"

"I like mushrooms, but their disgusting on pizza."

"Says the girl who likes pineapple," Edward deadpanned in reply. "You have no right to call anyone else's pizza preferences disgusting if you eat pineapple on yours."

"Don't make me hurt you for insulting my taste in food," I said to him, narrowing my eyes in mock anger. "Because I will hurt you."

Edward snorted.

"Please. You're not the least bit scary. Actually, you look pretty harmless. Sort of like a puppy, or a rabbit."

"Them there are fightin' words," I replied in a false southern voice, hopping to my feet on the bed. "I'm gonna have to take you out."

Before Edward could reply, I leapt at him, knocking him over backwards onto the other bed. Since I lacked any sort of grace, my plan to jokingly tackle him went terribly awkward, and a loud snap could be heard on our landing.

I lay on top of Edward on the bed, staring into his gorgeous green eyes, for several seconds before I realized that there was a sharp, extremely painful flaring in my wrist.

One hour and a trip to the ER later, we found out that the snap we had heard had been the sound of my wrist breaking.

"And what did we learn from this little excursion?" Edward asked me, as he guided me out of the hospital.

"That I'm cursed and you're a jerk?" I replied grumpily. The only high point to the whole situation was that they had been able to use bright green for my cast. I'd always hated the boring white plaster- I had worn it plenty of times over my eighteen years of life.

"No, try again," Edward replied cheerfully.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm right, actually," I knew I was pouting, but I couldn't help myself. Injuries always seemed to cause me to revert back to my five year old self.

"We learned that you should leave the air stunts to professionals and not leap onto unsuspecting observers," Edward kissed the tip of my nose. "Although, I will admit that the whole pouncing thing was kind of hot up until we realized your wrist was broken," his fingers came up to stroke my cheek. "You had me worried."

I sighed and leaned into his hand. It was hard to stay mad at him when he said stuff like that.

"Let's get back to the motel," I said, reluctantly pulling away from his hand, and motioning with my uninjured hand to the bike.

I allowed myself to pout behind Edward's back as we rode back towards the motel. This injury had put a serious wrench in my plans for the night. Plans that had involved me (finally) getting that hot and heavy kiss from Edward that I'd been after for… well… the past forty-eight hours.

I wondered what it said for my relationship with Mike that I had been happy to wait for three dates and four weeks to pass before I kissed him, while I was finding it seriously frustrating going a mere forty-eight hours without getting an lip action from Edward.

I continued to muse on this until we got back to the motel, when I decided to put the question to the boy of the hour himself.

"Is it weird?" I asked him as he closed the door of our room behind me.

"Is what weird?" he asked me.

"That I feel like I know you better after two days than I knew Mike after four years? Is it weird?"

Edward looked down at me seriously, and cupped my face in his hands. He had large hands, I realized with some surprise. They always looked so elegant, with long, graceful fingers, that I had never realized that they were so large. My thoughts were taken away from his hands when he began to move his head towards mine, and I was sure that he was finally going to kiss me. Instead, and much to my frustration, he just rested his forehead against mine.

"I don't think it's weird," he told me softly. "I feel the same way."

"It's different for you, though," I replied, equally as soft. "You… well… you've wanted me for four years. I've…" I trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"Only been truly aware of my existence for two days?" Edward's smile was self deprecating. "Maybe Mike just wasn't right for you. Have you ever considered that?"

Edward pulled away from me and turned towards the beds. I scowled at his back.

"Every day for the past four years," I stated. Edward looked back towards me, his eyebrows raised in question. "That's how often I've contemplated whether or not Mike was right for me. He was cute, and I could admire his looks, but I can admire the looks of a Calvin Klein model. Doesn't mean I'd ever date one."

"Are you comparing Mike Newton to a Calvin Klein model?" Edward's eyes were full of laughter. "I don't think he's quite buff enough, Bella."

I shrugged and crossed my arms, surveying Edward carefully and considering my next move. I had thought that my injury would put a stop to my plans for the night, but while the cast was a bit awkward, my arm was still mostly functional. I quirked my head and thought about the advice Alice had given me.

It had only been two days since I had met him, but so what? Romeo and Juliet had fallen in love in under an hour. Mr. Darcy had felt compelled towards Elizabeth Bennet by their second meeting. Wrath and Beth had had sex the first night they had officially met each other.

Okay, so maybe taking leads from books wasn't the best idea, but this trip was all about taking risks and just trying.

It was time for me to make the first move.

"I am mad at Mike," I said to Edward, moving slowly towards him. He looked at me, confusion written clearly across his face.

"I thought we already covered that," he replied. "I know you're mad at Mike- he's cheating scum who broke your heart and whatever."

I gave a low chuckle at that, and the sound of it, low and feminine, surprised me. I hadn't realized I was capable of sounding like that. Edward really did bring out my inner temptress.

"He never broke my heart," I said as I came to stop in front of him. We were so close that my chest grazed against his. The differences in our height meant that I had to raise my chin a bit to be able to look him into his eyes. "To break somebody's heart, you have to have touched it first. Mike was never capable of that with me. You asked me earlier what I said that made Alice laugh so hard," I licked my suddenly dry lips. The way Edward's eyes, eyes that were currently a dark forest green with desire, followed the motion gave me the courage I needed to continue. "Ask me again."

"What did you say that made Alice laugh so hard?" The question was almost robotic, and his voice was husky. His eyes still hadn't left my mouth.

"I told her that I had to burn the sheets on my bed," I replied. Edward's eyes darted up to mine. He obviously hadn't expected that reply. "That's why I'm made at Mike, Edward. I liked those sheets. They were nice, comfortable," a grin quirked my lips and I felt positively wicked suddenly as I ran a finger down his chest between us. "You would have liked them."

"O-oh?" Edward's voice cracked, and my inner temptress grinned at the effect I had on him.

"Yes," I replied softly. "They were fleece… that really soft fleece. I loved the way they felt against my skin, and I had to burn them. It made me really angry," I wasn't sure where this was coming from, but as I spoke and watched the way my words effected Edward, I felt truly powerful and… feminine for the first time in my life. Mike had wanted me, I had known that, but Edward made me felt truly desired. "But the sheets don't matter so much anymore," I pressed softly against Edward's chest so that the back of knees hit the bed, causing him to land in a sitting position on it's surface.

"Th-that's good. That they don't matter, not that you had to burn them," Edward was staring at me as if I were some sort of siren- beautiful to look at, but dangerous to get too close to. I smirked down at him, and did something that shocked my inner good girl, and made my inner temptress wipe a tear of pride from her eye.

I straddled his lap.

"W-what are you doing, Bella?" Edward gasped, automatically wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his arousal, and while it made me nervous, it also served to boost my confidence.

The boy definitely wanted me.

"I'm trying to seduce you Mr. Cullen," I replied teasingly. "Is it working?"

"Yes… but…" Edward seemed to be struggling with himself. "There's a reason we shouldn't do this… I know there's a reason…" he closed his eyes as I reached my hand up to run it through his wild bronze hair. "Two days," his eyes snapped back open. "It's only been two days since Mike… that's too soon. I won't be the rebound."

"You're right. You deserve better than being rebound," I agreed. Edward nodded, looking both pleased and disappointed that I agreed. I pressed my lips to his briefly, both to sate the hunger I had for his lips, and to give myself a moment to gather my courage for what I was about to do.

I was certifiable, but I was also desperate.

Pulling back from his mouth I reached down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head, leaving me in just my lacy lavender bra.

"What the hell, Bella?" Edward's eyes snapped to my chest immediately, before he realized where he was looking and forced them up to my face. "What are you doing."

"You're not the rebound, Edward," I buried my hand into his hair once more. "For you to be a rebound, Mike would have had to have mattered enough for me to be on the rebound. I've realized that I was with him because he was easy. He was there, and it was easy to be with him because I knew that he could never really hurt me. You can. It only took me two day to realize that you can hurt me more than Mike ever could… but I'm willing to risk it," I met his green eyes with mine. "Are you?"

Edward closed his eyes, and his mouth moved silently, as if he were sending up a prayer. When they snapped open, they were once again forest green with desire.

"God Bella," he began, but I cut him off with my mouth. I teased his lips with my tongue until he opened up to me, and then it was as if a flood gate were opened.

Edward fell back onto the bed, taking me with him. He allowed me to lead the kiss for a bit before he groaned and flipped us over so that he was looming above me.

"God, Bella," he broke away from the kiss, "you drive me insane."

His head swooped back down to claim my lips again, and this time he dominated the kiss, burrowing on hand in my hair, while the other supported his weight so he wouldn't crush me. I moaned against his mouth and pulled at the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine. He broke away long enough to pull the shirt off, then he returned his lips to mine. My hands explored the plain of his back and the muscles of his chest and stomach. I had been too upset about Charlie to admire him the last time I had seen him shirtless- this time I was too overcome with lust.

His lips had moved away from mine to explore my neck, and were now making their way down, towards my chest. I felt his hand exploring my back, looking for the clasp of my bra, and I managed to pant out some semblance of a sentence.

"Front clasp," I gasped. "It's a damn front clasp!"

Edward moved his hand from my back to my front, where he found the clasp and flicked it open. His eyes went even darker when he pulled away to look at me without a bra on for the first time. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks and make it's way down my chest and began to move my arms up to cover myself, but Edward's hands stopped me.

"God, even your breasts' blush," he muttered, before he bent his head down to lave his tongue over the nipple, before blowing on it, causing it to grow hard. I gasped and my back arched at the foreign feeling. I had never let Mike's hands wander that far north, so this was new territory for me.

"Do that again," I ordered, not caring if I sounded bossy. All I wanted was to feel that electric pulse again. Edward chuckled against the soft skin of my breast, but repeated the process on my other breast.

"You are gorgeous," Edward stated, moving back up my body to kiss me again. "and these are the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen."

I laughed breathlessly.

"Oh? Have you seen many breasts before?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound light. I just sounded out of breath.

Edward shot me a wicked little grin.

"Not outside of playboy," he replied cheekily, and returned his talented mouth to my chest before I could reply to that revelation.

"Not… fair," I moaned out. Edward just chuckled, and began to lick, nip, and kiss his way down towards my jeans.

I had never realized how sensitive my navel was until Edward laved it with his tongue, causing my back to arch once more.

"Let's see what we have down here," Edward murmured, flicking the button of my jeans open, and slowly lowering the zipper. I raised my hips so he could pull the jeans off. He moved painfully slow, and I just wanted him to hurry the hell-

I hear the drums echoing tonight/But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation/Shes coming in 12:30 flight/The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation…

Edward and I both stopped and looked at each other.

"Is that Toto?" I asked incredulously.

"It's Carlisle's ringer," he replied. "It's his favourite song."

"Ignore it?" I asked.

"Ignore it," he agreed, and moved back towards my pants, managing to get them off before the song started playing again.

He stopped and rested his head on my stomach, his eyes closed in resignation.

"Damn cockblocker," I heard him mutter, and I couldn't help but giggle.

The phone began to play "Africa" for the third time, and Edward grabbed it, flipping it open and hissing out "what?" angrily. I sighed as Edward moved away, muttering to Carlisle on the phone. The mood was thoroughly ruined now, and though I was disappointed, I realized it was maybe a good thing. If Carlisle hadn't called, I was pretty sure I knew what we would have ended up doing, and it would have been done without protection.

I grabbed Edward's shirt and pulled it on (it hit mid-thigh on me), before sitting down to survey Edward as he spoke to his father. Now that the cloud of lust had dispersed, I was able to admire Edward shamelessly. His muscle wasn't bulky, but instead he had a lean, wiry strength. If he were a wildcat, he would be a cougar rather than a tiger. The plane of his back rippled as he moved around, and his abs were clearly defined.

I decided to have a shower and leave his Edward to his phone call when I found myself wanting to lick the dips of those abs.

Probably a cold shower.

I looked back at Edward once more before I reached the bathroom. He was watching me a possessive, predatory look that told me that he really liked me in his clothes.

Definitely a cold shower…

A/N: Ah, don't you love Carlisle? Any way, musical inspiration for this chapter is "Love Game" by Lady GaGa (cause Bella wants to take a ride on Edward's disco stick) and "Africa" by Toto (look it up- it's amazing). For those who review this chapter, you get to read about the excursion to the hospital from Edward's POV, because we all love ourselves a little Edward. Hope you enjoyed it ;)