I had one foot in my pants when somebody knocked on my door.

"Hang on!" I cried, hopping to try and get my leg completely inside my leggings. I had on a fresh tank already and there was a giant hoodie on standby, hanging out by my bed, just to make sure the getup was leaving a little to the imagination.

I pulled the stretchy non-pants up over my hips and let the elastic snap, then I opened the door.

Pretty Boy was standing on the other side. He was wearing the same jeans and sweater from earlier, but there was an added little crease between his eyebrows. "I was an ass to you all day and then you kissed me."

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame. The door tried to close itself and came to rest on my back. "What's with the summary? You planning on tweeting my escapades?"

He reached out a hand and touched my bare elbow before pulling back. "I'm sorry."

"Okay. Thanks," I acknowledged. "I get it, y'know, I know I can be difficult."

"I said things I didn't mean."

I nodded. "That's what people do in fights."

"I'm really sorry. My sisters would kick my ass if they knew what a little shit I'd been all day. I blame hangover, and nerves, and your hangover —"

"MC, it's okay. Everyone fights. In fact I tend to fight more than the average bear."

The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. "Yeah, yeah, then everyone should probably apologize after."

"I actually quite liked what you did instead."

"You enjoyed cocky, possessive groping in lieu of an apology? Gem among woman!" he joked. His hands came to rest on my shoulders and stroked them warmly as his expression sobered. Pretty Boy lifted one hand to touch my face, just grazing my cheekbone, and let his hand fall back to my shoulder. "Don't put up with that shit though, not from anyone — definitely not from me."

I unhooked my arms and grabbed his wrists, shaking them while his hands still rested on my shoulders. "Just warn me the next time you have PMS. I'll be sensitive to it."

He deadpanned: "Ha ha."

I moved backwards into my room; Pretty Boy followed me. I flopped back on my bed — still neatly made since I had slept on someone's bathroom floor the night before — and wriggled around to get comfortable. Edward moved toward Jenna's bed as usual. I stretched out an arm, making a grasping gesture with my fingers although he was too far away for me to actually grab.

"MC, where you going?"

He raised an eyebrow in question and gestured dramatically at the spare bed.

"Come here. I'm sleepy."

"You don't have to come out. You can sleep, Duckling. I'll see you in the morning."

"No — nap time. Just an hour; I'll go out after. Promise. Wake me up when it's time to go."

I was still making a grabby hand at him and Pretty Boy finally took the hint and perched himself on the edge of my bed. I rolled my eyes and tugged backwards on his arm.

"This is going to be difficult if you're going to start being a gentleman."

"Hey. When was I not?"

"Do not get me started, MC. I need to make up for my sleep deficit."

He shrugged and lay back next to me on the bed, scooching me over so that I had to roll onto my side — facing him — to keep from falling.

I hooked my leg over his and planted my head on his chest. He stroked his hand through my hair, and played with the ends where they fell just below my shoulder blades. A haircut was in desperate need but I had been too lazy since I moved out.

"You have shoes on," I muttered into his t-shirt.

I could practically feel him roll his eyes above my head. "I can't sit up if you're on top of me."

"Kick them off."

He did as he was asked. I felt some fumbling near his hips and then his belt hit the floor too. "Better?"

"Uh huh. Remember to wake me up."

I was suddenly exhausted. The whole weekend had been a clusterfuck of activity — good and bad — and although my hangover was mostly gone it was slowly coaxing down my eyelids. I let them fall closed and the comfortable rise and fall of Pretty Boy's breathing lull me to sleep.

I woke up with a crick in my neck and a dead arm. I moved it awkwardly and my eyes snapped open as the blood rushed painfully back into my squashed limb. Blinking heavily I became aware that I was face to face with... jeans. Seriously tented jeans.

Squinting down I saw the reason my pillow seemed harder than usual — my head was resting on Pretty Boy's stomach. His t-shirt had ridden up in the night — probably as I ninja-ed my way into facing the complete opposite direction, and halfway down the bed — so that one side of my face was becoming nicely acquainted with his abs. I had probably drooled on them while I was asleep, ergh.

My eyes were drawn back to the jeans, and what they contained. Then, as I squinted in the shaft of sunlight streaming through my window, I realized it was morning. It was morning. Pretty Boy had not woken me up. Pretty Boy had fallen asleep underneath me and we had class in... I peered over to the clock... fifteen minutes.

I sat up straight, my hand falling onto Edward's stomach. "Wake up!"

"Hmm?"

"MC, wake up! We're gonna be late!"

He swatted lightly at my hand and burrowed his face further into the pillow. "Sleep. Don't wanna play pool anyway."

"Edward, we're gonna be late for class."

"What?" His face scrunched up against the cotton pillow case.

"Class: we have it. In, like, twelve minutes."

He cracked open one eye, squinting at me. "Bella? Why're you in my bed."

"This is my bed and you need to get out of it!"

He finally wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged, pulling it off his stomach, and pulling me off balance. I tipped over and landed with my head on the pillow facing him.

"Skip. Let's skip."

"I only have one absence left."

"Yeah, so? It's almost the end of the semester."

He let go of my wrist and his hand slipped down to my waist. It moved slowly down to my hip as he spoke. "Stay."

I sighed, balling up my hands in the front of his t-shirt. "This isn't fair."

His eyes were closed again as he shuffled forward a little. He didn't have far to go considering how small the twin bed was. His nose bumped mine.

"Need to brush my teeth," I protested. Even as I complained I scooted over to close the last tiny bit of space between us — we were pressed together from top to toe and I was suddenly very aware of the morning visitor I had spied earlier in his jeans.

He pressed his face into my neck. "Egh, don't move."

I let one of my hands curl into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with my nails. He made a happy growly noise and opened his mouth against my neck. I gasped and held myself very, very still. Pretty Boy kissed along the side of my throat, mumbling: "So, we're skipping, right?"

I let out a shudder-y breath to reply: "Right, sure. My academic downfall is all on you."

I could feel his breath hot against my collarbone as his lips trailed downwards. The open-mouthed kisses felt like they were scalding me in the best way. I was suddenly short of breath.

He nudged me onto my back, one of his knees falling between my thighs so that Pretty Boy was hovering above me. He was rumpled from sleep; heavy, dark lashes fluttering. He looked adorable. I didn't know how someone who looked so adorable could make me so hot.

He lifted his face to kiss under my jawline before returning to the scoop of my tank top.

"Urgh, I wanna kiss you," I murmured.

He hummed against my skin and I thought it might melt off my bones. "So, kiss me. Since we're not goin' anywhere and all."

"Morning breath..."

He shrugged against me and I could feel his whole body press into mine with the way he moved. "Don't care."

I wrapped my legs around the one he had wedged between them, crossing my ankles.

Pretty Boy had found a spot at the top of my breast — where it peeked out of my tank's scoop neck — and was working it over like it was his job. There was going to be a mark if he didn't move on soon, but it felt too good for me to actually care.

I tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. His lips were swollen and warm. I was cocooned — warm, disheveled bedsheets underneath me; warm, disheveled Pretty Boy above me. My pulse raced low down in my stomach as he opened his mouth against mine. The hand that wasn't holding him up was resting firmly on my hip, his thumb rubbing back and forth just below my hipbone at the edge of my leggings, making my thighs twitch.

He tugged on the edge of my shirt and I could feel the neck get lower and lower. His mouth followed until his tongue dragged across my nipple and a sharp, strangled noise pulled out of my throat. I was practically panting; my hands quivering. He stopped, looking up at me from my chest. My eyes flickered open and I could just see his eyes through his mop of hair — which had been seriously assaulted by sleep, and my fingers. "You okay?" he asked, sleepily.

I nodded quickly.

That little crease formed between his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Uh, yeah, yes," I stuttered unconvincingly.

He shuffled his way back up my body, and rolled back onto his side, taking me with him. I wiggled to get my boob back into my shirt. Pretty Boy laughed against my shoulder at the action and then pulled back again so I could see his eyes. They were glass-green in the morning light like the thick base of a beer bottle, light refracted and sparkled in them.

He pressed a quick kiss to my top lip. "G'morning."

"Mmm, morning."

He murmured: "I know your vote is gonna be coffee and danish, but I vote more sleep."

I pulled my hand from between us to brush Pretty Boy's hair back off his forehead. "I could do more sleep." I was feeling docile, and restless, and uncertain, and ecstatic — unconsciousness would be a respite from the churning contradictory feelings inside me.

"Amazing. Turn over, this bed is too small."

I grunted in protest, but turned so that my back was nestled firmly against his chest. "You made me want danishes," I muttered.

"Later. I will buy you all the danishes."

Already drowsy again, I mumbled: "Love danishes."

I fell back to sleep with the vibrations of his laughter rumbling through my body.

AN: Firstly — Big apologies to those of you who didn't get your teaser, FFnet was sucking and not letting me post messages!

Secondly — This chapter was longer but then there was too much to fit in and it wouldn't work so I had to split it in two, sorry for the short chapter, I'll get the next one out a little faster than usual.

Thirdly — Couple of people asked if there'd be an Edward POV, if people are interested then I've considered writing a bit as a one-off, but it won't appear in this story. This is Bella's story, she wouldn't stand for it!

Fourthly — Thaaaank you, thank you to everyone reading and reccing! Love you all.

Reviews get a teaser for the next chapter! Also, I do have a twitter (sexycereal) I'm better about answering questions, etc. there if you have them. OMG, longest AN ever.