A/N: It's 3:15am. Everyone else in the house was asleep by 9pm. After I cracked out on CafeWorld (Damn you Facebook – stop making such addicting apps!) for awhile, I realized that I was wasting perfectly good Twific writing time. So I got down to business and, despite multiple distractions which included a debate over calling the cops on my arguing neighbors, this chapter came to life.

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This chapter's title comes from the Ingrid Michaelson song, "Overboard." I'm deviating from Tori lately. Just because. I do listen to other stuff. Sometimes. :)

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We remained on the beach for several hours, the skies threatening to open up above us and shower us but they never followed through. Edward showed me the tide pools and I showed him how I could nearly fall into one. Sand is no good underfoot of a consistently clumsy girl. Edward humored my artful attempts at self-destruction and always came to my rescue with ease.

As the light began to begin to fade, we made our way back to where Edward had parked his motorcycle. He looked up and gauged the skies again with a thoughtful gaze.

"You don't mind getting a little wet, do you?" he asked. He straddled the bike and put on his helmet.

I blushed, the double entendre not escaping my childish mind. Knowing that he meant wetness from the clouds gathering quickly above, I shook my head.

"I won't melt," I replied. Much, I thought.

Edward smiled and tossed my helmet towards me. I secured it, then climbed on behind him and we were off.

Edward's diagnosis of the weather was nearly impeccable. Within ten minutes of leaving the beach, the clouds that had taunted us with rain all day suddenly broke open and let loose their fury. We were just outside of town, soaked and chilled to the bone when Edward pulled the bike into a gas station with covered pumps.

I pulled off my helmet and shook out my wet tendrils of hair, spraying water all around me.

Edward, stepping off the bike, laughed as the water flung from my hair and splashed him in the face.

"You're soaked," he said.

I looked at him with smiling eyes. "I told you I'd need waders."

Edward laughed and sat back down on the bike, facing backwards and towards me. "I don't need gas," he said. "I just thought we could use a respite from the downpour before continuing."

"It's much appreciated," I replied, leaning my wet forehead against his. "And to think, I showered this morning. I should've just brought along a bottle of Suave and took care of my hair on the way home."

Edward did not respond with a laugh like I thought he would. Instead, his rain soaked lips found mine and he curled his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him on the bike. Dimly aware of possible prying eyes inside the convenience store a mere few steps away, I returned his sweet, warm kiss. Our tongues met slowly, contrasting greatly in their heat with our cool faces.

I scooted closed to Edward on the bike's seat, feeling my drenched pants catching on the leather of the seat. Our heat was centered together, against his swollen manhood and I couldn't help it, but I released my mouth from his and moaned. Edward took advantage of this and pressed his lips against my arched neck.

Kissing behind my earlobes, he worked his way down to my collarbone. A free hand worked its way up to my wet hair, tangling there. The feel of his hands, his rough and strong fingers against my scalp, gave rise to a fresh wave of goosebumps on my arms.

His lips finding mine again, he placed both of his hands against my backside and pulled me as close as we could possibly get. I groaned into his mouth, my pulse picking up speed as my hands worked their way around his neck. My tongue became insistent against his, battling for the space to fill him with the lust that we were both emanating. I could feel him against me, hard and throbbing, desperate to be rid of this public space and these wet articles of clothing.

A voice broke our reverie, tinny and loud, from the speakers above us.

"There's a motel down the road, folks," it said. "Unless you plan on filling your tank, you can fill 'er up for forty-five bucks a night somewhere else."

We broke apart immediately and I looked, shamefaced, at the brightly lit windows of the convenience store. A lone cashier stood at the window behind the register, laughing. I looked at Edward, who looked back at me with his lopsided grin.

"Guess we weren't being very discreet," he joked.

"That's the understatement of the year," I replied, with a laugh. My face was flushed and I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or the act we'd been caught in.

"I couldn't quite help myself, it seems," Edward said as he rearranged himself on the bike and got it started again.

I replaced the helmet on my head. "You're a bad influence, Edward Cullen," I said, giggling. Brazenly, I reached my arms across him from behind and brushed against his still stiff erection, holding it for a moment before returning my hands to their place across his chest.

Edward moaned lightly, then cursed. "Bella Swan," he said in reply, "you're not much better. I have half a mind to take you home right now and get you out of those wet clothes."

I shifted in my seat behind him. The space between my legs was drenched – and not from the rain. "You can't fight the willing," I whispered in his ear.

Edward growled, a deep and sultry sound that only succeeded in turning me on further. He turned his head to kiss me on the forehead. "Death of me, Swan, I swear."

I laughed, burying my face into the wet leather jacket at his shoulder.

Edward sighed, then kicked the kickstand on the bike up. He held it steady on the ground with his feet for a moment. "As much as I would love to follow through with that excruciatingly enticing threat," he said, "your father is likely home by now."

I heaved my own sigh. "You're right," I said.

"I have an idea," Edward replied. "Let's get this bike back to my place. Then you can dry off and we can take one of the covered vehicles back to your place. I don't know if your dad would appreciate me returning you in such a moist fashion."

"Your place?" I had no idea where the Cullens lived, nor did I think I was prepared to meet any members of his family.

Edward seemed to sense my consternation. "Carlisle and Esme won't be home and Em and Rose are out of town doing fundraising. At most, we may run across Alice and Jasper."

I relaxed a bit against the back of his leather jacket. "All right," I said. "I wouldn't mind letting my hair dry out before I get home."

I could almost hear Edward smile as we pulled back out into the pouring rain. "You'll like Alice and Jasper, I promise."

I wasn't worried about that, I supposed. I was more worried that they'd like me.

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Not that far down the street, Edward turned off onto a side road that seemed like it went on into the forest until forever, possibly eventually meeting back up with the ocean that we'd left behind. Instead, there was a sudden clearing and a long, gravel driveway. Settled almost serenely among the trees was a large house that was as grandiose as it was unassuming. A large wrap-around porch took up most of the space in the front and a large garage graced its side, attached to the house. I noticed that there was a well worn driving path to the side of the garage and what appeared to be at least one more house much further back behind the main house, stretching further into the trees.

Edward pressed a button on his keychain and the one of the four garage doors opened. Inside were three vehicles, two clearly of foreign (and expensive) make. The third, a Jeep, was covered in mud up its red doors and reaching to the black canvas top. We parked nearest to the Jeep, Edward propping the bike on its kickstand. I removed my helmet and handed it to him, eying the other vehicles in the garage with open awe.

Edward pressed the button on his keychain again to close the garage door. He saw my gaze and looked at me as he shrugged. "My family loves to lavish their money on others," he explained, "but they have a weakness for cars."

"I'll say," I responded. I took Edward's hand, outstretched to meet mine, and followed him through a separate door to enter the house. We walked through an expansive laundry room and then through a massive kitchen before we found ourselves in what appeared to be the front room of the home.

Everything was ornate and expensive, but again the word "unassuming" crept into my mind. While it was clear that the Cullens were wealthy, it was also clear that their wealth did not consume them. There was no need to flaunt it here in their home and the decorations were tasteful and complemented each room appropriately without going overboard.

"Your home is lovely," I breathed to Edward.

"I will let Esme know that you think so," he replied. "She takes great pride in creating a welcoming space."

As he was finishing his sentence, a small woman bounded into the room from down the stairs. She was short in stature, at least an inch or two shorter than myself. Her dark hair was cut short and looked messy and unstyled, as though she was ready to settle in for the evening. She had a dancer's body, tiny and pixie-like and she very nearly bounced towards Edward's side.

"Edward!" she exclaimed. "I thought I heard you coming up the drive!"

Edward smiled at me as she clasped her hands together and looked from Edward to me, expectantly. "Bella," he said, "please meet my older sister Alice."

Alice reached out and shoved Edward playfully. "Older! You always throw that in!" She reached a hand out to me and I shook it. "I don't know what you see in him, Bella. He's a bastard."

I laughed. "I find that his redeeming moments far outweigh the bastardly ones."

Alice returned my laugh and pulled me in for a hug that I awkwardly accepted. "Oh," she sighed. "I can tell that you and I will be great friends."

I smiled, then laughed as Alice jumped back from me with a start. "You're soaked to the bone!" she exclaimed. Looking closer at Edward, she shook her head. "You, too. What did you do, Edward? Toss her in the sea?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, shaking his hair in her direction. "Is this your weakness? Oh what a world and all that?"

Alice squealed and grabbed my hand. "Come on, Bella," she said. "This simply won't do. I'm sure I have something that you can change into once you dry off."

I looked back at Edward as Alice dragged me towards the stairs and up to the second floor of the house. He had a bemused look on his face as he followed us.

Alice led me to an expansive bedroom that I only assumed was hers. In her room, lounging on a large four-poster bed, was a lanky blond with wildly curly hair. He looked up from his book when we entered and his eyes met me with a questioning glance.

"Jasper," Alice said, "this is Bella Swan. Edward tossed her in the sea."

"Edward has a propensity for such things," Jasper replied. He stood from the bed and came over to shake my hand. "Hello, Bella."

"Hello, Jasper," I said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he responded. Something about his friendly demeanor immediately put me at ease. I entertained the thought that, as Alice had said, we would all be very good friends.

"I'm going to find something dry for Bella to wear home," Alice announced, throwing open a set of double doors that revealed a walk-in closet nearly as enormous as her bedroom.

"A towel may be in order also," Jasper said as he sat back down on the bed with his book. I recognized it to be a tattered and clearly well-loved copy of To Kill a Mockingbird.

"That's my favorite," I said, pointing to the paperback.

"Mine too," said Jasper. "I'm glad to see that Edward's enamored with someone that has good taste."

I blushed, hard and red. Enamored? I turned back to Alice, who had emerged from the closet with a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater. At first glance, it was something I could be found wearing on any normal day. Except that each article likely cost more than one of my paychecks.

"Don't worry about returning them," Alice said, waving her hand in dismissal. "I'm not a jeans girl." I looked down at Alice's flowing skirt and decided that she did, in fact, not resemble a jeans and sweater girl like me.

"Thanks," I said, "but I'll make sure these are returned to you. I couldn't keep your clothes."

Alice laughed and Jasper snorted from behind his book. "I'm a self-admitted clotheshorse," Alice declared. "I can't help myself. I wear things once or twice and then donate them to charity. At the very least, I'm keeping that Goodwill from going out of business."

Stepping back into the closet, Alice grabbed a pair of socks and handed them to me as well. "Nothing's better than a clean pair of socks after you've been tossed in the sea," she explained and took my hand to lead me back out of the room. It was small in mine, but soft and warm.

"This is the bathroom," she said, pointing to an open door at the end of the hallway. "You'll see the towels when you enter. If you need any toiletries, there should be plenty at the vanity. Feel free to use whatever you need."

"Thank you, Alice," I said.

"My pleasure," she replied and bounced back into her bedroom.

Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light, I decided immediately that "bathroom" was the entirely wrong word for what this room was. "Spa" was likely a better choice. A large, jetted tub was set against a large window shuttered against the outside. A vanity graced the wall to my left and even the toilet and sink fixtures seemed as though they had cost a fortune. I set the towel and Alice's clothes down onto the vanity's seat, staring in awe at my surroundings.

At least I understood now why Edward didn't let too many people know about his family's wealth. I could see how some people might like to take advantage of this.

I began to undress, peeling my saturated clothes from my body and relishing in the way the air hit my cool body. I realized happily that the clothes that Alice had chosen were nearly my exact size and I began to dry off my legs before attempting to step into the expensive denim. I had the jeans on, as well as my black bra, when a soft knock came at the door.

"Bella?" Edward's voice came from the other side. "Are you decent?"

I cracked the door open a bit and peeked my face out, covering my chest with the large towel. "Not in the least," I responded.

Edward's lips crinkled into a mischievous smile. "Can I come in anyway?"

"Seeing as this is your home, it would seem rude of me to keep you from entering any room you please." I returned his grin.

Edward pushed the door open enough to allow himself entrance and then closed it behind him, locking it. I tightened the towel around me, hesitant to stand in front of him in just my bra – especially in the bright lights overhead. He had changed from his wet clothes into a park of dark blue jeans and a black tee. So cliché, yet so incredibly fitting.

"Need any help?" he asked.

"I guess that depends on what kind of help you're offering," I said coyly.

Edward's laugh was deep and throaty. "I merely wanted to know if you needed a hand finding anything in the bathroom," he said. He stepped closer to me, sliding a finger between the towel and my chest. "But if you were suggesting that you needed some other kind of help, I may find myself happy to oblige."

I loosened my grip on the towel and with a slight tug, it fell to my feet. Edward sighed inwardly and pulled me close to him, his hands finding my hair and his lips pressing fervently against mine. I returned the kiss, of course, pressing my body against his and enjoying the familiar feel of his erection straining behind his jeans. I rubbed deliciously against it, the friction causing a wonderful sensation between my thighs. I groaned quietly, delving my tongue deeper into his mouth.

Edward moved a hand from my hair and brought it between us, rubbing against my throbbing sex. Walking slowly forward, so that I moved backward in step with him, we bumped up against the vanity chair where Alice's sweater still sat, forgotten for the moment. Edward's fingers hooked under the waistband of my borrowed jeans, flicking open the buttonfly in one deft movement. Soon enough, the zipper was down as well and Edward's hand found its way into my panties, still damp from both the rain and from the feel of Edward's hands upon me.

His hand found what it was looking for, slipping silently into my folds and rubbing against my clitoris. His mouth still on mine, Edward rubbed his index finger on the slick nub there, causing me to arch my neck away from his lips. As before at the gas station, he took advantage of his by ravaging his lips upon the soft skin of my collarbone. His middle finger slipped further down and inside of me. His other hand, free from my hair now, pushed down the jeans until they pooled at my feet.

My lower body free of the confines of the denim, Edward was able to push his middle finger further into me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breathing became ragged and fast and I felt myself becoming lightheaded with sensation. Edward gently eased me to sit down on the vanity chair, kneeling in front of me as I moved downward.

His fingers were still inside of me as I sat there, gripping onto the sides of the chair for support. My head, arched back, dragged my hair across the various toiletries laid out on the vanity. Edward moved another finger inside of me and moved them in and out of me in wet, slow movements. His lips peppered kisses, then gentle nibbles on my legs and inner thigh.

Then they landed on the spot where his thumb had been. I gasped inwardly, as quietly as I could. His lips were just as warm as the sex that he was now lazily draping his tongue over, it seemed. His fingers twisting inside of me, he kissed at my clitoris, pulling it gently into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue in quick flicks. Sucking at it, he used his only free hand to cup my buttock, pulling me closer to his face.

I stifled a moan as I began to slip away from reality, rocking gently against his face. I looked down at him from heavy-lidded eyes and saw, with astonishment, that he was looking up at me. Intently, he watched my face as he continued driving his tongue and his fingers in and around me. My eyes closed and my head rolled back again; I could feel my legs tensing up as the build-up to my orgasm began.

"Edward," I called softly. I moved my hands down to the mess of his bronze hair and ran my fingers through it. "Oh goddddd, Edward, I'm so close."

A low growl escaped Edward's lips as he delved further into me, fueled, it seemed, by my quiet words. His tongue was wrapped furiously around my swollen clitoris and his fingers pushed harder and harder into. I raised my hips to grind against the motions that his hands were making against me and Edward gripped my backside harder, hid fingernails digging into my skin. It was a decadent mix of pleasure and pain; I bit down hard on lip to stop the loud cry from escaping that bubbled up in response.

"Oh Edward, oh Edward, oh Edward," I cried. "Oh!"

My hips jutted upwards, Edward's mouth and fingers following, and I froze there as stars shot around the inside of my eyelids. A shudder ran over my body and I felt my sex contract around Edward's still-pumping fingers. A loud groan slipped from his lips as he removed his fingers and lapped at my lips.

I relaxed and settled my backside back down onto the vanity chair. Exhaling a breath that I didn't know I had been holding, I tugged at Edward. He straightened up and pressed his mouth against mine. I could taste my juices on his tongue as he kissed me and suddenly, the goosebumps from earlier were back. Releasing me from the kiss, Edward brought his lips to my ear.

"That was fucking beautiful," he said in a whisper.

"Understatements are your strong suit," I replied with a throaty laugh. "That was phenomenal." I pushed my lips back onto his for another kiss.

"That couldn't have left you very satisfied, though," I continued. "I think there's something I can do to remedy that."

"And there's something that I love for you to do about that," Edward replied. "However, it seems to have gotten increasingly dark since we made our way in here."

Edward emphasized this fact by slipping down one of the shutters. He was right. It was dusk. If Charlie wasn't home already, he would be soon. And I hadn't left a note for him.

"Shit," I cursed. I looked forlornly from the window to Edward. "I hate to leave you in this position." The bulge behind his zipper twitched.

Edward laughed and brought me to my feet. "Trust me, Bella," he said. "I'll have the image of you with my head between your legs burned into my mind for some time to come. I'll get by just fine." He raised his hand and splayed out his five fingers to indicate what he would spend his evening doing.

"Oh!" I cried, suddenly flush at the thought of my image in Edward's head as he pleasured himself. I pulled Alice's jeans back up my legs and hoped that Edward had not seen how quickly I had re-moistened my panties.

Once dressed, we hurried out of the bathroom and past Alice and Jasper's room. We seemed to go undetected, but I could've sworn that I heard a light giggle come from the room as we passed. I was grateful that we were not interrogated on our way out of the house. We made our way back to the garage, where Edward opened the passenger side door to the Jeep and helped me climb in. A pair of pink fuzzy dice hung from the rearview mirror and Edward saw me looking at them quizzically as he opened the garage door and backed out.

"This is Alice's Jeep," he said, explaining. "She loves the dice."

"Funny," I said. "And the mud?"

Edward laughed. "Hard to miss, isn't it?" He turned out of the driveway and back onto the road. "She and Jasper like to take the Jeep into the woods and try out everything they show it doing in the commercials."

"I'd never have guessed she was into that kind of thing."

"Yeah, well, she's a strange creature, my sister."

"What is your brother like, Emmett?"

"A little more stereotypical. Big, muscled, a little dim at times. But a great prankster. And a teddy bear when it comes to Rose. He'd move the moon and the stars for her if he could."

I moved closer to Edward across the bench seat of the Jeep. I sighed. "It must be nice to have such a large, close family."

Edward smiled and looked over at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. "It has its perks and its downfalls, just like everything else in life."

Sooner than I wanted to be, we were back in front of my house. Charlie's cruiser was parked out front and I could see the lights on in the house. He was standing in the kitchen.

"Should I come in?" asked Edward as he set the parking brake.

I hesitated. "No," I said finally. "I should probably broach this with Charlie myself. Then we'll have formal introductions."

Edward put an arm around me. "No problem. You'll be at work tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yes, you?"

"Dinner shift," he replied. "It's lasagna night."

"Then I guess I'll see you there."

"Of course."

I took Edward's hand in mine as he reached in to kiss me. I threaded my fingers into his, feeling his lips warm against mine. With my father in the house behind us, we did not dare to show as much public affection as we had at the gas station earlier. Our fingers did the majority of our talking for us – his hand grasping mine tightly, our fingers interwoven. I used my free hand to cup Edward's face as we kissed and when we pulled back from each other, I traced my index finger along the outline of his jaw.

"Goodnight, Edward," I said quietly.

"Goodnight, Bella."