A/N: Hello again, pretties.
They were supposed to be practicing.
No, really.
The problem was, they had moved on to the quicker moves, and their legs had tangled, spilling them onto the floor all snarled up with each other.
As her parents were traveling, Edward and Bella had taken the opportunity to use the empty house... because there was more room to dance, of course. At least, that was what Edward told himself.
Really, he'd had every intention of keeping it chaste.
Until her body was on top of his, and he liked it. He really, really liked it.
Edward closed his eyes, trying to think of baseball. Or her father. That was probably a better image. Her ex-cop father that they hadn't yet told about their relationship.
But then he felt Bella's breath hot on his face a second before her lips were on his. She repositioned herself, brushing up against him in that way, and no amount of thinking of her father was going to stop him once all that started.
Giving in, Edward got a firm grip on her before he rolled them so he was on top.
If they were going to do this, he had a fantasy to fulfill.
It was only a few days before he'd been dry-humping a woman across the stage to the tune of Marilyn Manson's version of "Tainted Love". The woman had long brown hair, and he'd accidentally started thinking of what it would be like if it were Bella trapped beneath him instead of a stranger.
Luckily, in his line of work, boners were a plus.
But where he'd only teased that woman, rubbing his body up close to her but never really bearing down with his weight, he gave himself fully to Bella.
He kissed her deeply even as his hips pinned hers to the floor. He found the hard, raw rhythm easily even without the help of the music playing. He nipped at her lower lip, making her squeal with pleasure and buck up against him.
Jesus God, it was so fucking sweet.
And when the 'song' ended in his head, he climbed to his knees, panting and devouring her with his eyes. She lay back on the floor, hair mussed, face flushed, lips swollen.
Taking her hands, he drew her up into a sitting position and stroked her cheek reverently. He kissed her softly, tenderly, keeping one hand cupped against her face while the other stroked her throat. His fingers trailed down, tracing her collarbone before he finally palmed her breast.
She was alive in his arms, kissing him back, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body pressing against his, encouraging his wandering hands.
And so another day of practice was lost to distraction as they explored each others bodies with touches and kisses.
A/N: My oh my, they are never going to get anything done.