I still don't own the Twilight characters (that honor goes to Stephanie Meyer)… I just like to manipulate them. :K

Rock and roll all night

"No, not quite. It's more like… a touching game." I felt my jaw drop and she must have taken my silence as a cue to continue. "It's called 'Are you afraid?' We take turns touching each other until one of us shies away or admits to being nervous. Loser buys the next round?"

"Okay." Well, fuck me!

Looks like Bella and I really are going to get to know each other.


EPOV:

"How about we continue asking other questions to serve the purpose of getting to know each other?" Bella asked and I nodded in agreement. "How about you start off this round since I started last time?"

"Sure. How about you ask, I touch?" I offered.

I knew that once I started touching her that my brain would have a difficult time formulating a coherent response, let alone a question. I had to attempt putting off blabbering like an idiot for as long as I could manage.

"One more thing… you're not limited to only using your hands." Bella informed me with a devilish wink. She is going to be the death of me, I swear it.

I couldn't lose my cool just yet, so as confidently as I could, I placed my hand gently on her knee. Thankfully, she took that as a sign to begin the game.

"Hmmm. Let me see…" Bella wondered out loud. Ever so slowly my fingers started drawing light, random patterns across the smooth skin of her knee. It was just as soft as her stomach.

I looked up just in time to see Bella's eyes flutter closed. There was a small smile playing across her lips. I was still waiting on her question as I began to inch my pattern drawing slowly up and then back down to Bella's knee. My hand traveled further and further up each pass as I waited.

I stopped at the hem of her impossibly short skirt, running my fingers across the edge. "How old are you?" she asked as her voice cracked the tiniest bit.

"24," I answered with a small laugh. That seemed to snap Bella back into focus and she gave me a calculating look. "Are you afraid?" I teased.

"No," she said abruptly, playfully smacking my hand away. "My turn to touch."


BPOV:

It took me much longer to come up with a question than it should have. I just couldn't think of anything but the feeling of his hands on me again. His touches were feather light and yet that made them feel all the more intense.

There were plenty of things that I wanted to ask him, but 'can you move your hand just a little higher?' just didn't seem appropriate right now. So I just asked him something extremely basic that didn't matter to me in the least. Age. Besides, there was a 2 year age difference, not 100!

I was slightly annoyed when he seemed to notice the effect he was having me and I quickly moved along with our little game. I just wanted to touch him. So I did what I had wanted to do since I first saw him. Starting with his cheekbones I began to gently trace the contours of his beautiful face. My hand traveled slowly down his cheekbone to his jaw then across his chin, reversing the order of my actions. I continued as I moved lightly across each brow and down the straight line of his nose.

Without telling my body to move, I found myself slowly leaning in the closer I got to his lips. I stopped myself, looking into his eyes. I was shocked to see his green eyes watching me intently. We both just sat there silently, watching each other and I realized that I was waiting for something.

"Isn't there… um… something you wanted to ask me?" I asked as I gave him a sweet, knowing smile. Glad to see I wasn't the only one enjoying this a little too much.

"Yes, there was… but I forgot," he replied simply, returning my smile with a handsomely crooked one of his own.

I couldn't help but giggle at his honesty. I had started this game to have a little fun with Edward, but it quickly became clear that our flirtatious touches were not conducive to thinking clearly.

"Would you like to dance?" Edward asked me.

"Is that your question?" I quickly retorted.

"I guess it is now," he responded with another smile that made me melt. "I got distracted before," he admitted, leaning in like he was telling me a secret.

"Alright," I agreed as he took my hand and led me onto the dance floor for the second time this evening.

It wasn't as though I hadn't been able to hear the music from where we were sitting, but now that I was in the mood to dance I felt the beat pulsing through my body. Edward stopped walking once we found a spot on the floor that was slightly less crowded. Somehow I managed to be so busy watching him that I didn't notice his abrupt stop, causing me to walk right into his broad chest.

I felt him put one hand on my hip and the other on my back to steady me. My hands automatically went in front of me onto his chest. But instead of releasing me once I was balanced, he held me to him. Not that you would ever find me complaining. For a few seconds we just stood there looking at each other.

Slowly his hands started to glide across the skin of my back until they were both situated on my hips. I felt him gently tug me closer to him and I eagerly closed the small space between us. Soon I felt another gentle pressure and this time he was beginning to guide my hips in swaying to the music. I continued looking into his eyes as I slid my hands from his chest to rest where his shoulders meet his neck. He wasn't wearing any other layers beside a t-shirt now and I lightly traced along the neck of his shirt.

Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You aint gotta be scared
Where you going now?
I'm a have to defrost on ya
Let's get it blazin'

My fingers kept playing across his neck as we danced and I thought over what I was about to ask. The music was playing loudly so I had to lean in very close to his ear to ensure that he could hear me.

"Edward? If asking me to dance counted as your question… that would make it my turn."

"Right," he nodded in agreement and for me to continue. I could feel his stubble lightly rub against my face at his small movement. The feeling that sent through my body only added to the desire behind my question.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" Even I was a little shocked by my forwardness, but I couldn't help it. I needed this.


We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna
Just wanna move you
But you're frozen
That's what I'm saying

When Edward didn't respond, my body's reaction was to stop dancing, but his hands continued to move my body in synch with his. I kept looking at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that. I was… I was…"

"Stop," he demanded. He didn't yell, but his tone was very firm. "Didn't I tell you that there would be consequences if you kept apologizing to me?"


EPOV:

Bella had just asked if she could kiss me. That was just fuckin' hott! I hadn't meant to seem like I was hesitating, but I was in awe of the woman standing before me. As if there were anything she could possibly do to me that I wouldn't readily agree to. I felt pretty bad about her thinking I was rejecting her in some way, but the second she started apologizing a plan started to form in my head.

"Stop," I told her, trying to be firm but not too intimidating. "Didn't I tell you that there would be consequences if you kept apologizing to me?"

A look of shock played upon her face, but it was quickly replaced by understanding and amusement.


Let me break the ice
Allow me to get you right
Let you warm up to me
Baby I can make you feel (Hot, Hot, Hot)

"Yes, you did," she admitted.

"Bella, Bella, Bella… what am I going to do with you?" I tsked in mock disapproval. Tenderly I used one hand to brush her hair behind her ear as I slowly leaned in closer.

"How about I get that kiss now and we can save your punishment for later?" I whispered in her ear.


Let me break the ice
Allow me to get you right
Let you warm up to me
Baby I can make you feel (Hot, Hot, Hot)

I pulled my face back slowly so that I could look at her reaction. Her luscious pink mouth was pursed in a little "o" and I could easily see the desire in her eyes as she looked back at me. Ever so slowly her small, delicate hand crawled back up my neck until she was cupping the side of my face. She moved her thumb so that it lightly started tracing my bottom lip.

I started brushing my thumbs against her hips in encouraging circles. I wanted… no, needed to taste her. Using a little more force than necessary, I grabbed her hips pulling her into me as my mouth eagerly descended to meet hers.


When our lips finally touched it was only for the most fleeting of moments, but it was still better than anything I had ever felt before. The taste of my drink on her lips was heavenly. She was sweeter than I ever imagined and her taste complimented the alcohol perfectly. I wasn't sure which one of us pulled away first, but the second I saw the hungry look in her eyes my mouth quickly dove back to hers.

This kiss wasn't soft like the first. This time I greedily went after her lips. Bella seemed to share my sense of urgency as her arms began to entwine around my neck, pulling me closer. Yet it still wasn't close enough for me. I began gently nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip. I could tell that Bella liked that a lot because after repeating the action she parted her lips a little and released a small moan.

I took this opportunity to softly press my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue was waiting to meet mine with soft caresses. I was absolutely in Heaven as I took in the taste, smell, and feel of Bella.

My Bella.


A/N:

I hope you like it! I tried not ending with a cliffie this time.

I know that my chapters are quite short, but I find myself struggling to get past the 2,000 word mark. I'm putting a conscious effort into making them longer from now on. I'll do what I can.

Please review!