Disclaimer: I thank Stephenie Meyer for sharing her characters but I do not own them.

Definitely That

A few flurries of things crossed my mind, so did an obvious big fucking grin…good thing everyone was focused on the movie and not me. I wasn't going to ask him to stop, but it did finally dawn on me that he knew exactly what Jasper was asking me. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or not. I didn't feel embarrassed, I didn't feel ashamed, and I felt absolutely fucking normal.

Now, people feel normal all the time. Not me, I am far from normal there for I never feel that instance of normality, but I did in this moment. I felt whole and complete and I'll say it again in case you didn't get the first few times. Normal.

I closed my eyes and just lingered in the feeling crossing my ankle, I could only hope that this was a sign that he felt close to what I felt for him, and I hadn't really tried to acknowledge these feelings. Instead I would push them into the back of my mind and concentrate on everything else between us, not that any of it made any sense, but still I put forth the effort to at least think about them.

I was deep in thought about you know who, when I felt you know who start to move around. His fingers stopped moving and I shot my eyes open to stare at him. He was looking over at me and then the strangest expression crossed his face before his eyes motioned towards the upstairs.

I stood up and headed towards my room with him hot on my trail. Maybe he wanted to talk, I didn't know what about…but I really didn't care. The living room was way too crowded anyways, so it would be nice to have some alone time with him.

As soon as I entered my room I heard the door close behind me and the lock click. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as Edward approached me, I didn't hesitate to turn around and face him. I just stood there waiting for whatever it is he wanted to do or talk about.

When I felt his body brush up behind mine and his lips find my neck I felt my knees go week with anticipation. His arms circled my waste and as if it was the most natural reaction in the world to have I tilted my head and wrapped my arms around his.

"Bella what were you thinking about down stairs?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"Everything."

"Care to describe?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

His breath was cool and relaxing on my neck as his whispers cooled the spots where his lips once were. I know it was just hormones but I was trying to get the talking over with, I wanted his mouth against my neck again.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because, I want to know everything that is going on in your head."

"How about you tell me what you were thinking about first."

"Who's to say I was thinking about anything at all."

"Don't play dumb Edward."

"You started it."

Are we really going to do this again? I turned around so that I was face to chest with him. I can not really say that I was face to face because well, he was so much taller than I was.

I ran my fingers along the hem of his shirt gliding my fingers under it and then sliding my entire hands up his bare chest. His skin felt smooth as marble under my touch and relished in the fact that at this moment in time, he was mine. And nothing was going to change that.

"What if I said please?"

I decided that two could definitely play this game as I used my index finger to trace my initials over his bare chest; he shuddered a little and let out a deep breath clearly knocking my senses off course. He was making it very hard to concentrate on my task at hand.

His head dipped down as I stepped up on my tip toes and pressed his lips firmly to mine. This kiss started off really slow but quickly started building to much more than even I anticipated. It was much like the kiss on the roof but I could feel more passion running through it as his hands moved around my waste to grab my hips.

He moved me slowly back towards my bed before we both crashed on it. I kept my hands firmly planted on his chest as his arms now supported most of his body weight on top of me. I started using my arms to push the shirt up realizing that if I didn't take control this time, he might try to stop me again. I couldn't have that; I was far to gone in the essence that was Edward.

Once I got his shirt over his head I gripped on top his back pulling him closer to me, there was way too much air floating around between us. He moaned into my mouth as I continued to grip tighter and tighter until I could feel his arousal in between my legs.

His kisses had moved from my mouth back to my neck and then to my ear lobe where he bit lightly, the sensations this man was giving me where driving me crazy! I could not get close enough to him fast enough for my liking.

I moved my face to his neck and started sucking on the skin right below his ear while my hands wandered to his waste band. I pulled him even closer to me trying to create as much friction as I could. He let out another moan that vibrated off my ear letting me know that I was winning this battle.

I slid my thumbs under his waste band and trailed them around to the button securing his pants around his waste…I wanted to shoot whoever invented fucking buttons. My fingers fought furiously with the button before I heard a pleasant snap and knew that I had also won that battle.

His pants slid down to his ankles and he was now hovering above me in nothing but his boxers. I was eager to help him remove my clothes and once his hands started drifting under my shirt I shifted my body up as much as possible so that he could pull it off.

Once my shirt was removed he started his assault on my chest and when he realized that my bra was in his way that was gone to…I was in my own little piece of heaven, my mind was on nothing but him and his kisses. I could feel every bit of him and still felt like I needed more, I needed all of him, I needed to convey to him that I needed all of him.

So instead of speaking I did the only other thing I could think to do. I grinded my hips into his creating even more friction. His lips moved to my nipples as his tongue drew lazy circles around areola. A sharp moan escaped my lips as I grinded even harder into him.

His teeth nipped and pulled at my breast as his hands quickly pulled my pants and under wear off. There was only one restriction left, and that was his boxers. There was no stopping me now. I pulled them down quickly freeing him of his constraints as my hands found what the rest of my body was desperately searching for.

I ran one finger down his entire length and then back up again slowly, Edward let out a sharp breath before continuing his assault on my breast and then moving one hand to run his finger along my folds.

Earth quakes were not uncommon in California, and as my body started to tremble at his touch there could have been a damn earth quake going on in my room at the moment and I would not have noticed anything but this man. I felt him smile against my chest as he positioned himself to enter me; I wanted to ask what he was thinking but knew that this was probably not the most appropriate time.

He lifted his head as his eyes asked me the age old question. Words were not needed at this point as I pressed my lips firmly to his and gripped on to his back pulling him closer. He didn't hesitate at that moment and after one long thrust I felt my world chatter. A noise I didn't think I was even able to create poured out of me as he stilled himself to let me get comfortable to his size.

I admit, it hurt like hell at first, but once I relaxed my tense muscles he continued moving in and out of me driving deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt like electricity was running through me and as his pace picked up so did his kisses, for that I was definitely thankful. I did not want my family down stairs to hear my cries for more. Our moans were muffled by our kisses, and every time he whispered my name I felt like I was going to explode.

He ran his hand slowly down the length of my body until he reached my knee and hitched my leg over his waste; I pulled my other leg up around him and gripped him tightly to me hoping that I didn't hurt him. Once his finger found my most sensitive spot and started rubbing in a circular motion I couldn't hold it any longer and I cried out his name while digging my nails into his shoulder.

Edward came with me and then collapsed on the bed pulling my body in close to his own. Once his arms were circled around me and our breathing back on a normal pace I let out a sigh and turned to kiss his forehead. His hair was a mess but his eyes were the brightest light in the room. A smile lit up his face as he turned me to fully face him, my body was melted to his and I knew in that moment that I had just had the greatest experience in my life.

Again, someone please slap me and tell me why I avoided this man for so long?

"Won't you tell me now?" I looked up at him confused before I remember the conversation that we had before this started. I rolled my eyes and smiled up at him, he was going to be the death of me. Hell, I still couldn't feel my legs and I was a little terrified of making an attempt to stand up the next morning. I was sure as hell though that I was making no move from this bed until at least then.

Our bodies were covered in sweat and normally I would find this repulsing, but there was something inside of me that wanted to lick it up and repeat the earlier activities, so that's just what I did.

Three times to be exact.

Now we both lay here again, completely spent and very thankful that everyone else in the house decided not to check on us. There were so many things I wanted to do with Edward, so many things that I wanted to try, and I didn't feel like forever was going to be long enough for me to get my fill of him. I took a long deep breath and exhaled before kissing Edward on his chest.

"Bella…I wouldn't do that if I were you, I'm pretty tired, and I am sure that you are too."

I chuckled to myself before biting him playfully on the neck. Edward groaned a little before laughing with me.

"We really should talk now."

I stuck out my bottom lip in an effort to pout but new that I should play these cards careful. He was a much better pouter than I could ever be. I ran my fingers through his hair for a few minutes before deciding that maybe he was right, maybe we should talk a little bit. My mind was clouded, but talking did always seem to help, it cleared the air and got things on track.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"Well I distinctly remember asking you a question earlier before you attacked me."

"I did not attack you, and don't act like you weren't willing."

I raised my eye brow and playfully slapped his chest as he laughed at me. His arms circled around my waste and pulled me so tight that I couldn't move. Not like I would actually want to move out of this position…but still it was very unfair how much stronger than me he was.

"I can't really remember what I was thinking at that moment."

"Liar."

"Well, you don't seem so willing to tell me what you were thinking."

"I can tell you that we accomplished what I was thinking about…or well at least part of it."

"Oh yea…care to elaborate on that Mr. Cullen?"

"Do you really need me to elaborate?"

"Maybe it would be safer if we didn't."

I smiled into his chest and he laughed lightly, we were so care free and honest with each other. It was wonderful to feel this way with someone. Sure, he may not have been as pessimistic as me, but he was willing to learn. I couldn't help but laugh at that thought, I should not be teaching people to see the glass as half empty…but then again, did I really believe that anymore? Edward was starting to rub off on me as I definitely had high hopes now on this, whatever this was, was going to last forever.

Even if the relationship itself didn't last forever, I would forever remember Edward, and the impression that he has made on my life. He didn't need a tattoo; his mark was etched into my smile, and probably even my eyes. There could be no other man; I would just have to turn into a lesbian if he ever left me.

"Bella, I'm dying over here…" I sighed dramatically and did the dumbest thing ever. I looked up into his gorgeous fucking eyes. The pout on his face was again…irresistible, hell I'd give him anything he wanted if he asked with that look on his face.

"Fine, I was thinking about you."

"You already told me that."

"What more do you want from me?"

"I want all of you…especially your mind."

"Ugh, ok, so more specifically I was thinking about the pattern you were drawing on my ankle."

"And what pattern was that?" Oh, now he was messing with me. He knew exactly what pattern…did he really have to make me say everything! What the hell I ask you, what the hell!

"Edward, you know what pattern."

"So…maybe I do."

"Maybe my ass, you do know…stop playing stupid with me."

"Bella…I'm hurt…why would I ever play stupid with you."

"So that you can make me say it."

"And what's wrong with hearing my girlfriend say it?"

"Nothing…"

"Then what's the problem?"

I let out a frustrated sigh; there was just no arguing with him…I had met my match. I wanted to throw my arms up in surrender but he still hadn't loosened his grip around my waste. Again, I don't mind…it can just be inconvenient when trying to express one's self utilizing there arms and hands.

"I assume that you understand what Jasper was asking me, right?"

"Maybe…what was Jasper asking you earlier."

"Must you make this difficult?"

"You're the one being difficult."

There was just no winning this battle. I might as well surrender now, just spit it out and get it over with. What's the worse that can happen? As soon as the little voice uttered that thought my other more sadistic little voice chimed in…right on fucking queue. He could leave…you could scare him away. But, I was not having any of that…not after tonight not after the not so subtle hints he's been throwing my way. I am not stupid and he is very obvious whether I admitted that before or not it's the damn truth.

"Jasper was asking when I was going to get your initials tattooed on my ankle, I know you know this because even as I doubted myself you were sitting there drawing them on. And I was thinking about that."

"Why would you doubt yourself?"

"Well… and please don't take this the wrong way; I actually more doubted you than myself. I know where I stand and how I feel. I am just unsure about how you feel about it."

"Why would you doubt me?"

"I don't know…maybe because I am not you, I don't know how sure you are of yourself or of me."

"Well, I can tell you this, I have never been surer in my entire life that I want to keep you just like this, in my arms."

"So why were you drawing your initials on my ankle."

"Isn't it obvious? I mean, I'm not really good at the subtle hints."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Do I need to prove it to you?"

I smiled at the different things I might be able to do to get him to 'prove' it me. All of them were pretty explicit and detailed. Edward loosened his grip on me and rolled out of the bed. I whimpered a little at the loss of contact until he dug around and my desk drawer and came back with a sharpie marker in his hand.

I was about to ask what he was doing until he threw the sheets off of me and grabbed my ankle. He wrote his initials in a very tidy elegant script on my tattoo and then put the cap back on the marker and climbed back into bed with me.

"Well, if that wasn't random or spontaneous."

"Tomorrow I am taking you to get that permanent."

"But, I thought that sharpie was a permanent marker?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yea, well maybe it's my turn to play dumb."

"I don't think you know how to play dumb."

"Touché'"

We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms bickering about anything and everything. I hadn't felt so released of my own mind in so long. It was very refreshing.

I couldn't tell you what time we fell asleep, but I could tell you what time it was when my damn phone started ringing. I swung my arm out to stop the wretched ringing in my ears. Edward was a heavy sleeper and didn't hear a thing as I swatted furiously at the phone on the night stand. I looked over at the clock and realized that it was only 3:30 in the damn morning.

As I grabbed my phone I muttered to myself about how this better be fucking important I was going to rip someone's head off. I tugged on the phone until it came off of the charger and pulled it closer to my ear.

"Hello?"

"May we please speak to Isabella Marie Swan?"

"Speaking and this better be important."

"Miss Swan, you are needed at the Phoenix Memorial Center, there's been an emergency."

I dropped the phone.