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Btw – couldn't recall if Charlie's room was upstairs or downstairs, so I just went with whatever worked best for me ;) lol

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Chapter 13: The Prude.

Edward's POV:

Three years ago, outside Bella's dorm room in college.

I stood outside the door, hesitating before I could knock. I took one relaxing breath.

This is ridiculous. Why am I even this nervous?

Bella had been urging me for some time now to come over to her dorm room, meet her roommate, just hang out. When she told me over the phone that Black was away, visiting his dad, something in my mind told me that now was the perfect time. I had no idea what I was expecting to happen, or what I was planning to do, but I was pretty sure that some darker part of my mind wanted to make a move on Bella.

I shook my head and knocked on the door three times. I immediately heard some sort of thud, followed by someone fumbling with something, and then the door opened.

Bella stood in front of me, smiling the brightest, most genuine smile. She wore jeans with a dark blue tank top that made her ivory skin look amazing. Her hair was up in a ponytail, leaving her neck exposed and tempting. She was a little flushed and also a little out of breath, which made her chest rise and fall noticeably.

Well, I guess that's why I'm nervous.

"Hey," she breathed out.

"Hi," I couldn't help but grin back to her as she let me in and closed the door behind me. I fought the urge to make real on a little fantasy I had these days by pressing her to the door and taking her against it.

"What was all that noise?" I said, denying myself the chance to do anything like that.

"Oh, I, uh… just dropped the chair on my way to the door. And tripped over it. I'm fine, though," she said awkwardly.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. She was always so clumsy, and it really only added to her charm.

Did she rush to the door because she knew it was me? One side of me hoped. The other side was telling me that the entire universe does not revolve around me.

"So… this is where you live nowadays, huh?" I asked, looking around. Everything was tidy and clean, and very much a girl's room.

"Yup," she said, plopping down on one of the beds. "Me and Alice. You really should meet her. I think you might get a real kick out of her."

"What makes you say that?" I asked, wrinkling my forehead as I continued to walk around and explore everything 'Bella' in the room.

"Oh, you'll see," she winked. Did she really just wink at me?

"Well, this half of the room looks pretty much the same as your room in Forks," I pointed out. "You used to keep your notebooks in this exact drawer," I mused, pulling out the second drawer in the desk. There was a bunch of pages with what looked like poems on them.

"What are you doing?" Bella panicked and got up from the bed. "No, do not touch those -" before she could continue, I pulled out the pages to examine them, mostly wanting to annoy Bella, but also a little curious.

"What are these?" I asked, reading the first lines.

"It's just homework – poetry, I suck at poetry. Give that to me."

"No," I turned my back to her as she made a move to grab the pages between my hands.

"Edward!" She tried again and I blocked her with my hand.

"Hold on," I said, continuing to scan the poem on the first page.

"Ugh!" she groaned in defeat as I read on.

***

Come home, lost sun of mine

To make my universe

Revolve around you once more

Give me two heartbeats instead of just one

To make me pant

Make me lose control

Surround me softly with your scent

To comfort me

While I continually fall

Push me further and further to the edge

To bring me back

And we'll make this our home.

***

Well fuck. Me.

A moment passed before I was able to say something. I wanted to tease her about the nature of the song – to get some sort of cute agitated reaction – but I just couldn't; it was far too good, and I didn't want to make her feel insecure about it.

To tell the honest truth, it moved me and turned me the fuck on, all at the same time.

"Bella, that's… wow," I said 'articulately'.

She sighed. "I wish you wouldn't have read that," she said quietly.

"Why?" I turned my gaze back to her, putting the paper sheets aside.

She folded her hands against her chest and looked down, blushing terribly.

God, what are you doing to me?

All I could think about was pushing her back to the bed and then pushing her further and further to the edge.

"Well, it's kind of..." she started, avoiding the fixation of my eyes on her face, "You know."

I couldn't help myself but to get closer, until I towered over her. I was acting on instinct. My body was pulling me towards her, and I had no say in the matter. She still avoided my eyes.

"Sexual," I said quietly, and heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

"Yes," she breathed out, completely unaware of the shivers that word, coming out of her in that way, sent through my body.

It registered with me that she made no attempt to move backwards, as I kept narrowing the distance between our bodies until I felt one of her thighs against mine, and her chest just barely grazed my upper abdomen. I noticed we were both breathing heavily, almost panting into each other.

I let myself feel dazed with the scent that came off her skin and the air she breathed out.

Bella, I inhaled deeply.

As if she heard me, she finally lifted her eyes to meet mine in a forceful gaze, for just one moment breaking it to move her eyes down to my lips. It seemed so much like she wanted this, too.

That was it. Taken or not, I was making my move.

I leaned over slightly, already closing my eyes, when I heard a key turn in the lock. We both abruptly pulled back with embarrassment, and distanced ourselves enough to appear casual. I ran a nervous hand through my hair.

"Hey, Bells!" the petite girl who entered the room – Alice – called cheerfully. Actually, I don't think I've heard anyone speak quite so cheerfully. She had straight, short black hair and dark blue eyes. She was pretty, like Bella had said, but she was nowhere near as beautiful as Bella was.

"Hey, A-Alice," Bella spoke only a little shakily and smiled to her. "Uh… this is Edward," she gestured towards me.

"Hi," I said, trying to smile casually as well. This was one of those rare moments when I acted as awkward as Bella did sometimes. Only she made it look adorable, and I must've looked like a complete idiot.

"Edward," she grinned to Bella as she walked over to us, giving her a look that made me wonder if they had ever discussed me. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Yeah, well, Bella mentioned you quite a few times as well," I said, looking over at Bella, who was glaring at Alice for some reason. "She actually said you were the girl version of me."

Alice laughed out. "Oh, did she say that?"

"I might've said something like that, yes," Bella said and quickly changed the subject. "Hey, anyone craving a cup of coffee like I am?"

"Actually, I just had some from the machine," Alice said.

"Oh, but coffee shop coffee is so much better than machine coffee. You know what? We should all go to the coffee shop and have some real, good coffee," Bella enthused.

"Yeah, let's do that," I complied, really wanting to get out of the uncomfortable situation in that room.

"Are you sure a cup of coffee is what you really need right now, Bells?" Alice asked, raising an eyebrow at Bella's jumpy behavior.

"Yes, let's go," Bella urged, already heading to the door.

"O…kay," Alice said, obviously sensing our strange behavior.

She was kind enough not to bring it up, although I was sure that she was going to ask Bella about it later.

Once we were out and hanging out at the coffee shop, Alice and I actually kind of bonded. I could see why Bella said I would get a kick out of her – she was such a hyperactive little pixie, even though she drank decaf. And she was a sweet person, and I had no doubt that she cared for Bella. Not in the way that I did, but still.

That poem continued to drive me crazy, though. I knew that when people wrote poems and songs, they weren't necessarily writing them about or towards anyone in particular, but I couldn't stop myself from wondering if it was somehow intended towards me.

Another part of me was considering that she might've been thinking about Jacob Black while writing it, and the thought literally ached. It made sense, though; he was her boyfriend.

He, not I.

I was too late to realize how I felt about Bella, and even though we shared one fucking magnificent kiss, I had no idea how she felt about me. I only knew she regretted it.

The moment that kiss was over, she chose him over me.

But she still confused me, because the way she looked at me mirrored the longing way I gazed at her. The way she smiled brightly to me was always brighter than any smile I've ever seen her give Black.

And before, when I almost kissed her. She didn't try to resist or pull back, until Alice unintentionally interrupted us.

Would she have regretted it, if we kissed again? Probably.

Maybe it was for the better; maybe I was going to have to deal with just being her friend.

I looked over at her, as she laughed heartily at something Alice had said. She looked so breathtaking, and I doubted if I could ever just be her friend.

A/N: Btw, this flashback happened before Bella and Jacob had sex… and the poem is actually something I just wrote, and I'm aware that it's not as good as Edward says it is lol

Bella's POV:

Today, standing in front of one angry father, back in Forks.

"Hi, dad," I said with a nervous smile, purposely referring to him as 'dad' and not 'Charlie'. Try and get on his good graces.

"You two," Charlie stood in front of us with his hands crossed against his chest in a real chief-of-police manner. "Care to explain to me why I have to get a call down to the station from Billy Black, telling me that you two are living together?"

Both mine and Edward's eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets.

"I'm gonna kill Jake," I said through my teeth.

"You will not blame this on Jacob, young lady. Now I think you and I should have ourselves a little talk in the kitchen," he said and signaled with his head for me to get in there.

Did he just call me young lady?

The whole situation made me feel like I was 16 again.

"Charlie, it's my fault, I told her she shouldn't tell you," Edward took the blame. My head shot up to him and I gave him a threatening look, warning him to stop talking. The last thing I wanted was for Charlie to stop liking Edward for something he didn't do.

"It's Mr. Swan for you, boy. And don't worry, I'll deal with you next, right after I clean out my shotgun," he said and walked towards and kitchen, with me following.

I just hoped Edward wouldn't be too panicked, which by the expression on his face, he was.

Once we were alone in the kitchen, Charlie told me to sit on the chair and started pacing in front of me.

"You kept this from me, Isabella," he said angrily. "You lied to me and told me that you live alone, which I wasn't too happy about in the first place, but I trusted you when you said you'll be able to defend yourself."

"I didn't lie, dad," I shook my head. "Edward moving in was… a recent development. He had a flood in his apartment, and he had no where else to go. I just didn't get a chance to tell you, that's all."

He nodded his head, which I took for a good sign. "Well that's a kind thing you did, but it should've been temporary. He has a job; he can afford to rent his own space."

That's it. I'm a grown woman and I will not have my father telling me what to do. Especially when it comes to Edward. I need to stand my ground, for once.

"No, dad," I said. "I don't want him to move out."

"Excuse me?" he narrowed his eyes.

"And I am not a young lady. I'm an adult now, dad, and I can make my own decisions. I want him to stay," I insisted.

"I don't want you living with some boy," he sounded agitated.

"This is not some boy, dad. It's Edward."

"Exactly. The same Edward that decided one day he didn't want to be your friend anymore, and left you hurt," he said.

I was really hoping Edward couldn't hear us right about now.

"We've moved past that now," I explained. "He wouldn't do that to me again."

"You sure about that?" he said cynically.

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, it'll be better for me not to be alone all the time," I tried to make him see this reasonably.

"Well," he sighed. "It doesn't really matter what I say, does it?"

I shook my head.

"Man, I liked it so much better when you were under aged."

I laughed, and got up to give him a softening hug. "It's going to be fine. Edward is… really great," I understated.

He eyed me suspiciously for a moment. "Bella… I want you to be careful. As careful as you can be."

"I'm always careful, dad," I answered.

"I know that, but that's not what I mean. Look, I don't want to have my nose in your business, but I know how you used to be… concerning Edward," he said, looking uncomfortable.

"How I used to be?" I mumbled, pretty sure my cheeks are ten shades of red by now. I couldn't believe Charlie noticed anything.

"Yeah, you know. Before Jacob, and… well, uh, Christmas."

"Christmas?" I asked. I must've sounded like an idiot, repeating everything he had said. "How did you…?"

"It wasn't hard to guess. I hung that mistletoes myself, and you two came out from being alone in the kitchen red faced and acting like you don't know each other."

"Oh god," I winced. I felt sick with myself. Charlie knew what I had done to Jacob, he knew everything. Not to mention this was my dad, and he knew I was kissing a boy!

Charlie cleared his throat. "Anyway… you don't want to be in that place again. I want you to be happy, you've suffered enough."

I can't say that I wasn't completely shocked. Charlie noticed everything; he knew how much I had suffered, how hard it had been on me. All these years I thought he had been oblivious to the way I felt about Edward, and he actually knew everything. He probably just didn't know how he could help, so he said nothing – which was probably for the best.

And now he was doing what he always did. He was taking care of my best interest. And I loved him so much for it.

"Thanks, dad," I said and tip toed to kiss his cheek. He looked embarrassed.

"You're welcome, honey," he said, smiling. "Is that pot roast in the oven?" he asked.

I nodded with a smile. "And Edward helped me make it for you. You really should ease up on him, he was really excited to come here and see you again, so… play nice?"

"The shotgun thing was a little much, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Just a little, yeah," I laughed.

"Fine, I'll give it my best shot," he chuckled.

"Very funny, dad," I rolled my eyes at his pun.

As soon as we entered the living room, Edward walked up to Charlie, looking all frightened. I could barely keep my chuckles to myself, watching him squirm like that.

"Sir, I just wanted to say that I am really, really sorry –" Edward started, and Charlie raised his hand to shut him up.

"That's okay, I may have overreacted," Charlie said. "A bit. You're welcome to stay, of course."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Swan," Edward said, looking terrified and relieved all at the same time while he groveled.

"No problem," Charlie said.

I gave him a stern look, raising my eyebrows.

"And you can call me Charlie," he added in defeat.

"That's better," I smiled, pleased. "Now let's eat, shall we?"

"We shall," Edward said and, on our way following Charlie into the kitchen, gave me a lusty gaze that stirred up my insides and instantly reminded me of what we were previously up to. I couldn't keep from blushing and biting on my bottom lip as my breath quickened. Did he have to make me react like this around my dad, of all people?

At dinner, we talked about old times in Forks, heard some gossip from Charlie about what the locals had been up to, especially Sue Clearwater, and of course, he insisted on telling me that Jacob still talked about me to his father all the time. I reminded myself warily to try and remember that fact when sharing anything with Jacob that I didn't want my father to know about.

Before Charlie headed to bed, Edward promised him for the fourth time tonight that he didn't mind sleeping on the couch. I smiled to myself. Knowing Charlie, he was trying to make sure that Edward won't end up sleeping in my bed, before saying a proper goodbye and leaving us to ourselves.

"Bella, what are you doing?" Edward whispered as I took his hand and led him up the stairs after a while of watching TV on the couch. I just kept climbing up the stairs.

"Bella, I promised your dad that I would sleep on the couch," he tried again as we reached upstairs.

I rolled my eyes. "What Charlie doesn't know won't hurt him."

He hesitated as we stood at the entrance to my room. "I don't know, Bells. What if he gets thirsty in the middle of the night and on his way to the kitchen notices I'm not on the couch? I don't wanna get shot."

"Aww, don't worry. I'll protect you," I said as I raised my hand to his face, caressing down his cheek and to his neck playfully.

"Bella," he grabbed my hand in his, acting all serious.

"Edward," I replied. "Look, neither of us is going to sleep yet, so you can be in my room until we get tired and then go sleep on the couch," I said. "Now come on."

***

We must've fallen asleep, because I woke up now and found myself and Edward fully clothed and lying on my bed, facing each other.

I lifted myself slightly up to glance at the alarm clock behind Edward. It read 1:13am. I needed to wake him up and tell him to go sleep on the couch, but I just didn't have the heart to do it; he looked so adorable and peaceful with his eyes closed and his lips pouting boyishly.

I decided to go and sleep on the couch myself, and leave the comfort of the bed to Edward.

Just one more minute, I thought to myself as I continued studying the beautiful features of his face.

I thought about what happened earlier, right in this very bed. Edward and I naked and slick and pressed against each other in the most glorious of ways, and how he pleaded me to tell him I was his. I shuddered to the memory of his words, and the desperation in his voice that spoke volumes.

I wanted so much to tell him that I loved him, that he's the only one I could ever love, but I couldn't; not when I didn't know how he felt. Not when I could so easily face rejection again, from the person who means most to me. I didn't know how he would react if I expressed my emotions like that. Would it be too much, too soon? Would he walk away?

No, I needed to know how he felt about me, to know that he was ready to be fully in this, before I could be fully in this.

But you already are, my inner voice reminded me.

Oh, shush, I quieted the voice and let my thoughts wander back to what happened. I didn't quite know how to call it. I mean, it was definitely sex, but it felt like more.

It felt like… lovemaking. A word I would roll my eyes at and avoid using, if it hadn't been for the way Edward quaked the earth beneath me, if only by exposing himself to me and asking me to tell him I was his.

I didn't want to think about that, not when we haven't even discussed what happened and what it meant for us, or even about our feelings towards one another. We were away from home now, which was a perfectly good excuse for breaking my well thought of rules, but what would happen when we get home?

I definitely didn't want to be back where we had been, fucking each other senseless with no strings attached. I wanted strings. I wanted to finally, finally be able to be with him, completely and honestly. To not just wait for him, like I had been for basically my entire adult life.

But I knew that I would wait. I knew I would hang on every sweet word he said to me and every step he made towards me, and wait. I had no choice anymore.

As I considered that notion, Edward's eyes fluttered open to look back at me.

Edward's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly, a bit startled to find Bella lying beside me and staring at me. She seemed surprised as well to have been 'caught'.

After a moment, when I got over my initial shock, I took notice of how beautiful she looked – almost angel like – with her skin slightly glowing in the moonlight. Her eyes were darkened with desire as she licked her lips slowly.

Without even thinking, I reached out my hand and placed it on the small of her back, pulling her body roughly to me. I crushed my lips onto hers forcefully, needing to taste her, to surround myself with her.

I feared I might've scared her, but she grasped my hair between her fingers and pressed my to her, urging me on as our lips moved together with vigor. I guided her lips open with mine and slid my tongue to meet hers, making her moan into the kiss.

The sound of her moan only encouraged me on, and I deepened the kiss, moving my hand inside her shirt and up the smooth skin of her back. I didn't expect her to swiftly move her hand to my chest, push me onto my back, and climb on top of me to straddle my hips – but it was fucking hot.

I groaned as she bent down and took my lips between hers, teasingly kissing them and biting my lower lip. The sound of our frantic breathing as we roamed each other's bodies with our hands echoed in the silent room.

Bella pulled back only to attack my neck with her lips, placing wet open mouthed kisses up to my ear. I groaned as she bit my earlobe, fucking purring in my ear.

"Fuck, Bella," I panted. If she only knew the things she did to me. That went straight to my already painfully hard cock, but I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. There was nothing I could do about wanting Bella desperately, or about feeling horny as fuck - not when I was so aware of her chief-of-police dad, who was sleeping in the next room.

She pulled herself up with, biting her lip, and her hands tugged at the first button of her shirt, undoing it. I grasped her wrists gently in my hands, stopping her.

"Bella, what are you doing?" I said quietly.

"I'm taking off my shirt," she said lightly, wearing a wicked grin on her face.

"But why are you doing that?" I asked. Did she really want to do this now, when her dad could hear us?

"Uh, because I got tired of waiting for you to do it?" She said and bent down to kiss me again.

Once her lips were on mine again, it was hard to remember why I had been meaning to stop this or that I even wanted to stop this, for that matter. With every stroke of her tongue in my mouth, I felt my self control crumble away. I couldn't even bring myself to say stop her when she quickly undid the buttons of her shirt, while distracting me with her glorious lips.

I did nothing to stop her when she re-positioned herself and started grinding on my erection, applying the most amazing pressure on it. I just moaned into her mouth softly, wanting her to continue. My hands travelled upwards slowly inside her unbuttoned shirt and ghosted over her lace covered breast, before I realized that Charlie could wake up and walk in while I was messing around with his half naked daughter. And if I didn't stop this now, if I touched her, I wouldn't be able to stop at all.

I placed my hands on her shoulders instead and pushed her gently, but firmly away. I felt the loss the moment our lips detached.

"Bella, stop," I whispered, inwardly cursing myself for this.

"Why?" she asked breathlessly, looking a little pissed off.

"Because, your dad is in the next room."

"So?"

"What if he wakes up? What if he decides to check up on you and finds us like this?" I tried to calm my breathing, as well as my goddamn hard-on.

"Like how? We're not even naked," she rolled her eyes.

"Exactly, and I intend to keep it that way," I said with fake resolve.

"Edward!" she retorted.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I'm not going to risk being caught by a man who sleeps with a loaded gun under his bed. I have a feeling that he won't appreciate what I'm doing to his daughter."

"Charlie's not going to shoot you," she laughed softly. "He's not even going to wake up. Now will you relax?"

She lowered her mouth to my neck again, tugging at the skin with her teeth while she reached behind her and dragged her nails slowly on my still covered cock.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "God, you're killing me," I groaned.

"Good," she said huskily to my ear, and I could practically hear her smile.

I moved her away again, attempting to regain my self control. It wasn't right doing it here.

"Now what?" she asked.

"It's just that… even if he doesn't wake up, it's kind of weirding me out doing it like this. I'll feel like I'm doing something… immoral," I tried to explain. "You saw what a big deal he made that I'll sleep on the couch."

"Well, you're the one who started this," she argued.

"What? I kissed you," I said.

"Yes, and not some innocent kiss either. You started a fire, and now you're going to have to put it out," she said and grinded her pussy against me one more time.

I groaned again. "I'm horny as it is without you doing that."

"You seriously don't want to do this," she said incredulously.

"Does it fucking feel to you like I don't want to do this?" I grabbed her hips and grinded her against me again – purely to make a point, of course. We both moaned in unison. "I want you so badly right now, but I just can't with your dad here. I'm sorry," I sighed.

"Fine," she said curtly and dismounted me, making me want to literally kill myself for doing this.

Idiot. I'm a fucking idiot.

"Are you mad?" I asked as she buttoned her shirt back.

"Yup," she huffed and grabbed one of the pillows, leaving the bed.

"What are you doing?" I got up from the bed as well.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," she said angrily.

"No you're not," I said and took the pillow from her. "I'll go sleep on the couch."

She crossed her arms against her chest with the sexiest pout on her lips.

"God, you're sexy when you're mad," I grinned.

"Yeah, well, I hope you get a bad case of the blue balls," she said. "How's that for sexy?"

I laughed. "You'd be surprised."

"Just go, prude."

"I'll dream about you," I said and winked to her as left the room, catching the hint of a grin on her face just as I closed the door.

God, I am such an idiot.