Sorry this has taken a while, it's my first ever lemon and I know it's short but be nice to me, I'll keep trying to improve them as they come, unless you really don't want any more.

Chapter 14

"I love you Bella." He whispered as he looked at me, his eyes gold and glowing. "I love you too Edward." I returned, but there was something different about my voice. It was musical, like bells.

He cradled my face in his hands for a moment then he seemed to make a decision. He gripped my waist, his hands not cold or hard, but right and natural, and pushed me so I was lying down below him. He straddled my waist and down at me, smiling triumphantly. I looked up at him, widening my eyes innocently at him.

"What are you doing Edward?" I ask coyly.

He smirks as his eyes travel up and down my body, focusing on my mouth and breasts. "Don't even try it Bella, you know what I want."

"Do I? Maybe you could make it a bit clearer?"

He nods, his smirk widening. "Why of course Miss Swan." He raises my pale arms above my head and nuzzles my neck, kissing and nipping it. He runs his arms down my body, feeling every curve and suddenly rips my shirt apart, making me gasp and leaving me in my bra and jeans. He kisses the place in between my breasts and whispers, "Is it any clearer now?" I nod rapidly and he chuckles before ripping the front of my bra and pulling it off, flinging it to the corner of the room with a loud thud.

I giggle as he returns his attention to me and immediately I'm silenced by his lips. "This is not a laughing matter Miss Swan." He mutters as he crushes his lips against mine. I feel his tongue tracing the outline of my mouth, asking for entrance, which I allow and for a second our tongues fight for dominance, but he wins and brings a hand up between us to fondle my breasts, pinching and stroking until I'm mad and desperate for more.

He senses this and starts to move down my body, leaving no part untouched, un-kissed or un-fondled.

He reaches my jeans and pulls them down slowly, savouring the moment and I lie there, enjoying the sensations against my hyper-sensitive skin. Eventually he's pulled them off completely and I'm left in my blue lace panties which are soaked through. He's still fully clothed and taking control of my body as he traces circles on my inner thigh- so close to where I need him but not close enough and I'm so turned on that I can smell myself, and him.

Finally he pulls my pants down and licks me slowly, I'm turning to jelly under his touch, moaning and writhing on the bed as the sensations overwhelm me. "Do you understand now?" I nod, abandoning all pretence of innocence. "Come for me baby," he whispers as he slowly inserts two fingers into me. I scream out my release as I tip over the peek. But I'm not tired and even as I look up at him he knows what I'm thinking and stands. I crawl over to him and start taking his clothes off, gasping as more pale skin is revealed.

Eventually he's as naked as me and he pushes me back onto the bed. "Are you ready for this baby?" I nod and bite his shoulder, I just want him in me but he's taking so long. He growls and pushes himself in me, stretching me as I cry out in pleasure. "You like that don't you, you dirty girl." I mew in answer, not attempting to answer through the waves of pleasure. He pulls out completely then roughly moves in again.

"Come with me Bella." He orders, and eventually we both release and for a second I can't see as the feeling washes over me.

I blink into the white light as the happiness fades and I turn into Edward's hard form, totally content and desperate for more. But he wasn't there.

I sat up and immediately noticed the difference, I was warm, and strangely slow compared to my... dream. I fell back to the bed. It was a dream, of course it was a dream. He had barely wanted to touch me yesterday, or hadn't been able to.

He had certainly been able to last night.

I smiled to myself. I had never dreamt like that before. It was definitely an improvement on my recent dreams, or nightmares.

"Nice dream?"

I jumped and screamed.

Edward was sitting in the corner of my room in the old rocking chair. He was looking a bit strained but otherwise very pleased with himself.

My face burned as I considered what he might have heard, or for that matter, saw. I was an avid sleep talker as Renee had often told me. And from what I knew of wet dreams there was a chance that I'd been touching myself.

I wondered what he'd thought if he'd seen that. My face heated in embarrassment but at the same time I couldn't deny the idea made me ever so slightly wet.

His nostrils flared for a second and his eyes tightened minutely before he smirked. I glared, my good mood fading a bit under his stare. "Why do you ask?" I said petulantly, reluctant to admit anything, no matter how obvious it may have been. Now I was over the initial pleasure of the dream my signature awkwardness around guys was coming back to play and remembering his reluctance to touch me yesterday had reignited my lack of self confidence.

He laughed-the nerve. "I ask because you were making some very interesting noises last night and you were acting very... confident. I had to move away." He ended with a sigh and for a second I felt sorry for him, but slightly sorrier for myself at the same time.

"I don't remember my dream." I announced, now more for fun, though there was still a small hope that he was just making it up from lucky guess work, I held onto that hope as he raised his eyebrows and spoke in an offended tone.

"That's quite wounding you know, I'm sure my dream self would be very upset that you'd forgotten his "magic tongue" so quickly. And I'm certainly offended that you've forgotten his fingers." He waggled said fingers at me and I blushed scarlet. Him moving his fingers in front of me really wasn't helping in my plan to fake nonchalance.

I ignored him and instead limped slowly to my wardrobe, I couldn't wait for the cast to come off so I could walk normally, I was getting it off in exchange for a support in about a week and I'd done some physio so the strength wasn't too bad though I wasn't really looking forward to seeing my leg once the cast was off, apparently it looked really strange. Edward's now angry voice interrupted my musings as I started undressing and flicking through my wardrobe for something to wear. "What exactly are you doing Bella?" He asked. I laughed quietly, he'd been making me squirm this morning, I didn't know much about revenge but showing him what he couldn't have (I had a mental sigh at this thought) seemed pretty good. I found the jeans and I wanted and after a second, discarded my normal white tee option in favour of the blue blouse Alice had given me, I remembered Edward liking that.

I turned to face him and answered as I took my tank off. "I'm getting dressed." I replied innocently, thanking god the bra I had on was the one it was and not one of my older ones. His eyes bugged out and he took an involuntary step forward even as he shook his head. "I'll just leave for a second." He muttered, his eyes trained on the exposed skin.

I widened my eyes in pretend hurt, "You wouldn't Edward, you said you wouldn't leave earlier but you did, please stay." His eyes narrowed but he didn't move.

"You know you really are a terrible actress Bella." He said accusingly. I laughed but turned round as I continued getting dressed.

I was just wondering how I was supposed to change pants without actually stripping in front of me when a phone rang. I turned, still in my underwear and shirt and saw him standing, as if in shock half turned away and half facing me. Clearly undecided about whether to be noble or stay. He moved away completely as he answered it.

"Yes Alice?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly changed while he was otherwise distracted. As I pulled on socks I realized that Alice had probably seen my predicament and called to save me from embarrassment, I made a mental note to thank her, I was definitely in her debt.

Edward returned as I was heading down to the kitchen. He carried me down the stairs, much to my annoyance and deposited me in the kitchen. "Do you want me to get you something to eat?" He asked, I nodded, he was so sweet, it was adorable. He looked around for a few seconds and started making an omelette. "Alice wanted to know whether you'd like to come round today, meet my parents."

I looked up in confusion, "Your parents?"

He nodded as he placed my omelette in front of me. "Carlisle and Esme, I think of them as my parents."

"Come round, as in- "meet the parents" come round? Like a girlfriend?"

He nodded.

I gulped.

He leant towards me quickly, "Don't worry they won't hurt you or anything."

I snorted and took a mouthful of food, it was delicious. "I'm not worried about them hurting me, I'm worried they won't like me, won't they think I'm really strange?"

He looked at me in shock for a few seconds then laughed. "Wait a second, you're going to a house of vampires and you're not worried that they might eat you, or hurt you, you're worried that they won't approve of you?" I nodded, it did seem a bit ridiculous when he said it out loud. "Don't worry Bella, they'll love you, I know they will. Just like me."

I blushed and looked into what was left of my food, for someone I knew didn't eat he sure cooked well.

I cleared up, it was only fair, though Edward didn't seem happy about it and kept trying to help; and we left.

The drive to his house took a while, it kept winding round and round and I didn't see the turn off at all. But eventually, at the end of a long drive, we reached the house.

It was beautiful. And Huge.

It was white, with big windows and columns at the front, framing the enormous wooden front door. I stood in shock for a second and stupidly almost covered my eyes. I tried to turn away but before I could there was a loud squeal and a small figure with spiky black hair was hugging me.

I stood still in surprise for a second while other people appeared around me. Jasper walked slowly up, still holding on to some sort of human facade and stayed a few metres away from me. Dr Cullen eventually walked up, gently prying Alice off me. "How are you Bella?" He asked.

I smiled, it was strange how comfortable I was in their presence. "I'm fine Dr Cullen." I said. He smiled in return.

"Call me Carlisle." I nodded and looked around, Alice was standing next to me, practically hopping with excitement, Jasper, was still standing a distance away from me and Carlisle had moved back to allow me to see a stunning, soft vampire with caramel curls framing her face. She moved forward, almost nervous in her movements.

"I'm Esme." She said. Just looking at her I knew that she was a mother, she clearly cared for everyone here, including me

"Hi." I said and she stepped forward and hugged me. I hugged back and when she moved off she was smiling.

"Shall we go in?" Carlisle asked, "We all seemed to have attacked Bella at the front door." Everyone laughed and we moved inside.

It was huge.

I hadn't really thought about how rich the Cullens might be but I supposed if you had forever to earn money you'd have a lot. Especially if you had someone like Alice, who could tell the future, I wondered if she'd ever cheated on a lottery ticket. I made a mental note to ask sometime as I stared at the huge crystal chandelier. "Do you like it dear?" Esme asked, I nodded still awe-struck. "It's my favourite, we got it a few years ago."

I wanted to ask how many but I thought that might be a bit rude so I stayed silent. I turned my gaze instead to the raised platform to the side of the staircase which held a baby grand piano. I walked over to it and trailed my hand over the keys. "Do you play?" Carlisle asked.

"No, I've always wanted to but I really don't have the patience to learn, or the natural ability. I played for a few years before..." I trailed off and took a deep breath, they probably all knew by now. "Before I was kidnapped but I really wasn't any good. Do you all play?" There was the shortest of pauses and a few laughs that sounded the tiniest bit false but all the Cullen's faces were relaxed as they shook their heads. Except Edward, he was nodding and smiling. Esme answered the question once the laughter had died down. "Edward's the main pianist in this family, Rosalie plays too but she prefers fixing cars."

I looked around. "Where is Rosalie, and Emmet?"

They all glanced at each other, "Rosalie was a bit busy," Carlisle said delicately and I knew my worst fears were recognised, she didn't like me. I had known it at the hospital but now I knew for sure that she didn't want me to be here. I felt a bit broken at this but took a deep breath and plastered a smile on my face as I looked at Edward.

"Will you play for me?" I asked. He nodded and pulled me down so I was sitting next to him as he began playing. I recognised the tune from my dream and I looked at him, confusion written all over my face. He took a deep breath and answered as he carried on playing "I stayed with you that night, I didn't know why then. But I wanted to be there, I sang this song all night."

I stared at him in shock as the music played, bringing tears to my eyes with its beauty, "I love you," I whispered, it was all I could say.

The piece came to an end and I wrapped my arms around him, he stiffened a little but responded, though I could tell that he'd stopped breathing.

I sat back, disappointed but I knew it was for the best.

He grabbed me and pulled me from the piano and into his arms. I screamed as he carried me to the stairs, embarrassed that everyone had seen his display of affection but as I looked around I saw that the room was empty. I was about to ask where they'd gone, and were we were going but he spoke before I could say anything, gold shining in his eyes. "Want to see my room?"

Ok so from now on I'll try and update every week because my workload is getting that tiny bit harder... Stupid schools (mutters grimly). I know it wasn't a great chapter but be nice and please review!