A/N: Hey guys, after over a week of feeling like shit I've began feeling better, making new friends and what not. Yeah, I've come to the conclusion he is not the boy for me. At all. He was messaging some girl behind my back when he claimed wanting me back, and when he's already cheated in the past previously it was best to get out there asap. We're both working o n being civil with each other for our friends' sake, though but overall things are much better. I apologise for not updating as appropriately as I should of, so here I'll throw in a few extras for you. Enjoy!

~PandaSket

I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters or themes that may have been previously used in the Twilight Saga. All of these belong to the original author Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter Fourteen: Perfection in its Finest Form

BPOV

I woke up to a cold hand caressing my forehead. I groan, flipping over from my back and onto my side to snuggle up into the warm bed.

He chuckles dazzlingly, and I knew that chuckle anywhere. My eyes flash open on their own accord and I sit up so fast I go dizzy, but before I could utter a single word his pale, long fingers tap lightly against my lips.

I look into his blazing red eyes as he sweeps me up into his arms and moves us to the window. I look over his shoulder to find Angela and Bree sleeping peacefully; reassured, I wrap my arms round Edward's neck as he leaps out of the window as graceful as a lion's pounce.

"Where are we going?" I question in a thick, sleepy voice. Though, I didn't feel as tired as the cold, harsh winter air whipped at my bare skin. I only wore a thin pair of shorts and a tank top to bed, after all.

"Somewhere special before breakfast," Edward chuckled. "It's 7am, if you're wondering."

I groan and press my head against his shoulder. "Too early,"

"I have to go tonight," He said, his tone emotionless.

I pop my eyes open at him along with my mouth to match. His footsteps stopped, but the wind continued to lap at my skin mercilessly.

"Why?" I sighed. "You aren't… leaving me, a-are you?"

Edward glared suddenly, gripping my forearms as he shook me gently. "Never," He hissed, and then his eyes and tone soften. "I have some business to do with Jasper, Bella. I won't be gone long, a few days – tops."

I hang my head and bite my lip. "Oh…"

He softly wipes down my arms, until both my hands are in his. "Which is why I want you to spend the entire of today with me, to make up for the time I won't be able to distract you."

"Distract me?" I raise my eyebrow at him. "You don't distract me."

"Is that why whenever I sit next to you when you're pulled into one of those strange books of yours, your heartbeat races, your eyes dance to my form, and you can't stop your legs from fidgeting against one another. You reply to my every word, as though those books don't hold any of your interest." He explains as his lips tug into a sly smirk, his eyes playful.

I blush at his words; I had thought he didn't notice my… obsession, over him. "I thought you didn't know."

"Know what?" Edward chimed. "That you're intoxicated by my very presence?"

I blush more, and look away, but his long fingers pull my chin to look upwards at him, and into those scarlet orbs. "You intoxicate me, too," He hums before pressing his gentle lips to mine. It was sudden, unexpected, but I wasn't bothered as my eyes close and my lips move back against his own ones softly. The butterflies in my belly exploded and the sensation erupted throughout my entire body.

My arms found themselves making their way to grip on Edward's shirt, as his own hands caresses against the skin of my hips under the tank top, making me shiver delightfully against his touch.

I gasp against his lips as his fingers paw at my skin, and I look up to him dreamily. He smiles back down, a shy, sweet smile. I move one hand up to his face and stroke my thumb across his high cheek bones. He purrs and pulls my face to his once more, his lips move simultaneously with mine… gentle brushes, with little pressure that makes my head spin, my body tingle and my heart ache for more.

Slowly, I feel I am being pushed back until my backside presses against a low branch of a tree dangling from the edge of what seems to be a steaming pool of water. "Hot spring," Edward murmurs. "Shall we?"

I look up at him, and the thought of seeing him naked empowers all of the self-conscious thoughts. I nod lightly, and tug at his button-up chequered shirt. I begin to unbutton his shirt, bottom to top, before pushing the fabric from his broad shoulders, his chest is pronounced with a light six-pack dented into his glorious, stone-hard and snow-pale skin.

I feel his hands rub tenderly from my hips to my back, and he clutches the bottom of my tank top. I raise my shaky arms up as he pulls my shirt up and over my head, before chucking it to rest atop of his shirt on the grassy ground. I wasn't wearing shoes to start, so he kicks his own off along with yanking off his socks, they join the pile.

I feel his eyes wander down my body as I stand there in a pair of thin shorts and my bra. His long arms wrap around me and he pushes my shorts along with my underwear down, he kicks them to the pile. With Vampiric speed, his jeans and boxers are off, and he has me, completely naked, in his arms, lowering us both into the hot water of the small lake.

It isn't deep, when my feet finally touch the ground, but it does reach my chin. His hands rest comfortingly on my waist, bobbing me effortlessly in the water when the ripples from his way come towards my face.

I shyly press my bare body against his, and he nuzzles his head into my hair. His usually freezing body is no longer cold, but warm. I was so use to the delightful shivers he gave me, but to be here, naked, without the teeth chattering is good, too.

I look up slowly to find him already gazing at me intensely. I stand on my tip toes at the precise moment he bobs me up with his hands, and I bend my legs until they rest on his hips; one of his hands up under my right thigh, while the other holds the back of my neck, and I work my hands through his damp, copper locks as I rock my hips and mouth against him in unison.

He kisses me back just as enthusiastically, our eyes closing in pleasure as the hot water and steam rises around us, the sun peeking out from ahead of us, but a chilly fog cascades in the air above the steam.

His lips move greedily to my neck, and I gasp in surprise. I tilt my head to give him better access; my hips continue their mission to grind shamelessly into him as he traces a line where my pulse is with his wet tongue. "So delicious," He growls in a tone that says you are mine, you are my prey.

His lips touch the shell of my ear as his whispers breeze into my mind. "We are not alone, wee one."

I open my eyes in shock and pull myself closer to Edward… Heck, I didn't want to be seen!

"I'll make sure you're covered," He sang in words for only my ears to hear. In a flash of a momentum, I am arched against the low bank of the hot spring. The frosty grass tickles my warm skin, my top half exposed out of the water, but shivering under the light touches of Edward's skin against mine.

We continued our gentle kisses, my hands working on his slightly cold forearms and through his fiery locks while his pushed and pulled my body to his. I could feel his member against me, long and hard like the rest of him.

Perfection in its finest form.

"Bella," He hisses, and I take the opportunity of his slightly open mouth and trace his lips with my tongue. He is hesitant at first, but soon his tongue meets mine in an erotic dance; twining and twisting with one another in unison. His chest rumbles in a deep groan as I hook my tongue around his elongated fang.

"You don't have to be so gentle," I purr, pulling back to look deep into his eyes. "I'm only half human."

He growls, a Vampiric glare taking over the gentleness in his eyes. I grip his forearms roughly and pull him towards me, and he follows my lead. His lips fiercely attack my lips, his tongue forcing my mouth to open before him as he explores inside, his tongue tracing my own.

The eruptions are still going on throughout my body, making me shake, gasp and beg for more yet want to stop for how powerful the ride is on my body. I can't help it as I ground my hips into him, my hands paw at his body, my needy whimpers that escape my throat despite the kisses.

"You're driving me crazy," Edward moans when I grind into his most prized possession. "Bella," He warns.

"Mm?" I hum as I trace a visible line on his pale neck with my tongue, just as he had done. I grin against his neck when he lets out an audible rumble of a groan.

Suddenly, I am picked up and no longer protected by the warmth of the hot spring. I am tucked up into cold arms, the cold air whooshing over me sharply.

But it isn't long until I'm popped down onto a bed. I look up at Edward, both of us still naked, as he crawls over my trembling body.

I'm not in my dorm, so I must be in Edward's as his slightly warmed fragrance wafted in the air. I had a new thing for honey and lavender since meeting Edward.

I place my hands on Edward's broad shoulders and squeeze lightly as he continues to cover my body with his. His lips find mine in eager but soft kisses, his hands trail up and down my body, and his strong legs between mine. I wrap my legs round his waist and pull his body to me, and moan like a kitten when my core presses against his.

He pauses, however, and his movements stop. I look up at him, needy and wet – the last in both ways, from the hot spring and the erotic drug Edward, which is what he is for me. An addiction that I crave, how I'd survive the days without him I knew very little of.

"Edward," I plead, but he shakes his head. "I need you."

"Not like this," He mumbles. "You deserve soft and gentle, not a hot-spring mess."

"It isn't a hot spring mess," I sniffle and clutch my arms round his neck, looking deep into those beautiful eyes. "I want you, here, right now."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Not yet, however…"

I perk my eyebrows up in surprise as he peppers kisses along my shoulder, up to my neck. "One last thing," He whispers, need in his voice.

He smirks, and kisses the pulse of my neck, gives it a lick, before his long, sharp fangs pierce my skin. I scream in pleasure, my eyes roll into the back of my head and I feel that familiar pinch and eruption in my core. I can't stop myself as I shake and thrash lightly under him, and he moans as he sucks lightly from my neck.

When I come down from my high, he pulls back, licking my neck and wrapping me up in the sheets of his bed. I snuggle up close to him, and he sighs softly. "Sleep, my Bella. I'll wake you soon and we'll spend the day basking in only each other's company." He emphasises.

I yawn. "But I like naked Edward," but I didn't hear his response, as my body and mind willed away until I was unconscious and in dream-land, where Edward and I continued our hot business at the hot spring.