Friend Boy Extra

Teeny Tiny Twilight

Some would think that performing the act of love with someone after saying for over a year that they weren't ready is a pretty good indication that said person is then ready for more sex. Obviously not to Edward, who must have gone to a completely different logical school than the rest of the world. I bet he was top in his class. Therefore, in Edward's mind, making love was his way of saying he's not ready to make love to me.

Yeah, it threw me off too.

We shared a bed still, as we had since before we had become a we—even before I knew Edward had even wanted to become a we. He still curled me against him in the night, and I always woke up in his arms, just as always. And he still turned me down for sex, as he had for the last year and a bit. The only difference now was that I wore his ring, which brought me even more envious looks from past and want to be lovers.

Usually, when the topic came up—when I brought it up—I would argue meekly, too embarrassed to really push him when he declined, and gave up entirely for the night after he said his definite no. Tonight was not like those other...three nights. Tonight I would not rest until I got a reason for his constant rebuffs. Just an explanation for why he didn`t want me. Were my breasts too small? Was I terrible in bed? Did I smell funny? I wasn't sure how hurtful the answer was going to be, so I was mentally preparing the worst reasons in my head, and hoping that his would be gentler.

I now marched, determined into our bedroom. It was the weekend, so that meant that I was still partially buried under my homework, and Edward was done his and off reading somewhere in the house to be less distracting least I throw him out a window. Or into the lake again. He had taken to reading my collection of books, starting with my favourites and working his way down. These days, if I bought a book, he usually was latched onto it before I could.

Even though I had expected him to be where he was when I burst through the door—elbow propping him up on his side, vivid, luminescent green eyes chasing the words on the page, hair mused from idly running his hand through it from time to time, usually to push it out of his face—I was still struck by the beauty of him. I had to stare in awe that this creature was mine. This gorgeous, intelligent prude was all mine.

I continued on my war march.

"Edward." I snapped, making sure he knew I was all business, even if I could feel myself slipping slightly when we were face to face. It only riled me further.

"Bella." He looked up, and though he had mirrored my severe tone, I could hear laughter behind his voice. I was so rarely angry with him. Even rarer still was that I attack him. Verbally at least.

My traitorous heart beat unevenly reacting to his smile, to the power of his gaze which seemed to hold an entire future with him and an eternal second at the same moment. His gaze that had been so penetrating and deep when he had been inside me...

I shook it off sharply. "I want to have sex. I want to make love. For god's sake, Edward, I want to fuck!" I cried, hidding my shaking hands behind me while I waited for an answer.

Edward's smile never faltered, he hardly even blinked. "No, love, not yet, it's not the right time."

I slowly walked over to him, my hands kept behind me now, not so he wouldn't see them shake but so that I wouldn't wrap them around his throat. His expression went from perfectly at ease to black suspicion. I climbed into bed with him taking his hand in mine while he put the book down. Wuthering heights again, though he swore he loathed the characters.

"Please?" I whispered, tracing the lines in his hand and playing with his fingers to keep from meeting his eye. "I want you so badly. I dream about it, and then I wake up and you're so close, and you won't help me." I kissed his palm, "Please?" when I was not immediately met with Edward's final no; I looked up to search his expression.

To my utter most surprise, Edward looked to be wavering. My heart shot around excitedly in my chest. "Please? I'll do anything, any position you want. You can buy me ridiculous lingerie or tie me to the bed or whatever, just please."

Edward's hand tangled in my hair, and suddenly his burning lips were on mine, opening my mouth, sending shots of electricity over my skin until I was tingling from head to toe. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, twining in his hair, and the taste—

Just as quickly as it had started, Edward pushed me away. "No. No." He rolled out of bed quickly and half ran into the bathroom. Almost instantly, the water turned on.

I sighed and followed him into the bathroom at a slower pace, crestfallen. He was leaning over the sink, splashing water on his face. I noticed that only the cold water knob had been moved. I watched for a minute as he muttered lowly to himself, water running down his face to drip off his perfectly straight nose, or his full lips, or the water running along his strong jaw to trickle off his chin. He suddenly seemed like a statue to me, even in motion. The kind that stand in a fountain, too beautiful to be real.

"Edward?"

"Vixen, siren" he snapped like they were insults, "seductress."

"Please?"

"No!"

The volume and sharpness of his voice took me off guard and I flinched. I looked down at my feet sourly, hurt. The fact that I had know the rejection was coming made it a little easier. The fact that I still didn't understand burned. "Why?"

Edward sighed and turned the water off, not fooled by my acidic tone. He flicked the remaining water at me playfully—apologetically.

"Hey!" I complained, icy droplets landing on my cheek. I swatted at him instinctively and took a step away from the frigid assault.

Edward froze, staring at me like the obvious answer to time travel was written plainly on my forehead. "Of course." He murmured to himself, and then more loudly, "Of course." He ran past me out of the bathroom, and a moment later I heard him in the kitchen, muttering and moving things around. The cupboards opened and closed, and then I heard the water turn on in there.

I sighed and started to move into the kitchen, feet heavy. I had lost the argument, and I knew it. Right about now I wanted to go back to the old school, back to the basketball court there to play a little one on one with Edward, fight off my descending depression. I wanted to go back to remember a time where it was so plain that Edward wanted me, I nearly had to carry around a cattle prod to keep him off me. My lower lip dropped.

I sulked into the kitchen—feet dragging—and walked into some kind of icy mist. I jumped, and looked up. Edward frowned at the spray bottle he held, adjusting the nozzle slightly, and then wielded it at me like a sword. Two ice cubes bobbed lazily in the water.

Funny.

Edward had found a way to literally cool me down. Ha ha, Edward, ha ha. My eyes narrowed at him. "I hate you."

He blew me a kiss, and then squirted me with a spray of icy water.

I shrieked and hit the ceiling, and then stomped into the living room to arm myself with a pillow. Edward—savvy to my plan—ran out of the kitchen after me—and away from all our breakable dishes and glasses. I growled low in my throat.

He was on the other side of the living room, the couch between us. I threw the pillow at him with all my might, and nearly took out a lamp when it strayed a little too far to the left. Edward's hand shot out to steady it, "Some basketball player you are, your aim sucks." He squirted me.

"Basketballs aren't square!" I grabbed another pillow.

It took me a more few sprays to the face to realize that if I kept the pillow and only swung at him, not only did I better my chances of hitting him (though he was a fast little germ) but I could also use the pillow as a water shield.

Edward ducked around my defences and soaked me again. I swung at him, catching him square in the side of the head and forcing a retreat from him.

"Back vile—"

"Watch it."

"—beautiful temptress, back!" He sprayed me again. Ridiculously, I laughed. Soaking wet and cold, I laughed. My shirt stuck to me icily, my hair soaked and dripping down onto my jeans, and I somehow had water in my socks too. If it were anyone other than Edward, they'd be dead.

One last swing and I backed him into the bathroom, quickly positioning my body so I was blocking the only exit. He stared at the evil grin spreading across my face with horror as he realized he was cornered. I hit his waist as hard as I could, and watched him stumble over the lip and into the shower. I grabbed the shower knob as he sprayed furiously at me, making no attempt to escape with me closer to the door than him. His size and strength against my agility and ability to apparently woo him. I thought it was a pretty even match if it came to it. Plus, I had a pillow.

"Wait!" he cried, his eyes catching my hand on the knob. He dug quickly into his pocket and produced a cell phone. "'Kay, go."

I turned the water on as cold as it would go. He let out a Manish shriek and danced around in the icy spray, occasionally squirting me.

Eventually I had to take pity on him or otherwise watch his lips turn blue. I added hot water and stepped into the shower with him, both of us still fully clothed.

There was something extremely uncomfortable about wet socks. I wiggled my toes in them as they soaked up the water at the bottom of the shower, water streaming out of my cotton shirt.

Edward sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist—some chill from the cold water not yet run out of his clothes—and rested his chin on top of my head. "I won't make love with you again before the wedding, because I love you. Just trust me."

My eyes narrowed themselves at the tiles. "This feels like another Mrs. X thing."

"It's not another Mrs. X thing." He assured me, kissing my water logged hair.

"Then why—"

His voice came out low and swift, almost sharp. "Because you'll think it's stupid."

We were silent for a long time as I tried and failed to imagine the reason that he was so apprehensive about telling me about. I could feel more than hear Edward singing my lullaby, one that he had written for me and then finally preformed our first month anniversary. Finally I sighed, "Fine, but you have to explain once we are married."

"Okay." Edward whispered into my hair, breathing softly.

"And..." I sighed grudgingly, "I promise not to pester you about—"

He cut me off. "You, Bella Swan not pester?"

I threw my elbow back at him, "Or I can start sleeping naked with you."

Edward hummed under his breath in approval, "Please." I could also hear his subdued laughter in his voice. Now that I had caught myself in a promise Edward seemed to be more relaxed, more willing to joke again. He caught my elbow, slowly sliding his hand up my forearm before twining our fingers together. "I can't believe you are mine." He whispered more seriously through the spray.

I turned around, smiling. "Yeah, I wonder about that too sometimes." I joked, and then stretched up on my tip toes to kiss him.

He kissed me back for a long moment before pulling away with annoyed expression. "You said no more pestering."

I blinked, shocked. "I'm not."

Edward judged my sincerity, then sighed and turned the spray cold again. "This is going to be a long four months."

A/N: I can't do it! I can't let them go yet! If you're interested, I'll probably be putting up at least two more extras. If you are interested, add this to story alert. If not, happy story hunting ^_^ Thanks to all who read and reviewed. (and if you have ideas for extras, feel free to send me them, but no guarantees.)