As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta Kelly.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Fuck all the rules! Fourteen to go.

Bella nuzzled herself closer to Edward as he draped his arm around her shoulders. They were both sweaty, but Bella could care less as she rested her cheek against Edward's chest. It felt slick against her warm face. She could hear the erratic beating of his heart as he tried to even out his breathing. She was doing the exact same thing.

Bella wished she could take a picture of that exact moment, so it would be forever captured for her to see whenever she wanted. She wanted to remember the disheveled state of Edward's sheets, and the clothing strewn on the floor. She wanted to always remember the way the hat had floated across the room, and the little papers inside raining down on the floor. Hell, she even wanted to have the time on his alarm clock documented.

She was so content and so blissful, it was ridiculous. Never did she think that she could feel that way.

The moment Emmett's booming voice resounded in the apartment, her heart started to pound furiously at the mere mention of Edward, and as she ran out of his room, seeing Edward standing there by the door had nearly made her squeal. She had felt unbelievably giddy; it was as if she hadn't seen him in months instead of just three days.

Though she had managed to contain the girlish scream, her body was something she hadn't been able to control, and she lunged out at him. Never had she felt more at peace or more comfortable then at the moment her body collided against Edward's.

It had felt so right, so perfect. Even with his suit and tie on, she could still feel all of him under her hands, and his arm cradled around her waist, the searing heat it presented felt so good. And to top it all off, to hear that he had missed her just as much as she had missed him, well, that had sent her heart soaring.

The moment had felt so right, so beautiful, until Emmett dropped the bomb about knowing her and Edward's game.

"So, you're not going to tell me how much this necklace cost are you?" Bella asked as her dainty finger tips, delicately traced the shape of it, over and over. She could feel Edward staring down at her as she played with it.

"Nope," he teased, poking her in her side.

"Why not? It's not like I care. Well, I do, but not because of why most girls care. You know you shouldn't have spent so much on me. This is Tiffany's for crying out loud. It's expensive. Just tell me please," she begged and Edward chuckled, shaking his head.

"Never."

"I can just look it up on the internet," she argued like a petulant child and Edward just chuckled some more. And she would, she told herself. She had to know how much Edward had spent on it. It was absolutely beautiful. She had no idea what it meant, though if she really wanted to analyze the significance of it, she would think that Edward was handing her the key to his heart, but as her best friend, she just couldn't see that happening.

"Go right ahead. I don't care. Just know that I would spend so much more on you, if only you wouldn't be so stubborn about it," he retorted and Bella playfully smacked him in the arm.

"I'm not stubborn."

"Like a mule."

"Fuck you, Edward."

"You already have, my sweet. You already have."

"Ugh," she groaned as she tried to pull herself away, but Edward held her tightly against him, her face now hidden against his chest.

"So, when did Emmett tell you that he knew about the game?" she asked Edward, tilting her face away from his naked chest to look at him. She watched as a tiny wave of sadness passed his expression before he displayed that little sly, crooked smile she loved so much.

"Yesterday," he answered as he brushed a piece of stray hair matted to her forehead. He was staring down at her and Bella couldn't help but blush. There was such an intensity when he stared at her; there always was, but now it felt different, it felt more distinct.

"Really? What did he say?"

Edward chuckled and brushed his knuckles against her cheeks, smiling widely as Bella began to blush.

"I love when you do that," he murmured and that only aided in making her even more flustered.

"Stop that," she whined, smacking his hand aside. "Now answer my question. What did he say?" Edward huffed and the hot hair blew into Bella's face, causing her to squirm against him.

"He just let me know the Rosalie had told him about us. That was pretty much it."

"Oh, I would've expected something much more…explosive from Emmett," she replied almost disappointed and Edward chortled loudly, as he played with the ends of Bella's hair. She felt self conscious at that moment. All she could think was that her hair probably looked terrible, that it was probably all tangled up, and she tensed up against Edward.

"You look beautiful," Edward knowingly commented, making Bella blush again. Once more, the back of Edward's hands found purchase on the pink coloring on the apples of her cheeks. Under his breath, Bella heard him whisper 'love'.

"You know," Bella began, her own hand found its way to Edward's cheek. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush."

Edward smiled as he placed his hand on top of Bella's.

"I'm sure you have," he countered as he traced the pattern of his name onto the back of her hand.

"No," she argued, "I haven't. What makes Edward Cullen blush? What would cause you to be embarrassed?"

"Not very much," he chuckled as Bella sat up on the bed.

"Come on, tell me," she begged, her voice pleading. "It's not fair. You probably look adorable blushing," she pouted and Edward reached out and pulled on her bottom lip, bringing her closer to him.

"Who cares?" he questioned as he flipped them over. He was now resting on his knees above her, and she could feel him, hot and erect against her thigh. He grinned down at her as he eyed her body.

"Edward, what are you doing?" Bella asked as she tried to move away from Edward, but couldn't as he pulled her arms from her sides and held them over her head, clasping them together with one of his own. With his right hand free, he placed it firmly on her face, and Bella bit her lip trying not to blush, but she couldn't help it. This man, her best friend of all people, caused that kind of reaction to occur.

"I really do love yo-when you do that," Edward spoke, catching himself on a word that Bella didn't make out.

"I hate that I blush all the time. It lets everyone know how they affect me."

"That's exactly why I love it," he whispered, bending down to whisper something else into her ear. "I love that I have an effect on you. I'm sure you can feel what you do to me," he teased as he rubbed himself against her and bit his favorite spot, her earlobe.

"Edward," she moaned as he released her arms, and she quickly placed her hands in his hair. His hair no longer had the soft texture that it held when he first arrived. It was now matted and sweated out, but it felt great to know that she had been behind that new feel.

"Bella," he called back as he began to bite along the nape of her neck. They were just tiny little nips that wouldn't leave a mark but were enough to sting a bit. Bella however enjoyed it as she began to raise her hips against Edward's. In the back of her head, a little voice was chanting that it was Sunday, that they were breaking the rules, but all Bella could think was, who the fuck cares, we've broken the rules too many times to care anymore.

"You're not gonna try and stop me?" Edward teased as he began to lick along the underside of one of her breasts.

Bella shook her head avidly, before pulling herself up by gripping his neck. She used the unexpected momentum, and managed to flip them over, so now she lay on top.

"Fuck the rules," she growled as she gyrated her hips into his, moaning as she came in contact with his hardened cock.

"All the rules?" Edward asked optimistically as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Bella's waist.

Bella gulped as she stared into the eyes of her best friend, at the mirrored feelings of hope and yearning. Slowly, Bella took a deep breath as her eyes fluttered close. She could hear the shallow breaths that both she and Edward were taking.

Edward wanted to kiss her, she could see it in his expression, and damn it if she didn't want to kiss him right the fuck back. It was the fear of what may happen, of what might change that was keeping her from leaning forward and just kissing him. She could feel Edward beneath her, his hips aligned with hers, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist, and his eyes burning into her face.

As she opened her eyes, she saw exactly what she knew she would. Edward was staring directly at her as he waited for her answer. His eyes were slightly shut, narrowed in on her, and his lips were pursed. He moved in his eyebrows in a way to say, "So?" and Bella suddenly felt nauseous.

The butterflies in her stomach were flying about; her heart was racing a mile a minute as if she had just run a marathon. In her head the word no was being sung like a war cry, but it went unnoticed.

"All the rules," she answered quietly, and Edward's eyes widened at the words.

"Are you sure?" he asked as Bella lined herself up with Edward, thinking to herself, "This feels so right".

Slowly lowering herself onto Edward, she nodded her head as they both moaned at the sensation.

"Edward," she moaned as he helped her up to slowly bring her back down onto him.

"Bella," he answered back as they set up a slow rhythm. Bella's back was arched as they slowly moved in tandem, up and down, and Edward directed her by placing his hand on the small of her back. His other hand was splayed across her chest. Bella's hands lay flat against the bed to keep her balance and create the movements.

"Bella," he called out to her once more. She was lost in the slow movements that it took her a few moments before she realized that Edward was calling her name.

"Yes," she moaned out as Edward pulled her in close.

"Can I kiss you? No…fuck it. I'm gonna kiss you," he proclaimed as he began to move his hips up a bit quicker, and Bella began to mimic it in her riding position.

"Yes," she groaned as she latched her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and used it to bring her face closer to his.

With their lips barely touching, Edward whispered Bella's name and Bella replied back with his own.

"Too far," he murmured and she nodded before his lips pressed softly against hers.

If Bella thought being cradled in Edward's arm was magical, then his kiss was like a hallelujah chorus and spring water in the desert, hell it was better than any orgasm the two had ever shared.

It was a slow kiss, their lips barely moving against the other's as they reveled in the feel of the softness. As they pulled away, Bella continued to move and down Edward slowly, and he continued to push up at the same speed.

They just stared at each other, keeping their foreheads pressed together as they sped up their motions, their breathing erratic but still matching.

"Close," Bella whispered, her lips just a breath away from Edward's. He nodded in concurrence as he sped up his movements to match Bella's frantic motions. His hand snaked to her front, sliding down easily on her sweat slick chest down to her clit. He rubbed at the bundle of nerves furiously, matching their movements.

Bella's moans became more desperate as she neared her peak, and as she felt the familiar electric current running up from toes, she latched her mouth against Edward's tightly, kissing him with everything she had as she came, little lights shooting across her closed eyelids and tiny angels singing.

Edward responded back just as passionately as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her for the first time in almost fifteen years.

It had been too long, since they had kissed, but it still felt the same, Bella thought as she came down from the orgasmic bliss. She felt that same feeling of elation she had when she was eleven when she got her first kiss.

Funny, Bella thought. Edward had been her first kiss.