Is super nervous and unable to speak at moment

Assward: Eh, there was something to tell ya all....runs hand through hair Oh, whatever, I forgot. Enjoy the fucking chapter.

BPOV

I didn't want to leave Edward alone. The mere thought of it caused the red haze to lift in my mind, threatening to overwhelm my sensibilities again and take control. But I needed to hunt. The fight, the panic that had been overwhelming me the better part of several hours, my power draining me of energy, all of it, made me oh so thirsty.

But I didn't want to leave Edward.

It wasn't that bad; I could manage myself just fine for another day or two, until the family got here. Wherever here was….

He tsked in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "Babe, if you need to go, go. You don't have to go far."

"All she needs is a moment," I murmured, staring out the window, hugging my knees to my chest.

He groaned and rolled his eyes again. "What if I come with you? Will that-"

I whisked my head around, hissing and glaring. He froze, but calmly raised his brows in surprise. "That reaction seems to hint at a definite no."

"Never," I specified. "Edward, we give ourselves completely over to our senses. I could hurt you!"

This didn't seem to phase him… at all. And not even in his normal disregard for his safety and health way, in an entirely new way. He just smiled slightly, amusedly even, and shook his head, watching me the whole time.

"Bella, I think you're just being a negative Nancy," he teased.

I huffed, letting go of my knees and leaning forward. "Am not," I insisted.

He just stood there, hands stuffed in his jean pockets, smirking the whole time. I clenched my teeth.

"Edward-"

"You were entirely out of control of yourself, given 'completely over to your senses' as you put it," he said pointedly, "When you were fighting earlier. When you go… when your power happens. Right?"

I stared at him suspiciously. "You've been talking to my family," I accused.

He shrugged and nodded. "Alice, and Carlisle when she couldn't explain it. Not that he could that much better."

I made an impatient sound when he smirked at me, like he'd won his case or something. "It's not the same."

"Why not?' he instantly questioned. Like I was just trying to make excuses.

I stood up, eyes narrowed, stalking towards him. He remained calm except for a slight pick up in his heartbeat. I couldn't say if it was fear that caused that though.

"Because," I said silkily. "My power rose up because of my need to protect you." I came closer, and he twisted to continue facing me as I moved around him. "It had a… focus, if you will. If I go hunting," I moved even closer, closing in on him. His body was slowly tensing in response. "my focus isn't on protection." I smiled slowly. "It's on the hunt. The kill. The stalking of my prey, and knowing it's helpless against my strength and speed. It's about that moment of tension before I attack," I leapt on him, knocking him backwards into the couch and straddling him. His breath left in a whoosh, and he stared at me, first in surprise… then his eyes darkened. I licked my lips.

"And then it's about the sensation of feeding. Like getting a fix, or eating after days of starving. It's…" I shuddered. "Delicious. Carnal," I breathed into his ear.

He drew in a hissing breath, his hands clenching my hips tightly. I purred slightly as he arched his hips, holding me against him. I had missed Edward, and all his traits… including his intense need for physical touch. Of all kinds. Especially the mature kinds.

His hands slid up my hips to my waist, burning the skin they made contact with. My purr grew louder as his rough fingers slid along my ribs in a slow, purposeful way. Leaning down, I rubbed my nose along the pulse line of his neck, my tongue darting out to taste it without my actually telling it to. Salty; Edward. A soft growl left his chest when I did that , and he took one hand off of my skin to grab the back of my head and tug me down so he could lean up and kiss me.

And boy, did he mean business apparently.

I rested my hands on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, feeling his heart pumping steadily - if quickly - under me. His heat was rising up into me… or perhaps I was just getting very hot and bothered. Maybe it was both. Maybe the first was lending to the last.

Oh, who the hell cared?

When he pulled away to do that pesky breathing thing humans had to do, I licked his jaw line, surprised to feel some scruff there. Not a lot. Probably hardly even noticeable to a human. But I wasn't human, and I could feel it. I rubbed my cheek against his jaw, purring again, more deeply, as it scratched and tickled. Usually, Edward was clean shaven. I swear, the boy probably did it twice a day or something, because I never really felt any scruff from him.

I nipped his earlobe, before he moved his mouth back to mine, desperate and hungry.

Ooh…

His hand slid under my bra; he didn't even bother taking it off. For a moment, he just held it, then squeezed gently and as he tugged on my bottom lip… his fingers gently pinched my nipple.

I gasped, yanking back slightly, breathing heavily. He stared up at me, eyes so dark a green it almost appeared black even to my eyes. For a long moment, we stayed that way.

Then, cautiously, he shifted upright, so his free arm - the one not connected to the hand up my bra - braced him, and slowly kissed me, the tip of his tongue tracing the outline of my bottom lip and then slowly and surely inside my mouth.

Good god this boy knew his way around a kiss!

I loosely wrapped my arms around his neck, elbows on his shoulders, and he moved so he was sitting upright and I was still in his lap. His free hand grabbed my thigh, sliding down to my knee and tugging it so I was even closer to him. Then he slid it back up… and up to squeeze my cheek and hold me right over his erection.

And I didn't stop him.

While most of my mind was absorbed entirely in what we were doing, a small part of me was still rational. Bloodlust and lust lust sometimes came together… blended or added to the other. The fact that Edward was my mate - human or not - and I'd been away from him, only to have to rush back to find him in terrible danger…. Well, let's simply say that my instincts were at an all time high and they wanted me to be with him.

Didn't that happen all the time though? Situations that concerned death or almost death, the loss or almost loss of someone important… it all led to feelings of needing to reconfirm that we were still here, still alive, still able to feel. And I needed - so desperately, desperately needed - that confirmation that Edward was here and safe and mine. And that we both felt this… intensity.

I wasn't sure I'd stop him this time…. I wasn't sure I wanted to anymore.

My fingers quickly snatched the bottom hem of his long-sleeved shirt, tugging it towards his head, but Edward refused to cooperate, damn him. I growled, almost tearing it off, but then remembered he didn't have any other clothes to wear. So I simply kept tugging at it insistently, until he pulled away and let me yank the offending scrap of cloth off of him. His hands tugged his sweatjacket off of me right after, leaving me in my bra.

He stared, eyes flickering all over my bare skin, as if memorizing it. Slowly, he reached out to caress the top swells of my breasts with the back of a hand, his expression tender. I licked my lips, my breathing still too fast, though I wasn't panting any longer. Still moving slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle, openmouthed kiss to the skin he'd just touched.

I shivered, and he pulled back, looking at me. "I love you, Bella."

I nodded shakily. "I know," I whispered, "I-"

"Let me show you. Please."

I blinked several times. I don't know why, but my mind couldn't seem to process his words. And he waited. For once, Edward… waited. Patiently.

That sealed the deal, even though my mind was still struggling to comprehend what he'd just said, what I'd just agreed to. It didn't matter - it felt right.

He grinned at me in that crooked way he had, and it made me melt all over again just like it did every time. He leaned forward, kissing my lips sweetly but thoroughly. His hands trailed up my sides, down my arms… and up my back. The pad of a finger traced each and every vertebrae of my spine. Then he was unhooking my bra, slowly lowering it down my arms.

I couldn't remember a time Edward had been so… cautious, so paced, in what he was doing.

He pulled away, glancing around us with a slight pucker between his brows. Then he looked at me. "Is there a bed somewhere in here Bella? A couch isn't really that comfortable." He grinned.

I nodded, pointing down the hall, and he stood up, holding the backs of my thighs as he moved. After I pointed out the room I'd seen with a bed in it, he backed into the door and into the room, then kicked it shut. His head ducked down and he kissed me some more, moving at the same time. I tightened my legs around his waist and tilted my head, arching up to kiss him more firmly than before.

He lowered me down onto the bed, which thankfully didn't have much dust on it. The people who had lived here must have only left recently, for whatever reason. He took his mouth from mine, trailing sweet nibbles down my neck, until he reached my chest. Anticipation curled in my gut, made my breathing spike somewhat. He pressed butterfly-soft kisses around one breast, ignoring the tight bud, and then did the same with the other. I growled in frustration.

He chuckled, his warm breath skittering over my bare flesh and making me shiver again. But he still didn't do what I wanted him to do.

Instead, he trailed his mouth down between my breasts to my bellybutton, which he nudged with his nose. I fought back the urge to tug him back up to where I wanted him. Yes, I could do it; I was stronger than him. But… it just wouldn't be right.

At least… for now it wouldn't.

I swallowed as Edward's mouth drifted lower, to the waistband of my jeans. His hands were caressing the outsides of my thighs, warm and hot even through the thick levis. But he simply placed a kiss right where my skin ended and shifted back up my body again, kissing me with that same sweetness from before.

His hands, however, weren't so… sweet.

They were wicked. And I loved it.

At the first gentle pinch, I made a noise of surprise and shifted just slightly. Edward's chest rumbled with a soft growl and he nipped my lips as a… chastisement. His fingers were so hot, burning against my frigid, frozen skin, but I swore I was on fire again. Was I even cold anymore? Between the way he was making me feel and his body warming my own, maybe I wasn't.

Clever tongue, clever fingers…. I gasped as he twisted a nipple while pinching it more tightly than before.

He pulled away from kissing me, and I moved to follow after him, definitely not wanting to be through kissing him for the moment

Edward laughed against my lips as I grabbed his hair and tugged him back down, resting against the pillows.

Eventually, he pulled away, smiling at me as he did so, and gently and chastely (I didn't know he knew how to kiss like that) gave me a last little peck. Before he ducked his head back down to my breasts. One hand released a hardened bud, only for his mouth to cover it, sucking it. And I'd thought his fingers were hot…. I panted like I actually needed to breathe so desperately, small whimper-like noises coming from me. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, needing more… more… more!

Edward's hands left my breasts, trailing down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans again. One paused at the waistline, and the other slid down my thigh, gently gripping it and tugging it up towards his hips. My mind was everywhere, trying to focus on what he was doing all at once, but it was hard to focus on… anything, really.

He slipped the button of my jeans free, and unzipped them.

I realized in a delayed reaction sort of way, and started to sit up, but then Edward was at my mouth again, kissing me, his hands caressing my sides and blistering my skin. I relaxed, wrapping my arms around his neck again, kissing him back. I slid my hands down his back, tracing the wings that screamed of the pain he'd been through in his life. He'd marked himself forever. He'd never be able to escape or forget his pain….

Was it shallow of me to still think it was hot? To think his marks of pain were entirely sexy?

He should get another, my mind lazily mused. A happier one.

He was sliding my pants down my legs. I wasn't stopping him. A finger slid along the top of my panties, just inside. I shivered as goosebumps broke across my skin. I didn't know vampires could get goosebumps.

His kisses were turning sweet again. Savoring, that was the word. They were more like he was savoring me. A purr of satisfaction vibrated up from my chest at that and I slid my hands along to the front of his chest, caressing him. I wanted to savor him, too.

He moved down my body, pausing to lick teasingly at my sensitive, aching breasts, and then dipping his tongue into my bellybutton. Just how many nerve endings did that place have? His fingers curled around the sides of my panties, and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

A part of me was… nervous. Anxious. Maybe a little bit afraid. Then I was also excited, eager, wanting all of this and more. I licked my lips again and swallowed as he slowly, slowly pulled them down, one side tug at a time, until they were past my ankles. His hands slid up my calves, one pausing at my knee as he moved back up until his face hovered over mine. I opened my eyes when I felt his hand press down on the mattress near my shoulder and his breath fan over my face.

He smiled at me, leaning down for a slow gentle kiss. "So beautiful," he murmured, lips brushing mine. "Perfect. I love you. I love you so much." He kept his lips right over mine. Like he was breathing the words into me.

The hand at my knee was sliding upwards, along the inside of my thigh. It paused there, tracing soothing circles on the skin, until I squirmed. He kissed me again on the lips tenderly, taking his time, as his hand slid higher.

I shuddered violently as it just brushed against my sex.

He murmured soothing nonsense against my lips, just barely brushing me again. Teasing and testing all at once. I was trembling, that anxiety and anticipation from before confusing me, making it hard to figure out what I was really feeling at this moment. Was I more excited than nervous? Or was I nervous about finally taking this step with him?

Rosalie wondered why I hadn't yet. And she'd noted that maybe, I still had some secret doubts about him. About us lasting. Did I think if I gave it up, he'd lose interest?

No, I immediately realized, I didn't think he'd leave. It was as preposterous as Rosalie and Emmett separating, as Esme and Carlisle or Alice and Jasper leaving each other. No, I wasn't holding back and nervous about taking our relationship to this place.

Almost as if he somehow knew I was no longer even possibly nervous, he pressed his finger against me more firmly, stroking it slowly along my slit. I hissed in pleasure and arched my body. With a growl, his hand near my head clenched into a fist and his lips grew more frantic. I couldn't blame him, because mine did too. I was alternating tugging on his hair and fisting it, to digging my fingers into his shoulders, careful not to hurt him of course.

Such a fine line to walk… the precarious, fine edge of a knife.

I made a wordless noise of protest as he pulled his mouth away from mine, but he knew how to quiet that. I drew in another hissing breath as he bit down gently on my nipple, licking it right after as if apologizing. The thought was almost laughable, because I knew he wasn't at all apologetic about what he was doing.

His hand that wasn't busy between my thighs slid down and grabbed my knee, pulling it higher and to the side. He nipped at the skin of my stomach, biting a trail lower….

His hand left my sex and gently pushed my thighs farther apart. I was breathing heavily as my mind caught on to what he was planning to do….

"No!" I gasped breathlessly, shooting up onto my elbows, peering down at him.

I went somewhat mindless then, completely checking out at the sight of him, between my legs, looking at me hungrily through his dark lashes, his eyes practically black with lust. They probably matched mine.

"The… venom," I explained, getting back on track about why this was not a good position right now. "You can't… the venom." I added breathlessly, hardly able to get the words out.

He slowly raised a brow, and I wondered if he was going to listen to me. When he ducked his head again, I got ready to tell him to stop all over again when he pursed his lips and… blew.

I gave a small shriek and jumped. His hands tightened around my thighs and he smirked at me, smug as I'd ever seen anyone. I panted, staring at him with wide eyes, and he leaned down….

I trembled.

He did it again, making me moan and my head fall back. My arms were going to give out on me any-

He leaned even closer and blew more slowly against my heated core, making my trembling pick up the tempo and my arms fall back. I panted, waiting for him to do it again, but he didn't. Instead, he brushed his nose - his damn nose! - along my slit, deliberately breathing directly over the flesh.

The anticipation was becoming more and more difficult to bear.

Edward shifted - no, he stalked back up my body, kissing my lips unhurriedly yet firmly, his tongue warm as it brushed against mine. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around him again, needing to keep him here. His free hand returned to my sex, fingers spreading the wetness around, and then flicking against my clit.

I moaned sharply, arching towards him. "Again," I gasped, and he obliged, flicking his finger against the sensitive nub, and then slowly circling it. I whimpered as the anticipation became a firm tension lodged somewhere just below the pit of my stomach, winding tighter with each pass Edward's finger made around me.

He shifted his fingers, and slowly pushed two inside of me, his thumb taking over what his finger had been doing just moments before. I gasped, moaned, and raised my hips to encourage him to continue. I didn't think I could form a word if my life depended on it.

Edward was breathing heavily as well, kissing and sucking on my neck like he was determined to leave a mark there. I tightened my hold around his neck, then thought better of it and simply wrapped my arms around his back and grabbed his shoulders, gluing myself to him.

He was panting. "Bella," he murmured against my skin. I felt him smirk as he pressed his thumb more firmly against me for a moment and I whimpered in pleasure. "You liked that?"

What, he wanted me to form words now? Psht. I nodded frantically, because that was seriously the best I could manage.

Chuckling, Edward kissed my neck and pressed firmly with his thumb as he swiped over my clit again, his fingers pumping faster than before now. I don't know what noise came out of me then - it sounded like a purr with hard edge to it. Or was that a soft growl? Hard to say.

"So close," he breathed. "I can feel it…." He hissed in a breath and lifted his head, staring into my eyes. The way he looked at me, the raw emotions in his eyes… it just made the tension that much more tighter.

My hips were moving, seeking. His thumb rubbed against me with more pressure, his fingers sliding in and out of my sex with more speed.

"Come for me, Bella. Don't hold yourself back… just come." He leaned down, kissing me deeply, pushing his fingers higher inside of me….

I gasped, crying out as the tension exploded, spiraling out to the farthest reaches of my body, my claws biting into Edward's skin as I dragged them down his back, pressing closer to him as it all hit me.

It wasn't like this was my fist time or first orgasm. Maybe it was more intense because I was a vampire now… but I had a feeling that wasn't the case. It was because it was with Edward.

I felt drowsy, almost like I could sleep, as I rested back against the pillows. Edward pulled his fingers from inside of me, and the cool air around us slithered against my exposed skin. I was too tired to care. Edward stood up, and I blinked quickly, reaching out to grab his arm. He glanced back at me, questioning, and turned, kneeling at the side of the bed. Sweet, sweet man. Now I didn't have to move, which was something I didn't think my limbs wanted to be doing for a while.

I didn't even get to say anything. I opened my mouth, about to tell him it wasn't fair to just let him pleasure me and not give back, when he suddenly grinned and pressed a finger to my lips. "Don't. No."

I was going to argue, when he laughed quietly and kissed me without hurry, as if we had all the time in the world. I guess, in a way, we did. Then he got up and walked out of the room. After a few minutes, he walked back in with a blanket. I could smell soap on his hands, and the mothballs on the blanket, and scrunched my nose. He chuckled, shaking it out several times.

He threw it over me, then crawled onto the bed beside me, tucking me into his side. I rested my hands on his chest, smiling as I listened to his heart right under my ear. His fingers shifted through my hair, his expression relaxed and… content. As long as he was content, so was I.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, murmuring almost inaudibly, "Good night, my love, my Bella. I love you."

I smiled, sighing happily, and closed my eyes, though I knew I'd never sleep. "Absolutely," I whispered back.

~*~*~

My cell vibrated in my pants pocket, and I stealthily shifted out of Edward's hold to gather it. I flipped it open, speaking softly so as not to wake Edward.

"Hey, Alice, when are you guys going to get here?" She was quiet, and I frowned in concern. "Alice?"

She sighed. "Bella…. I've just seen something… terrible."

"What?" I asked in a hurried panic.

"Helen," she spat, her voice shaking in anger. That seemed to be all she could get out, because then Rosalie spoke.

"That bitch is underhanded. She went to Edward's house, you remember?" When I confirmed I did, she continued in an infuriated tone, a hiss just audibly accompanying her words. "She killed Edward's father."

I winced, glancing over at my sleeping mate. "And… Elizabeth?"

Alice spoke up again, spitting the words out angrily. "This is where the real bitch part comes in."

"Give her another two days and she'll be up and at 'em," Rosalie drawled.

I stared blindly at the bed with horror. "She didn't… she wouldn't…."

"You so know she would," Rosalie said in disgust. "And she did. She changed his fucking mother to get to both of you."

"How did she know she wouldn't get to him or me…?"

"I don't think she did know," Alice said. "I think she did it just to be evil, spiteful, and just in case she didn't. If you guys hadn't escaped, maybe she'd have gone back and killed Elizabeth as well. Who knows? All I know is in two days, Elizabeth will be finished with the change, and in just less than that, we'll have to explain all of this to Edward."

"How are you two doing?" Rosalie asked suddenly. "Did-"

"We're fine," I assured them quickly, my lips pulling up into a smile. "More than fine," I murmured.

Both were quiet for a long moment, before Rosalie said suspiciously, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Bella just got laid."

Alice added a suspicious, wordless agreement.

I grinned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Alice gasped. "She did!"

Rosalie laughed. "About frickin' time."

I told her to "Fuck off."

"Edward must really be rubbing off on you. Lucky for you Esme isn't around to wash your mouth out with soap," Rosalie teased.

I rolled my eyes.

"So how was it?" she asked. Alice giggled as I made a noise of disgust and protest.

"I'm not telling you guys that!"

"Oh, come on!" Rosalie said impatiently. "Just say if it was good or not. What's so bad about that?"

I sighed and admitted, "Phenomenal." Then I immediately hung up, smirking. They were probably screaming now.

But when I glanced back over at Edward, it faded away. His father was dead… and his mother would wish she were when she woke up.

EPOV

I'd finally convinced Bella to go hunting. It helped that Alice called while I was doing so and said it'd be perfectly safe. Right now, I was in the bathroom. This house was low on essentials, and there wasn't anything in the fridge and cupboards except canned foods and water bottles. My guess was this was a retreat or something. Likely, people had just left less than a month ago. It all worked out for me.

I dug around and found towels - old, somewhat ragged ones - under the sink in the bathroom. Turning on the water, I waited for it to heat up….

Twisting, I glanced at my back in the mirror above the sink. Thin scratches stood out from my shoulders to about halfway down my back. They didn't hurt; when she'd scratched me, it had stung, but not terribly. Smirking, I turned back towards the shower and stepped inside.

When I stepped out, Bella was waiting in the room, her eyes that light golden color again, a smile on her face. She came forward, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck.

"Smell good," she mumbled.

I laughed, massaging the back of her neck and holding her in place. "You always say that," I teased.

I felt her smile against my skin. "That's because it's true. But you smell best after you shower," she added softly, breathing deeply again. Her tongue darted out to lick away a drop of water. I shivered and groaned.

"Bella, you're such a tease." I muttered. "Knock it off." I didn't want her thinking that it was all about the physical shit now, all the time or anything. Though that was going to be in my mind for a long, long time.

She pulled away with a cheeky grin. "That's not what you were saying last night," she said, turning and walking away, shaking her hips.

I stared, then threw my head back and groaned. "You're such a fucking tease!" I called after her.

She just laughed.

Grinning, I ran up behind her and swooped her into my arms; I didn't even have to lean down to reach her lips because she was grabbing my head and tugging me down.

"I learned from the best," she whispered in my ear.

I gave her a look. "I am not a tease."

She just laughed.

Assward: I think she's under her bed... still trying not to be sick. She's never written this type of shit before, so it's making her nervous. shrugs I don't see why - I'm in it, so it's bound to be hot.

Anyhow, why don't you all leave her some reviews. Be all constructive and stuff, but if you guys make her fucking upset, I'll come and kick your asses. glares An upset IG means no story for a while, and I bet it also means no more fucking for me. And a longer wait to see what the hell's going on beyond this abandoned fucking house.