I know you've all been waiting for this one for a while. Here's Edward's POV of Rosalie's graduation party. Enjoy


Outtake: Burnin' for You (Edward's POV)

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

Time is the essence

Time is the season

Time ain't no reason

Got no time to slow

Time everlasting

Time to play besides

Time ain't on my side

Time I'll never know

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right

Well I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

-"Burnin' for You" by Blue Oyster Cult


I considered not going to Rosalie's graduation party. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could trust myself around Bella. I wanted her so badly and it had become nearly unbearable since the poker party.

That night had been a disaster. I knew I was done for when Rosalie had suggested poker. I was a decent enough player, but I was just buzzed enough that I couldn't stop myself from staring at Bella. There was something simultaneously bold but shy about her demeanor as she slipped her bra off. The shirt had been bad enough. I'd stared at the white swells of her breasts against the edge of the grey bra and had to drag my eyes away. It was simple, not satin or lace, just a smooth, pale grey fabric with a narrow strip of darker grey trim edging it. The contrast of the darker grey against her skin drove me mad. I wanted to take it off of her and see the rest. I wanted to feel how soft the skin was there. I hardly paid attention to the game, too distracted by the way her body moved as she stood up to strip out of the jeans she wore to reveal a matching pair of grey boyshorts. I felt like a bastard for noticing but her body was so clearly different than Rosalie's. Rosalie was much curvier and her body more clearly defined. She worked out a lot, that much was obvious. She was gorgeous, but there was something compelling about Bella's more subtle curves. She was thin, but not too thin. No jutting ribs or anything that made her look unhealthy. Her body was softer than Rosalie's, without the relentlessly toned look of someone who worked out all the time. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the effort Rosalie put into looking good, but there was something appealing about how natural Bella looked. Healthy, and fit, but not starved or hard. What bothered me about Rosalie was that she wasn't as confident as she liked to pretend she was. She had a certain arrogance about how good she looked, but at the same time, she sometimes seemed uncomfortable with her body. Although Bella seemed shy about showing off her nudity, she somehow seemed more comfortable in her own skin.

I bit the inside of my cheek when she removed her bra finally. My breathing was shallow and labored as I saw her try to hide her chest from view with her forearms. It was futile; I saw everything, but somehow alluring that she was being bashful. There wasn't even the faintest hint of tan lines, just uninterrupted milky white skin. I was perversely pleased to see her eyes linger on my cock as I dropped my boxers. Just for a moment, as her tongue licked across her bottom lip I knew she wanted me. I had to sit down quickly to hide my rising erection. Emmett leaned in to help Bella with her hand and she shifted to the side and I caught a glimpse of pale pink nipple. One glance at Emmett's naked ass after he realized Rosalie had stolen our clothes was enough to deflate my erection. I had managed to win back my boxers before she pilfered them and our poker game quickly dissolved into a ridiculous game of hide and seek for our clothes. It was a cheap shot, but I hid behind Bella when Rosalie went after us with a squirt gun. I just wanted an excuse to touch her.

My hands curled around her hips and I felt the silky fabric under my fingertips and her cool, smooth skin. I leaned in to say something in her ear and saw her nipples tighten. Something she was wearing smelled like warm, sweet, fresh strawberries and I suddenly wanted to taste her skin and to press warm, wet kisses to the curve of her neck as I moved inside her. I felt her shudder against me as I whispered in her ear. Her body moved easily in my hands as we backed across the room to get our clothes and her soft skin brushed against my chest. She fumbled with her bra and I moved her fingers out of the way to hook it for her. I would use any excuse to touch her that I could. I was disappointed when she slipped her own clothes on, even as I put mine on. She abandoned me to Rosalie and disappeared into the other room. Rosalie's smile looked forced and although she tried to play it off as a joke, she squirted me in the face with the squirt gun. I chased after her, annoyed with her passive aggressive games. She snarled something about me going after Bella and laughed mockingly when I couldn't deny it. We argued quietly in low voices on the landing in front of her bedroom. When her voice rose, I dragged her into the room, and slammed the door shut. Irritated and tired of all of her bullshit, I wanted to leave, but Jasper had driven us and I didn't want to drag him and Emmett away. Rosalie fell asleep quickly but I lay awake in her dark room staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to be a bastard to her. I knew she saw what was going on with Bella and I felt like a complete ass. But I was terrified of how strong of an interest I had in Bella.

Late that night I got up, intending to go downstairs to watch TV for a while. I stopped short when I saw her curled up on the couch in the living room. She looked small and forlorn lying there. She was tucked tightly against the back of the couch with a pillow cradled to her chest. I saw a streak of makeup down her cheek and I realized she had been crying when she fell asleep. I reached down to wipe it away when I heard a quiet voice.

"What are you doing?"

I pulled my hand back and glanced guiltily over at Emmett who was sitting up on the other couch looking half-asleep and confused. I looked back at Bella but she was still sleeping peacefully. I moved to sit on the floor by Emmett and shrugged. "Why was she crying?"

"I don't know. She tried to hide it but she sobbed herself to sleep."

My fingers twitched reflexively, wanting to touch her, and hating that she had been so upset about something. "No idea what was bothering her?"

Emmett shook his head and glanced over at her with a worried frown. "No."

I sighed and stood up. "Alright, I'm going to head back upstairs." Emmett frowned again and I hastened to reassure him. "I'm going to end things with Rose this week. I've dragged it out too long as is." He nodded and looked relieved.

I crouched down next to Bella and gently pulled the blanket up around her. She sighed softly but didn't wake and I dragged my thumb across her cheek to wipe away the smudged make up. Her lips curved into a small smile and her deep, rhythmic breathing reassured me that she was completely unaware of my presence. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and let my fingers linger on her jaw. Someday I'd kiss right there, I thought.

I went back upstairs to Rosalie's bed and fell asleep. In the morning, Rosalie and I were coolly polite to each other. And by the end of the week, we were officially over. She seemed fine with it, although, her dropping the name of some other guy she was interested in was childish.

I went to graduation and suddenly felt like a complete creep for being so interested in Bella and Rosalie. They were both eighteen and neither of them acted like your typical high school student, but the age difference was glaringly obvious. The other girls seemed so young and for a moment, I wondered if I should even consider pursuing something with Bella. But the moment I saw her walk across the stage to accept her diploma, I knew I couldn't just let go of my attraction to her. Her smile was breathtaking and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw she was graduating with honors. When I compared her to the other girls in her class she was so confident, so poised, and gracious as she thanked people for coming and for the cards and flowers they pressed into her hands.

After the ceremony, I hugged her carefully- trying not to let my hands linger too long, but I felt the soft skin of her back under my fingertips as I pulled away. She shivered, and her cheeks flushed and the obnoxious friend of hers handed her his jacket. She shrugged it on and I suddenly wished I'd had one to offer her.

Not wanting to cause problems with our friends I forced myself to go to the graduation party; although, I didn't drink, and spent most of my time staring morosely into the fire. Bella looked nervous and uncomfortable, although she plastered a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes when people tried to talk to her. She went through the motions of signing yearbooks and chatting with friends, but I could tell it was forced. I finally tore myself away from her and went in the house to the bathroom. I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror, trying to will away the frantic look in my eyes, and calm my tense body. I felt strung tight, like a guitar that had been improperly tuned and I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to relax. I gave up eventually and made my way into the living room, intending to watch a few movies and crash, preferably as far away from Bella as possible. But she was already there, and the only open spot on the couch was right beside her. I settled in, trying not to touch her, but failing miserably. I shuddered at the feel of my knee against her thigh. I didn't have any idea what movie we were watching, too aware of her warmth and her scent and how difficult it was not to reach out to touch her.

When she climbed into her sleeping bag I moved to the spot on the floor beside her, feeling utterly out of control. My hand moved automatically to brush against her arm. She jumped a little and I was just about to pull my hand back when she relaxed. I dragged my fingertips across her soft skin and she sighed softly. I didn't want to push anything and I contented myself with the feel of her skin and the way she relaxed under my touch.

I didn't pay any attention to the movie; I was too focused on the way Bella felt. When the movie was over and the room was dark and quiet, I inched closer to her and held my breath while I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her gently toward me. She relaxed against me immediately and in moments her breathing was deep and even. Her back pressed against my chest and she fit against me so well. She felt small in my arms, and soft. In her sleep, she shifted so she was pressed even tighter against me and I buried my nose in her hair. The warm, sweet scent of hers was dizzying. I didn't sleep, too aware of her to relax.

Eventually she moved in my arms and made a small sound.

"You awake?" I asked.

"Sort of," she said quietly. She shivered against me and I moved my hand up to her shoulder, wanting to relax her. She tensed when I unzipped the sleeping bag she was in and I kept my hands high on her back and she relaxed again. She sighed softly and drifted off to sleep as I gently worked each muscle. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her eyes flutter when I moved lower. She woke up a little when I slipped my hand under the fabric of her tank top and rested it on her stomach. I felt the muscles clench and her whole body stiffen against mine before she rolled over onto her back.

She admitted to being ticklish and I grinned at her and did it again. I moved my head to the crook of her neck and whispered how adorable it was. I couldn't stop the words that left my mouth. "You smell so good, Bella."

"You smell good, too," she whispered. I grinned, inordinately pleased that I had some effect on her. I let my lips brush across her neck, helpless to stop myself from what I'd been fantasizing about doing for so long.

"Whatever, Edward. You know you have an effect on girls," she said breathlessly. She tried to brush it off and I laughed softly.

"I thought you were immune." It was the truth; I was constantly struggling to tell if she was attracted to me at all. I brushed my thumb across her stomach and let my lips touch her neck again and she squirmed a little, her hips shifting on the sleeping bag below her. My heart took off, racing inside my chest when she said that she found me charming. I moved my lips up and over her jaw, finally kissing the spot I'd been eyeing since the poker party. My lips hovered over hers, giving her the opportunity to push me away if she wanted.

Instead, our lips met softly and then she began to kiss me back. I teased her at first before I deepened the kiss, causing her to moan quietly. I smiled, suddenly no longer worried about her interest in me. I had no idea how far it would go that night, but it didn't matter. Bella was in my arms and her lips were soft and eager against mine. As the kiss deepened, I pulled her against me, feeling the length of her body for the first time. Her fingertips at the back of my neck made a shiver run through me. I kissed her deeply and she responded, her tongue stroking against mine, following my lead. After a little while, she sighed and I pulled back, wanting to make sure she was alright.

"You okay?"

"Mmm." She looked up at me dreamily and pulled me back down. I lost myself in kissing her. When we were both breathless I moved down her jaw again and to her neck, finding a spot behind her ear that made her squirm and shiver.

When I asked her if she liked it, her response was breathy and full of desire. Her nipples tightened against my chest and I kissed her again, feeling needy and desperate. Her kisses were just as desperate as mine and she wound her fingers through my hair and tugged. I closed my eyes in pleasure and tried to pull her close but we got tangled in the sleeping bag. I unzipped it quickly and pulled her onto my blankets, draping it over both of us. I lay half on top of her, only dimly aware of the people around us. I reached to touch her eagerly, letting my hand brush against her breasts and then to her nipples when she arched into my touch. Desperate to feel her bare skin, I moved up under her shirt and sighed in pleasure. Her skin was so soft and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass with. She shivered and breathed out my name and I captured her lips with mine again. I kissed her while I stroked and teased her nipples and she began to rock her hips against me. My thigh fell between hers and she rubbed against me, seeking friction.

I moved under the blankets and lifted her shirt, suddenly desperate to taste her skin. She whimpered and tightened her hold on my head. I teased her nipples with my tongue and she responded with eager sighs and moans. But I went willingly when she pulled me back up and I worried that maybe I had scared her off.

"You okay?"

"Just kind of weirded out by everyone around us."

I guiltily remembered that we weren't exactly alone at the moment. I glanced around to make sure no one else was awake, but everyone seemed to be sleeping peacefully. "Do want to see if the guest room is free?" The words left my mouth before I even realized I was saying them. I wanted her so badly, but I knew we were rushing things and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and I made my way into the hallway.

The door to the guest room was half-open and I was hopeful, but when I peered inside there was a drunk guy passed out on the floor. I was half tempted to drag him out in the hall, but couldn't quite bring myself to be that much of an ass. I sighed and went back in the living room, slid back under the blankets, and drew Bella close to me again. I told her what I found and she smiled and shook her head.

"It's alright; we'll just have to be quiet." I frowned, but she took my head in her hands and kissed me, hard and needy. I rolled onto my back and she lay partially on top of me, her hands moving up under my shirt. She explored my chest and stomach with her hands as she kissed me.

Although I'd been trying very hard to ignore the fact that I'd pretty much been hard since I touched her arm earlier, I couldn't ignore it any longer. Her thigh brushed against me and I rolled her over until she was under me again. I didn't stop kissing her, needing to taste her more. Eventually, I pulled back with a sigh and propped my head in my hand, looking down at her. The light in the room was still fairly dim but I could see her thick lashes against her cheeks and

she slowly opened her eyes to look up at me. She looked puzzled, like she couldn't figure out why I had stopped. My hand moved to her stomach and then slid lower, beneath her shorts.

I stopped when I reached her underwear, needing to be sure it was alright. "Is this okay?"

She nodded and I hesitated a moment, but she tilted her hips up to my hand and I slid my fingers lower. I moaned in her ear at the feel of her, wet and silky against my touch. She responded and I teased her slowly at first, just feeling the outside of her lips, and how wet they were. When I slid a finger inside of her I couldn't believe how tight she was. I kissed her again to quiet the whimpers she made and I felt her clench around my touch. She shuddered against me when I slid another finger into her and when the heel of my hand pressed against her clit, she came apart. Her lips parted and her eyes closed tightly. I watched her teeth clamp down on her soft lower lip as she struggled to keep silent. After she stopped shuddering under my hand she let out the breath she had been holding in a loud whoosh of air.

"You look beautiful like that, coming apart when I touch you." She looked up at me, her eyes dark and large in her face.

"Thank you," she whispered.

We both looked around the room to make sure no one had woken up, but the room was quiet and still. I rolled over, bringing her with me and she curled up beside me with her head on my chest. I threaded my fingers through hers and fell into a deep sleep.

Several hours later, I awoke to Bella squirming against my very hard cock. We were both on our sides and she was pressed tight against my body.

"See what you do to me?" I teased her.

She rolled over to face me. "No, but I can feel it."

I grinned, happy that she seemed relaxed and comfortable with what had happened earlier. I kissed her leisurely and pressed her close to me, my fingers tracing small circles on her lower back. I was surprised when she trailed her fingers over my stomach and down to my cock. I moaned and she asked if I liked it. With as hard as I was, it seemed like a ridiculous question but I murmured my agreement. When she slipped her hand underneath the fabric of my pajama pants, I whimpered at the feeling of her hands touching my skin. Her fingertips traced over the head and up to the tip of my cock. I looked up at her, and said, "God Bella, that feels so good."

I slid my pajama pants off and laid back down, her hand returning to my cock immediately.

"Tell me what to do," she whispered.

I swallowed hard and bit back a groan. "How about I show you?" She nodded and I wrapped my hand around hers, guiding it up and down my cock.

"I want to please you."

"You are," I reassured her.

She slid closer to me and kissed down my neck and jaw. I groaned and let go, allowing her to take over. She hit a sensitive spot behind my ear and I shuddered against her, my cock twitching in her hand. I ran my fingers along her back, gently urging her to continue. Her grasp was firm and sure and when her teeth grazed my earlobe I grabbed her shirt and struggled to control myself.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I warned her and she moved her lips to kiss me hard. A stroke of her thumb over the head and then a firm up and down stroke did me in. I tensed and came in her hand, panting harshly against her. She continued to stroke me, slowly and gently and I shuddered at how sensitive I was.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be." She shook off my apology and I kissed her.

"God, Bella, I want you. I want to be inside of you," I said fervently. Her hand around my cock had been amazing, but the thought of sliding into her tight, wet heat, had me feeling crazed and needy.

"I want you, too," she admitted. I smiled at her and sat up far enough to slip off my shirt. I gently cleaned her hand and then wiped the come off my cock.

I turned to look at her. She was lying on the floor beside me, breathing heavily, her eyes bright, and her nipples were hard through the fabric of her shirt.

"To hell with the drunk kid, I'm kicking him out." I tugged my pants up and turned over, fumbling in desperation for a condom. Finding one at the bottom of my bag, I slipped it into my pocket and helped Bella up. The door to the bedroom was closed and I opened it to peer inside. I was ridiculously pleased that it was empty.

I tugged her inside, shut the door behind us, and locked it. There was a bedside lamp that I clicked on and I was glad to see it was bright enough to see her body, but not so bright she'd feel uncomfortable. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, slipping her shirt off, before pressing her against me. I ran my hands across the soft, smooth skin on her back and my lips trailed across the top of her shoulder, to the crook of her neck where the sweet, strawberry scent was concentrated. Her head fell back with pleasure and she sagged a little in my arms.

I pulled her down onto the bed and unhooked her bra. I stared at her, mesmerized by the way her pale, pink nipples tightened in the cool air. She shivered and her skin broke out in goose bumps.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. She pulled me closer and I dragged my fingertips across her nipples. She moaned and I leaned down to take them in my mouth. I worked my way down her stomach and when I reached the edge of her shorts, I kissed my way along it. I tugged them off of her and threw them on the floor. She was wearing just a small pair of pale blue panties. I didn't take them off yet, just moved my lips over to her hip and then down her smooth thigh. I brushed my fingers across her pussy feeling how damp the fabric was. My lips teased the skin on her inner thigh and she moaned and arched into me.

"Please, Edward," she begged.

Hearing her beg me made me even more impatient and I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties, kissing the wet fabric over her pussy lips. I closed my eyes in pleasure at how good she smelled. "God, I can't believe how wet you are for me," I said. My voice was rough and needy sounding.

She helped me slip her underwear off and just stared at her for a moment. She was mostly bare, with just a small triangle of neatly trimmed hair above her lips. My eyes traveled from her pussy, up over her stomach and breasts, to her face. Her lips were parted slightly and her cheeks were flushed a soft pink.

"So beautiful," I whispered. I parted her legs and pressed my lips to her soft skin. I let my tongue slip out and I slowly explored her wet skin.

She breathed out my name and I teased her pussy, fluttering my tongue against her clit, and then, licked slowly up and down her lips. She tasted so good and I lost myself in the enjoyment of pleasing her. She grabbed at my hair and sighed when I traced my tongue around her clit. I liked that she was becoming demanding. She moaned with pleasure and I parted her lips to delve deeper with my tongue. She arched against me and I felt her thighs begin to shake. I could hear the quiet, needy, little sounds she made and I flicked my tongue hard against her clit until she came.

She cried out my name and her body arched up around me. I didn't let up and she shuddered and spasmed with pleasure, her body shaking from the strain.

"Shit, oh, that feels so good," she cried out. I pulled away when she sagged back down onto the bed and she let go of my hair. She smoothed it down softly and I pressed a wet open mouthed kiss to her hip. I slipped off my pants and slid over her. Feeling her bare skin against mine was staggering. I kissed her, forgetting for a moment that my lips must taste like her arousal, but she didn't seem to mind. Her legs parted and I moved between them, my cock brushing against her soft wetness. I rose up and looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed with pleasure and her lips were dark pink and slightly swollen from kissing. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink and her body writhed against mine. My cock nudged at her wet opening and her eyes opened to meet mine.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

She hesitated. "Wait Edward . . . I . . ."

Fuck. I didn't want to stop, but I'd never push her into anything she wasn't completely sure of. I moved to the bed beside her, unable to stop myself from letting out a frustrated groan. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you."

"No, it's not that . . . I just . . . I'm not on the pill or anything and I . . ."

I sat up and looked at her, hopeful that lack of birth control was the only thing holding her back. I was suddenly horrified that I hadn't thought to grab the condom from my pocket. Even if she had been on birth control, I should have used one. Bella and I hadn't even discussed the issue of previous partners and being tested. In the past I had never had sex without a condom. "God, of course . . . I didn't even think. Will a condom be okay?"

She smiled at me and nodded. I scrambled for my pajama pants and pulled it out, rolling it on quickly but carefully. I moved back over her, trailing my fingers across her thigh.

"I just want to be inside of you, Bella." I gently held her hips in place and made a shallow thrust into her. She tensed and I stopped, allowing her body to relax around me. When she sighed and her body unclenched, I slid in further. She closed her eyes and I asked her if she was all right. She didn't speak, merely nodding instead, and I slid the rest of the way inside her. I was encouraged by her quiet moan and she whispered how good it felt. I hadn't even allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her inner walls gripping me or the way her body seemed to mold around mine. If I focused on it too much, I wouldn't be able to last.

I smiled at her and lowered myself to kiss her, beginning to move. I moved slowly and shallowly at first but it wasn't long before she began to move with me, her hips rising to meet mine. We were both quiet, the room filled with only our heavy breathing and the quiet gasps that left her lips. She closed her eyes in pleasure as I began to move more quickly. I felt her body begin to clench around me and I fought to stay in control.

"I want to feel you come on my cock," I breathed against her mouth and she moaned my name. Her hands moved up to wrap around me, her short nails gliding against the skin on my back. She clenched around me tighter and I shuddered and groaned her name. I drew back and thrust harder; she arched to meet my movement and begged me for more.

I kissed her hard and groaned against her mouth when she came. In order to muffle the sounds she was making, I covered her mouth more firmly with mine and she shivered against me, grinding her hips against me. I stiffened and grabbed for her, holding her tight against me as I came hard into the condom, feeling weak with pleasure. I shuddered against her and my forehead dropped against her lips. She kissed me softly and rand her hands up and down my back, apparently not minding the sweat that had formed there. She was soft and relaxed under me. I collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side, carefully pulling out of her. She whimpered, and I wondered for a moment, if I had hurt her. I kissed her and removed the condom, tying it off, and tossing it in the trash. I felt dizzy and light-headed, surprised by the intensity of my orgasm.

I moved so we were lying on the bed side by side and pulled her close to kiss her. "That was incredible," I whispered.

It wasn't necessarily the best sex I had ever had, but it was by far the best first sex I'd ever had with someone. It was one reason I'd never bothered with one night stands. I preferred to get to know the other person, and I always tried hard learn what they liked. It took time to get to know what made them go out of their mind with pleasure, but it had been so easy with Bella. She had responded so naturally to my touch, and been so unrestrained in her reactions that it was easy to read her body. We moved naturally together and the feel of being inside of her was intoxicating.

She kissed me back and I let my hand trail down her spine, causing her to shiver. I was worried that she hadn't spoken yet and I asked her if she was alright.

"Oh yes." She smiled at me. "Sorry I spaced out on you for a sec. That was amazing."

I smiled back. "Good, I was starting to worry."

"Worry that it hadn't been good for me?" she sounded surprised.

"Yeah."

"It was more than good."

I dropped my head to trace my tongue across her collarbone and I watched her nipples harden. She shivered and I pulled a blanket over her. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were cold."

"I'm not." She gave me a bold stare and I grinned at her.

"Mmm, still turned on?"

"God yes."

"Hmm, I like that." I trailed my hand under the blanket to slide a finger back inside of her. She was even wetter than before and with a muttered oath, I realized I didn't have another condom. I told her and added, "I guess we'll have to be creative."

"Creative is good, too." I brushed over her clit and she twitched against me. "I'm still a little sensitive though."

"I can see that, is it too much?" I stopped but her hips moved to encourage me.

"Too much? No, just a little overwhelming."

I increased the pressure against her clit and she moaned. "Fuck Edward, my feet are going numb."

I paused, "What?" I grinned at her. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I had never had a girl tell me that before.

"It's good, I think. Just bizarre." She circled her hips, trying to get me to keep touching her. "Please, Edward," she moaned, "more."

"You are so beautiful like that, Bella," I said, watching her hips thrust toward my fingers. I loved seeing her take her pleasure.

"Then make me come," she begged, sounding desperate

I gently pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs. I licked her pussy firmly, ignoring the taste of the latex, too intent on wanting to make her come to focus on it. I pushed two fingers into her and licked her clit. She came hard, and she was bucking so hard that I had to hold her hips down as she shuddered against me. I crawled up beside her when she stilled and covered us with a blanket. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was harsh in the quiet room. I draped an arm over her and pressed my lips to her shoulder. I dozed for a while, content to sleep with her in my arms, but I stirred when I heard someone stumbling around outside the door.

"Do we really have to go out there eventually?" she asked, sounding as reluctant as I felt.

I opened my eyes and grinned. "Well I guess we could move into Rosalie's guest room and fuck each other silly until someone kicks us out." I propped myself up on one elbow to look down at her. "Although, we are lacking condoms. We'll have to send out for reinforcements."

She shivered. "Tempting. But that's not what I meant. I just feel weird walking out there and having everyone know exactly what happened between us." She sighed. "I'm not embarrassed or anything, I just don't really want to announce it to everyone."

I smoothed my hand over her hair. It was so soft and I'd wanted to touch it since the morning we went out for bagels. "If that makes you uncomfortable, I'm sure we can come up with something. I doubt too many people are up yet anyway. Why don't you go out in the living room and sleep for a little while longer? I'll stay here and when I come out in a few hours, no one will think twice about it."

I didn't want to let her go. She was warm and soft against me, and I wanted to fall back asleep with her naked body pressed to mine. And then, wake up and bury myself inside her again.

"Thanks." She reached up to kiss me. "That's . . . really thoughtful."

"You're welcome. I'm not just a good lay you know." I winked at her. "And you have no idea how much restraint it's taking me to let you leave. I really do want to keep you locked in here naked with me. I can think of a hell of a lot of things I want to do to you."

She shivered and I smiled, pleased that she was affected by my words. "You're a tease, you know that?" she muttered and stood up to put her pajamas back on.

For a moment, I wondered if I should talk to her about what we'd just done, or ask for her number. Maybe we could go out some time, just the two of us. The thought made me pause. Did I want to ask Bella on a date? Fuck, I had never wanted to ask a girl out. Not since high school anyway. I hadn't bothered with dating, it seemed so pointless and I didn't have the time to put into a relationship. Bella untangled her hair in the mirror and coaxed it back into the ponytail it had come loose from. I smiled as I watched her dress and pull herself together. Bella deserved a guy willing to make the effort for her, but I wasn't that guy. She was gorgeous, and if she was interested, I wouldn't have a second thought about sleeping with her again. But a date? No way. She moved for the door and I stood up, wrapping myself in the sheet before stopping her.

"Wait, Bella, I at least want a kiss goodbye before you love me and leave me." I grinned at her. "And I know you don't want me to kiss you like that out there in front of everyone when you leave."

I cupped her cheek in my hand and her eyes closed. I pressed my lips to hers and pulled her against me, her body softly molding to mine. I slipped my tongue between her lips and her hands moved to caress my chest and stomach. I groaned against her lips. "If you keep that up there's no way I'm letting you out of this room."

"I might be okay with that," she said quietly, but we both started at the sound of someone outside the door. She sighed and pulled back. "Damn it, I should go."

I frowned and leaned down to give her a hard kiss on the lips. "Fine." I stepped back and she straightened her clothes and gave me one last lingering look before she stepped into the hall, and closed the door behind her. I tugged on pajama pants and turned out the light, half hopeful that she'd turn around and come back in the room. But I drifted off eventually and slept until I heard people moving around outside in the hall.

In the morning, I woke in the guest bedroom, and reached for Bella beside me before I remembered she had gone back to the living room. I was surprisingly disappointed. It was an odd feeling. I felt strange and off-kilter. I could smell her perfume on the pillow next to me and the scent of her arousal was still on my hands. I replayed the night in my head, every moment of her response to my touch. She had been so beautifully responsive and unashamed of her desire.

I was grateful I had found a condom in my bag. I certainly hadn't expected to hook up with anyone that night. I had tried so hard to stay away from her, and yet we had gone from being friends to sleeping together in one night. I shook my head, feeling bewildered by my reaction to her. It had been fantastic, mind numbing, toe curling sex. But there was something else to it that made me wonder if I was in way over my head.

I left the bedroom and glanced into the living room to see if Bella was still asleep there. She wasn't and I followed the quiet sound of voices into the kitchen. She was perched on a stool at the countertop, quietly eating cereal. She glanced up at me and her eyes widened. I looked down and realized I was still shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue pajama pants.

She was still in the tiny pair of shorts and camisole that she had slept in. I looked back up at her and her cheeks flushed a little. She met my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She seemed slightly unsure of how to behave, but not skittish or ashamed. When she finished eating she put the bowl in the sink and disappeared. I ate my own cereal standing up, leaning against the counter, and talking quietly with Jasper. When Alice left the room he stepped closer to me.

"What was that all about?" he asked quietly.

"What was what about?"

He gave me an incredulous look. "Don't even try to pull that with me. I know you better than that. You and Bella." He raised an eyebrow at me.

I shrugged and set down my empty bowl. "Yeah, we . . . uh . . ."

"Yeah, I got that part. I wasn't quite as asleep as you thought I was." He snorted.

I winced. "Shit, sorry man."

He shrugged. "Alice and I haven't always been as discreet as we could be. I don't care about that. I mean . . . what is this between you?"

"I don't know. We really didn't discuss it."

"You just fooled around and didn't discuss anything?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh, did more than fool around."

"Jesus, Edward, that doesn't sound like you at all."

"I know. I'm not really sure why either."

"Well, be careful."

"Yeah, I know. I really don't want to fuck things up for our group of friends."

He nodded and then tilted his head to the side to look at me. "So . . ."

"It was good. Really fucking good." I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my face.

A few moments later, Bella came back in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying her bags. She set them down and made the rounds, hugging everyone goodbye. Her hug with Jasper was brief, but warm and I couldn't help the momentary flash of jealousy. Especially since I wasn't sure how she would react to me. We stared at each other for the briefest moment before she leaned toward me. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug slightly longer than was really necessary.

"You were amazing," I whispered in her ear. When she pulled back, the smile on her face reassured me that she was okay with what had happened between us the night before. I was hopeful, because although it made me nervous to admit- even to myself-one night with Bella wasn't going to be nearly enough.


-I can't wait to hear it, what did you think of Edward's version of events?