Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Thanks to Jax713 for pre-reading and to mcc101180 for beta-ing.

Little clarification: It was not a four year-old condom, guys! Let's just say Alice got him well prepared for his date. ;) Yeah, she's that kind of weird. And, from then on they always do safe sex, but there'd be no mention of condoms, K?

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It's Tuesday morning and it's extremely early. I have so much to do in lab, I don't think the day will be long enough. I'm spent. The past couple of days have been draining, to say the least, but how couldn't they? They have been the best couple of days in my whole life.

Bella and I spent the weekend together, mainly in her bed or on her couch. I can't remember when was the last time I didn't work on a weekend. Well, to be honest, I did do some research: I studied and explored every single inch of Bella's body, and I don't see how I could ever get enough of her.

Bella told me more about her family, her childhood, her accident. I avoided telling her about mine, distracting her with more questions about herself. She confessed that I might have had something to do with her choosing Aro's lab. She said that she was deciding between two labs, and when she checked the lab's web page, she saw my picture. She remembered me, from when I was her oblivious T.A., so she went for it. I teased her about being my little stalker.

I found out that Bella can talk for ages, and more surprisingly, that I can listen, willingly and happily. She can also cook —amazingly good— and I'm starting to believe there's nothing Bella can't do. She is absolutely amazing.

I keep adding little quirky things to my Bella list. Like how none of her underwear is a solid color —everything is striped or has little patterns. She has a bra that has little pineapples prints on it, pineapples! She also likes to watch the same movies, over and over, to the point where she memorizes the dialog. She made me watch a movie about the RMS Titanic. When I asked if it was a documentary, she laughed in my face. I am glad I watched the movie though, at least I won't be asking her to go out sailing anytime soon.

I can't deny it was difficult to go back to work on Monday, and have her there, in front of me, the whole freaking day, without being able to get my hands on her… It was hard, painfully hard —pun fucking intended. There was no way around it though, Bella wanted to start her experiments, and since I neglected to come to lab Saturday or Sunday, I had a shit-ton to do as well. So we worked, the whole day, and managed to keep our hands off each other. And since Monday nights are "Swan Family Skype" nights, I went back home by myself, where I twisted and turned on my bed all night, missing Bella like Rose missed the fact that there was enough room for two on that board.

I'm dragging my feet through the hallways not fully awake yet, when I find Bella sitting down next to the door of the lab. She has her earphones on, and she's bobbing her head while humming a song. As soon as she sees me, she takes the earphones off and gets up, smiling broadly at me.

I will never get tired of seeing her smile…

"God, Bella. What are you doing here so early?" No matter how beautiful her smile is, I'm still a grump in the morning, and she's too beautiful and too happy for this ungodly hour of the day.

"I couldn't sleep! I can't wait to look at the petri plates and see if the experiment worked!"

Of course…

"Mmmmhhmmmm…" I hum as I get the keys out.

"I mean, it's nerve-racking! A whole day of work, preparing for it… and then you have to wait sixteen hours— sixteen hours!— to see if it worked?"

The key to the lab gets stuck in the lock, and I try jiggling it up and down.

"C'mon, c'mon…" she chants, jumping around.

"Bella…" I groan, turning to face her. "I haven't had coffee yet. Would you calm the fuck down?"

As soon as the door is open, she storms in, tripping over me and almost falling on her face. Then she disappears in front of me on her way to the incubator.

I continue to drag my feet to my desk as I hear her chanting. "YES! YES! YES! YES!"

I snort… I guess her experiment worked.

I find her on the bench, setting the petri dishes down.

"They worked!" she squeals, running into me. I barely catch her as she jumps on me, wrapping her legs around me.

How does she have this much energy? It's not even eight yet!

"Jesus Christ, woman! What are you on this morning?"

Her arms are around my neck, and she never stops smiling at me. My own lips are threatening to turn up.

"Hi, Grumpy." She runs a hand through my hair behind my ear.

"Hi…"

"Good morning."

"Morning, Bella."

Her lips find mine and I'm done.

I moan into her mouth as she fists my hair, and I'm ready to take her, right here, right now, on the bench, on the floor, I don't care.

Except I do care… we're in the lab.

Shit…

"Bella…" I whisper, kissing her neck.

"Hmmm?"

"Someone might come in." I nibble her earlobe, making her squirm.

"It's early," she whispers, her voice husky as she pulls at my hair.

God...

I set her on the bench clumsily, knocking some of her plates over.

"Shit... sorry." My hands try to pick up some of the plates, but she's pulling at my jeans, pressing herself on me, and I end up making a bigger mess.

"Did you touch my samples?" she asks, feigning anger. I know what she's doing. She's throwing my words back at me, from that day I snapped at her.

I turn to look at her with a smile, but the hooded expression on her face, plus the way she's biting her lip, pull at the last string of my resolve.

My lips find hers desperately, my hands run under her shirt, and I press her back onto the bench, knocking more plates over.

Fuck, I'm going to ruin her experiment.

My arms wrap around her, and I lift her from the bench. She locks her legs around my waist and moves her hips against me. I intend to move her to the other bench behind me, which is almost always unused. However, Bella grinding herself on me compromises my dexterity, and I end up knocking over a chair and slamming my back painfully against the corner of the bench while I manage not to drop Bella or fall on my ass, or both. I groan in pain into her neck as I secure my hands under her ass.

"Are you okay?"

The pain on my back clears my head before I set Bella on the empty bench, and I realize what we're about to do, in the middle of the lab, on a Tuesday morning when anyone could walk in any minute.

As if to prove my point, I hear rattling keys from the hallway.

Shit…

I let go of Bella's legs, and she stumbles in front of me. I steady her and I'm able to take a step back right before Jane walks in the lab.

Bella smoothes out her shirt and starts picking up her plates as I run one hand through my hair and rub the sore spot in my back with the other.

The pain on my back is nothing compared to the throbbing situation going on in my pants, but there's nothing I can do about that now.

Jane looks at us with raised eyebrows before she walks to her desk. I sigh in frustration and eye Bella— she's still picking up her plates, her face crimson red.

Could we be any more obvious?

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A/N: Jane does have an aim to cockblock these two, doesn't she?

I have a CPR/First Aid training today the whole day... so this is probably it. There's still some editing and betaing that needs to be done to the last 6 chapters, so I think it'd be easier if I post them one a day. Can you love me anyway?

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