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Please note this is where we start earning the M rating. If it's not your thing, thank you for reading, but it's time for you to flounce!

I couldn't shake my nerves on the drive to work Monday morning. How would I behave around Edward after everything that had happened over the weekend? I had to be careful; no one could know. We had to keep this locked down for as long as possible. Even after graduation, I wasn't sure if people could know. To the Forks community, Edward Cullen was a seventeen-year-old boy, not a 108-year-old vampire.

I drove into the parking lot, quickly finding a spot. Just as I put the car into park, my heart rate picked up, my body experiencing a surge of heat. Why was I freaking out? I had to calm down. I could not have a freak out in my work parking lot. I gripped the steering wheel of the car and pressed my fingers into the worn leather, watching the blood pool in my knuckles and then dissipate as I tried to calm my breathing.

"Yo, Miss Swan!" Mike Newton's voice broke me out of my spell. His beaming face peered through the driver's side window. "You okay in there?" he asked, his expression turning serious.

Thankful for his interruption, I gave him my best convincing smile, grabbing my belongings from the passenger seat and making my way out of the truck. "Hey, Mike. How was your weekend?"

"Good, good. Look, I just wanted to say thank you for suggesting I dance with Jessica at prom. I think we've actually sorted things out. Like, for good this time." Relief was plastered across Mike's face.

"Oh, that's great, Mike! I'm glad I could be of help." I gave him a nod and watched as he ran past me. Jessica stood in the distance, waving him towards her.

My cell buzzed in my pocket.

Does he ever leave you alone? He's like a puppy.

My eyes immediately found Edward leaning against his Volvo.

Just thanking me for suggesting he dance with Jessica at prom. They're back on FYI

Edward smirked at my response.

Self-conscious of my staring and wondering if anyone could see us in our little exchange, I jammed my phone into my pocket and made my way inside. I would see Edward in the afternoon for class and hopefully tonight for more personal interactions.

Did I need to message him to organize tonight, or would he just come around? Would we meet in the woods? Would he come into my room again? Too consumed in my own thoughts, I walked straight into Angela, our bodies smacking together.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Ange. I'm in another world." I rubbed my forehead where it had knocked into hers.

Angela laughed. "Geez, Bella. We haven't even hit first period and you're out of it. You okay?"

Embarrassed, I pushed my hair out of my face, straightening myself up. "I'm fine, just in a bit of a daze is all. Monday morning, you know?"

Angela gave me a smile. "I'll meet you for lunch in the teachers lounge, OK?" I nodded and made my way into my classroom to begin setting up for the day. My cell buzzed again in my pocket.

I'm coming over tonight.

I looked up at the clock at the back of my classroom. Only ten hours to go.

Edward appeared in my bedroom after 9:30. One minute I was alone, reading on my bed, and the next he stood in the corner of my room, entering the window with ease.

"Hi," I said shyly, running my hands along the ratty fabric of my sweats. Ugh, why did I opt for warmth tonight instead of cute? My thumb toyed with a hole at the hem of my sweater as I looked down at the faded fabric of my pants, hanging loosely against my hips.

"Hi, yourself."

I blinked, and he was now stretched out beside me on the bed. As he turned to face me, his sweater rose up, exposing the skin of his lower abdomen. My breath hitched as my eyes locked on the soft hairs that peeked above the band of his jeans that hung dangerously low. "I've been thinking. I want to try something." He ran his hand down my arm.

"And what is that?" My skin prickled with anticipation as heat surged through me, making my toes curl. What did he want to try?

Edward's mouth explored the crevice of my neck, his cool lips creating a pattern of kisses against my hot flesh. He slid the tip of his tongue along my skin, murmuring against me. "I believe they call it French kissing?"

My skin flushed, every nerve ending in my body alight and singing. "Are y-you sure?"

"Yes, I think we can try. I just need to be careful that I don't cut you. My teeth are sharp. You'll need to let me lead," he said, his voice muffled as he kissed a line along the expanse of my neck.

My head lolled to the side, so high off his touch, I couldn't even nod. I squirmed underneath him. I ached to kiss him without any restraint. It had been agony kissing him so chastely. The images of his mouth meeting mine without any inhibition and his lips on my body had played through my mind like a movie reel on repeat. I wanted to feel all of him; I wanted him to kiss me with his whole being.

"You need to stay very still." Edward eased back and locked eyes with me. His hands stretched out to rest on my shoulders, holding me in place.

I closed my eyes and listened to my thudding heartbeat.

Edward's mouth met mine, his lips soft. Very slowly he applied more pressure, one hand moving to cup the back of my head and the other resting over my heart. He tilted my head back in encouragement to open my mouth. I did so slowly, my lips shaking. Heat rose from my stomach up to my chest. His cool hand burned against my hot skin. We were kissing, really kissing. His mouth claimed my own.

The moment was sheer bliss, but as always, I needed more. More pressure, more heat. Too consumed by the need to feel his skin against mine, my hands tugged at his hair before I pulled him down on top of me. My nipples hard and throbbing through the lace cups of my bra, I rubbed my breasts against his chest, searching for some kind of relief. Edward groaned, but he didn't pull away. His tongue slid along mine, and his hand behind my head tightened, keeping me close. I kissed him with everything I had, hooking my leg around his back, forcing him closer to me. His body now pressed firmly between my thighs and I groaned at the delicious friction created by his zipper.

I felt like I would combust. His sleek form pressed me further into the mattress and my mind went to that hazy place I'd only ever visited when I'd been high in college. Fuzziness enveloped me as I writhed against him, my tongue sliding across his.

"Stop." Edward flew backwards, his palms catching himself before he could collide with the wall.

"I'm so sorry! I got a little carried away." I sat up, searching for his eyes, before covering my face with my hands. My pulse thudded in my wrists, I counted the thumping sound and when it slowed, I dropped my hands beside me.

Edward moved against the wall to the open window. "No, I'm actually stronger than I thought." He turned his face, and sucked in two large breaths of air.

My blood still simmered under my skin, my face sticky from perspiration. "Please don't go." I crawled towards the end of the bed, my voice shaky.

"I'm not going anywhere, love. Just having a moment." He walked towards me, making himself comfortable on top of the covers. "Come on, you should get some sleep. Get under your covers."

I obliged and scooted back to the head of my bed, kicking the duvet and blankets back and making my way inside.

His cool hand stroked my hair as he kissed my temple gently. "Go to sleep. I'll stay with you."

I nuzzled into his side. "Goodnight, Edward."

"Goodnight, love," he whispered into my hair.

The week passed quickly. Edward and I developed a routine of sorts. Some afternoons we would head to the meadow after school, and on the evenings he didn't hunt, he would come to my bedroom. We kept our distance at school. True to his word, no one suspected: Angela too consumed by her romance with Ben plus the trials and tribulations of the end of the school year to question my love life, and Charlie, true to his usual self, never asked any questions. It also helped that as the weather warmed up, Charlie spent most of the weekends he didn't work fishing with Billy Black, leaving me with the house to myself. This weekend was to be one of them.

I arrived home on Friday afternoon with a spring in my step. Edward had lingered after class to tell me that he'd come over tonight, murmuring something about wanting to 'practice.' I busied myself around the kitchen waiting for Charlie to arrive home when I heard two all-too familiar voices outside: Jacob and Billy Black.

I sprinted to the door, confused as to why they were in the front yard. Charlie hadn't mentioned anything about the Blacks coming over. Before they could even knock, I swung the door open. "Hey. What are you doing here?"

"Geez, Bella, you sound so thrilled to see us." Jacob laughed and wheeled Billy inside, gesturing for me to move out of the way. He carried a large backpack on his shoulders.

"Sorry, I just didn't know you were coming over," I replied pointedly. I also have a hot date with my vampire boyfriend tonight, and I really cannot deal with being cockblocked by you.

"I'm just dropping Dad off. They're going fishing tomorrow somewhere different for a change. No point leaving from the rez, so he's sleeping on your couch."

"Oh. Right." Yep, definitely cockblocked.

"Anyway, I gotta go. Need to get back to the rez. Sorry I can't stay."

I nodded.

"Maybe we can catch up sometime? It's been a while since we last hung out…" his voice trailed off.

"Sure. Yeah, it has." Yeah, and since we last hung out and you told me you're a wolf, I realized the student I've had an inappropriate crush on is actually a vampire, and now we're basically dating.

I walked Jacob out and waved goodbye. Upon re-entering the house, I checked in on Billy, who was now comfortable in front of the television, and made my way back into the kitchen in search of my cell.

We have a problem. Billy Black is staying at my house tonight. My fingers pressed hurriedly along the keys.

You've got to be kidding me? Makes sense though. Alice didn't see this.

I wish I was joking. I sighed as I hit send.

I can't come over in that case. He will be able to smell me in the house. I'm sorry.

I groaned internally as I typed out my reply. Me too.

Call me later?

I held out until 10:03 p.m. I had prepared myself for bed and felt comfortable enough with the lack of noise coming from downstairs. Charlie and Billy would be sleeping, if not heading there soon. They planned to leave early tomorrow morning, long before sunrise.

I lay in my bed, fussing with the covers, picking at any frayed stitching I could find. I had really been looking forward to seeing Edward tonight. I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to keep practicing. Our 'French kissing,' as Edward liked to refer to it, had changed things between us physically. We were more urgent, more needy.

I sighed and lay back against my pillows, rubbing my cheek against the cotton, the smell of fabric softener comforting. Billy Black sleeping downstairs had really ruined my night. I patted the quilt, my hands searching for my cell; it sat patiently on top of the quilt. Finding Edward's number, I clicked 'call' and tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear.

"Hi," I sighed into the phone, my hands resting on my stomach.

"I miss you." Edward's voice soothed.

"I miss you too," I replied softly, my hand going up to hold my cell against my ear. I just wanted to feel him closer. My other hand remained on my stomach, lazily stroking the soft skin around my belly button. "I'm so annoyed you can't be here tonight! I was thinking earlier how it's almost like we've been cockblocked." I smirked, wondering how Edward would react to my language.

He laughed through the phone. "You've got a filthy mouth, Miss Swan."

"Oh, come on, Edward. You've been around a lot longer than I have. I'm sure, while you may not have participated, you've been exposed to words and things filthier than that!"

"Excuse you. I am a gentleman."

I scoffed.

He spoke wistfully. "If we had met in a different time, we wouldn't have even kissed yet. We'd still be going on chaperoned dates, taking iced tea on my parents' porch. Maybe, just maybe, I would have given you a kiss on the cheek."

I groaned, kicking my feet in the air. "That sounds very lovely, Edward, but surely you think what we've been up to now is a little more fun?"

An amused sound escaped him.

"French kissing was fun. Wasn't it?" My hand trailed the waistband of my underwear.

Edward sighed. "Yes, it was fun, Bella. But unfortunately, you have a wolf sleeping downstairs, so there will be no kissing for either of us tonight."

"You know, there are other things we can do through the phone."

He was silent for a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice curious.

I took a breath with every intention that my words would come out coolly, but instead I squeaked. "We could… have phone sex?"

He was silent for a few moments and nervousness surged through me, my skin prickling.

"Edwa-"

He interrupted me, the words rushing through the phone. "Bella, I don't really - I haven't very often. Oh god. This is embarrassing."

My eyes bugged out of my head. Surely not. He'd been alive for over a hundred years! "Do you not touch yourself?!"

"Well, no. Not really. I've just never felt the need. Not before you at least, and even then, well..." He paused and inhaled a deep breath. "You need to understand that when I was human, growing up, that was a sin, it was unclean ... even just thinking about it would send me to Hell! Then once I had been changed, I was so consumed with bloodlust, that it was the last thing on my mind. Plus, I've never really been attracted to anyone before you."

I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to process this revelation. "So never, not at all?"

Edward sighed. "Bella, of course there have been a few times, but otherwise... no."

My mind flashed to the other night in the truck and his embarrassed face when I acknowledged his obvious erection. "So, the other night when you were hard, you didn't go home and do something about it?"

"No."

I bounced back against my pillows. "Oh my god, Edward, why not?!"

"I don't know! I guess there's still a bit of shame there. Guilt that I shouldn't do that, that it was wrong to do that over someone I love." His voice tinged with embarrassment.

I melted a little. I too easily forgot that Edward was from a very different time. I opened my mouth to speak, but his voice cut me off.

"Bella, do you ever… touch yourself?"

I blushed at the way he stumbled over the words, but knew I had to be confident with what I said next. "When I feel the need." I waited for a beat. "To be honest, I've been doing it a lot recently."

The phone line remained silent for some time. He exhaled heavily. "That's quite the mental image."

I knew there wasn't a better time than now to take advantage of this situation and maybe help draw him out. I really had no idea how to get us down the road to phone sex, or if I could even turn him on with my words, but no harm in trying, right?

"Edward, do you know what I'm doing right now? My fingers are tracing little circles around my belly button. I had a shower earlier. My skin feels so soft." His breathing picked up. "What are you doing? Where's your free hand?" I asked, my tone heavy.

"On my stomach, too," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. This might be trickier than anticipated. "Do you want to move it?"

"Y-yes."

I sighed as my cool fingers made their way inside my underwear and stroked the warm flesh. "Where do you want to move it?"

He groaned. "You know where I want to move it."

I knew I had to be more explicit. "My hand is inside my underwear, Edward. I've moved it to where I want it. Why don't you do the same?"

"I want to be there with you. I need to be there." His breath thundered like a drum through the phone.

"I know, but you can't." I ran my fingers up and down my slit, wetness and warmth coating my fingers. "What you can do, Edward, is slide your hand down your stomach, slip it beneath the waistband of your jeans… and tell me what you feel. I want you to make yourself feel good for me."

I could hear him shuffling around. The distinct sound of his zipper being pulled down rang through the speaker.

Did he wear boxers or briefs? Was he touching himself already? Could his siblings hear him in the house? "Edward, where are your hands?" The words tumbled out of my mouth in a single breath.

"Uh, one is holding my cell and the other is on my thigh." His voice was tight. "Bella?" His voice called out to me.

"Sorry, I'm here." I traced lazy circles around my clit, sighing as it swelled under my touch. My cheeks warmed and my body buzzed, blood pulsing everywhere. I felt a surge of playfulness, and my lips turned into a smile. I dropped my cell beside my pillow and trickled my free hand across the heated skin of my face. I could do this. I was doing this.

"Bella, tell me what you're doing."

Picking up my phone and placing it against my ear, I listened to the sounds coming from my mouth. My breathing was ragged. "My right hand is inside my panties, and I'm making really slow circles." How else did I describe this? He probably didn't need anything too theatrical; telling him the basics would probably be enough.

Edward's breathing hitched. "I'm hard. If possible, harder than the other night." His words were thick.

I closed my eyes and recalled the obvious straining in his jeans that night in the car. He did want me. He did want this.

Fabric rustled. "I'm touching myself, but only over my boxers. I don't want to… orgasm too quickly," he admitted, the last part rushing out. He paused for a moment before continuing. "Bella, may I ask you a question?"

"Uh huh." He sounded more comfortable, so I agreed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Oh. He's getting into this. I waited for a beat, and took a breath. "I'm thinking about your lips, and how they feel on my neck. About how even though your lips are so cool, your breath is always so hot against my skin."

"If I were there, where would you want them?"

A hum escaped my lips as his question bounced around my head. Truth be told, I wanted his mouth everywhere. I dragged my hand from my underwear and up my stomach, sliding it under my tank top. Slowly I grazed my nipples with my finger tips, rolling the pink flesh between my thumb and forefinger. I imagined Edward next to me on the bed, his tongue tracing the outline of my hardened nipples. "I'd want them kissing my breasts," I breathed out.

"Fuuuuuck," Edward groaned. "May I tell you what I'm thinking about?"

"Please," I begged. "I don't know how much longer I'll last." My limbs jittered, and I squirmed around my bed, desperate to put out the flames that engulfed me. My hand made its way back down to my underwear, aching to be touched again and I stroked myself teasingly through the wet cotton.

"I'm thinking about your hand wrapped around m-me. How your hands are always so warm, hot even. And how you'd be j-jerking me with your hand, and your mouth would be hot and wet against mine."

My fingers were becoming frantic. I was so wet, the fabric soaked through as I pushed it aside. I used my wetness to slide a finger inside, rocking against my hand to create more pressure, more heat. My whole body felt sticky from perspiration.

Edward continued. "I know it would be too much... but I'd try to kiss you and use my tongue, and you'd make that little noise that you make."

My face scrunched as I bucked into my hand. My body yearned for his nearness, to have his skin flush against mine. I whimpered.

"Oh god, that's it! That sound."

Edward let out a low, rough grunt. "Bella, I think... I think I'm going to -"

"Me too, Edward. Fuck." Black spots appeared in my vision as I came undone. My stomach tightened and my body went rigid as the pressure inside me finally broke. My ears popped loudly. I touched my forehead, checking it hadn't split in half. My whole body buzzed as the duvet swallowed my limbs.

"I think I understand now." Edward laughed, his voice also filled with satisfaction.

He didn't sound ashamed. Relief flooded through me. "I wish you were here," I sighed into the phone, curling onto my side.

"Tomorrow, my love. I'm all yours tomorrow," he replied, his gentle voice lulling me into sleep.

"Mmh, it's not enough," I mumbled, my eyes fluttering open and closed. Sleep would come soon.

"Forever, Bella. I'm yours forever."

I savored his words as I drifted off to sleep.

A massive thank you to Cris, JennaReads, Teaandsolitude and TheBaseBallGirl for helping me get my ideas onto the page!