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I leaned against my truck in the parking lot, closing my eyes and lifting up my face to the sun that peeked through the clouds. The heat prickled against my cheeks and I smiled. Another week down, only a few more to go.

"Miss Swan!"

My eyes snapped open and I tilted my head down to see Alice standing in front of me.

"I trust everything is in order for tonight?" she asked, twirling around on the spot. Jasper stood by Rosalie's BMW in the distance, offering a small wave.

"Yes, I think so. I'm going to drop my car off at your house at 6:00 p.m. like you said, and Charlie thinks I'm just heading out of town for the weekend to see some friends." I paused for a moment, spotting Emmett and Rosalie walking across the lot. "He's got two overnights anyway," I finished.

Alice smiled softly and turned her head to nod at Jasper, who was now joined by Emmett and Rosalie by the BMW. She took a few steps back as she spoke. "I'm really sorry we weren't there last weekend. But there's going to be plenty of opportunities for us to hang out. I promise."

"Thanks, Alice." I waved as she spun around and glided across the parking lot.

Looking down at my watch, I noted I'd have plenty of time to shower and get myself to the Cullen house before 6:00 p.m. I'd packed my belongings the night before, I still wanted to double check everything.

Speeding down the main road to Charlie's house, I gnawed on my lip. I hated lying to Charlie. It felt stupid, immature and downright wrong. But I just couldn't see how I could tell him the truth. I was yet to conjure a single scenario where telling the truth wouldn't result in an absolute mess.

Remembering my conversation with Edward on the chaise, my stomach turned. Becoming like Edward would mean losing Charlie and despite wanting to always be with Edward, I didn't know if I was ready to say goodbye to Charlie yet. Running my hand through my hair, I pushed the thoughts aside. There was time. I could make time.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, a hint of annoyance in my voice. We'd been driving for at least the last two hours. I had been under strict orders to wear a blindfold for the first forty or so minutes. Now free of the black silk fabric I pressed my forehead against the glass, watching the trees flying by the window, a mixture of brown and green. I still had no idea where we were.

Edward had suggested a weekend away as an opportunity for us to spend time together outside of Forks. A place where we could just be. He'd explained his family had a cabin out in the mountains, a place they used to freshen up when going on long hunting trips. I was keen to get away from work, and the opportunity to have Edward to myself without fear of getting caught was one I couldn't pass up.

Thoughts of the future consistently drifted in the back of my mind, their presence intrusive. With graduation looming and summer vacation ahead, we needed a plan, or at least an idea of what would happen next. Even if Edward and I were to go public after the end of school, a relationship with a former student would still be frowned upon.

We arrived at the cabin close to 10:00 p.m. Edward unloaded our bags from the Volvo and quickly carried everything into the house, including a weekend's worth of food for me, the human. Watching Edward in his natural state was both amusing and fascinating. I sat on the couch as he unpacked our belongings, stocked the fridge, made a fire and put our clothing away. It all seemed to occur in a matter of minutes.

I dragged a bunch of pillows and a throw and made my way in front of the fire. Propping myself up on the pillows, I giggled as Edward assembled a sandwich. His culinary skills on point for someone who didn't eat. He sliced tomatoes with a precision I had not seen outside of the Food Channel, and layered each element of the sandwich carefully.

He met me on the floor, sandwich in tow.

"Eat," he ordered, placing the plate beside me and planting a kiss on his favorite vein on my neck.

"It's very hard to eat when I have you distracting me like that," I mumbled between bites of my sandwich. Truth be told, I was starving. I ate the sandwich quietly as Edward moved around the room, folding the afghan I'd knocked onto the floor, and propping unused pillows onto the couch.

"I'm going to jump in the shower. I won't be long." Edward kissed my forehead and I craned my neck watching him disappear into the bathroom. Finishing my sandwich, I turned and left the plate on the couch seat, dragging the perfectly folded afghan back towards me.

The fire blazed in front of me as I lay on the pillow mattress I'd created, snuggling into the afghan I'd wrapped around myself. The heat of the fire warmed my face, my cheeks pink from the flame.

"The water pressure is very good." Edward's melodic voice broke me out of my daze and I rolled onto my back, turning my head to see him striding across the living room, a towel loosely slung around his waist.

My eyes travelled up his body, his torso still flecked with water from the shower. I giggled when my gaze met the top of his head, his hair wet and slicked back. He stopped walking, noticing my amusement, a sly smile spread around his face. I titled my head to his usual messy mop which was now slicked back away from his face. His hands came up to press the strands back further, stray drops of water cascading down his arms and broad chest, the towel slinking even lower on his waist, his hip bones barely holding the fabric up.

I moistened my lips thinking about what was under the towel, my teeth pressing into the pink flesh. Edward clearing his throat, broke me from my thoughts. I snapped my head up to his face, my neck flushing. He'd caught me staring. "Hurry up and get changed," I muttered, throwing myself back onto the pillows.

Edward returned fully clothed, his hands reaching out to grasp my hips, pulling me up to lay against him. My back now pressed against his firm chest, my body fit like a puzzle piece between his strong thighs.

Edward hummed a nondescript melody into my ear, running his hands up and down my arms.

"Are you having a nice time?" he asked.

I turned my head and kissed him. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

Edward sighed against me. "I don't know, there's just so much I wish that we could do, that we can't… At least not right now. I just hope this is enough."

"Why do you always doubt yourself?"

Edward fidgeted. "Sometimes I don't feel like I'm good enough for you, that you're missing out by being with me…" he trailed off. "I also don't have any experience. A lot of my romantic actions are based on experiences I've seen in others' minds, or read about in books - they are moments I haven't experienced. Everything is the first time with you."

I was Edward's first everything. This knowledge both turned me on, but also made me nervous.

"Edward, I'm not missing out, I promise. In fact, it feels like I'm finally living. I'm living with you. Nothing else compares to this, to what we have. I don't want anyone else. I'll never want anyone else. It's you."

He kissed the top of my head, murmuring into my hair. "And I'll always want you. No one else."

I turned my body to face him. "So I've been thinking a lot about what life is like after graduation."

Edward reached out and stroked my face. "I've been thinking about it, too. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I don't have a plan...yet."

I kissed his chest, resting my face against the soft cotton of his sweater. "We just need to do some forward planning. Like, if I stay like this, I need to start planning for teaching in the new year. You need to decide if you're going to college." I stopped and peered up at him. "We need to figure out how we can tell Charlie. Can we even tell Charlie? I don't want to do this in secret forever..."

Edward kissed my forehead, murmuring into my hair. "I promise we'll work this out. I just want to give you the time to really think about your decision. But I also want you to really see how we live, what life could be like for you. And more importantly, I want to give you a perfect summer vacation. Will you let me do that ?"

After the events at the Cullen house, Edward and I had continued to explore each other's bodies. We knew we had to do this as some kind of process in the lead-up to sex. Edward wasn't going to be able to just 'do it.' We needed practice, and he needed to build up his tolerance and resilience towards me.

On our second and last night at the cabin, I leaned against the door frame, the heat from the nearby fireplace lingered over my bare legs. My eyes danced across the swell of my breasts, barely covered by the black mesh Victoria's Secret baby doll I'd ordered online a few weeks ago. I'd wanted to surprise Edward and impulse purchased it one night as I browsed the internet waiting for Edward to return from a hunting trip. Too embarrassed at the thought of Charlie opening my mail, I had it sent to the school, completely relieved when it appeared in the administration office in a nondescript brown box.

I had yet to make eye contact with Edward, looking anywhere but at him. "So, do you like what you see?" I asked, eyes still on the floor, counting the dents in the floorboards.

Edward let out a sound that was a mixture between a hiss and a groan. My head snapped upwards and I laughed on seeing that he had covered his face with a pillow. The pillow looked on the verge of bursting, pulled so tightly against his face.

"Don't worry, Edward. I have no intention of taking your virginity tonight." I sighed and lay next to him on the bed.

Edward lay still, unmoving. His chest did not rise or fall.

"Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin? Is that what it is?" I asked.

Edward groaned. "No, of course not. It's not that. Please don't think that."

"Then what is it?" My voice tinged with frustration.

Edward tossed the pillow across the room. "Bella, have you considered that maybe I'm scared? I could kill you. How we've managed to do everything we have done so far is…" he trailed off.

Fuck, I'm a jerk. My stomach sank hearing Edward's words. I really hadn't considered the fact that he would be scared, and I really had been avoiding the whole 'blood lust' thing. Sometimes it was too easy to forget he was a vampire.

"I'm sorry, Edward." I reached down to the floor and picked up a stray t-shirt, lifting it over my head.

"No, no, no, don't cover yourself. Please don't." Edward took the t-shirt from me, throwing it back onto the floor. He ran his hands down my arms and I shivered at his cool touch. He surprised me then, his hand moving underneath the hem of my babydoll. I looked down, watching as his hand caressed my skin under the see-through fabric. His hand traced shapes lower, long fingers snaking into the front of my lingerie.

"Can you wait a few weeks? Let's say, graduation?" Edward's thumb moved slowly in search of my throbbing core. It thudded against his skin as he pressed down on the sensitive nub.

"Y-yeah. Yes." My arousal grew, the flesh between the juncture of my thighs wet.

"I know it sounds old-fashioned or very high school to set a date. I just need a few weeks to prepare. I'll need to make sure I'm fully satiated. Plus there are some logistical things, we'll need to make sure my siblings are nearby in case something goes wrong. We need a cover story for where you are going to stay the night." Edward peppered little kisses across my forehead.

I groaned. I had stopped listening at this point. "Has what we've been doing helped?" I rocked against Edward's hand, panting into his ear.

Edward's finger pushed inside me and I whimpered, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "Of course, sweetheart. Every little bit helps." He curled his finger and leaned his face down to my chest, his tongue circling my nipple through the fabric.

I reached my hand down between us, pressing firmly against his hardness. Not enough, I felt around for the top of his pants, desperate to feel him under my hands. I snaked my hand inside and Edward grunted, bucking his hips. This was new… mutual masturbation. Up until now, aside from when we'd grind against each other with our clothes on, Edward and I had always taken turns as such. I'd fantasized about this. About coming undone with Edward at the same time.

Edward's hand stilled, his voice filled with a tinge of panic. "I don't know if I can do this at the same time."

"You can, Edward. I trust you."

Edward's tone turned serious. "I know this is stupid, but can we move to the floor? By the fireplace? I feel uneasy about being on the bed."

I nodded.

We kissed feverishly, our hands still on one another as we made our way down from the bed to the fireplace. Edward's free hand pulled the quilt down onto the floor. We stopped for a moment, Edward's mouth only missing from mine for mere seconds, and then the quilt was underneath us.

"You spook me sometimes when you do things so fast," I teased between kisses, pressing my hand harder against him. I moved my other hand from his hair to the edge of the waistband of his pants and pushed them lower, encouraging him to remove them. Too quickly for me to register, Edward had ripped them off, the fabric tearing with a jarring 'rip.' I pulled back and laughed at the tattered fabric that he'd thrown onto the floor.

Edward's eyes were closed as he continued to rock into my palm. His hand inside my lingerie that was previously occupied had almost come to a standstill. Too consumed by his own arousal, I couldn't help but feel even more turned on by the image before me: Edward gnawing on his bottom lip, his brow scrunched, soft little purrs escaping his mouth. Too quickly, his mouth was on my throat, and there was a slight pinch against the skin. My emotions flickered between fear and arousal, but in this moment I knew I couldn't give in to anything. I couldn't allow myself to feel. I had to think. I moved his free hand quickly to my chest, placing it inside the babydoll and pressing it over my left breast and heart. "Come back to me, Edward."

Edward stilled and was then face to face with me. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't going to. I promise." His eyes were frantic.

I pushed my sweaty forehead into his. "It's okay. You're doing so well." Edward could do this. I knew he could. We would always have slips like this while I was still human. We had to learn to move past them. My hand inside his boxers had stilled at this point, his erection softening against my palm. Both of Edward's hands now lay by his side. "Do you want to keep going?"

Edward nodded. His expression was unguarded. I reached out and stroked his face, my fingertips trickling down his cheeks. "I love you Edward. I know you weren't going to hurt me." He nodded again, my gaze travelling down to his balled-up fists.

We sat silently for several moments, Edward's eyes closed. He wasn't breathing. I looked around the room as if something would stick out for me or be of help. That's when I noticed the full length mirror tucked into the corner of the room. I could just see our reflection from where we sat. If we moved a little further down the quilt, I would still have the warmth of the fireplace and also have us both in full view of the mirror. I had an idea.

"Edward, would it help if you watched yourself?"

His eyes snapped open. He looked at me curiously. "What do you mean?"

"I'm wondering if we move a little further down the quilt." I pointed. "We'd be closer to the mirror and you could watch us. You could watch out for you."

Edward unfurled his hands and ran them through his hair. "So you mean while we are doing this, I'm looking at our reflection?"

"Yes, you're watching."

"I don't understand how this will work?" He asked, looking at me quizzically.

"It'll give you something to focus on, to concentrate on. Maybe it'll stop you from becoming overwhelmed and lost in how it feels."

Edward nodded, craning his neck to look over at the mirror. Taking my hand, we both stood up, moving the quilt a little further across the room. Our new position allowed plenty of warmth from the flames to keep me comfortable.

I sat on my knees, my hands running across the light hair that scattered Edward's chest. "I want you to do what you were doing before, and I'll do what I was doing, but I want you to only look at the mirror."

Edward moistened his lips and nodded.

Making the first move, I leaned forward and kissed along Edward's neck. My hand tugged his hair, nails scraping gently along his scalp. I peeked past his head and saw he was doing as I'd asked, his hand making its way back inside the material of my panties and his eyes fixed on himself in the mirror.

"Fingers back inside me, please, Edward," I mewled, placing a hot wet kiss on his neck, continuing to stroke him through his boxers.

"Uh huh," a whiny sound escaping his lips. His fingers moved from rubbing against my clit to slip back inside me. I rocked slowly against him, my mouth open and pressed against his shoulder. God, he was a quick learner.

Feeling like he was under control, I pulled him out of his boxers. He let out a hiss as the waistband snapped back. Edward's eyes darted down to my hand wrapped around his length, his mouth agape as his eyes watched my slow strokes. Remembering what he showed me at his house, I paid particular attention to the twist of my wrist at the base. His eyes fluttered open and closed, his thumb moving to circle my clit as he slipped another finger inside me.

"Is that okay? Am I hurting you?" Edward's voice tinged with worry.

"More. I can take more," I begged.

Edward slipped another finger inside and I bucked against him. My grip tightened. We both grunted. I needed him deeper. "Edward, if we're not going to have sex tonight, I need you to fuck me with your fingers. I'm dying here." I was beyond caring what came out of my mouth at this point, my need was too great.

"I'm worried I'll hurt you."

"You won't. Just do what you're doing but harder," I groaned into his touch as he began immediately applying more pressure. Remembering that I also had his needs to care for, I picked up the pace of my strokes.

"Your hand feels so good," Edward grunted against my ear.

I moved my head again so I could catch a glimpse of him. His eyes fixated on himself in the mirror, mouth slightly ajar, his brows scrunched together in concentration. "Harder," I groaned, curious to see his response. Edward's expression darkened as he slammed his fingers into me. A hiss escaped my lips as I threw my head back; if he kept doing that I was sure to come hard and fast. My orgasm continued to build up, like waves ready to crash against the shore.

"Keep doing that. You're gonna make me come. Do it again. Harder"

I found myself pushing into Edward's fingers with every thrust. I was so close. Little whimpers fell from my mouth as I rode his fingers.

Edward began pulsing in my hand. He was coming, the head of his cock seeping with liquid. A whiny sound rang through the air, replaced by his frantic voice chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Don't stop, I'm almost there," I whined. My body bounced, once, twice and then I was coming. He was coming. We were crashing down together.

Edward and I lay in a mess of tangled limbs on the quilt. I stretched my hands above my head, mindful to not touch anything as they were beyond sticky.

"I'll get you something to wash that off." Edward stood up and disappeared quickly into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. He gently took my hands and wiped them clean. "Does it feel different, the venom?" His eyebrows were quirked as he made sure the skin of my hands were clean.

"I hate to break it to you, but it looks like come and feels like come. Nothing special." I laughed, unsure of what Edward's reaction would be. A little snort escaped him and soon he was laughing too.

"Maybe someday you'll let me taste it?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My mouth fell open, still lingering on the it. Jesus, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud!

Edward's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Uh, only if you want me to. I guess?" I continued.

Edward moved both his hands into this hair. "I won't lie. I have thought about that…"

"Well, well, well. Who would have thought Edward Cullen would be turning into such a...horn dog!" I pushed into his chest playfully. A joyous grin spread across Edward's face as he held me in his arms and we fell backwards onto the quilt-covered floor.

"What can I say? You're having quite the effect on me, Bella Swan." Edward pressed a gentle kiss onto the side of my forehead. "I think that's quite enough for one night, don't you think? Let's get into bed."

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