Edward and I decided we would "do it" in his room. Charlie would never agree to let him stay over, but he'd let me sleep over the Cullen's house with Esme and Carlisle there and knowing I'd be sleeping Alice's room. And I'd feel bad about lying if I wasn't excited. Well, somewhat. Now that the day had arrived, I was a bundle of nerves while packing my bag. I damn near jumped out of my skin when Charlie knocked on the door.

"Hey, did you confirm the Cullens we're still okay with it?"

"Yes, it's fine. They'll be there," I added.

"Good good. I decided to go fishing with Waylon. I'll be back tomorrow at the latest, then we'll celebrate your birthday,"

"Okay, sounds good. Have fun," My cheeks were full on burning now.

"You too," He said. I nodded and waved. I sure will and I hope Edward does too. I stuffed the last item into my bag and zipped up my thoughts with it.

Driving up to the Cullen's house, the area felt quieter than usual. Maybe because the boys weren't home, messing around. A little too quiet. I slammed the door of my truck shut and stepped lightly up the stairs. When I turned, after locking up, he was there.

"Hi," I said, with a nervous smile.

"Hi." He looked dead inside. He took my bag like the gentleman he was and led the way up the stairs.

Everything looked the same so nothing could have prepared me for what waited. In the middle of his bedroom was a large bed with vines and magnolias winding around the canopy. His leather couch was moved aside for it. I could hear our song playing lowly.

"Alice did this since there wasn't a bed," He explained, almost stuttering.

"I was prepared for the couch," I joked. Was that funny? I sat my bag down on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. Now that I was closer, I noticed the white petals on the gold sheets. Slightly alarming. If they were red, would they scared us both?

"So, um..." I started, turning around. The air was wired.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked.

"I'm sure," I nearly whispered. Then it dawned on me.

"I never asked if you wanted this," I said. His brows furrowed in disbelief.

"You needn't ask. How many times have I tried not to-" He stopped himself. I stepped closer and massaged his brows apart.

"It's okay, I'm okay with it." 100 years old but still a teenage boy. Adorable.

"Carlisle said- but, should we use protection?"

"No, it's fine," I said quickly. I didn't want us to dwell on something that was a sore spot for him. And I wanted to feel all of him, completely. Nothing between us. His hands found my waist, I trace his arms with mine and brought his face down to mine.

Whenever we kissed we always kept it from getting too heated, mostly him. But we had agreed not to hold back now and he didn't. Feeling his cool hand under my shirt sent shivers up my spine. His hands grazed lower and lifted me. Straddling his waist, my fingers tangled in his amber hair-suddenly we were on the bed. On our knees we kept kissing while taking our shoes off. I peeled his button down shirt off and he helped me out of mine, black lace bra revealed.

Our eyes met again, his were wide and wild, his lips slightly agape. He was looking at me, but not right at me. We pushed to the top of the bed, kissing more fervently. I reach down and undid my jeans. He grabbed my wrists and kept them aside so he could trail kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and very slowly peeled off the denim. I wasn't even naked yet but I felt like it. They came off along with my socks. Looking at me, he undressed himself until he was in his boxers. It was like I died and went to heaven.

I never knew how badly I needed to feel him touch me like I was a woman, explore me, feel his mouth on my chest. I made sounds I never heard before. And to feel him, see his naked self- it gave me life. I died and was reborn.

I pushed his underwear down and he kicked them off. Hovering over me, his fingertips touching the space below my belly button, he asked: "Can I?" My head nodded in an awkward, jerky movement. My breath was catching in my throat, coming out in gasps at times. Will it hurt? I want it. I want him. What's he going to do? My mind raced.

I breathed heavily as he massaged me. As it was starting to feel good, I lightly stroked him. He dropped his head into the bed next to my neck. I stroke him some more- "Bella, bella, bella, bella," He mumbled. I played with him some more as I imagined would feel good.

He trapped my lips and moved so he was between my legs. He was so quick I only felt his hand holding my leg away.

"I'll be as careful as possible," He said seriously. It almost sounded like 'I love you'.

It was good that the bed frame was made of iron or sturdy metal. It might have played a role in keeping it intact. We've heard our names so many times and I heard Edward say f*** for the first, second, third- fifth time. We couldn't get enough.

After hearing him climax, it was like I had staked claim on him, more and stronger than before. It felt like I gave him my world. Body, mind, soul. With nothing held back for the both of us, I felt we were closer than any time before. How much closer could we get? If there was ever a way, I'd want it.

I didn't know I could love him even more.

Perhaps I need to review how to use commas. If anyone here is an English teacher, please help. Grade school was too long ago XD This wrote itself then I went back and tweaked it so hopefully it was great. It would mean a lot if you enjoyed this. Take care.

I wish I could have added the line "You're getting so big bells," for Charlie in the beginning.

Flightless bird was playing, I was listening to Roslyn, but if it were a movie, Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey would be playing.