It was an ordinary Friday during our senior year; Bella, Alice and I had gone to school, Alice rushing off to Alaska as soon as the final bell rang, and Bella and I making our way to her house at an ungodly slow pace thanks to her ancient beast of a truck. Charlie was working the second shift today, and was already gone, likely wouldn't come home until Bella was asleep, or at least on her way - there were times, of course, when we'd get sidetracked and end up with her staying up until the wee hours of the morning talking, but I was conscious of her human needs, and sleep was, unfortunately, something she couldn't skimp on often.

With Charlie out, we didn't have to be as careful as the evenings when he was home, keeping a watchful eye over "his little girl"; it wasn't five minutes after we had settled in on the couch with a movie playing before Bella had curled up into my side, head on my chest, her body pressed close against mine. My arm snaked around her and I played with her hair as the movie began. I drifted my attention towards it just to see what we were watching and had to stifle a groan. The movie was just starting after getting through the previews and I heard the crooning of the 60s begin. The downright filthy dancing of Dirty Dancing filled the screen. There was no doubt in my head that this evening had been planned the moment Bella realized we had the house alone for the night. This woman was going to be the death of me, I swear.

I drew my attention away from the screen and back to my little human, who seemed enraptured by the grinding on the screen. I remember when this movie had first come out. We saw it in theaters, the women in my family excited for the dancing, music, and topless men. The men in my family went to appease them. I tried to get out of it, but was told it was a family outing. The thoughts of everyone in the theater were such that I had to leave early. Other than in memories, I have not actually sat through Dirty Dancing.

I shook my head, trying to bring myself back to the present and be open to watching this with Bella, no matter how misguided her reasoning might be. I had a wandering thought though, and just had to know how she'd respond. I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "I thought you didn't like dancing." I heard, and felt, her heartbeat speed up, and could see the blush spreading across her cheeks, "I don't like dancing myself, but don't mind watching others. And who doesn't like Patrick Swayze?"

The little minx was flirting, and if I wasn't reading the situation incorrectly, was trying to make me jealous. Well two can play at this game. "Well sure, if you like older men." Again, her heart sped up. I decided right then and there that this was a fun game, and Dirty Dancing was quickly becoming one of my favorite movies.

I chuckled at her silence and squeezed her a little closer to me, dropping a small kiss to the top of her head. We continued to watch the movie, nothing more transpiring between us, until I heard the beginning of Hungry Eyes. As they danced and touched, Johnny teaching Baby how to feel the music, I felt Bella squirming against me. "Everything ok, Love?" I asked, feigning indifference. Truth be told I was just as keyed up as she was, but I had years of experience keeping my libido at bay - one afternoon watching a racy movie wasn't going to break me.

What would break me, however, was Bella's response. She had stood up, and was grabbing my hands, hooded eyes glancing up from beneath her thick lashes, "Dance with me?"

She'd never have to ask me twice; I was on my feet and pulling her towards me much faster than a human speed. She was in my arms, pressed against me, as we started moving, swaying to the music.

I turned her around so her back was against me, so that I could mimic some of the moves that I knew was coming (damn Alice and Jasper for perfecting this scene), raising her arms up and dragging my hand lightly down her side. Unlike Baby, she didn't squirm in my arms and pull away; she kept herself still, her breathing labored as she worked very hard to stay composed.

I held both her hands in one of mine over her head, my other on her hip, as I spun her to face me once again. She then surprised me by closing the small gap between us, and my hand drifted to her ass. "Bella" I groaned, a soft broken growl low in my chest as I started to push her away, moving my hand back to her hip.

She quickly pressed her lips to mine, kissing me lightly before pulling away with a soft proclamation, "Don't. Let it happen."

I sighed, as I gave in, moving my hand back to where it really wanted to be. Her tight, tiny ass fit nicely in the palm of my hand, just big enough to be fulfilling as I gave it a soft squeeze. She sighed, a much different sigh from mine; it was clear she was very into this kind of dancing.

I released her hands as I slid my hand back down her arm, pausing at the swell of her breast. I heard, and felt, her breath hitch. I hadn't let us get to this point before, and could only imagine what was going through her head. God, this woman was driving me insane, in the best possible way.

She slowly brought her arms down, wrapping them around my neck. She then pressed even closer, which I didn't think was possible. I felt my cock harden and wanted to pull away. "Bella, we," I was cut off, her mouth on mine as she ground into me.

"We're adults, stop ignoring this" she said, wrapping a thin leg high up on my hip, pushing her lower body into mine. We fit together perfectly, despite the thin layer of clothes between us, and I groaned again; she was testing my patience. I vowed then that as long as the clothes stayed on, I wouldn't stop her. It was clear she needed this, willingly dancing as she called it.

By this time the song had changed, the on screen scene in between their dances, but we continued our grinding. She had her hands at my waist, tugging at my shirt, untucking it - I then felt her hot, thin fingers nimbly dance across my sides, running back and forth right above my waistband.

Clothes were technically still on, hands beneath clothes hadn't been factored in. I kissed her hard, stifling a groan in her mouth. I was a goner. My well-constructed idea to keep Bella's innocence intact was going out the window in one afternoon, and I honestly could not bring myself to care.

I followed her lead, and let my hand drift under the sweater she was wearing. Her skin was like fire, burning me where I dared to touch. And I touched it all. Now that we started this, I wasn't letting go. I heard her moan my name against my lips as my hand found her hip, fingers dipping into the edge of her jeans. My name on her lips in that manner would be my undoing. Anything she wanted as hers with that one word..

She then moved one of her hands from my side, softly brushing it across the front of my pants, stopping hesitantly, pressing gently against my erection. "Bella" I sighed into her mouth as I pushed my body against hers, her hand trapped between us. The pressure was mounting, and I needed release. I could only imagine what she was feeling; I wasn't immune to women's thoughts, so knew that just pressing like this was likely getting her worked up, but wouldn't do much more than that.

I knew we were playing with fire if I allowed us to go further, but I couldn't hurt Bella, and by denying her, I knew she'd be hurting, physically and emotionally. "Do you, I mean, is this, enough?" It didn't matter that I had lived many more decades than she, right now we were in uncharted territory together, and like every other teenage boy, I was not the most verbose when it came to talking about sex.

"Touch me, please," she murmured, grabbing my hand that was on her side and moving it between us, so my fingers were right behind her zipper. Her tight jeans didn't leave much room, but that was remedied with a quick flick of my fingers, the button of her jeans coming undone easily and I pulled the zipper down. She mimicked my moves on me and I felt my cock relish in the release from the tight confines of my pants.

The movie was forgotten as we pressed closely, fingers exploring, mouths coming together and whispered "I love you"'s. It was nothing more than groping, aggressive touches, but for our first time together that was more than enough. I felt the change in Bella, and could smell her arousal. She pressed herself even closer to me, our hands pressed so tightly to our bodies we couldn't move, and she whimpered.

"Come for me, Bella. That's it," I whispered in her ear. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. Since we were already here, better make sure she isn't left wanting.

It only took a few more minutes, a few more touches, a tiny nip of her ear, with my teeth firmly covered to bring her to a quivering mess. "Edward, yes, yes, right there" was my new favorite phrase.

I somehow, probably through years of denial, was able to keep myself in check. I wasn't about to make a mess in my slacks, and was more than happy to have brought Bella the release she so very needed. I held her close as she came down from her high, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. For first times, I'd say this was pretty damn good.

A/N : This just came to me today. It isn't related to a specific chapter, just set in the same general universe. This will likely be briefly referenced in a future chapter, and expect more lemony goodness now that they've taken this step.