A small part of Edward wonders if this is a bad idea.

Between the comfortable lulls in their conversation, he'd spent the walk home wondering about so many things. He wondered what tonight had meant for them- if anything at all. He wondered why she'd decided to be more openly affectionate with him tonight. He wondered if she was wondering about the same thing. Were they on the same page?

To his credit, he'd been able to keep things casual and not spit out the anxious words swirling in his brain. That is until the two were halfway home.

"You sure you don't wanna go to Rose's?" He asks, his quiet voice breaking through the silent magic of the early morning.

Bella looks over, a small smirk in place.

"I'm sure."

And that's that.

And he was so okay with it.

They make it to the classic Victorian home in no time, Edward leading Bella toward the always unlocked backdoor. Quietly, Edward guides Bella through the kitchen, past the dining room and left toward the staircase. The whole time, he prays to the universe that his grandparents don't wake up.

His room is messier than he remembers leaving it, but it smells fine so he doesn't worry too much. He turns quickly, apologizing to explain the mess, but Bella has already made her way fully into the room, running her fingers along the surface of his poster of A Streetcar Named Desire. The poster is only one among many. Somewhat of an undercover movie fanatic, Edward loved to collect posters, books and the like. It was something he'd picked up from his mother, and he'd always kept the hobby close to his heart.

Though a generally confident guy, Edward was worried. He cared what Bella thought of him- he couldn't deny that.

And he wanted her to like everything about him. What if she thought it was stupid?

"You like old things." She says quietly. It isn't a question, just a simple statement.

Edward remains silent as he walks towards her. She turns in time to see the question in his eyes. What did she mean by that?

"You always know the lyrics to old songs, you wear a bunch of vintage clothes...these posters..." she explains, a small smile on her lips.

She's more perceptive than he's previously given her credit for, and he can't deny that her attention makes him soar. Sometimes, it feels like she's somewhere else. Somewhere too far for him to reach. Now she feels startlingly close-literally and figuratively. He feels seen.

Like always, he grasps her tiny hands in his and pulls until she's flush against his chest. Looking over her head at Marlon Brando's weary expression before he responds, just as quiet.

"I do."

"I like that about you."

"You like that I like old things?" He teases.

"I do. It's cute." she shrugs, placing her chin on his chest and looking up.

He's once again struck by her beauty, her gaze stirring something in him.

"You're cute."

She playfully scoffs before pulling back and resuming her perusal of his room. Deciding to let her do her thing, Edward heads over to his drawers and pulls out some of his clothes for her to wear. He placed the large shirt and basketball shorts on the bed, then turns to take off his own layers of clothes. While ripping his sweater over his head, he catches a glimpse of Bella looking at a photograph.

Feeling his gaze on her, she turns the picture towards him.

"Your parents?"

"Mhm." It's his favorite picture. In it, a 4-year-old Edward sits between his mother and father, the young couple laughing at their son's funny facial expression. It makes him both happy and sad.

"Your mom looks like Julia Roberts."

Edward sits on the edge of his bed, pulling on Bella's arm until she falls into his lap. She automatically wraps her arm around his shoulder, leaning in as they stare at the picture.

"That's funny. She'd love that." He laughs.

"And you look just like your dad." She says, gently caressing Edward's cheekbones.

He gently takes the picture from her hand, placing it on the bedside table before wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning back until the two lay on the bed intertwined.

"Tell me about him," she asks.

So he does. He regales her with funny anecdotes, enjoying the giggles that bubble up out of her. He tells her the good, and some of the bad and she listens to it all with genuine interest. It's the most intimate interaction they've had to date and Edward hopes they can always be like this.

It's almost five in the morning before Edward finally suggests they go to sleep. The two take turns changing and brushing their teeth. Edward doesn't even blink when Bella uses his.

Though still mostly dark, the first glimmering light of the sunrise peaks from behind the trees. The subtle light bounces off Bella's fingers as they rub his bare stomach, so soft. Edward loves the sensation and before he can consciously decide to do so, he leans down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. To his surprise and great pleasure, Bella leans in to deepen the kiss, using her elbows for support.

The kiss isn't tentative or soft, but explorative and deep. Tongues swipe against lips and soft moans come from the two. Edward is lost in the sensation, his brain on autopilot. When Bella climbs over onto his erection, he plants his hands on her plump ass. Giving it a squeeze, he elicits another moan and swirl of her hip.

His lips leave hers, only to trail down her neck, collarbone, chest- anywhere they can reach.

He feels like he's pulsating everywhere and has to work to pull back and gauge Bella's expression. Her hooded eyes, swollen lips, and twitching hips tell him that she's feeling the same. She pulls at his neck, and it's on.

Swiftly, he lays her down on her back before sitting up on his knees to look at her. She looks like an angel against his dark sheets. He watches, chest heaving as she rips her shorts off her hips, kicking them to the side.

When his fingers graze the top of her underwear, she lifts her hips, conveying what she wants without speaking. He leans down to capture her lips again, one hand holding up his hand while the other moves her panties to the side. He plunges his finger into her, listening to the wet sounds she makes and smothering her moans with his mouth.

He works her into a frenzy, his palm grazing her swollen nub while he pumps into her. When he feels her tightening, he lifts her shirt enough to expose her left breast and devours her nipple.

She climbs and climbs until she falls. And he catches her.

Soon after, with her slick, saliva filled hand and a firm grip-she returns the favor.

They bask in the glow, stuck on the feeling and eventually falling asleep together.

Hi. Quick/short update. Thanks for the reviews, favs, follows...they all make me glow :) (even though I suck at replies)

also, seeing as this is my 1st story...it's also my first lemon- Oy.