Who would have thought this would be ready so soon? Not me!

I felt so very happy to receive such lovely reviews and messages regarding the first outtake, so I figured I might make the time to write another one! Admittedly, it was tough to cram so much writing in one week - both for this outtake and for the actual story, so I don't know if I'll dare to play that extreme sport again. If all goes well, there will be other outtakes coming, I just don't know when - as I've mentioned before, I (sadly) have no update schedule with this, like I do with the main story.

So this outtake follows Edward's and Bella's first night of honeymoon practice. It features an overly-aroused Edward, lots of brotherly banter and, of course, Edward and Bella discovering each other slowly in anticipation of their wedding night.

This outtake's summary:

Edward tries his best to prepare for his first night of honeymoon practice with Bella. After enduring his brothers' teasing banter all day and getting all the necessary precautions in place, what happens when the night falls and he finally arrives in Bella's room?

I was no better than any of the human males in our school when it came to keeping my arousal to myself. That gloomy Friday had only just begun and I had little else on my mind other than the night I was going to spend with Bella. Flashes from last night, when she had called out my name moaning in her sleep, were still parading through my mind when I was completing the test answers in Spanish class. Emmett was still not fully over my betrayal of not fighting bears with him the previous day, his mind silently planning a rematch.

At lunch, I had been a complete mess. While Bella was trying to tell me about how she had managed to help Jessica during their trigonometry class, all I could focus on was the sensuous movement of her lips each time a new word left her mouth. She was wearing my favourite blue shirt today, the one that so indecently clung to her skin, and I found myself wondering if she was wearing the same bra from last night underneath it. How inappropriate would it have been to ask her directly?

Very.

My entire body was a tensed up wire as I waited, as I anticipated, as I longed to take her with me in the storage closet that was always closed and have my way with her. I felt electricity jolting through my every vein and concentrating in one single spot of my body. The amount of times I had had to adjust my erection would have been embarassing if I wouldn't have been so excited. The human eyes were too slow to catch any of those times, but Emmett's and Jasper's - not so much. Their teasing thoughts kept me company through the rest of the school day.

"Poor thing is going to hit a home run before he gets to second base."

"It's bang city tonight, brother mine!"

"Well, I'd be moody too if I would've lived to be some 100-year-old virgin."

"It's either that or meeting Mrs. Palmer for the first time."

When the last bell rang, I was ready to run at full-vampire speed to Bella's classroom and take her away, somewhere where there would be no one else but us. But I knew we had different plans for today: Alice would take her home this time, while Emmett and Jasper would join me for a trip to Sequim, where I was planning to buy every heating device in sight.

As we exited the parking lot in my Volvo, Emmett was already executing the crude joke he had planned during the last period by thrusting his hips up and down on the backseat, making the whole vehicle tremble with his movements. When that didn't stop for a whole minute, I caved and offered him the attention he was seeking:

"I swear to God, Emmett, if you're ruining my car just for the sake of being an idiot, I'm dropping you off in the nearest river."

"And that's supposed to make me stop how?"

"Let him have his fun", Jasper thought, his face brightened up by a smile.

Jasper's mind was a very happy place right now - inundated with Emmett's joking mood and my excitement, it was almost as if he was high on our feelings. I sighed, making a conscient effort to tune out both of their thoughts.

It was only three P.M., which meant I was almost seven hours away from seeing Bella again. It was too long. With my disposition, even one hour would have felt too long. I ran through the list of things I needed to buy in my head one more time: nightstand heaters, electric blankets and, according to some weird tip Alice had found in a questionable magazine, ginger and pepper lemonade, to help with raising Bella's body temperature.

"Dude, you know what could help?" Emmett asked and I could already see what he wanted to say in his mind.

"Condoms that heat up from friction."

"Emmett, we're not going there."

"I hear the kids talking, that's all I'm saying. It's worth considering."

With the idea of that already planted in my head, it was tough to ignore it. The thought of my body and Bella's uniting fully was too much to bear. Imagining the friction, the warmth, her moans… She would feel so good and I wouldn't want to let her go even if the apocalypse came. I would savour her heartbeat, her scent, her taste, her blood…

My fantasy was entering a dangerous, yet familiar territory, so I stopped it right in its tracks.

"I'm not having sex with her this night," I said out loud, trying to convince myself, as well as put an end to Emmett's ideas.

"And what are you going to do? Hold hands?"

Jasper remained silent, still smiling, enjoying the emotions surrounding him.

"No, Em, we're going to… explore a bit, I suppose."

"Oh, so hold hands passionately?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"We will try a little bit of foreplay, but nothing else," I explained. "We have to take it step by step if we want to have any chance at a normal honeymoon."

"I couldn't take it step by step with Rose if I tried. She's just wham-bam bang. My, what a perfect woman..."

I cringed at his thoughts, trying to block out the sudden image of his and Rosalie's first time.

"Well, you were both vampires, Emmett, so that doesn't count."

"Do I want to know?", Jasper's thought trailed lazily in the air and I nodded 'no' immediately.

The rest of the road went by quite the same. We arrived in Sequim after an hour and I stopped the car in the parking lot of the nearest Home Depot we had found. Stepping outside in the light rain, I felt the fire within me calm down a little, even if just for a second. Every fibre in my body was aware of why we were here and I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, to get back to Forks and to Bella's room.

"Dude," Emmett said.

So lost in my own thoughts, I had almost managed to block out everything else around me. When I looked at him, his thoughts hit me.

"You might want to hide that."

My eyes fell down and I realized the bulge in my pants was sticking out in the least subtle way possible. It had been like that all day, to the point in which I had grown to accept it as a normal part of me by lunch.

"You're ready, big guy?" Jasper laughed, patting me on my shoulder, as I was tugging at my jeans for the hundredth time that day.

"You know I am."

We walked into the store, the warm air inside welcoming us. There were Christmas decorations everywhere, despite the fact that there was still a week up to Thanksgiving. I could hear Dean Martin singing about falling snow and popping corn and I wanted to bring Bella here as well, to see if she found that as enchanting as I did in that moment.

"Where to?" Emmett asked.

"The heaters first," I decided.

It didn't take us long to find them. There were plenty of models to choose from, but I needed the smallest ones - the ones that could fit on Bella's nightstand and that could easily be hidden from Charlie by the time the morning came. A man from the staff offered to help me and I felt a rush of thankfulness wash over me. It seemed that every little thing around me awakened a different kind of happiness in my brain today. Next to me, Jasper's mind was exulting. He seriously believed that this was the best day of his week.

I walked away with four different heaters, heading to find the electric blankets. This time, the choice hadn't been as tough: I wanted the one with the highest heating power, to keep Bella as warm as possible, and with the lowest voltage, to not attract Charlie's suspicions at the end of the month, when the electricity bill would roll in.

"Poor girl will have a heat stroke with all you've got there," Jasper noticed, when we walked out of the store.

Our next stop was Walmart. There, we found the weird lemonade Alice had suggested us to buy. The smell emanating from the bottles was overly spicy and sour and I wondered if Bella would find it at least palatable.

"This might be the weirdest mating preparation I've ever seen," Emmett offered right as we returned to the car with the bax of lemonades.

"Remind me to laugh next time," I grumbled, only half-amused.

"Should we stand close by, in case you need to be tempered?" Jasper asked.

"Thank you, Jazz, but I'll manage."

I hope.

I had hunted the day before. Thirst was not going to be my biggest problem - not the thirst for her blood, most definitely. I had had all day to sort out my hunger for her and decide how far exactly we were going to go, but it had done me no good: all of my fantasies ended with her naked and soft and with me hard and inside her. I knew this was not going to happen - it was merely a call of the void my mind was making up to mess with me even more than usual.

Back home, Esme had been kind enough to prepare me a hot bath in advance. This was just another precaution, of course. If I could do anything about raising my body temperature, even a little bit, I was willing to do it.

"I've put some nice clothes for you on the counter," my mother announced, glowing with joy. "They're ironed and everything, sweetheart."

The thought of her choosing the clothes she thought Bella would find most charming filled me with glee.

"You're amazing, thank you," I said, as she reached out one loving hand to pinch my cheek.

I got into the bathroom, welcomed by the hot steam. I didn't want to waste any time and risk the water getting cold, so I undressed quickly and got into the tub. More steam filled the room as the hot water touched my cold skin. I allowed my body to sink fully underneath, thankful for Alice insisting on us getting a king size tub, in which I could fit without having to get in some unnatural crouching position.

As the warmth enveloped every inch of my skin, I wondered what I would have done if Bella was here with me. The mere possibility of her seeing me naked, even submerged in water as I was, sent positive chills down my spine. I wanted her to see me naked. I wanted her to look at my stone hard body and not get scared. And God, I wanted her to touch me, to touch me everywhere she damn pleased. But through all of my yearnings, I didn't know if I would be able to stop in time if it got too much, too good, too soon.

I remained in the tub for a long hour, constantly draining the chilled water and adding more hot water to the mix. By the time I was finished, it was way past eight P.M. - I knew then my Bella was probably having dinner with her father and would be finished soon, so I dressed up with the white shirt and khakhi pants Esme had chosen for me, ran one hand through my damp hair and got out.

Downstairs, Alice was waiting for me with all of my heating supplies and with the spicy lemonade packed in one big bag. She was beaming and replaying the visions she had had in her mind, to calm me down. None of those visions involved me hurting Bella, which was the only relief I needed.

"Thank you, Alice," I bowed my head in gratitude and took the bag from her hands. "Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you."

"You would probably have ten times the number of existential crises you usually have, so you're welcome."

"Where are the rest?" I asked, unable to not point out the obvious.

"Sent them away for a bit. I knew you didn't need to feel overwhelmed right this moment."

"You're the best," I said and I reached out with one hand to ruffle her spiky hair.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Outside, the rain was falling heavy. Realizing that my efforts of raising my body temperature for the past hour could be slaughtered by the rainfall, I unwillingly got into my Volvo. I didn't like the fact that I couldn't simply run - that would have certainly been faster. I turned on the heater to the maximum level, as a last-minute attempt to make myself warm.

The roads were mostly empty, the rain forcing the people of Forks inside their houses. I knew these roads like the back of my hand, so I knew exactly the spot in which I wanted to park my car without risking Charlie accidentally driving by it on his way to work. I got out and took advantage of the empty street, running straight to the Swan house. It had only taken me five seconds to get there and enter through Bella's window. My clothes were barely damp.

Bella's room was empty and the light closed. I stepped carefully towards the door and listened to the sounds of the house, to understand where she was: when I heard the swishing sound of water being spit into the sink, I realized she was brushing her teeth. She took her time, continuing her brushing for another solid five minutes. Downstairs, Charlie was watching a rerun of some baseball game he had missed. His mind, vague as always, didn't reveal much. He seemed pleased and maybe a little tired after a long day at work.

I started to set up everything: the heaters - all four of them - and the electrical blanket. By the time Bella would be back, the air and the bed will be plenty warm. Then, still full of disbelief, I took one bottle of lemonade out and put it on the desk.

When Bella got out of the bathroom, she hurried down the stairs, to let her father know that she was going to sleep.

"That early, Bells?" he queried.

"Yeah, it's been a long day and I just feel like crashing."

"Unusual, but you know best."

Bella sighed and she was the most terrible actress in history. She dragged her feet dramatically across the ground as she climbed back up. Her heart was beating louder than a drum solo and this was one of the many times when I ached to get inside her mind. I heard her footsteps growing closer, until the door opened.

But just as she opened the door, it happened. She stumbled over her own feet, with no other obstacle in sight. I was right by her side as her body began to fall, catching her before it hit the ground. Unfortunately, the T-shirt she was wearing had a much worse fate. Caught in the doorknob, the shirt ripped, leaving behind a small hole at the level of her waist.

She stared at me in awe, and Charlie immediately shouted from downstairs:

"Everything all right, Bells?"

I smiled, watching as she was trying to collect herself. Just to mess a little more with her senses, I leaned down, pushed her hair away and kissed the delicate outline of her throat. She let out a long sigh when my lips touched her skin. I noticed her scent was more potent than usual, but it didn't seem to come from her blood.

"Bella? Do I need to come up?" her father insisted.

"N-no! It's fine! I'm fine! I tripped, it's fine!"

"Say 'fine' one more time," I suggested, my lips now silently playing with her earlobe.

Charlie mumbled something, but I couldn't pay attention. The only sound that mattered now was that of her heart, singing the most delicious melody as it pumped her blood. Seeing that she was momentarily unable to do much else than getting her fingers in my hair while I was studying her neck with ravenous kisses, I closed the door behind her and lifted her in my arms.

"God, I couldn't wait for this," I said, as I continued my passionate attack.

"Me neither," she managed.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been all day?"

It had surely been hard in more ways than she imagined, but I wasn't going to be crass and tell her about my day-long erection.

"How so?"

She had to be kidding me. Had she not noticed how I had been staring at her so intently all day at school, to the point in which Mike Newton thought that I might as well get a room instead of "eye-banging" her?

"Oh, you want me to explain how I've been driven insane all day today with my need for you, sweetheart?"

As I said the words, I laid her down on the warm bed. I had never seen a sight more beautiful in my entire life. She was flushed down to her neck and her eyes glistened in the darkness, calling me to get lost in them.

"Y-yes," she said.

I smiled.

"For starters, that blouse you were wearing."

The one that is so thin that you might as well not wear it.

"What about it?" she whispered.

"You know it is my favourite on you, don't you?"

Her smile did the answering for her.

"I had thought all day about what you were wearing underneath it," I admitted, tracing the contour of her lips with my fingers.

Her lips parted more under my touch and I wondered what it would have looked like if I let my thumb slide between them.

"Just... my bra," she answered softly, the sound almost a coo.

"The one from yesterday?"

"Yes..."

"Mmmmm..."

Carefully, I moved until I was between her legs. I kept my pelvis above, not yet showing her the powerful effect she had on me. We'll do this slow, I ordered myself. I wanted to walk her through every possible chamber of pleasure that we could afford to visit until our wedding night.

The truth was that I had not set enough limits as I probably should have done with what we were doing. I had wondered all through last night what was the farthest I could go while still keeping her virginity intact and my thirst for her blood under control - and I hadn't really found an answer. Bluffing my way through this was not smart, but I knew Bella trusted me with her body and mind. And this thing we were doing would help me get accustomed to a portion of the delight we would experience not long from now - maybe enough to not lose it.

"You're so warm," she observed, her hands now tracing the contour of my forearms, bringing with them a powerful current.

I didn't know if it was the blanket underneath, the heaters on the nightstand or my long hot bath that had her believe this, but I was thankful nonetheless. I wanted to be warm for her. If I was warm, she was comfortable, and that made me happy. It was simple.

"Not as warm as you are," I replied, leaning down, so that I could get back to kissing her throat.

She tilted her head back, to offer me better access. Her back arched upwards, and I felt her chest rubbing against me ever so slightly when she did that. My shaft responded to the slight friction, jolting in my pants to be set free.

"Edward," her voice came as my saving grace.

"Hm?"

"Do you mind taking your shirt off?"

When I separated from her neck, I noticed the delicious colour of her cheeks and I was ready to do anything that would keep that colour there. Without another thought, I started unbuttoning my shirt, not once breaking eye contact with her. I wasn't sure how well she could see me, but the lightning was definitely better than last night, because the radiators emitted a low light. I took it off and, not really caring enough to be more considerate, I threw it on the floor. Her room was already a clustered chaos, my shirt on the floor only added to the flair.

Bella bit her lip, as she took in my appearance. Her eyes wandered over my body and her hands extended to touch my chest. She kept her movements careful, as if trying to catch the slightest sign that it could get too intense for me and too dangerous for her, but I felt in control. Her fingers felt like hot like fire as she moved them against my skin and I was trying very hard to process the great pleasure that this simple gesture brought, unable to understand how I had ever lived without Bella touching me like this until now.

"This feels so good, love..." I encouraged her.

Her hand wandered lower, over my stomach, and my muscles clenched with desire at the feeling. With her teeth still sunk in her lip, she dared to get even further, on my abdomen. Please go lower, please go lower, please go lower. Lust and reason fought in my head, each of them trying to gain dominance over the other.

Looking down, my erection was obvious. But it was hidden behind her pelvis, so she had no way to see it. My animalistic side longed to unzip my pants, show her the proof of my desire, tell her that this unbearable hardness was only her doing and invite her to take me in her small hand. But the gentleman in me would never come forward with such a proposition - at least not so soon.

"You're beautiful," she pondered, her fingers hesitating just above the waist of my pants.

If she was going to linger one second longer there, I would be lost. Carefully, I took her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, on the pillow.

"My turn?" I asked.

She nodded in agremeent, breathing heavily under me. Still keeping her wrists locked, I allowed my free hand to caress her face. This was a safe thing to do - incomparable to all the other things I wanted to do to her. It kept me grounded. Anything that could keep me grounded in these moments was a blessing.

But my free hand had other plans. Leaving her rosy cheek behind, it descended to her neck. There was something impossibly primal and insanely lustful in just touching her throat like this. One wrong movement on my part could have costed everything for both of us. Gently - so gently - I let my fingers trace the network of veins underneath her skin. Pulsing with that wet, perfect blood of hers, they aroused every single hunger in me. If I could just let my nail scrape her skin and watch the blood come to the surface, only a drop of it. If I could taste that heavenly drop…

I forced my hand off her neck and back to safety. This safety was anywhere where I could not concentrate on her appealing veins and it so happened to be on her breastbone. Her heart was thudding rapidly under my palm, making a beautiful noise, showing me just how excited she was. With that noise in my ears, I slowly realized how close I was to her breasts. It was not the first time - for so many times before I had been right where I was right now, aching to move further, until my hand could cup the soft flesh that called for me. Yet it was the first time I knew that I was going to do more.

"I want to see you, Bella," I muttered. "Can I take your shirt off?"

Her 'yes' came quicker than if she were a vampire. I let go of her wrists and, as tenderly as I could, grabbed the thin material of her T-shirt and started rolling it up her waist. The skin of her abdomen revealed itself to me, creamy and mouthwatering - it seemed as if I needed to have a taste of every little piece of her. I rolled the fabric higher, revealing her delicate ribs. They looked so fragile now, with nothing else to cover them, serving as a reminder that I had to be on my best behaviour with her at all times.

Liquid fire began to flow through my body when I arrived where I wanted most. I wanted to make this particular moment last forever. She had never done this before and neither did I, but she trusted me with this. It was my ultimate privilege to know that I would be the first and last man to see her so vulnerable, yet so inflamed by desire. This made me acutely aware of the fact that she was mine and only mine, never to be shared.

I hesitated - not because I wanted to stop. Not because she had given me any sign that she had changed her mind. But because I wanted to solidify the memory in my brain, with all the little details attached to it: the rain pouring outside, the wind hustling slowly, Charlie snoring in front of the TV, the lemonade sitting forgotten on the desk and Bella's body, warmer than all the heaters in the world combined, underneath me.

With careful movements, I rolled her T-shirt all the way up and removed it, throwing it on the floor, next to my shirt. For an unmeasurable moment, time stood still for us. All of my previously constructed fantasies crashed. They were pale and ridiculous in comparison to the reality of what I was seeing with my own eyes.

Bella without a shirt on was a sight that no skilled painter, alive or dead, could have reproduced. Her breasts were deliciously small, just like the rest of her frame, yet unexepectedly plump. They looked as if they would have fit perfectly in my palms. Their round contours revealed the most exquisite shape my eyes had ever seen, making me realize that from that point on, I would need to see those breasts on a daily basis if I wanted to remain sane.

The skin looked even creamier there, on this area that never saw the light of the sun. I could still see the web of veins underneath, but not as easily as on her neck. But all that rapturous creaminess ended where a completely different spectacle of colours and textures began: her nipples. It was admittedly tough to look at anything else but those beautiful nipples. It seemed as if they had hardened under my gaze, without warning. Two small cherry stones, painted with the most delectable raspberry pink, only more fragile.

Bella looked completely edible, even more than usual. I had stared in awe for quite a while and it might have taken me until morning to fully process the beauty in front of me, but she was a human, and her patience clearly not as strong as mine.

"I don't know what to do now," she whispered.

Everything. I wanted to do everything. But for the moment, I had to be thankful for any little thing we could get away with safely.

"You're so very beautiful," I replied, even if that didn't quench her confusion. "I don't know how I'll ever get used to you."

I leaned down over her, until my mouth found hers and I felt complete. This kiss was so ecstatic, revealing all the pent-up desire we had grown accustomed to - a desire that begged to be released and satisfied. Our tongues united and danced as if they had never done it before. She tasted so good: of love and lust and happiness.

When her breathing turned into panting, I stopped, offering her the chance to inhale and exhale properly again. But it was torture to not have my lips on her, so I simply moved down, to her neck. I took a deep breath in, rejoicing when her blood ignited the same familiar fire I loved and loathed in my throat. I licked the paper-thin skin with care, trying my best not to think of what it would have felt like to pierce through it, to feel the blood splash on my tongue and…

No. I am not hurting her.

The resolve of my thoughts snapped me back to my senses in an instant. I had not realized that I had descended with my kisses lower, closer to her chest. My mouth rested right on her sternum, hungry to get away to the sides, where her breasts awaited. I wanted so much to touch her there and experience her reactions.

"My love," I uttered against her skin.

"Y-yes?"

This was the second time she was stuttering tonight. It was beyond adorable.

"I need to touch you here," - my left hand traced the underside of her right breast as I spoke - "will you let me?"

"Yes, please… Anything you want..."

I decided I loved hearing her say 'please'. But if I could truly do anything I wanted, we would not be leaving that room of hers for days. I knew she would have nothing against it, but I was willing to bet her father would. Besides, what I wanted had to wait a few more weeks, until our wedding.

But I needed the release now. Why did I ever accept her deal, knowing it would only feed my hungers for her body further?

I lifted my face from her chest, to see her better. With her mahogany locks spread on the pillow and her lips parted, she looked as if she needed the release just as much. What a dangerous game we were playing - but I didn't want it to end. With careful hands, I caved, unable to resist temptation one second longer, and touched her.

A part of me expected Bella to shiver when my hands cupped her breasts, yet she didn't. But she did arch her back, gasping when the cold velvet of my skin came into contact with the heated silk of hers. I had been right before: her breasts did fill my palms perfectly, as if they had been custom-made by some insolent angel. Their flesh gave in when my fingers dipped into them. I could not believe that something could ever be this soft and pure and I found myself wishing we had done this sooner.

"They're perfect, Bella," I whispered.

Her chest was moving rapidly up and down and I dared to go even further. Still cupping the alluring orbs in my hands, I let my thumbs graze over her nipples. I had to hold back a growl of pleasure when the nipples grew rosier under my eyes, as more blood rushed to saturate them.

Bella's reactions were all over the place, as usual. I had to remind her to breathe a few times, as my hands caressed her. Touching her like this had me in a trance. I could now understand the adoration so many human males had for breasts - but only partly, because the only breasts I could ever adore were Bella's.

As I was kneading her body, another curiosity seeped in my thoughts: what would those blood-engorged nipples taste like? My mouth filled with venom at the thought, as both desire and thirst weaved together in me. I swallowed it immediately.

"Love," I murmured, knowing that I could use the distraction of talking. "I really want to kiss you here. May I?"

I knew the answer already, but it was always a good idea to ask. After all, she was exposing herself in one of the most intimate ways a woman could do in front of a lover, and I figured that it could be overwhelming for her.

"Of course," she said eagerly.

It might have been a good idea to hold my breath for the next step, but I didn't want to lose the synesthesia of the act. I lowered myself down her body, until my head was close to her breastbone, my erection now pressing tightly against the mattress.

"Bella, if it becomes too much for you-"

"Never," she interrupted me. "It is never too much when I'm with you."

As much as those words were music to my ears, they only added fuel to my already blazing imagination. There were so many ways in which I wanted to possess her, to make her mine - some admittedly a little bit questionable. And for Bella to say that nothing could be too much for her to accept made me throb with all the unspoken cravings in my body.

When I pressed my lips on the underside of her breast, my love gasped loudly. When I went a little up, climbing the round mound, she whimpered. When I trailed off to trace the contour of her nipple with my tongue, she groaned. And when I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, she moaned my name, as her hands pressed on my head with what I could guess was her full force, trying to keep me there - as if I needed an incentive to stay.

What a perfect symphony filled the air! I couldn't decide what sound of hers was better, for they perfectly accompanied each other, exceeding in beauty all of Mozart's sonatas and all of Chopin's nocturnes. The music she made was so raw and primal and I could have gladly given up all the CDs in my collection just to hear her on a neverending loop. I especially loved the way my name sounded when it left her lips in a moan - and the fact that she had uttered it for so many times in such a short time made me want to rip her pants off, get rid of whatever underwear she was wearing and sink deep inside her body, in one fell swoop.

Her nipples tasted like Heaven. It was tough to keep my sucking on a delicate level when the flavour was so divine. The effect my lips and tongue working on her body had on her made me overly-euphoric. I knew how much it aroused me to do these things, but to know that it aroused her just the same was another thing completely.

I felt her fingers tugging harder at my hair.

"Oh, Edward..."

Yes, yes, say my name!

But through the haze I was lost in, a part of me was aware that Bella was a little too noisy, given the fact that we were not alone in the house. I wanted - needed - to hear her, but I didn't want Charlie to get awakened by the sounds his daughter was making at the mercy of my mouth.

"We might want to keep the volume down for your father's sake," I managed to say, before going back to my feast.

Her heart started pumping a little louder when the implication of my words set in. For the next few minutes, I could tell that she was making a deliberate effort to hold back. I wanted her to let go, but I also wanted to still have Charlie's blessing to marry her - and I couldn't imagine him being so forgiving of me sneaking up into her room at night to… practice.

But Bella slipped whenever I allowed myself to become more fervent with my actions, and I knew something needed to be done if we wanted to keep this up.

Without much consideration, I moved my hand towards her face, until my palm covered her mouth completely, muffling her next moan in its tracks.

"Bella," - I wasn't pleased I had to let go of her nipple to talk - "we really need to be quiet when your father is in the house. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head 'yes'.

"I adore the sounds you're making," I continued to explain. "But I know for a fact Charlie wouldn't if he wakes up. Do you agree?"

Another silent 'yes'.

"Now I very much want to go back to what I was doing, if that is all right with you. Will you behave?"

Her last 'yes' was the most convinced of the bunch. With my hand on her mouth, feeling her hot breath tickling my palm, I resumed my mission of worshipping her breasts.

This worshipping stretched far into the night. I was surprised she never got bored or sleepy during these hours, given the fact that the way humans perceived times was very different from the way vampires did. Every once in a while, I would let my hand slip from her mouth, just to get another earful of her sounds. When the clock on the wall showed it was past one A.M., I knew I had to stop. If I had it my way, I would have continued at least until morning.

Outside, the rain was still pouring. Bella was trying to recollect herself when I reached for my shirt on the floor.

"I swear I am not tired, Edward," she protested with a voice so soft, I could not take her seriously.

"You will be tomorrow."

"I can sleep until late, it's Saturday."

"Your father might be a little too worried if he comes back from work and finds you still sleeping, considering how you'd gone to bed so early."

She sighed, most likely knowing that I was right.

"We will continue this tomorrow, right?"

She sounded so full of longing and I couldn't help but reach out to kiss her.

"Of course, beautiful," I murmured. "And the day after tomorrow. And the day after the day after tomorrow."

She pulled me closer and I obliged, feeling her breasts pressing on my bare chest. That had to be one of the best feelings in the world.

"Thank you for this," she muttered under my kiss.

"Thank you for convincing me."

"And thank you for taking care of everything… with the heaters and this blanket. I'm sorry I didn't get to say it earlier."

"Don't worry, love. You didn't have time to say it anyway, given the way I attacked you the moment you stumbled into the room."

She laughed.

"I don't mind if you attack me like that again."

"Tomorrow," I promised.

I put my shirt back on and laid on my back, opening my arms. She accepted the invitation immediately, cuddling up to my chest, still naked from the hips up. A small yawn filled the silence and it didn't take her long to fall asleep. That night she slept soundly, barely even moving.

Throughout her sleep, I hadn't been as relaxed. I was still nowhere near to feeling that much needed release, my raging erection serving as proof. My brain was executing all sorts of scenarios that could bring me what I needed - most of them ending with me waking Bella up and telling her that I could no longer care about waiting until marriage and that I had to have her right that moment. Fortunately, I still had a bit of sanity left somewhere in me, hidden well beyond the layers of lust that fogged my judgement, that prevented me from acting on my impulses.

When the morning grew closer, I heard Charlie waking up. He was on-duty that Saturday, so I rushed to take Bella's T-shirt from the floor and put it back on her. She was so lost in her sleep that she didn't even flinch. He didn't check up on her, leaving the house in a hurry. Suddenly realizing that we were alone, my arousal became even stronger - if such a thing was possible.

It would have been so easy to wake her up with a kiss. To slowly take each garment of clothing off her body. To kiss and lick and suck on those beautiful breasts again. To let my hands wander further down, to places I had only been dreaming about. To enter her body and move. How would her hot interior feel against the glacial temperature of my shaft? How much blood would be spilled our first time? Would she let me... taste that blood?

I had not realized one of my hands had begun to caress Bella's abdomen through her T-shirt as I was imagining all these things. No, no, no. I was already going too far. But the battle within me had a simple resolve: me leaving. If I didn't have her in my arms, it would be easier. I got out of the bed in a second and rushed to her desk, where I knew her post-it notes were. The unused lemonade was also there, its spicy fragrance still confusing the hell out of me.

I grabbed one of the many pens Bella was collecting and wrote my note for her:

'I am so very sorry, my love, but you are dangerously tempting, even in your sleep. I will be on my best behaviour tonight, I promise. I love you.'

Leaving the post-it on the pillow, I leaned down to kiss her forehead. I then took the heaters and put them back in the bag from Alice and dashed out the window. It was a little after six A.M., so the streets were still very much empty. I walked through the curtain of rain, allowing it to wash away the heat of last night, until I got to my car. The road back home barely registered in my brain, because I had more pressing issues to focus on.

Three more weeks. That was how long I had to wait before I could have Bella. I could do this. I could wait. Just like I had been waiting until now. And when the time came, I would not hurt her, because I would not be unexperienced.

But until then, I had to find a way to hide the everpresent excitement in my pants from my family.

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