A/N: So it takes a bit more for me to update than most, as maybe you can tell, probably due to the self loathing I can;t be sure. I edit one chapter maybe 50-60 times before posting! So all those awaiting Emerald Angel and the Russett Wolf; I promise to update soon, I swear! That story gets more Reviews/Favorites I can hardly believe all the love it gets, if you haven't read it yet, please do so....now.

Also, did I promise you lemons this chap? oopsy, there is some heavy petting if that helps but BxE are getting there I swear it, and ill make it extra dirty for you as a reward for your vigilant angsty reading. Read and Review

***I do not own these Characters SM does

BPOV

The cool morning air wafting in from an open window woke me, as it tickled the bare patches of my skin it was so delicate I swore I could feel fingers ghosting over my exposed spine. I vaguely wondered who left a window open in fucking February, this led me to my next question, where was I again?

It was far from uncommon for me to awake most mornings, trying to place the fuzzy puzzle pieces of my memories from the night before into semi comprehension. The girls and I have woken many a time in various states of undress, making a game of it we had taken to steeling each others clothing so as not to loose our own.

However it was quite rare to find myself sprawled on what seemed like a rather comfy down mattress, complete with over sized pillows enveloping my bleary head. No matter how gone I usually am, I make it a point not to actually sleep, as in slumber, with whomever is bringing me pleasure for the night. The girls were probably dying, not haven gotten the customary 5am "pick me the hell" up phone call.

I groaned, stretching my worn out legs, I pointed and wiggled my toes, feeling the small holes forming at the bottoms of my sheer stalking. I desperately tried to remember the night before….The Bar with the girls, greasy douche bags rubbing up on me, and him oh right him.

My savior of sorts, whisking me away, he seemed all too reluctant to be in the position. Oh, and the house, my lovely house, the dancing, and his name; Edward. As I heard a loud exhale and felt warm breath on the back of my neck, I nearly squeaked and quickly shot up in the bed

EPOV

I was woken to a small high pitched yelp. Woken yet again, I had found myself drifting in and out of slumber all night, unable to find rest while sleeping next to her. It seemed not much about her was quite restful, though, swallowed in the comforts of my down bed she seemed to let the troubled expressions that so often marred her otherwise gorgeous face go. She thrashed in her sleep, groaning and whispering things, some screams for help, some sweet thoughts she let go of in her most vulnerable state, I had an idea of what she was dreaming of. Around dawn I had taken a moment to really look at her, my white sheets enveloped her body, her pink lips slightly parted, she was still now, gold pools of sunlight shown through her hair. She looked positively heavenly, as if a demon had made its way through heavens gates and was donning one hell of a disguise.

Woken once again lulling my head to the side lazily, I was reluctant to see what had disturbed her now. Some modesty had taken hold of her as I saw she had wrapped every sheet available around her body, leaving me shivering in the cool morning air. Looking up I saw her wide chocolate eyes beaming down at me, sweet at first, they soon narrowed as she raked them over my exposed body.

"Pervert, pervert, definitely a pervert; creepy old house, 'classical music lover' the signs were all there…." She rambled on, talking to her self, as her mind raced through some laundry list of predatory signs. Her gaping racked over my body, her eyes stopping on something, it was then I realized I was only in my grey boxer briefs and the white Haynes tee-shirt I had crashed in. I regretted crawling into the bed with her; it had seemed like a good idea at the time, it was my bed after all.

"Relax there Chris Hanson, the rain leaked through the ceiling last night in the living room, the couch was an unlucky victim." I propped my self up on a pillow running my hands over my still exhausted face and into my mess of hair.

"So you figured, crawl in bed half naked with the chick you picked up last night, hmmm?!"

I rolled my eyes at this; she was really getting quite ridiculous "Crawl into my bed? How crazy of me, plus I think I'm the over dressed one here."

She glanced down at her blue bra and underwear set and shrugged "I've worn less to a club."

"I believe you on that one." I was closing my eyes now, hoping she would shut up and I could catch a few more minutes of sleep.

"Pervert."

"You can stop saying that now, I've explained my self."

"Then explain this," My eye still closed, I wasn't about to open them for a view of her newest 'evidence', when I felt it. I hadn't even noticed a tightening of my briefs when I woke up, but I was painfully aware now, as a single finger trailed up the base of my member stopping at the very tip. I let out an audible growl and my eyes shot open. Her eyes were still wide and her mouth was now curling into a devilish smirk. The angel who had rested next to me at dawn had vanished, as the demon began to show its true colors.

"Don't flatter yourself; morning wood is like taxes, they just happen." I spouted off, laboring to control my voice.

"Pfft, sure, and sleeping innocently next to this warm body did nothing for you?....Pervert."

As long as we were invading personal body space I decided to prove my point definitively. Leaning in so close to her, my nose was almost touching the tip of hers, I breathed in deeply and spoke low "I don't know, but from your soft, restless moans of my name last night, waking me every ½ hr, I have to believe I'm not the only one having a hard time." With that I let my hand wander up her now exposed thigh, as she had let her guard and my sheets drop to the floor, my hand rested between her legs, "Yep, soaking." I breathed out the last word, and leaned away from her kneeling on the bed, her mouth left agape, finally at a loss for words.

My point made I pulled on a pair of jeans and made my way to the bathroom. Who the hell does she think she is? I was willfully pushing the voice in my head reminding me that I had, in fact been having a rather perverted dream about her only minutes earlier. I inwardly cursed having ever tried to save what was obviously a hopeless case, while simultaneously willing my erection to subside.

As my stiff member finally relaxed I settled into a much need morning pee, only to be interrupted by the door swinging open, nearly falling off its rusted hinges.

"What the-"

She came in, walking slowly, as if her actions were as normal as anyone else. I quickly gathered myself back up into my pants and swung around ready to tear her apart.

"I LOVE bathtubs!" She was crawling still in her attire, or lack there of, from last night into the antique footed tub I had bought off an estate sale earlier that year. She folded herself into it easily and reached for the spout.

"Are you still high? You're in your under wear."

"Would you rather me take them off then?" My thoughts stuttered at this, an odd little voice in the back of my head screamed an emphatic yes. Gawd I was so fed up with her, this act was getting old and under my skin in ways I wasn't even sure of.

"No, no, I would rather you let me pee first but if you can deal I can as well"

I heard the water begin to poor from the faucets and tried to ease my nerves at the white noise, but ease didn't come as she babbled on. "How do you know my name?"

"Who doesn't, plus my brothers a monkey remember."

"Right, what do you mean 'who doesn't'?"

"Chief of police's wild child comes home after being kicked out of school."

"Aren't you a gossip." Glancing behind me through the sink mirror I could see the tub had filled almost to the brim and waves of water sloshed over the side. Bella looked almost child like in the large tub, submerged up to her chin her long stockinged legs dangled willfully over its edge.

"No I just have ears, its news in this town I guess." She looked thoughtful at this, I wondered if it even registered to her that her actions seemed fodder for gossip to everyone else.

Quickly and before I could register the change in her demeanor she had splashed a hand full of water in my direction. Droplets landed on the black and white tiled flooring narrowly missing me entirely, but this didn't seem to matter as peels of laughter rose from her.

"You're crazy." I stated simply rolling my eyes and turning my back to her, this time a large sopping sponge made contact with my shoulder.

"That's it. Bath time's over champ," I got to the tub in one bounding step, trying to avoid another attack swiftly reaching between her legs. This move did not go unnoticed by my easily excited heart rate; I fumbled trying desperately to grasp at the rubber stopper chain with my fingers, not quick enough. Before I knew it her legs clamped around my arm and I was pulled, fully clothed, and submerged in a tub not exactly made for two.

Everything was soaking now, the walls dripped with residual droplets, the bathroom floor was soaked, I was soaked. As I looked up from my new position between her legs, submerged in what was now only a half filled tub I saw she was soaked as well. Her hair hung in cords, sticking to her cheeks, the black makeup she had worn so pristinely on her eyes the night before was now smeared across each lid.

She breathed in deeply, and I could feel each heavy intake of breath as my chest pushed into hers. I was suddenly, very aware of how little clothing separated us both, and just as I thought the tension contained in this porcelain cell couldn't grow any thicker, she smiled. Cutting the mood into a million pieces, she smiled at me, a gorgeous easy smile, and for a moment I thought; I could kiss those lips. I could make life okay for her, and maybe she could make life a little more like this moment for me, unpredictable, crazy, and ending with a smile.

Her smile grew wider and that peeling laugh rang from her heaving chest before I could compose my thoughts into actions. I leaned back into the other end of the tub and joined her; the laughter, the smile, my muscles seemed to ripple with the tension as it escaped my body.

The laughter subsided; I heard the distinct crunch of a car arriving in my driveway. Knowing my brother was home, I decided to sit here, in the tub, as her wild eyes stared back at me and that damned smile still spread across her face.