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BPOV

By the time the sun had gone down, I'd finished packing my overnight bag and was ready to give it a once over.

Tooth brush

Hair brush

Those new pajamas Alice got me the other week...

"Good enough," I sighed, zipping up the bag and flinging it over my shoulder. Edward nodded at me from his place against the doorway of my bedroom.

"Are you ready?" He asked politely, clearly in no rush to get back to his place. I nodded, slowly walking over to him.

"You're sure you want me there?"

"Yes, of course I am." He smiled, a real smile, one that went all the way up to his eyes. "I don't know if I've told you this before, but... You have a very particular effect on me. It's very soothing." He ran a hand through his messy hair, a nervous habit that I had fallen in love with. "Take earlier for example. I never thought I'd sleep again." His smile faltered. I took hold of one of his hands, which seemed to help. "But once I got here..."

I blushed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze that he was more than happy to return.

"Bella?" Alice's head peeked in - and she was staring directly at my bag, but in an oddly subtle way. "Is everything alright?"

I nodded curtly, rubbing my thumb over Edward's hand soothingly as a flash of pain went through his eyes.

"Yes, Alice. But i'll be staying the night at Edward's."

"You will?"

I nodded again, giving her the 'you'll be informed later' look.

"Alright... Call me later." She gave me a brief but firm hug, then turned to Edward. "See you later," she said politely, gently patting him on the shoulder on her way out. He let out a large gust of air once he was gone, as though he was holding it in.

"Here I thought it would be the Spanish Inquisition," he said humorlessly, pinching the bridge of his nose. I leaned forward, placing my lips firmly against his in hopes of a distraction.

Plus that wild, unruly hair is giving me the shivers.

He froze momentarily, before returning the kiss happily, placing his hands on my waist. I inched closer, spurred on by his eagerness. His grip grew tighter as he pulled me closer. I shoved my hands into his hair, grabbing fist fulls of it and sighing happily against his mouth. He growled, turning us around sharply, pinning my back up against the wall. The overnight bag was pressing into me painfully, but I didn't care. I simply crushed myself closer, eagerly parting my lips. He responded surprisingly fast, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pressing his body roughly against me. I gasped at the surge of electricity that had begun to flow through us. One of his hands reached up and roughly grabbed hold of my breast, causing me to exhale sharply.

My head was drowning in a sea of lust.

A sea of Edward.

I didn't even seem to be in control anymore.

Edward hummed in pleasure, bringing his free hand up to grab the other side. I arched myself into his touch, which only made him so much more eager. He began to slowly grind his hips into mine, gradually picking up pace. My grip on his hair grew tighter as I began to match his movements.

He broke away from my lips as we began to run out of air, and began to kiss up my neck, giving little nips every so often. He made it all the way up to my earlobe, and then suddenly bit down on it, causing me to moan loudly and shove my hips harder against his, suddenly desperate for even the slightest amount of friction.

He had found my weakness.

"Edward," I panted, tugging his hair roughly.

My words mixed in with the tug seemed to snap him out of something. He quickly released my breasts and backed away.

"What, what is it," I asked, my brain still in a fog of lust.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," he replied breathlessly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I shouldn't have done that. I took things to far, I lost control."

"Does it look like I'm complaining?"

He glared pointedly at me. I flinched.

"What I'm saying is, I... that was..." He groaned, walked over to my bed and plopped down on it. "I'm not in control of my emotions. As well as I should be, anyways. I took advantage of you." He shook his head in disgust, placing an arm over his eyes. "I was just trying to forget, and I got carried away."

I dropped my overnight bag to the ground and sat down next to him, removing his arm with a scowl.

"Don't you dare beat yourself up over that. I didn't ask you to stop."

"But it wasn't right, I was so selfish..."

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed one of his hands. He tried to pull it back but I held on tight.

"No. I'm the selfish one. I shouldn't have gotten so caught up in it, I knew how you were feeling."

"Please, don't try and pin this on yourself. It will only make me feel more and more upset over the whole thing."

I used my free hand to pull his face towards me. I looked him straight in the eye, hoping to convey just how much care and compassion I felt in that very moment. I didn't blink once.

"Don't be sorry," I said firmly, causing a smile to break out across his face. I couldn't help but smile back.

"You know, in appearance, you're not very frightening. So why am I so afraid to ague..."

We soon reached Edward's place. He took a deep breath and stuck the key in the lock, unlocking the door and opening it slowly. He reached an arm in through the doorway, flipped a light switch on, and backed up, gesturing for me to enter first. I crossed my arms and stood in place.

"Ladies first, Bella."

"I'm not the one who owns the place," I smirked. He sighed and reached over to take my hand, leading us both in together.

"I'll show you to my room. You can sleep in my bed, i'll just hit the couch," he grumbled, turning on lights in all the rooms along the way.

"No, no, i'm not stealing your bed. You sleep there. I'm the guest, i'll use the couch."

He stopped in front of his bedroom, releasing my hand to cross his arms. I mimicked him, right down to the stern glare, causing him to smile a little.

"Bella. You get the bed."

"I'm not stealing your bed."

"Well, I won't be sleeping there."

I huffed, causing him to grin smugly.

"Then it's settled." He led me into his bedroom, taking the overnight bag from my shoulders and setting it down on top of the bed. "The bathroom is right in there, feel free to use anything you wish." I scoffed. "Anything, Bella," he replied sternly. "What's mine is yours."

I relented, nodding up at him with a pout. He gave me my favorite crooked grin, and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. By the time he pulled away, the glint in his eyes had gone. Vulnerable Edward was beginning to resurface.

"I'll be in the living room. I have to... make a few phone calls," he grumbled, shooting me a forced smile and turning to leave.

"Edward..." He turned back around. "Would you like me to come with?" I asked in a tiny voice, twisting the sleeves of my shirt around nervously. I hated to think of him all alone during such a hard time, if even just for a moment.

There seemed to be conflict in his eyes as he thought over his response. I was sure he would say no, but after a few seconds he nodded once.

"If you wish."

I nodded in return, walking over and taking one of his hands in mine. He glanced down at our clasped hands and a very slight smile emerged.

Edward spent a good part of the night making calls. I sat beside him the whole time, holding his hand and trying to be as comforting as possible. He took everything surprisingly well, not shedding a single tear.

By ten o' clock he made his last call, deciding it was too late to make any more.

"I'm proud of you, Edward," I said softly, pulling him into a hug. He sighed into my hair, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're taking this so well."

"I have you to thank for that."

"What did I do?"

He chuckled, leaning back and placing the back of his palm against my cheek.

"You've been so amazing, Bella. I don't know how I could possibly thank you."

I blushed, leaning my face into his palm in an attempt to hide it. He chuckled again.

"Really. I'm glad you'll be staying here. I don't know what i'd do without you."

Come on, Bella. Control the blood flow to your face. Control it!

"I... um, well, you know, i'm glad to be here."

He nodded, bringing his hand down to one of mine, joining them together with a smile.

"You should get some sleep," he whispered. "You're looking tired."

"I have a feeling you need it more than me."

"Maybe," he sighed, glancing across the room at the couch he had insisted on sleeping on. After a minute he looked back at me, his eyes pleading. "Bella... Would it be too much to ask if..."

"Of course not, Edward. Take the bed, i'll just grab a blanket and - "

"No," he said quickly, looking down at his feet sheepishly. "I was going to ask if... you'd share the bed with me."

If my face wasn't red before, it surely is now.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. He looked away from his feet with a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"You're sure it wouldn't make you uncomfortable?"

I rolled my eyes, dragged him up, and led us to the bedroom, not bothering to voice my thoughts.

Mostly because they're all incredibly embarrassing, and... revealing.

Once we were inside his room, he released my hand and brought his own up to his hair, tousling it nervously.

"Go ahead and, um, do whatever you need in the bathroom. I can just change in here, and use the other bathroom out in the hall..."

I nodded, grabbing my overnight bag and bringing it with me to the bathroom. After I had finished changing, and brushing my teeth for ten minutes, I slowly opened the door.

Edward was standing awkwardly next to the bed, shirtless, with long green flannel pajama bottoms. I ducked my head down in hopes of hiding the dazed look on my face from seeing my shirtless Edward, and shuffled over. He pulled the covers back and crawled in, patting the spot beside him.

I swear my face turned every different shade of red imaginable.

After taking a deep breath I crawled in beside him, ducking my head into his chest. He turned off the bedside lamp, pulled the covers over us, and wrapped his arms around me protectively, leaning his chin on the top of my head.

"Goodnight, love," he whispered into my hair. I grinned and nuzzled deeper into his chest, relishing in the feel of skin on skin contact.

"Goodnight..."

And with that, he began to softly hum a very peaceful, unfamiliar melody. I was asleep before it even ended.