Hi again,

Sorry for the late update, I've been busy with trying to do school and also thinking of ways to make the story better thus far. I

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Edward suddenly froze, his hands still gripping her. She was just about to ask him what was wrong, her hand reaching out to touch his chin. That's when he became a blur, already thirty feet away from her across the room. She propped her self up on her elbows, shocked and confused. He wound his fingers into tight fists and faced toward the wall. His pants, which she had so skillfully taken off, were back in place, zipped and buckled as if they'd never been askew.

"Bella I'm not so sure about this anymore," he quietly confessed.

Her heart was losing its rhythm, equipped to start racing again. So it seemed that they were back at square one despite the supposed realization he had made to her.

"How can you say that? What about your whole speech? What about, 'I could never hurt you because I love you'…don't you remember just saying that to me? And now you're saying you don't want to do this anymore? I don't understand!" the frustration was beginning to slip out in her voice.

He sighed heavily then lifted his head to stare up at the ceiling.

"I said I'm not sure, not that I don't want to do this anymore."

Then he turned around to look at her, so quickly that she wasn't sure she'd seen him turn at all. But she did see the seemingly tangible pain in his eyes.

"If only you knew how if felt so that you could understand…"

Edward saw a sudden interest in her expression: renewed hope.

'dammit, why did I just say that?'

"Actually, I'm glad that you never , ever will know how it feels." he said in a forbidding tone, shooting down what ever ridiculous immortal hopes that began to pop up in her head.

Disappointment quickly replaced the interest. She dumped her chin on her hand,

"Seems you never want to give me what I want," she sighed.

"What?!" He bellowed in disbelief, "If anything you're being entirely selfish and reckless. You don't even consider the danger, or the torment that you're asking for. If I didn't love you I wouldn't be hell bent on trying to convince some sense into you."

He was furious. He didn't mean to be so callous but he couldn't believe the audacity, the complete irrational remark she'd just made.

"'. . . never give me what I want,' completely absurd," he mumbled under his breathe.

After seeing his reaction she had to admit, it wasn't exactly the best thing for her to say. She knew, with out a doubt, how much he loved her, and would give her the world, the entire universe if he could.

"I'm sorry Edward," her voice so small she could barely hear it with her own ears, but she knew he'd heard her loud and clear.

"I just really want you, and want to share myself with you now, tomorrow, next year . . . next century."

His jaw tightened in response.

"Like I don't feel the same about you?"

'Ha! Whether he realized it or not, he just agreed to spending next century with me, maybe there's hope after all!' She thought in glee, but was careful not to let that hope show in her facial expression.

Bella felt a slight chill on her skin, realizing her nude body again, and how less glamorous it seemed now in the dim moon light, or was it just her confidence leaving her? She couldn't be sure. That's when a strange and terrifying thought came into her head,

"Edward," she began apprehensively .

"Yes?"

"umm, is there something wrong with me?"

"With out a doubt," he smirked over at her.

"I meant physically!" She corrected, dismissing his smart aleck remark "I mean . . . is there something about me that you find unattractive?"

He rolled his eyes at her, sighed once more and said,

"I'll just leave it at this, if I weren't some ravenous vampire, craving to taste every ounce of your addicting blood . . . we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, we'd be very busy…if you know what I mean, possibly even going for the third round. Now, does that answer your question?"

She sheepishly averted her eyes from the unintentional lure his topaz eyes held on her, while her cheeks danced between colors of pink and red.

"I've got about a thousand ideas running through my mind right now of the many ways I'd like to touch you." He marveled at her, reclining on the sheets (what was left of them anyway).

Her eyes swiveled back over to him. He smirked, crookedly. She smiled, the color in her cheeks deepening.

"It's just . . . much more difficult now. I…this…you", he stammered.

He seemed to be falling apart in front of her, trying to walk a tight line between loving her and killing her. Then again, there was nothing that he couldn't do: if he had to walk a tight line, he certainly could, as nimble as a cat. His stance was more relaxed now, she was glad that his anger had subsided, his fists no longer dangerously clenched.

She decided to try approaching him now that he seemed less livid.

"Give me just a few seconds more please, and by seconds I mean minutes."

She plopped backward on the bed in defeat.

"Fine."

'. . . extremely overestimates my restraint' he chuckled to himself.

"You're scent is exceptionally powerful right now Bella, it's as if you've been ripped right open, each delectable morsel of you offered to me on a condemning plate."

She unwillingly gulped at the comparison he made between food and her body.

"When I had you, in that position just now, I felt your warm blood throbbing in your flesh beneath my hands, taunting almost and… I had every motive in me to sink my teeth right into you, to let that warmth pool rapidly in my mouth, glide so easily toward the back of my throat."

Bella looked at Edward, he was slightly shaking, so was the room, and the bed she lay on. That's when she realized that he'd actually struck a nerve.

"What's the matter? I thought you were eager for me?" another sly smile broke across his lips as he took half a steep forward.

"Well, you're not exactly making it any easier for your self when you talk like that."

"Hmmm, you're right," another step in her direction

'okay Bella, he's just trying to mess with your head. Don't let it get to you. Oops, too late. Umm, okay why does he have that sadistic, serial killer look on his face? Wait! No, no don't think that way remember? Let him know you're not afraid'

"Are you trying to scare me or something?" she tried to sound indifferent, tough, while focusing entirely on the strands of hair searching for split ends.

"Trying? No, not at all," he huffed.

He stalked closer and closer to her until he was standing at the foot of the bed.

He was suddenly like a magnet, or maybe she was terrified, her eyes couldn't leave his face. Edward put his knee on the bed and began to crawl back up to her. He positioned him self on top of her, then cocked his head in interest as if she was some kind of interesting specimen in a glass.

Then, he bent his face down to her.

"I think I've lived long enough to know the difference between things that I can and can not handle."

Her breaths were uneven, short and jagged. Her fear was ebbing away now and mixing with that familiar, aching desire.

"On that note, I want to make a deal," he continued in a dangerously seductive tone.

"I'll give you what ever you want, when ever and how ever you want it,"

Bella's thoughts digressed into an unintelligible stupor. Was he trying to make her crazy? She was afraid she'd go into shock, her heart beat at triple speed, and she felt like her body would melt straight through the sheets beneath him into a warm liquid pool that she'd eagerly let him drink.

"On the account of two things," he continued, transitioning into a more formal voice.

"a-and what's that?" She asked, nearly breathless.

"First, I'm not changing you,"

'Great, no surprise there,' she thought to her self.

"I'm sure I'll be able to change that eventually," confidence exuding her.

"Bella . . . !?" He warned with strained temperance.

She sighed,

"Okay, well what's the second thing?"

He suddenly looked defeated, looking away from her eyes. There was a long silence as he struggled to piece together the right words,

"Er, I'd rather not return the favor."

She was befuddled with what he was mentioning. He could see incomprehension settle into her brows.

He closed his eyes tightly, placing his hand on his forehead.

'Is he . . . embarrassed?,' Bella wondered in observance.

"What I'm trying to say is, I'm not strong enough to taste you . . . there."

"Oooohh," she said finally understanding.

"Well, that's something I definitely know Ill eventually be able to change. However, as you wish."

She playfully winked at him and he roared in laughter once more that night.

"So you'll do . . . anything I want huh?" Endless, exciting possibilities latched onto her mind and body, one right after the other.

He smiled back at her with questioning feverish eyes,

"That's the agreement."

Bella was silent, thinking about the deal he had just made, the most irresistible deal she'd ever been offered. Finally deciding on an idea, she leaned into him to whisper in his ear.

Edward's eyebrows shot up in surprise, he turned to see a naughty smile spread across her lips.

"Is that even possible?"

"Well, why don't we find out?"

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Yay! He's deciding to play along, I'm so glad! Lol. So what's the verdict? Good so far or no? I'll have no idea unless you tell me!!!

-Lissa