EPOV

First Time

I do not own anything. Literally. Even this computer I'm using right now is stolen the local best buy (just kidding. Seriously). Anyway, Twilight. Yeah, not mine.

A drop of sweat fell from my neck, landing silently on the wooden floor beneath me as the lights hit my skin with searing heat. The music seemed to thunder directly in my ears, though I was rooms away from the stereo system.

This was exactly why I didn't attend parties.

They were full of people whom I didn't converse with, music that was played too loud, and dancing that was really just an excuse for spastic movements and public sex. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly enjoying myself.

If it weren't for Alice, I would have already fled the scene.

Well, Alice and the fact that Mike Newton was practically drooling over Bella like a slobbering golden retriever bringing a bone back to their owner. I already knew that Bella didn't have any romantic notions towards Newton—the boy's affects for her were a constant joke within our group—but Bella's civil politeness still urged my jealousy onward. He followed her around all night, pestering her with annoying small talk. I kept a close eye on them, but stayed at least a room away. After all, I was jealous, infatuated, and overprotective, not a stalker. At least, openly.

It was when Newton had corralled Bella next to the dance floor—still chatting aimlessly—that I was approached b the one person who annoyed me more than Newton.

"Edward," She cooed in her fake high pitched voice, leaning over to practically drape her body over mine. I cringed back, almost toppling over in the effort to avoid Jessica's unwanted affections. Normally she was flirtatious, but it seemed she had had a tad too much to drink and her advances were becoming bolder.

Delightful.

"Jessica," I said, nodding and taking a large step back.

She moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around my neck and using it as leverage to hoist herself up to my level. "You're not going to get something to drink?" She inquired. "Loosen up a little?"

Like I would ever loosen up within a mile of this harpy. "I don't drink." I answered tersely, pushing Jessica off me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Newton place his hand at the small of Bella's back, forcing her against a wall. He pressed his body close to hers, whispering something into her ear. My vision shot red, pulsing through my body. My head whipped to the side automatically, searching for Bella's expression. If Bella wanted this—wanted Newton after all—I wouldn't protest. But I knew Bella's expressions better than my own reflection, and she did not look happy. She looked…uncomfortable and nervous.

That was enough reason for me. I pulled away from Jessica without waiting for a response and stormed over to them, putting a threatening hand on his shoulder. Both Newton and Bella looked up to me, shocked. Then suddenly a large smile appeared on Bella's face, radiating relief.

Newton, on the other hand, glared at me with pure contemp. The feeling was mutual.

"Bella," I said coolly, not taking my eyes off Newton, "I think Alice is looking for you in the kitchen."

Bella nodded and wiggled herself away from us, ducking into the kitchen door. I gave Newton one cold nod before walking into the hallway, planning to take a round-about route to join Bella. Just before I reached the kitchen door, however, Newton slammed me against the wall.

"Listen, Cullen, you need to back off." He whispered in a would-be menacing manner. "If you haven't told her yet, then you might as well let it go." He grinned smugly, pushing against my shoulders roughly. "Besides," he sneered, "Bella's out of your league."

Jasper and Emmett came out of the door then, anger in their strides. Apparently they knew something was happening and were planning to intercede.

I shook my head at them, silently saying that I wanted to handle it myself, and they stood back against the wall, where Newton couldn't see them. Without warning, I pushed against my attacker, throwing him so he was pinned instead.

"You right," I said loudly, spitting the words in Newton's scared face. "She is too good for me, but lets get one thing straight—if I'm out of her league then you're not worthy to scrape the dirt off her shoe. And by the way, I can assure you, that whatever little crush you may have for Bella, it doesn't compare to the way I feel about her." I pulled away from Newton, turning towards the stairs. He wasn't worth any more effort.

"You just wanted get in her pants!"

I lunged myself backwards, throwing my fist against his face with what I hoped was enough force to break his jaw, and watched him slumped to the floor. Emmett and Jasper looked eager to throw a few punches themselves, but were kindly waiting until I was done. I bent down until I gazed directly into his worn eyes and said—each word solid in their finality, "I. Love. Her."

With that I moved away from him, thundering past an incredulous Emmett and Jasper, and climbed the stairs. Within seconds I had securely locked myself in my room.

I hated when people simply assumed that my attraction for Bella was simply sexual. I admit, yes a respectable portion was sexual, but not all. I loved Bella's laugh and her mind and… everything.

A small knock sounded at my door, interrupting my inner mind from gazing at Bella. I grabbed the pillow next to me, throwing on my head in exasperation. "Alice" I groaned, exasperated. I should have known my little sister would be the first one up here, begging for inside information about my short tussle with Newton.

Simply perfect.

Then a soft, bell-like voice came from the other side of that barrier and I almost fell out of my bed in shock. "It's not Alice," she said.

I managed—without much success—to smoothly get up and answer the door. As I did, I was having a panic attack. Why was Bella coming to my room?

Then it hit me.

Bella, dressed as a seductress, was coming within a four foot perimeter of my bed.

Shit.

I couldn't help the vivid and…hormonal, visions that swarmed in my mind, telling my not to 'pass up the opportunity'.

No.

Bella disserved better than me.

I took a deep breath and then opened the door.

Nothing—and I mean nothing—could have prepared me for what happened next.

Bella, in all her glory, stared at me with a look of pure determination, and then launched her glorious body at me.

He lips meshed deliciously with mine as the rest of her body followed. I reacted instinctively as we began to fall together and wrapped my arms around her delicate waist before I finally realized what was happing.

Bella was kissing me, and I was sitting here like a moron, completely unresponsive.

Well that wouldn't do.

As soon as this crossed my mind, I pushed my lips hard against hers, hoping to god I wasn't doing terrible at this. I hesitantly let my tongue sweep out, testing Bella's bottom lip.

Nothing in the entire world tasted as divine as Bella. Not cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven or the fudge that you have to import from Belgium just to get right. Nothing.

When Bella finally pulled away for air, I thought about what I wanted to say.

Now, I'd imagined kissing Bella over and over and over and…well, you get the idea—and after that first kiss I would always—hypothetically—say something charming and suave. Something that made her fall head over heels as much as me.

But, of course, I didn't follow plan. The first words that came out of my mouth after I stopped gasping for air were "Have you been drinking?"

Bella—her face wonderfully close to mine—giggled lightly before shaking her head. "No," she said with a hint of amusement. "I've never felt more sober in my life."

That, I quickly decided, was good enough for me.

I bent back down, capturing Bella's lips in a hot, bone-melting kiss. I hoped with all I was that she was enjoying this—that I was being enough for her. One of my hands went up to the back of Bella's head, taking her luscious locks in my hand, intertwining it between my fingers and feeling the beautiful softness.

I tried to properly describe the sensations Bella's mouth and hands and neck were causing to me—besides the sexual way, of course—and I couldn't come up with a word that captured the full intensity this moment held for me.

Just amazing.

I wasn't aware of it happing at first, too absorbed in what Bella's sinful tongue was doing to me –where had she learned to do that?—that I didn't notice we had been moving towards my bed until the mattress hit the back of my legs. I pulled away from Bella at once, searching her eyes for the answers I needed.

Her brown depths showed no hesitation, no fear; only lust and...happiness.

I smiled brightly, flipping our positions and gently pushed Bella back onto the bed.

I climbed up with her until I was almost straddling her waist. I let my eyes rank over Bella's barely clothed form, taking in every inch on the pure magnificence. I wanted to say something to her, to tell her how much I loved her.

But what if, even now, she didn't love me back?

"Edward." Bella whispered, her eyes locking on mine as she lay beneath me. She blushed heavily and I barely held back a groan. "I want this." She said seriously. Her hands grasped my face, as if to hold me with her. I smiled at the thought. Where else would go? "I want you. I know it's going to hurt. I just…I just," her fingers stroked my cheeks gently; "I just need tonight."

I nodded again, at a complete loss for words.

I lowered myself off the bed, my face level with the hells of Bella's boots. I took each one off slowly savoring the moment to kiss the inside of each ankle. Every part of Bella's skin was lovely, every part was beautiful.

I moved upwards, letting my fingers linger on their journey, and gripped the hem of her skirt and looking up to meet her amber orbs. Bella nodded once—as permission. I gently pulled down the offending material, reveling a set of lacy blue undergarments.

Oh God, I mentally groaned, not blue. Anything but blue.

I pushed myself up further, hovering directly above Bella. One of my hands rested her next to her head, holding my weight off her delicate frame while the other reached for the bottom of her shirt. Bella gave me permission once more.

Holy Hell.

Bella was directly beneath me, now in nothing but a matching set of lacy blue lingerie. Once again, Holy. Hell.

This can't be real. This can't be real.

I must have been staring at the sight of Bella's covered chest for a bit too long because she suddenly began to cover herself with her arms. I rapidly pinned her arms down, shaking my head in protest. Bella—the embodiment of pure beauty—should never feel insecure about herself.

"No Bella," I said, perhaps sounding too much like an order. "You're beautiful. So much." Wow, Cullen. I told myself sarcastically, Good job. That was almost a complete sentence.

"There not really my taste," Bella mumbled, embarrassed, as a lovely blush began to form on her cheeks. "Alice's idea."

Thank You, Alice.

Bella's hands came up to wrap around my neck, pulling my lips down to meet hers with a fiery passion. I felt the heat go all the way down to my toes. I was panting by the time we broke apart.

"Edward ," Bella half gasped, half moaned. Officially, that was my most favorite sound in the world. "Clothes. Off. Now."

Damn.

Bella's hands went to my shirt at the same instant mine went to the belt buckle. I Within a second, I was left in nothing but my boxers. In my haste to remove my jeans, I had failed to notice Bella had removed her bra. I swallowed at the sight of her bare torso, my thoughts spinning into oblivion.

I was beginning to grow nervous. Although I had heard and read up on the subject of sex, I really didn't know anything about it. And I wanted to please Bella. To please her more than anything.

All too soon we were kissing again, more deeply than ever before. The last of our clothing hit the floor, and then our bodies were fused together, becoming one.

My nerves seemed to disappear at once. I knew want I was doing. This was all instinct.

It ended when Bella called out my name—her voice miles seeming miles away—and together we finished in a huge, blissful explosion of white.

We lay side by side, our breathing heavy and loud. By the time I looked over to Bella to tell her what that meant to me, how much I loved her, she was asleep. My male ego grew slightly, proud that I could exhaust her so thoroughly.

Wrapping an arm around Bella's waist and pulling up the covers, and resting my head in the crook of her should. I inhaled deeply, the scent of Bella's lavender skin acting like a lullaby.

Good night, Bella. I called to her, silently. I love you.