A/N:

Hi everyone, thank you so much for all the reviews I got for the first chapter.

I just wanted to say that I will put warning for lemons so for those of you who would rather not read any explicit scene's need not worry. I will then do a little author's note at the end explaining anything that was said or that happened which was of any particular importance.

There is a slight lemon in this one but I don't think it really need's a warning because they are only really kissing and it just talks about feeling's. I am new to writing lemons though so if what I have written makes anyone uncomfortable then please review and tell me so I know what warrants a warning.

Also, it came to my attention that you aren't allowed to post lyrics on this site so I won't be doing that for this story but I do think that Avril Lavigne- Innocence is a good song that represents Bella's feelings in this chapter.

The large red brick building that stood proudly before me radiated power. It screamed a mixture of promise and intimidation as I stood on the green lawn in front of several tables, each advertising a particular good cause, sororities, clubs and activities. I was overwhelmed by not only the beauty of the place but by the amount of people there. It seemed I had become sensitive during my time at Forks; in Phoenix large groups hadn't overwhelmed me, I had expected them. This however, was something I hadn't imagined. It was pure chaos.

I stumbled through the crowds of people, bumping into every person I passed along the way.

"Excuse me."

"Pardon me."

"Coming through."

I tried my best to be polite and pleasant as I was shoved around and began to wonder if it was wise to leave Christopher at home. He'd have made sure I got through safely; people would most likely have cleared a path for him.

I had no time to dwell on these thoughts however, because soon I was thrust into the throngs of people at the admission office; the first stop of my day where I would receive my schedule and reading list.

There were three queues which were organised by the initials of students.

"Those of you whose surname begins with the letter's A-G, join line one! If your surname begins with H-R then you need line two and line three are for those of you whose surname begins with the letter S or below." A woman frantically called out as students bumped and bustled into the confined space with no real order.

I made my way to line three with no real trauma, only a few bruises and waited patiently.

"Hi, I'm Leanne Wilks." A pretty girl with dark brown hair turned to face me with a hand held out. She had high cheekbones, a large smile and was dressed casually in a pair of black converse, black combat trousers that hung low on her slim hips and a bright pink vest top that matched the pink streaks in her hair.

I quickly rubbed my sweaty palm against my leg before I grasped her hand in mine with a relieved smile playing on my lips. "I'm Bella Swan; it's nice to meet you."

"So what are you studying?" She asked politely and I noticed that she seemed slightly nervous also.

"English." I said quickly. "What about you?"

She beamed at me and clapped her hands excitedly. "I'm doing English too. This is so cool at least I'll know someone in class now." She looked around a little. "I feel like everyone knows someone and quite honestly, I feel a little lost." She laughed at her confession.

My smile grew larger on my face as we shuffled forward in the queue. "I feel exactly like you do, don't worry. Maybe we should just cling to each other and hope for the best." I joked.

As we waited in line, we talked about our lives and how we ended up at Harvard. She grew up in a small town in Virginia named Floyd. She had an elder sister and brother, her parents were still happily married and she was desperately missing her dog named Chi Chi.

Leanne and her boyfriend of two years had parted happily, each of them knowing that a long distance relationship wouldn't work with them at separate colleges and as she put it; "I need a rebound guy. Someone who's happy with meaningless sex and is happy with having a commitment free relationship." She giggled a little. "Do you think that will be hard to find?"

From what I knew of men, I was sure it wouldn't be.

"So Bella, are you living on campus?" After receiving our schedules, shopping for our books and looking for the lecture halls we would be in; we decided a Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino was needed.

I settled myself on one of the comfortable brown sofas that Starbucks held. "No I live just around the corner. Christopher was the one that found it and sorted it all out, I hadn't even thought about where I was going to live." I admitted.

Leanne took a sip from her cup as I scooped a bit of freshly whipped cream from my own. "Who's Christopher?"

I realised I hadn't mentioned him yet. "Oh, he's my boyfriend." I didn't really know what to tell her. I didn't know what Christopher would be happy with me telling her.

She just looked at me. "That's it?" She raised an eyebrow. "I've just told you my whole life, including the time when I was six and Brody Lesson pushed me off a swing and grazed my knee and all I get about your boyfriend, who you live with I might add; is his name?"

I shrugged my shoulders a little and smiled as a blush formed on my cheeks. "There's nothing much to say. We've officially been together for a couple of months now; he moved here to be with me."

"Does he work? How old is he? Is it serious? How great is the sex?" She rattled off a series of question's that would make Jessica proud as my blush on my cheeks grew.

I cleared my throat. "He doesn't work. He doesn't need to; his parents died and left him a lot of money. He's not a snob though." I quickly added as I saw her eyes shadow with assumptions. "He's 23 so he's a few years older than me but it doesn't bother us. I'm old for my age." I laughed a little and prayed that she wouldn't notice my avoidance of her final question.

She did.

"Sex?" She asked again. I was beginning to think that sex was an extremely important part of her life.

My face shone like a beacon as I struggled to answer her. "Well...erm...we...wehaventdoneityet."

"What?" She didn't hear through my hushed tone and rushed words.

"We haven't done it yet." I admitted as I looked at my hands in embarrassment.

The silenced that graced my ears stretched on and once I gathered the courage to look up, I was greeted with a look of disbelief.

"You live together and you haven't slept together yet?" She seemed to ask in both awe and disgust.

"We haven't really discussed it." I admitted as I thought back to my time with Edward. I could hardly explain that in fact; my 23 year old boyfriend was actually a vampire with 160 un-dead years added on to that figure who may crush me if he were too excited. With this in mind, I realised that Christopher wasn't as careful with me as Edward had been. Our kisses were much less guarded and restricting yet we hadn't actually crossed the boundary where wandering hands was acceptable. I didn't know if we ever would.

"But you do want to? Don't you?" This conversation was very personal between people who had only been friends for a few hours but I felt as though I'd known Leanne for longer.

"I guess so." I sighed. "We just haven't discussed it."

Leanne became extremely thoughtful for a few moments before leaning over to me and placing a concerned hand over my own. "Bella, I don't want to offend you but have you ever considered that...he's gay?"

She looked genuinely worried and I couldn't help the large guffaw that escaped my lips. Once I finished and wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes, I explained my outburst. "Christopher's definitely not gay. Wait until you meet him; he screams masculinity." I promised.

She smiled at me then. "Well I look forward to meeting him then."

We settled into a comfortable silence. "I just can imagine a life without sex."

Those final words gave me a lot to think about.

"Honey I'm home." I giggled as I unlocked the door to our apartment and walked into the living room.

"I'm in the bedroom." Christopher's soft voice called through the apartment and when it reached my ears a shiver ran down my spine.

Excitement coursed through my veins as I walked towards the source of that voice. Pushing open the door to our room, I gasped in shock at the scene that was laid out before me.

Where light should be falling through the window, there was darkness due to the blinds that had been lowered. Where my bed would normally sit in the centre of the room with only a duvet and some pillows, it was now used as a table that held a vast array of food. Christopher stood by the door with a smile that made my toes curl within the confines of my shoes. Bathed in candlelight; he held a large bouquet of blood red roses in his hand as he stepped softly towards me.

"I really missed you today." He whispered softly as his head leant to mine. Running the tip of his nose against my cheek, he breathed my scent deeply before dropping his head to my shoulder where he placed a loving kiss.

"Christopher, what is all this?" I breathed, still in shock as I took the flowers from his hand.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face before ushering me over to the bed. "I wanted to do something to celebrate your first day and to tell you that I'm proud of you." I sat down on the comforter and let the delicious smells assault my senses.

"I'm sorry it's nothing special, I had to get everything in readymade boxes with cooking instructions." He chuckled a little as he sat beside me; no doubt remembering his disastrous cooking attempts.

Picking up a strip of chicken in breadcrumbs, he dipped it in a sauce that lay in a dish beside it before raising the food to my lips and placing it inside my mouth.

Once I had finished chewing he leant forward and placed a soft kiss to my lips. "Mmmm, you know food actually tastes nice from your lips." He murmured against my mouth as my breath caught in my throat.

Any embarrassment that I would normally have, flew from my mind as I answered him. "Do you know what else taste good on my lips?" My voice was husky as he traced his lips down the side of my neck to my shoulder.

"Hmmm?" His hum sent vibrations to my heart.

"You." His growl sounded harshly in the room before his lips attacked mine once more. I moaned into his mouth as his cold tongue pried my lips apart. He hands cupped my face softly as his tongue played with mine, teasing and caressing within my mouth.

Bringing my hands to his shoulders, I braced myself against him as I tried to force him back onto the bed; Leanne's word's playing over in my mind.

I just can't imagine a life without sex.

Tearing away from me for a second, Christopher's hand shot out followed closely by the sound of shattering dishes against our wooden floor. With no time to understand or realise his actions, I was thrown back on the bed as he held himself above me.

The pit of my stomach began to flutter in a familiar feeling as one of his hands rested on my hip, holding me beneath him as he licked and nipped lightly against my neck. I trailed my fingers against the hard planes of muscle that were evident through his shirt and willed my hands to stop shaking as I began unbuttoning the fabric that hid his chest.

His lips pulled away from mine abruptly and with a breath of air, he was across the other side of the room.

"What are you doing?" His breathing matched my own; heavy and desperate.

Lifting myself from the bed, I approached him with caution as he paced against the wall. Standing in front of him, I took a deep breath, my face still flushed from my physical excitement.

"I want you." I breathed, hoping that this was all he needed to know; all he needed as encouragement.

It wasn't. He stopped suddenly and his body tensed.

"What did you say?" His voice was deep and harsh; almost threatening.

"I want you." My voice had lost some of its conviction as the passion in the room died.

He faced me fully and took a step towards me, a look of thunder on his face as he towered over me.

"Have you lost your mind?!" He roared and I flinched back a little. "It's not possible Bella!"

"How do you know?" I murmured, embarrassment flooding me as I realised I was begging him to take me.

"Because it's not." He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "You lose control when it happens; it's all about the moment and how good it feels...I don't know I'd be able to keep you safe." His voice was softer but the anger in his voice was still present.

"Well then stop protecting me!" I exclaimed. "I'm not afraid of you and I know you would never hurt me, no matter how far gone you are."

He glowered down at me in obvious disapproval of my outburst. "You don't know enough about this subject to comment Bella." He ground out between clenched teeth and his words pierced me.

"No, but you do don't you?" Bitterness crept into my voice that I couldn't hide. "How many woman have you been with exactly?"

He stepped back again until his back pressed against the wall. "I'm not telling you." He growled softly.

"Ten, twenty, two hundred?" I couldn't stop the taunting words from coming out of my mouth. I stepped towards him so that I was pressed against him; anger and hurt filling my being.

"Is it really that you're scared of hurting me or do you just not want me?" Tears of rejection began to fill my eyes and before I could comprehend anything, I was spun around with my back pressed against the wall, my hand's gripped above my head in one of his own.

His other hand reached around my thigh and lifted my leg so that it rested against his hip as he ground his obvious arousal against my centre. "Don't ever doubt that I don't want you." A growl vibrated through his chest and teased my nipples, hardening them in excitement and promise.

I whimpered softly against him. "This can't happen." They were his last words before I was left standing alone with only the sound of the front door slamming behind him.