A/N: Here we go; I hope it lives up to expectations…

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I just drool over Edward.

Previously:

"Well, it's true. I'm counting the days until I can come and show you just how lucky I feel to be with you," I said, laying it on as thick as I thought I could get away with.

She chuckled softly, and I smiled in response. "Edward, when you get home, we'll both be getting lucky," she said.

What??!?!?!? Holy blue balls, Batman! "Bellaaaaaaaa…" I growled.

"K, gotta go, bye Edward! Talk to you soon!" she responded, a little too cheerfully.

Unbelievable! What a tease!

BPOV

Edward would be getting home from the tour today, and I was running around my house trying to channel all my nervous energy into cleaning. I had an estimate of when he'd get here, but I didn't know yet if I should meet him at his house or if he'd be coming here. I just wanted to see him so badly, I would have gladly swam across the English Channel.

I was feeling vaguely pathetic about that, so I tried to give myself a stern lecture on not scaring the poor guy off. I decided to sit down with one of my favorite books and hopefully I would lose myself in it until he got home.

Five minutes later…

Ugh. This book used to suck me in, so what was the deal? Maybe if I skipped to the good part instead of trying to start from the beginning…

Three minutes later…

I'm hopeless. The lead characters are meeting for the first time, and all I can see in my mind is Edward and I. Maybe if I try a different book with characters who don't fall in love… yes, that would be much better.

One hour later…

Okay, so maybe Slaughterhouse wasn't the best choice. I mean, now I felt guilty and completely grossed out at the idea of making steak for dinner. I'd gotten it to make a really nice homecoming meal for Edward, but now my stomach just twisted at the idea. I suppose we could always go out to eat…

Fifteen minutes later…

I threw down my book in frustration. I was completely and pathetically obsessed with Edward, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I might as well just give up the pretense of doing other things and spend the rest of the day lying on my bed, daydreaming about him and listening to his mix CDs over and over again.

My heart began pounding in my chest when I heard a knock on the door. I hadn't even heard a car drive up, so I wasn't expecting anybody. I jumped up, combing my fingers through my hair and taking deep breaths. I crossed to the door and peeked through the peephole, and my heart exploded in joy.

I yanked the door open, a huge smile splitting my face. Edward stood before me with disheveled hair and a scruffy jaw. His clothes were wrinkled and he had a bag in his hand. He looked tired and happy and absolutely breathtaking.

I threw my arms wide open and greeted him with all the enthusiasm bursting through my body. "You're here! When did you get here? How was the drive? Did you get dropped off? Where's everyone else? Never mind that, you're here! You're here!" I said breathlessly.

Edward chuckled, his arms coming to wrap around me. He buried his face in my hair and I heard him breathe in deeply. He sighed. "Bella, you will never know how your scent makes me feel. It's like… home. Whenever I smell you, I know I'm home," he said into my neck.

I shivered at his words, feeling the warmth spread through my veins. I pulled back to look up at his face, my eyes lovingly caressing each detail. I couldn't believe he was here with me, his eyes full of the same happiness reflected in my own.

"I feel the same way about you, Edward. Is that crazy?" I asked shyly.

He smiled crookedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners adorably. "It's not crazy, it's amazing. Where's Charlie?" he asked.

I smirked. "Does it matter?" I responded.

I saw Edward's smile shift slightly and he reached down, swinging me up into his arms. I gasped in surprise; nobody had ever picked me up or carried me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, peppering soft kisses across his face and neck, my hands buried in his messy hair.

Edward carried me up the stairs as if I weighed nothing. I marveled at his strength and grace, almost envious. We crossed the landing and he set me down gently on the floor of my bedroom. I looked around quickly, trying to see if there was anything embarrassing lying about on the floor.

The coast was clear, and I relaxed, my gaze returning to the gorgeous man in front of me. I had to look up quite a bit, because he was so tall compared to my own 5'4". I couldn't stop my hands from reaching up to comb through his soft hair once more.

"Are you tired?" I asked quietly.

He smiled, wrapping his hands into the hair behind my ears. "No, I'm not," he replied, just as quietly.

I swallowed hard. "Do you want to take a shower or anything?"

His smile widened and I saw a look of tenderness cross his face. "If I do, will you come with me? You could wash my back," he said.

I felt the blush climb my cheeks. "O..okay. Yeah, okay. Let me just get you a towel," I stuttered.

I turned to leave the room, but Edward's hand ran down my arm and grabbed my hand, holding it entwined in his as he followed me to the linen closet at the top of the stairs. I grabbed us a couple of clean towels and walked to the bathroom. I was avoiding his eyes, trying to gather myself together internally.

"Are you okay, Bella?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, surprised. Did I look terrified? I realized my nervous excitement was probably translating itself into a look of pure terror on my face, so I tried to relax my facial muscles into a welcoming smile instead.

Finally, I was successful and Edward's stance relaxed in response. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, needing to rise up on my toes to make eye contact with him. "Welcome back, you road warrior, you," I said teasingly.

"It's good to be home," he said simply.

I arched my neck to look up at him and slapped him playfully on the chest. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?" I asked.

His eyes warmed as he stared back down at me, saying, "Oh, I definitely want to but I think we need to clear one little thing up before we get into that."

I pulled back, confused. "What would that be?" I replied.

"This. You and me. Are you sure you're ready? Because I don't want to push you into being my girlfriend if you aren't ready," he said.

I felt relief and joy expand simultaneously in my chest at his sweet words. I laughed at his earnest expression before I said, "You're so silly and sweet. Of course, I'm ready to be with you. If I didn't want to be with you, why would I be so busy trying to get you naked in my shower?"

His face split into a smile and he laughed with me. "I guess not," he said.

I felt something shift in me then, with his warm golden eyes staring down at me. I knew this man was changing my life forever, beginning in this moment. I felt all the love I had locked inside of myself swell up past every single barrier I'd ever built to keep it in. I could no longer defend myself nor deny myself the promise of this chance for everything I'd ever wanted.

My heart beat painfully in my chest, threatening to escape. My body was consumed at once with intense joy and profound bittersweet emotions. I wanted everything Edward could give me; I wanted to wake up beside him every morning and go to sleep curled against him every night. I wanted to have his children grow inside of me and watch them grow. I wanted to die in his arms after a full and happy life.

I wanted Edward and everything that he was and would ever be. Nothing else mattered. I would reach for my heart's desire without fear or hesitation, and if for some reason I was denied, then nobody would be able to say it was because I hadn't given it all I had.

I must have been clutching him tightly because he tried to pull out of my grasp, looking concerned. "Are you sure you're okay, Bella?" he asked once more.

"I'll be right back," I responded before running out of the bathroom, leaving Edward standing there with a look of confusion and hurt on his beautiful face. I went back to my room and quickly scanned my CDs, trying to find something to suit this moment. I found it, threw it in the CD player, cranked the volume and ran back to the bathroom to Edward.

He was sitting on the edge of the tub now, his head in his hands and his back slumped. The music started from the other room and came drifting into the bathroom, and Edward raised his head to look at me. His eyes met mine and I smiled reassuringly as I reached my hand out for him.

Edward stood up, his hand in mine. I bent down and turned on the faucet in the bathtub, starting the shower spray and adjusting the water. I turned back to Edward and kept my eyes on his as I ran my hands up under his shirt, bringing it over his head.

He helped me take his shirt off, and my hands drifted back down over his sculpted muscles. I lowered my eyes to take in the breathtaking sight of Edward's perfect body. He was a perfect landscape of ridges and valleys, smooth and hard all at the same time.

My eyes raised to his once more as my hands dropped to his belt buckle. He smiled that endearingly crooked smile at me an I forged ahead, my hands shaking slightly as I undid his pants and he put his hands over mine so we could push them to the floor together.

My eyes widened in amazement when I took in Edward's impressive length. I hadn't anticipated that he would be so big, but it didn't really matter anyway. I loved him no matter what, and this was just like putting a big red bow on a present that was already totally perfect.

Edward's hand came up under my chin, raising my eyes to his so he could bring his lips to mine softly. This kiss was different from the others; I felt the tenderness and restraint behind it. I knew he must have been feeling the same indefinable energy that I was.

Our warm breath mingled as his hands dropped to my waist, his fingers massaging slow circles on my hipbones. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and pressing my still clothed body against his now nude body.

His callused hands pressed deliciously into my skin, inching beneath my shirt and wrapping around my waist. He was going so slowly, but I understood why. I reached down and brought the shirt up, stretching my arms above my head so he could take it off the rest of the way. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was now just as naked as he was… well, except for my pants.

I felt Edward's molten gaze devouring me like a starving man. I blushed, feeling the heat spread across my chest and up my neck to my face. His eyes held wonder as he stroked across my breasts softly, tentatively.

I was emboldened by his reactions, drinking in every look and touch between us. I pushed my pants off and stepped out of them, ready to take things forward. Edward must have been surprised because his hand flinched when he realized I was now completely naked.

"Bella, I want to take this slowly but I don't know if I'll be able to. I've just wanted you for so long," he whispered into my hair.

"It's okay, Edward. I want you too," I whispered back.

I turned and stepped into the shower, pulling gently on his hand to get him to follow me. Edward stepped into the steamy spray with me and I pushed him under the spray, enjoying the sight of a very naked and wet Edward.

I spent the next ten minutes tending to him with all the love in my heart. I washed his hair, massaging his scalp and enjoying the small groans he elicited. I rubbed him down with soap and worked the knotted muscles in his back and shoulders, leaving no tension behind. I stroked my hands over his body repeatedly, delighting in every texture he had to offer.

Edward's hands were never still, either. He gave me just as much attention by caressing my skin, his fingers drifting over my sensitive nipples as he watched in wonder when they hardened. I watched in amazement as his elegant hands continually ran over my body, looking exactly like they belonged there.

Our kisses became longer and more languorous. His tongue would delve into my mouth, massaging mine deeply as he held me to him under the cooling water. Our wet skin pressed together as we moved together, trying to find a way to get closer together.

Finally, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, paying special attention to each and every drop of water. This was by far the most romantic and erotic foreplay in my experience, and I was so ready for him that I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath.

We walked hand in hand to my bedroom, where the music was still playing. The gentle beat brushed over us, the gentle voice of Sam Beam drifting out of the speakers. Edward smiled down at me, approving of my choice. He walked over and switched the song, and the words melted my heart all over again:

"There is light in my lady's house
And there's none but some falling rain
This like a spoken word
She is more than her thousand names…"

I watched with big eyes as Edward took me in his arms, swaying with me across my bedroom floor. The movement was smooth and I was grateful that my clumsiness did not interfere with this incredible moment.

"No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me…"

His hands brushed over my hair, lifting it and letting it fall back so he could have access to my neck. His soft lips ran over the skin behind my ear, his breath hot as he left a trail of wet kisses in their wake. I shuddered at the wonderful sensations, wishing this moment could last forever.

"It is good in my lady's house
And the shape that her body makes
Love is a fragile word
In the air on the length we lay…"

My hands moved on their own, coming to rest on the back of his neck. I played with his hair and rolled my hips into his gently. His breath caught in his throat and I smiled, knowing he was close to losing his careful restraint with me.

"No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me…"

Edward's mouth came to rest on mine, his lips sliding against mine. I wanted more, so much more. I pulled him with me toward the bed, my eyes holding his golden gaze. He followed me willingly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes narrowed with intensity.

I lay back on the bed, and he came down on top of me. The song ended quietly, but it no longer mattered. We were making our own music now.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, arching myself into his hard body. Edward's skin was so heated that the scent of soap and spice rushed over me, enveloping my senses and drowning me in desire. I bit my lip and met his eyes, all too aware of the love that he must see hiding there behind my own eyes.

"Bella, you are so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at you," he said gruffly.

I gasped, my heart cracking with the beauty before me. "Edward, you've got it backwards. Every time I see you, I feel like I'm seeing an angel or some Greek god," I said breathlessly.

He chuckled as he said, "I'm no angel, Bella. You could tempt me to sin even on my deathbed."

My eyelids fluttered shut and his mouth on mine again, loving me with his lips and his tongue. I couldn't stop shaking; the profound greatness of finding him and having him in my life was absolutely amazing. I wanted it all with Edward, and I wanted him to be inside of me now.

"Edward, could you…?" I began.

I didn't need to finish my question, however, because Edward pushed into me and I felt the stars explode. He fit inside of me perfectly, our bodies joining as if they were made from complimentary moulds. Nothing could ever feel as right as this breath, as this man buried deep inside of me.

He did not move right away, giving me time to adjust to his size. He brushed my hair back from my face, his eyes turbulent but his smile tender. "Dear god, Bella…" he said in a strained voice.

Tears came to my eyes as I said, "It's okay, Edward."

His breath whooshed out and he began to move slowly, taking the time to plunge into me all the way before pulling out almost completely. Each thrust brought me closer to the storm gathering deep inside. I threw my head back, my eyes clenching shut as I lost myself in the awe-inspiring feeling of Edward's body in mine.

Edward's moans were so exciting; his hands firm but still gentle on my hips. I felt the breathy moans issuing from my chest, but I was too lost to say anything more. We moved together in the ancient choreographed dance.

The sensations in me began to swell, the feelings becoming too great to sustain. Our bodies were glued together with sweat, his hands weaved in my hair and mine gripping his hips for dear life. I was prepared for the storm when it came, rushing over me like thunder and pelting rain.

My heart stopped and I couldn't stop the tide of words from my mouth. "Edward! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!" I cried.

Edward's orgasm followed close behind mine, his body emptying into mine. The silence around us became thick with our deep satisfaction.

His forehead dropped to mine as he pulled out of my body, lying down beside me on the bed. I pouted for a moment, but he turned me and curled himself around me, his hand trailing across my hair. I felt his lips caressing my ear when he whispered, "I love you too, Bella."

A/N: Whew! Okay, so that was my first non-raunchy sex scene. I really wanted to make it beautiful and loving and not cheesy, so I hope I succeeded. Did I do okay? Were you cheesed out? I hope not! Edward is so overly romantic in my mind, I wanted to translate that. Anyway -HIE