A/N: Kaaaaaay, here we go!

P.S. Thank you Adrena, for being so awesome:) And thank you everyone who likes this story! I hope this is good!

Oh, and umm... you guys were right. I think unless I wanna kill my beautiful beta, I won't be able to get this all wrapped up in one chapter. Therefore, I give you Edward and Bella part 2.

Note: the album is "Clarity" by Jimmy Eat World. This is some classic shit, my friends. It's meant for makin' the love. Especially, but not limited to, track 10, aka "For Me This is Heaven."

BPOV

I hopped on my bed and watched Edward drop his book bag next to the door before he sighed heavily. "Long day?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yeah," he said tiredly as he scrubbed a hand down his face. "I just wanna take a nap." With those words, he crawled up next to me on the bed and smashed his face into one of my pillows.

I sat there and stared at him, unsure of what to do now. We'd been hanging out for the past six weeks, but I still wasn't entirely sure what all of this meant. Were we dating? Were we in a real, actual relationship? It seemed like it, but I'd never had the guts to actually bring it up, and Rose and Alice always told me asking is the kiss of death for a budding relationship.

I'd kept my silence and hoped that he would lead the way, but so far...nothing. I had no idea if he considered me his girlfriend or if I was just a friend with benefits. We hung out a lot, and lord knows we'd had plenty of sex, but the question still niggled at the back of my mind, taunting me.

So here I sat, awkwardly, just waiting for some sort of recognition of the situation we were in. He was really just going to lay there and take a nap on my bed? What was I expected to do, go up and cuddle with him? Or...should I leave him alone? I should probably just grab my textbooks and start on my homework. I glanced back at him swiftly and saw his eyes closed and his face relaxed. I clenched my jaw and went to stand, but a large hand wrapped around my wrist. "Where you goin'?" he mumbled sleepily into the pillow.

My eyes shot to his face once more and I licked my lips. "Um, well, I was just gonna let you sleep and go do some homework..." I replied nervously.

I saw a cute grin cross his face before he exerted enough pressure on my wrist for me to get the idea. He pulled me up the bed until I was laid out beside him. He let go of me and wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him until I could tuck my face into the space between his chin and his collarbone. I laid there stiffly for a time, feeling conflicted about the position I was in.

As hard as I'd tried to fight it, as long and bloody as the battle should have been, I'd fallen in love with Edward Cullen within a week of our first time sleeping together. He was funny and smart, and he was just a great guy.

The only problem was I didn't know how he felt about me. So I kept my mouth shut and hoped that he would come out and say how he was feeling before I finally fessed up to my own emotional attachment to him.

After about five minutes of me laying there stiff as a board, Edward's body arched away from mine and he peeked down at me. "Bella, what's wrong? Why are you so tense?"

My eyes went wide as I tried to think up some plausible explanation. I was a horrible liar, but he hadn't known me that long, so it might be possible to make him believe me. "Oh, um, I was just worried about a test I took in math today," I replied with only the slightest tremor in my voice.

My mom always told me she could tell I was lying because my voice shook. I'd tried for years to get rid of such a telling sign, but apparently I still wasn't successful. I stared at his shoulder that was covered by a red t-shirt and hoped he hadn't noticed my shaky voice.

He pulled away even further and sat up a bit as he looked down at me. His warm hand cupped my chin and turned my face until my eyes met his. "Why are you lying?" he asked with curiosity in his tone. Luckily, I didn't detect any anger.

"I...wait, how do you know I'm lying?" I asked, confused.

There was a slight smile on his face as his index finger reached up to smooth the wrinkle between my eyebrows. "Well, first off because you blush. Now, you blush a lot, so that in itself isn't a sign you're lying...but then, you get this little wrinkle between your eyebrows, and your voice shakes. You're a terrible liar."

I gaped at him, wondering how he'd noticed that much about me. I guessed that meant he'd been paying more attention than I'd given him credit for. "Umm..."

He dropped his hand and flopped onto his back, bringing one arm behind his head. I pushed up on my hand so I was reclined beside him. He turned to look at me and pushed once more. "So, why are you really freaking out?"

I looked down at the comforter on my bed, drawing lazy circles with my fingertip. "It's not important, really."

He released a long-suffering sigh and moved his arm from behind his head to drape it over his eyes. "Okay, fine, don't tell me. I'll just get it out of you the hard way," he replied calmly.

I stiffened. "What's the hard way?" I asked cautiously.

Without warning, Edward sat up and attacked my sides with his fingers, digging them in and wiggling them around. I squealed and writhed on the bed, gasping for mercy as he chuckled down at me. "Ready to spill?" he demanded.

"Uncle! Uncle!" I yelled. He released me and I sat up panting. "You're evil!" I shouted as I grabbed my other pillow and hit him square in the face with it.

He pushed it away and laughed heartily. "Well at least now you have a smile on your face. I was beginning to wonder if you'd spent the day moping around to Bright Eyes or Elliot Smith."

I snickered and his eyes lit up. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?" he asked with a goofy grin.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. "Sure..."

"Okay, why do I wish my grass was emo?" he asked.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing before the punch line. "Why?"

"So it would cut itself!" he responded with more fanfare than the silly joke deserved.

I snorted a laugh as he reached out to wrap his arms around me. He pulled me into his lap and reclined back against my headboard. "Okay, now that we have that out of the way, you can tell me what's up."

Edward didn't look like he was going to budge. I pursed my lips and tried to distract him with small kisses along his jaw, but he evaded my mouth and grumbled. "You know, this would be a lot easier if you'd just tell me what was on your mind. I hate it when something's wrong with a girl, but they make me drag it out of them like I'm pulling their manicured nails out with a set of pliers."

His slightly irritated tone surprised me, and I sat back to look at his face. His green eyes flashed with annoyance and I found myself spilling before I knew what hit me. "Well, I mean, it's just that I don't know what we're doing, you know? I mean, Alice and Rosalie told me I should never ask a guy if he's my boyfriend, and so I've been trying really hard to just go with the flow and accept things as they come, but I'm just really confused about what you want with me and..."

"Whoa, whoa. Clip the strings, Chatty Cathy. Where did all this come from? I thought you and I were on the same page," he said, holding his hand over my mouth to silence me.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared back at him. I decided a sneak attack was in order to get him back for the tickling, so I licked his hand and he just laughed. "Nice try, babe, but I've had your tongue all over me at this point. Licking my hand won't gross me out."

I harrumphed and my shoulders drooped. He evidently took this as an invitation to speak. He dropped his hand and smoothed my hair back from my face before dropping a kiss on my nose. "I am your boyfriend and as far as 'what I want with you,' well, I want to be with you. I thought you knew that, especially since I've hardly seen my dorm room in like almost two months."

My eyes went wide and hopeful and he chuckled. "Was there something else?" he asked.

"Well, I...guess not," I mumbled. There would be no way I was going to admit I was in love with him this soon. No way.

"Bellaaaa...I see that mind of yours working. Do I need to grab my pliers?" he coaxed as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I sighed. "Ugh! Okay, fine. I'minlovewithyou."

His eyebrow quirked and he said, "Come again?"

My eyes narrowed on his as I spit it out once more. "I'minlovewithyou!"

Comprehension dawned on his face and he tossed his head back to laugh. I felt a swell of frustration and disappointment in my belly as his rejection washed over me. I made to scoot away from him so I could gather some of my shredded dignity, but he reached out and dragged me back to his side. "I see. So this is why you've been so nervous today."

I pushed against his chest and escaped from him to crawl off my bed in a huff. I spun around to face him with my hands planted on my hips and gave him my best glare. "Edward, I think you should leave," I said through clenched teeth.

The smile was wiped from his face. "Bella, wait...I wasn't laughing at you. I wasn't..."

I held up a hand to cut him off. "It took a lot of fucking courage for me to admit that to you, and you just fucking laughed. Whatever. I take it back. I'm an idiot for ever getting involved with you. I should have known."

Edward's face was angry now as he reared up and bounded off the bed to stand over me. "Why don't you hear me out before you go all ape shit on me?" he demanded.

I flinched at his tone and looked down at his shoes. He was wearing his black and white Vans today, I noted absently. He growled above me and I wondered what was going through his head. I looked up to see him run his hands through his hair, gripping it tightly before he dropped his hands to his sides and made a lame attempt to reach for me.

"I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at the situation. You looked so terrified, as if you were about to tell me something horrible or devastating. And then when you said you were in love with me, it just was so cute and you were just so cute...I just couldn't help myself. I was relieved you weren't saying you wanted to break up, or you thought my penis was too small, or that you suddenly decided to go lesbian...which, for the record, I'd be okay with. So long as I get to watch."

I searched his eyes and he looked sincere. He grinned and I felt my shoulders relax. Now if I could just find the balls to ask him if he felt the same way.

He took a deep breath and looked down at me, square in the eye. "It's just fuckin' crazy," he mumbled, as if to himself.

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?" I hoped he wasn't calling me crazy, or so help me...

He rubbed his eyes roughly with the heels of his hands before looking down at me helplessly. "It's crazy that we've only been together for a month and a half, and yet here we are throwing the L word around."

I felt my spine stiffen. My tone, however, was even stiffer. "Well, if that's the way you feel, maybe I should take it back. I don't want to seem 'crazy,'" I replied, using air quotes on the last word.

His hands were back pressing on his eyes as he emitted a frustrated groan. "Ugh! Bella! Would you listen to me? Why do you have to jump to conclusions every time I say something? I'm not saying this shit to piss you off or hurt your feelings; I'm trying to say that I'm in love with you, too!"

Maybe his words would have sunken in sooner if his tone hadn't been so annoyed. I stood there for a moment feeling chastised before I realized what he'd just said. When the words did seep into my logical side, I gasped quietly and stared up at him with wings beating in my heart. "You...do?" I asked with wonder.

Edward gripped my upper arms and shook me lightly. "I swear to god, if I didn't love you, I wouldn't put up with this insane moping you've been doing all day."

That was good enough for me. I let loose a tiny ecstatic squeal before reaching up on my tiptoes so I could throw my arms around his shoulders. His arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me tightly. I sighed when his face was buried in my hair and I could smell his musky aftershave. After a moment, I pulled back and took him by the hand to lead him back to the bed.

We sat down and I suddenly felt awkward and shy. I worried my upper lip as he stared at my hand in his. Finally, I broke the silence. "So..." I began.

Edward looked up at me and smiled gently. "What's wrong now?" he asked with sarcasm in his voice.

I pff'ed at him and tried to think of something. "When did you first know?" I asked, referring to when he first realized he was in love with me.

He laughed. "Bella, I'm a guy. We don't talk about this shit."

I smacked his arm playfully. "Fine, I'll tell you when I first knew."

He smiled at me indulgently and motioned for me to go ahead. "When you showed up here and said you'd like to be my first time. I felt like it meant you wanted to take care of me and make it special," I explained.

"...How do you know I wasn't just lying in bed in a cold sweat with a raging hard on?" he asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "Edward, you may think you can fool me, but I know that at least part of your reason was chivalry."

He arched a perfect eyebrow at me and I did the same, challenging him. "So, what you're saying is, you think it was chivalrous for me to come here and take your virginity?"

Well, when he put it like that, I sounded like a complete moron. I sighed. "Whatever. I just think it was sweet. You didn't want me to be hurt or disappointed, and I get that now."

He let out a self-derisive snort. "It wasn't sweet, Bella. I came here because I couldn't keep my mind or my hands off you a second longer. I was insane with jealousy at the idea of you going with someone else. I wanted heads to roll when you said you'd go for Jacob Black or one of the other guys. I wasn't even romantic, for crying out loud."

Well, that certainly put a new spin on things. "So, you wanted me, huh?" I asked with a smile.

EPOV

This girl was trying to kill me. For someone so intelligent, she was certainly unobservant when it came to what was happening between us. I hated talking about my feelings. I'm a dude. Dudes keep it all inside and eat rocks and grow beards and smoke pipes in their silk bathrobes.

They didn't sit here and talk about how they fell in love with their girlfriend.

Still, I could tell this was important to her, so I tried to get past my internal Man Critic and explain some things. "Well, there wasn't one specific moment in time or anything. It just started and built up and now it is what it is," I said with a shrug. That sounded pretty good to me.

She sighed and leaned her chin on the palm of her hand. Bella always gave me that look, and though I thought it was cute, I also found it really frustrating because I couldn't tell what she was thinking. "It's funny, you know, how I feel like I'm the one with the pliers now," she mused.

Dammit, she was right. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her softly along her cheek until I reached her lips, brushing them softly before she pushed me back playfully. "So, I bet you dream about the scent of my hair and find yourself haunted with the memory of my touch, don't cha?" she joked.

I laughed. "Okay, that's it. I'm cutting you off from those books Alice has been lending you."

She laughed with me and I took her hands in mine, deciding to give a little. "You're a cool girl, Bella. I fell in love with you because you're different. You make me laugh, and you're fun to talk to. I love hanging out with you, because you're real and you aren't afraid to be yourself. It drives me crazy when you try to hide what you're thinking, because you shouldn't. You can trust me. I'm crazy about you."

That confession took a lot out of me, but it wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before she whispered, "Thank you," in my ear. I shuddered as her breath ghosted over my skin, making my dick twitch.

While she leaned into me, I took a big sniff of her hair and looked at her. "And for the record, you smell really good. But it's not your scent I dream about," I said with a wicked grin.

She choked on a laugh and slapped my chest. "You're such a dork!" she said.

I gaped at her. "A dork? Did you just call me a dork?" I feigned offense as she tried to cover up her words.

"Well, I mean..." But I didn't give her a chance to explain, instead tossing her back onto the bed and attacking her with tickles. "Ahhh! Edward, NO! Ahhhh!"

I pinned her hands above her head with my left hand as my right hand continued tickling her sides. She squirmed and her face turned red as she laughed and squealed. "Okay, okay! You're not a dork!"

I didn't relent. "Say you think I'm manly!" I commanded.

"You're manly!" she gasped.

"Now say you think I'm a god among men, especially in bed!" I went on.

She laughed and I dug in further. She panted. "You're a manly god among men, especially in bed!"

I withdrew my hands and chuckled. "Okay, okay, flattery will get you everywhere."

Bella tried to sit up, but I was still pinning her hands down. Suddenly, the situation shifted from fun to something less innocent. I was lying on top of her, and her breasts were pressed against my chest. I felt her nipples harden and my dick responded in kind. She squirmed against me and I saw her eyes get dark as she licked her shaking lips.

I dipped my head down and brushed my lips against her smooth mouth. Our breath mingled as I pressed more of my weight into her yielding curves. She was so soft and perfect and fuck I was hard. The things I wanted to do to her.

But now was not the time for that. Right now, I needed to man up and give my girl some of that romance I'd promised her. I crawled off the bed and turned off her bedroom lights before drawing the curtain and leaving the room in shadows. The dorm suite was too quiet, so I put on Bella's favorite album and I turned back to the bed to see her smiling sweetly at me. "How's this?" I asked, feeling nervous because this was the first time I'd ever tried to actually make love.

I felt like an idiot, but I had to at least try. This girl was important to me, more important than any girl I'd ever been with by far. I wanted to make sure I was doing this right, but all I knew how to do was fuck her brains out.

Still, I maintained a calm exterior as I struggled to relax and let this happen. If I didn't chill the fuck out, I was gonna end up fumbling around like a newbie all over again...and that just wouldn't do.

BPOV

Edward turned to me and asked, "How's this?"

The first song was filling my room and I smiled at him, realizing exactly what he was trying to do. He seemed to hesitate halfway between the computer where the music was playing and my bed, where I was lying. He looked like he was unsure about something, so I spoke up. "It's perfect," I said.

He seemed to relax a little bit as he continued forward toward the bed. I reclined on one elbow and watched his movements as he climbed onto the mattress. He was hovering over me on his hands and knees and I decided to take the initiative this time. I leaned up to capture his mouth in a kiss, throwing in as much gratitude and love as I could.

We pulled apart and Edward smiled down at me nervously. I reached up to stroke my hand through his hair, because I knew he liked it. "Be gentle with me; it's my first time," he murmured as he looked down at me with a soft smile.

I wondered what he meant. "Your first time?" I asked, confused.

He dropped kisses along my collarbone before replying. "My first time trying to make...make..." he trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

I decided to help him out. "Make love?" I finished for him.

He nodded and smiled gratefully. "It's always sounded so corny to me, but I want to try...for you. I'll be honest, I don't have any fucking clue what I'm doing, but I figure the basic mechanics are the same, so I guess I'll figure it out."

I laughed and arched my neck up to kiss him. "We'll be fine. Just go with what you feel, I guess."

I wasn't exactly knowledgeable when it came to this, either. I could only do what felt right, and right now, that meant pulling Edward down so he could lie on top of me. He buried his hands in my hair and angled my head to receive his kisses, and I did so enthusiastically. His tongue danced softly with mine, bringing a different kind of pleasure than I had grown accustomed to whenever Edward and I were together.

Usually, it was a fierce and burning desire that clawed its way through my veins and ran rampant through my system. Our lust was primal and base, and never easily quenched. He brought out the animal in me, and I liked to think I did the same to him.

But this...this was a slow and mellow warmth. It climbed through my body like a cozy fire or a cup of hot cocoa. I enjoyed the feeling as the comfortable heat curled through my veins and relaxed me, making me feel desired.

His lips stroked mine as the music swelled around us, and I lost myself in his presence. Edward's hands combed through my hair again and again, gentle and soothing until I began to feel impatient. "Touch me, please," I whispered against his lips.

He moaned a little and his hands glided down my arms before entwining with my own hands. He gripped them tightly for a moment before letting them go so he could pull away a little bit to unbutton the blouse of my school uniform. I watched his unsteady hands slip each button through the hole as his warm breath caressed each inch of exposed skin. I shivered when he parted the fabric and his eyes warmed my skin with the heat of his gaze.

Edward's left hand came to rest on my ribcage just beneath my breast as the fingers on his right hand drew invisible swirling patterns across my torso. The sensation caused goosebumps to break out over my skin, heightening my senses in the process. I felt so sensitive and attuned to him in this moment.

The song changed and became more upbeat, which roused Edward a bit. He became bolder with his caresses by reaching up behind me to undo my bra. His hands were now steady and sure on the piece of blue satin and lace. "I like this," he murmured as his lips brushed along my cleavage.

I laughed shakily. "My boobs, you mean?"

His lips twisted in a smile and he shook his head. "No, your bra. It looks good on you. I like this blue. It suits you."

I was a little bit blown away, but that didn't stop Edward from forging ahead to run his soft lips over my breasts. His path was slow and lazy, and I found the heat and moisture beginning to gather at my entrance.

Judging by his movements, he was nowhere near the point of the actual sex, though. I sighed and resolved to relax into whatever he wanted to do, because it seemed important to him.

His lips ghosted over my nipple and his tongue peeked out to toy with the tip of my sensitive flesh. I hissed in pleasure as he sucked it deeply into his hot mouth before massaging it thoroughly with his tongue. "Mmm, Edward, that feels so good," I breathed weakly.

He pulled away and did the same thing to my other breast. My body began to shake with desire and we weren't even completely naked yet. I reached down to push his shirt up his chest, enjoying the strength of the iron muscles beneath his warm skin. As soon as he stopped kissing me, I tugged the shirt over his head and he helped me get it all the way off.

Edward's warm chest on mine was like heaven. I arched into him and hummed my pleasure. His smile was tender as he wrapped his arms around me, pressing me closer to him. "I love the way your skin feels against mine," he said. I murmured in agreement as we just rubbed ourselves together lazily, like cats.

His hands reached down behind my back to lower the zipper on my skirt. I lifted my hips so he could pull it, along with my underwear, off my legs. He tossed the last bit of my clothing on the floor and I spread my legs to accommodate his hips. His denim-clad erection pressed against my wet heat and we both moaned.

The song changed and the mood became dreamy again. His arms wrapped around me as he rolled us onto our sides. I tangled my limbs with his as we kissed deeply and passionately, breathing through our noses so we wouldn't have to part. His taste was both familiar and wonderful, something I craved whenever I was away from him during the day.

I reached my hands down to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He allowed me to push his jeans down until he could shake them off onto the floor beside the bed. I wasn't surprised to find him going commando, because he usually did. I wrapped my hand around his stiff erection and stroked it a couple of times before he hissed and pulled out of my reach.

I whimpered in disappointment, but he rolled so he was on top of me again. I welcomed him with open arms as he parted my legs with his hands to make room for himself. I bent my legs so my feet were flat against the mattress, and he lowered himself on top of me, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.

He kissed me, and it was slow and sizzling. I felt the warmth beginning to build until it felt like a pleasant fire in my chest.

"I need you," I whispered, hoping that would be what he needed to hear.

Edward's eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. I felt him push into me, and I mewled in my throat at the delicious feel of him. He filled me up slowly, allowing me time to get accustomed to his large size. I felt so much more complete when I was with him like this, and it would have scared me if I hadn't been so focused on the love that was shining in his eyes.

"I love you," he said tenderly as he brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes.

I felt the tears gather at the corner of my eyes. "I love you too," I replied in a whisper.

He began to move gently inside of me. I allowed my eyes to close as he set the perfect rhythm. His skin rubbed against mine, making me feel so connected to him. My legs came up to wrap around his waist as my arms wrapped around his shoulders. He pressed closer to me and buried his face in the nape of my neck.

"So beautiful," I heard him whisper against my heated skin. I shivered and felt the passion begin to climb.

We moved together in perfect harmony for what felt like an eternity as the fire was stoked into a flaming inferno. I gripped his sweaty skin as his thrusts became deeper and more insistent; I welcomed it.

I was so close that all it took was Edward changing the angle slightly to set me off. My body clenched around him as I whimpered and bit off the scream that wanted to escape. I may be in the throes of passion, but I still have roommates.

His grunts and moans reached a fever pitch and he followed me into oblivion, giving himself to me the way I'd just given myself to him. I held him tightly as he rode out his orgasm and mine subsided until it felt like a gentle glow emanating from my heart.

Edward rolled us onto our sides and I reached up to run my fingers through his sweaty hair as he kissed me repeatedly wherever he could reach. "That was...wow. I don't even have words," he said, sounding dazed.

I giggled. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say we figured it out, after all."

He grinned and wrapped his hand around the base of my head to bring it to his shoulder. We lay there, replete and glowing with satisfaction.

"So, we're good?" Edward asked after a time.

"Oh, we're definitely good," I replied with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

Edward chuckled and pulled the blankets up over our rapidly cooling bodies. "And now, we rest...because as soon as I have my energy back, it's back into that skirt with you," he said huskily.

I gaped at him. "What's this? Some sort of Catholic schoolgirl fantasy?" I quipped.

He laughed and nipped at my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine. "You know it, baby!"