We rolled around in the bed, our lips superglued together, a wave of electricity coursing through us as his hands slid under my t-shirt to rest on my underwear clasp. I realized what he wanted, so I pulled my lips from his and put my arms around my chest. I glared at the god as I tried to control my breathing. He looked stricken, when a gorgeous smile grazed his face.

"That was some makeout." He smirked, his crooked smile beaming at my embarrassment…. again.

"Yeah, well hope you got your fill of it cause we wont be doing any others." I barked back. I was seated on the edge of the bed, staring at the wallpaper while he was at the other end. Suddenly two arms came around my sides lifting me and placing me in the center of the bed while he lay next to me.

He stared into my eyes for a good half hour or so, just trying to penetrate my mysterious being with his intense gaze.

As for me, I learned he had these little gold sparks around in his green orbs. The way the green contrasted with the pale white of his skin made me think of some exotic oasis, like in the Mummy 2.

After learning that I was impenetrable, he spun me around as he placed his hands on my stomach and pulled me toward him. His breath was hot in my ear, my body perfectly gloved in his frame as he whispered, "So, whats your name?"

I pulled away from him and stood up.

"You ask the name of all your victims AFTER you make out with them?" I incredulously replied.

He barked a laugh and sat at the edge of the bed next to me.

"Sometimes not even."

My face mounted into a look of disgust at his impertenance and his violation of the opposite gender.

"And they let you?" I could not believe anyone wouldn't want this man/god in front of me. But even my father treated my mother like a lady and married her before anything happened… aka me.

A gentler laugh sounded from Edward's throat as he replied, "This isn't the 15th century you know."

And then looking at the book on the floor, entirely discarded with our actions, he smirked again (If this was becoming a habit of his, I think that I had better work on my decking skills) and said, "Well maybe you don't."

My hands came up to wring around his neck, but he turned us so we sat on the bed while he merely grasped my wrists and held them above my head while the rest of his body restricted my own.

"How about a repeat of before?" His orbs smoldering while gazing into mine.

"How about no?" My wrist came free and I slapped him. I decided I had had enough of this ridiculousness and came to press the little button on my shirt concealed as a button.

I smirked as he didn't even realize what I had done. I pushed his gloriously huge hands off me as I stood up.

"Well, if you don't mind, I must be going now…." As I weaved off the bed and toward the door. And I didn't even get to see the rest of the apartment, I thought humorously.

A look of shock crossed his face before a smirk arose on his perfectly formed red lips. Another barking laugh and he grabbed me roughly.

"Good joke."

I stood up again annoyed that he thought I was playing.

"Look, I don't know what sick game youre playing but France is my turf. If you don't want to be hurt, I suggest you run."

He laughed (is this a habit of his?). "If I run, youre coming with."

"They are going to be here!" I taunted.

"Then lets get you out of those ridiculous things you call clothes and into something less…. divisive."

He pulled my blouse off exposing my t-shirt while I scrambled for the blouse that contained my tracker.

"You shouldn't have done that….." I sing-songed.

A helicopter rose outside against the plush windows of the apartment.

Not the best cliffy but it will make sense later. Sorry for writing so late. Its going to become more regular once I get the hang of actually WRITING a story.

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