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Chapter 3

She fought back the panic that rose in her throat at his sudden appearance. Bella knew, without looking up, simply by the lightness that shone brighter all around her, that he was here. Edward! Her mental excitement was hidden underneath her stony face. She was well practiced at hiding emotions—as a nurse, she had to be. It would be inappropriate and unprofessional to show disgust or annoyance to her patients. Not that she felt either of those emotions right now. Bella was a lot closer to elation and joy. But, there was some trepidation too. What if he laughed at her? What if he really didn't want to be nearer to her?

Bella could feel herself wavering, and stopped those thoughts immediately. This wouldn't do. She must say something. Anything. Any hint that she wanted to be more than a coworker to Dr. Cullen. Sighing and standing from her computer where she had been documenting, she looked around the unit, knowing that he had to be nearby. If she were completely honest with herself, she would also admit that she could… smell Dr. Cullen arrive. He had an interesting and particularly sweet scent, one that was unlike any she had ever come into contact with before. Bella found herself smiling lightly, spotting him in a spacious dictation cubby, reading through a chart, writing quickly. He glanced up, catching her looking, ogling, really, and smiled widely in return.

Blushing and glancing down, she smiled more fully, knowing he had caught her, but not feeling too bad about it. Bella was surprised that he would respond so. Hadn't he always been a bit distant? Perfectly pleasant, professional, absolutely sexy, but a tad standoffish? To whatever this shift in character was the result of, she didn't mind too much.

Unless…

What if he had gotten a girlfriend? He never talked about his personal life. Maybe he had had a really great date last night. Maybe… maybe he had had really great sex last night. Bella shuddered, not from revulsion, but from the image of Dr. Cullen having sex, knowing he must be good at it, knowing that she needed good sex. And most importantly, she needed it from this gorgeous doctor. The panic was back, and her heart jumped into overdrive. Sitting down, breathing deeply, she swiveled in the chair, so her back was to him, looking at her computer screen. It appeared that way, at least. She couldn't focus, couldn't even see. The image of Edward releasing in another woman, calling her name, it was all too much. There was no way Bella was going to be able to drop any hints today, no matter how subtle. She simply couldn't take the rejection or humiliation, whichever it happened to be.

Yet… those thoughts of him… Bella slipped off for a moment, picturing Edward making love, not to some faceless woman, but instead, to her, calling out for more from her, kneading her breasts and backside, kissing her lips, kissing her beloved button. She squirmed at that last thought… she was very curious about cunnilingus. What would it be like? Would she like it? Would he want to? She didn't know, but figured that if she were lucky enough to get him in bed, then she would take whatever he would give. On that same thought, she imagined kissing him so intimately, and not just kissing, but licking and pumping and sucking. She was quite certain that he would greatly enjoy it (if she did it right, of course) but wondered if it would bother her. Would he be too big? Would he be big enough? She didn't know, but thought briefly, if he wanted something, she would do it for him. Or try as hard as she could to make it possible, at least.

Work probably wasn't the best place to be considering all these mouthwatering acts. It wasn't only her mouth that was watering, as it were. Bella felt a little uncomfortable, and rubbed her thighs together ever so discreetly, suppressing a moan. If Edward were her lover, she would ask him to take her away, bend her over some nameless object and deflower her. Maybe not the most romantic, she thought, wryly, but this sensation was quite uncomfortable. That, and the growing feeling of something uncurling in her belly was unfamiliar and yet she knew it so well.

Edward's head shot up, as his nose sought out the few molecules in the air that signaled Bella's arousal. He knew the scent well, having sat outside her room for so many nights. She had mostly slept fitfully, rolling and sweating, crying out for help to some nameless person. Occasionally, she spoke of her mother or father, but in the last month, she had begun to cry out his name.

Really, he knew it was wrong, and he continued to tell himself that each night was going to be his last, but it was so hard to stay away from Bella. Beauty. She was mystery and intrigue and silence. What a gift! He had discovered that if he focused very, very carefully he could detect some colors that were representative of her mind. He supposed the colors reflected her mood, but it was all very hard to decipher. When his name had left her lips he had nearly climbed into her window, and had gotten within arm's length of her house before he had realized what he was doing. Quickly, as only a vampire can be, he ran back to the cover of the awaiting forest, ashamed of what he had been about to do. Her mind had been a dark purple then but he didn't know what it could mean. She might just be processing the day's events… but why would she call him by his given name, then?

Edward was tired, for a vampire. Tired of being lonely, of being depressed; of looking for something… or someone, to change it. The moment he had smelled Bella, had seen her, he was enraptured. Her face, her eyes, her blush… he loved it all. He had gone to her home, down the road from Charlie's, every night since he had first discovered her delicious scent. In the last six months, Edward had learned a lot about Bella. After she graduated high school in Jacksonville, where her mother lived, she had gone to college at Florida State University. Bella had gone to the university's nursing school there, and upon graduation, before taking her licensure exam, had visited her father Charlie here in Forks. It was a lot different than it had seemed to her growing up. Now it was like a sleepy town that was in need of a new nurse or two to help revive the small hospital. With Charlie's connections, she was sure to get hired. The same was not true in Jacksonville, with a few good nursing schools nearby; there were not very many jobs available. So Bella, at the tender age of twenty two, had moved across the continent to be near her father and for employment. Everything about this woman intrigued him. He wished so very intensely that he could read her mind, but supposed the reason he wanted to so desperately was simply because he couldn't.

As the nights wore on, Edward could smell her body's sexual frustration, and he longed to help her relieve some of it. Or all of it. Repeatedly. Vigorously.

He was changed at seventeen, but so very rarely before had he felt his human age. That was an interesting point. He knew that he looked young, but by wearing glasses and dressing very professionally, he was able to pass for a doctor with very good genes. He smirked at that thought, as Bella's thoughts melted into a soft green, good genes indeed.

Finally, when Bella woke, he found himself floored when he heard her hands begin to discover her body. It was apparent to himself that her red thoughts were passionate, and he couldn't help but to lean against a tree and discover if he might be able to come with her. As he heard his name leave her lips, he began to growl and work himself faster, using his free hand to scrap along his chest, roughly abusing his nipple. When she begged him to let her climax, he nearly left the cover of the trees to give into her request. The growl rose as her pants and moans pushed him closer, closer, until she tensed, and he thought he heard the delicate muscles deep inside her warmth contract, and he spilled his seed onto the ground, gasping and shaking. If he had been human, he was quite sure that his knees would have given out, but as a vampire, he remained standing.

"Oh Bella," he whispered, already hard again, wishing he could push inside her to relieve some of this tension. It was quite obvious to him that she would like to meet with him in that way. But how to breach the topic? He would have to put all of himself into it, to get some of himself into her.

So, it was no surprise that, sitting so close and hearing the faint sound of a moan, swallowed in her throat that Edward had to suppress one of his own. Bella would be the death of him, of that, he was quite sure. He again, desperately wanted to know what she was thinking, but could very accurately guess, in any case. It would be heaven to sink into her warmth and know her so fully. It was only this morning that they had both found a release in their memories of the other. Why was it so bad again so suddenly?

He groaned, and lightly pressed against his erection through his pants. He scanned for any interference for the little plan that was growing in his mind, seeing it quickly to fruition as Bella shifted and squirmed across the room.

He would make her his own, very soon, but first he must see a few things happen. He hoped they wouldn't take long.

A/N: What color would your mind be if you were thinking about Edward? I'd go with bronze… : ) Three guesses why!

Documenting: Is a record of all care received by patient, kept by the nurses and aides. Also called charting. Proof of what was done for client while under care. (Good charting equals no lawsuits against nurse!)

Dictation: if nurses chart, doctors dictate. They usually have a recording action to the telephones, and the doctors speak into them, recording their analysis of the patient and their plan for care. Then a medical transcriber listens to it and translates it... uhh, I mean.... types it up! lol. They talk really fast. It's very hard to understand. God bless them!