A/N: *Sigh* Mmm....bronze-haired computer god. Num yummy.

Big thanks to my awesome beta, JaspersBrand!

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I said goodnight to Angela and brought Jessie inside.

The apartment was pretty dim and I saw a faint light peeking out from under Rose's bedroom door with a heavy beated song muffled in the background. Those crazy kids. I'd be surprised if they could even get the job done considering how gone Rosalie was when we got home.

I saw two shadows on the deck, one much shorter than the other. I assumed that Jasper and Alice had also paired off to be alone. Seemed that their shadows were attached at the lips.

Jessie ran around the corner into the living room and I followed her to see what she was running to.

I rounded the corner to see the bronze-haired computer god sitting on my couch smiling at me.

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Chapter 6 – First Comes Heavy Breathing

Jessie ran up to the couch and jumped up. She nuzzled her way into Edward's lap and he moved his beer from one hand to the other in order to pet her more comfortably. She snuggled her head into his hip, causing Edward to laugh, telling her she was a good girl.

I stood there in awe. Jessie had been deathly afraid of men ever since the robbery. She still loved Ben and Jasper but she gave pause the first time she saw Emmett after it had happened. That made me think that whoever it was that robbed the place was a larger man who intimidated her.

"Wow. I can't believe she likes you." I said, awkwardly, before I'd realized how bad it sounded. I cupped my hand over my mouth.

He looked up at me with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Ha. Am I that bad?"

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just that we were robbed last year and she has been afraid of most new men ever since."

He looked pensive for a minute.

"Oh. Are there a lot of new men around here?" His voice was laced with snark and a small smile played on his lips.

I stuttered, "...No, no, what I meant was...I just meant when we take walks along the trails and stuff." Son of a bitch, I was blushing.

"Just joshin ya. That really sucks about the break-in though. Were you and Rosalie home?"

I sat down next to him and started to pet Jessie while she was still in his lap. I could secretly cop a feel and feign innocence if I wanted. Sweet.

"No, we were both at work but Jessie was home. When I got back, I found her barricaded in the bathroom. She had gone to the bathroom everywhere. I can't even imagine how scared she must have been. It breaks my heart a little bit."

"I'm sorry. She seems to be ok with me though?"

"Yeah, I really am surprised. Not because it's you. Just, in general." I smiled at him and saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see a glimpse of Jasper and Alice making out hardcore on the deck.

His gaze followed mine.

"Well...they certainly look like they're enjoying themselves," he said with a chuckle.

I couldn't help myself. I broke out into a fit of giggles. I felt like such a voyeur watching them but Jasper was a good looking man and it was hard to look away. But then I looked at Edward and stopped laughing.

It was dark in the room aside from the faint glow of the light on the back deck but I could see that he was staring at me.

"Did you have a good time tonight, Bella?" His eyes were as black as coal. He leaned his head imperceptibly closer to mine.

My name falling from his lips felt like the most intense erotica being read to me. I felt my cheeks get hot and I knew that I was blushing just remembering our dance and the feeling of him pressed up against me. The room felt like it was getting warmer with every passing second.

"Yes, Edward. It was a very good night." I followed his lead and leaned in slightly.

He opened his eyes a little bit wider in silent question. I nodded.

My eyes stayed on his as we slowly came towards each other. He glanced down at my lips for a second and back to my eyes.

Edward closed the distance and I felt the heat of his lips on mine. He seemed hesitant at first. His kiss was tentative but I was having none of that. I parted my lips and touched my tongue to his top lip, licking my way inside his mouth. He groaned as his hand came around the back of my head to hold my lips to his. We both opened our mouths and devoured each other.

I felt something shift on the couch and wondered if he was going to lay me down so I could feel his delicious hardness again.

Then there was another tongue on my face and I realized that Jessie was up on her hind legs, kissing our faces and wagging her tail to get our attention. She was clearly jealous that Mommy was getting some and she wasn't. Little cockblocking furball.

Edward gave a little laugh and started petting her again. Oh hell no. That little girl was going in her crate and this big girl was gonna get some tongue.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to go put her in her crate."

I lifted her out of Edward's lap. Unfortunately, no feel was copped.

We walked around the corner out of the living room and into my bedroom. Jessie's crate was in the far corner across from the door. There was no light except for the streetlight floating in through the half-closed blinds, which cast just enough glow to make it easy to get across the room without a broken toe.

I let Jessie out of my arms and she ran into her personal little goody box. She grabbed one of her many stuffed animals, a porcupine, and nestled into the blankie that was balled up on the bottom. I latched the door.

I turned around to see a tall shadow in my bedroom doorway. My heart almost jumped out of my chest and I squinted to see his face. His intense, pale, beautiful face. I watched him take a deep breath and he crossed the room taking my face in his hands. He crashed his lips to mine and I whimpered as my hands flung around his neck.

Oh yes, you velvet-tongued adonis. How do you do what you do so well?!

The patio door slammed shut and we froze for a split second before ripping apart from each other.

Mother fucking cockblockers! Why can everybody get theirs except for the girl who hasn't gotten busy in over 4 months? So fucking unfair.

"Bells?"

Jasper. You hillbilly bastard.

I pushed past Edward and walked into the living room with him following a few feet behind me.

Jasper stood a few feet from the patio door with a knowing scowl on his face. Alice hid behind him with a girly grin on hers.

"Right here, guys. Was just putting Jessie in her crate for the night."

"It's after 3...Edward, are you ready to go?" Jasper's tone was cold.

"Yeah, sure. We can head out." Edward turned to me. "Thanks for the dances, Bella. Have a good night."

That was a little too cordial for a man who just had his hands in my hair and his tongue down my throat.

"You're welcome. Goodnight, Edward."

I hugged Jasper and walked everyone to the door. After the locks were latched and the alarm system was armed, I went into my room and shut the door. Jessie was asleep in her crate but I opened the door anyway in case she wanted to snuggle later.

A cool shower was just what I needed to bring me down from the tongue-induced frenzy I had been exposed to just a short while ago. I got out of the shower and dried off. My pajamas were no frills. Cotton shorts and an old, ratty Bon Jovi t-shirt. I never really bought any lingerie. For one thing, I rarely had a man around long enough to enjoy it. For another, finding everyday clothes to fit comfortably was hard enough without adding lace and garters into the mix.

I started to think back on the events of our night out. My behavior was far from ladylike but I couldn't see the harm in having a little fun. Edward was beautiful, so that helped, of course. It was something more though. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. There was a feeling, an intensity that I couldn't explain. My body hummed from the mere presence of the man, and when he touched me, it was like all my synapses were firing at once. Overstimulated nerve endings in the best possible way.

I lay down in the bed and shut the overhead light off after putting the bedside lamp on.

I could forgive Jasper for unknowingly halting the impending action in my bedroom. Anyway, it's not like Edward was shoplifting the pootie or anything. I would have been a more than willing participant. What kills me is that my own sweet, little, angel of a pup would stick her tongue in where it didn't belong: Edward's mouth.

Ok, Bella. Now you're envious of your dog. Time for bed.

For a split second, I thought about reaching into my nightstand and putting my shiny silver bullet to good use but for some reason, I decided against it. It was late. I was tired.

But I couldn't get Edward out of my head. I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of fiery kisses on a strobe-lit dance floor.

That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

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EPOV

What the fuck is going on? I don't even know this girl. She's got deadly curves. Should I be throwing the brake on?

The drive to drop Jasper and Alice off was uneventful, if not a little chilly. They were both in the back seat after they fought over being apart from one another for the ten minutes it would take to get us all home. I wanted to vomit. Then I looked in the rearview mirror to see Alice with her head laying on Jasper's shoulder, her eyes closed and his eyes staring me down. If looks could kill, I would have croaked.

I finally got back to my place and was a little more at ease. I didn't need this shit. If Jasper was going to give me a hard time for having some fun with a girl that happened to be his friend, then maybe it wasn't worth it.

Deciding to clear my head and get some sleep, I started a cool shower to bring me down from whatever high I was on. If Jasper was uncomfortable with me hanging out with Bella, I would have to abide by that, wouldn't I?

But the voltage. The surging. I'd never felt that before. My skin was seared and I could still feel the places on my body where her innocent touches had been. They were pure and erotic at the same time, like a white, lace nightie on a wedding night. A perfect contradiction of the wanton angel she seemed to be.

I watched her shyly walk away from me when the slow music started on the dance floor, when a mere blip in time earlier, she had her hands on mine and was pushing back into me with a mischievous sensuality that rivaled old Hollywood starlets.

I couldn't let her walk away. The feeling of her body against mine was something I could not let go of that easily. It was obvious that my body was having a reaction that my head wasn't in on as I looked down at my now fully erect penis interrupting the stream of cool shower water.

Trying my best to ignore it, I finished my shower and toweled off. I threw on some shorts and hopped into bed. The tent I was erecting stayed with me until I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I decided to get dressed and go get brunch at Elmo's diner. They made Pumpkin Pancakes with a cinnamon maple syrup that was sinful. If you closed your eyes, you would swear you were eating Pumpkin Pie on Thanksgiving.

On the drive back, I got a phone call from my darling sister. Apparently Emmett had tickets to a Durham Bull's baseball game and Jasper wanted to know if I wanted to go with them later that night.

Was he that angry with me that he couldn't call and ask me himself? That can't be good.

I agreed and told Alice that I'd be at their place later. I'd have to make sure that I got there early so we would be able to get a good parking spot. The last thing I wanted to do is piss off Jazz on guy's night. There'd be no Alice to buffer the wrath.

I got home and looked forward to spending a lazy Sunday afternoon watching a movie or two and maybe taking another nap before the game. During the week, I hated to nap because then I had such a hard time sleeping at night but on the weekends, all bets were off. Naps got me through my meager but tiring social life.

Changing into some comfortable lounging clothes, I decided to watch 300 on HBO OnDemand. I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and got settled in. The dialogue was ridiculous at times, but there was a slow-motion sex scene that would put any man in the mood. For a split second, I imagined it was Bella and I on that bed, her back arching her full breasts out on display as she rode me. As I started to think more about Bella and her curves, I felt myself growing harder under the blanket. One of the benefits of living alone is that I was free to take advantage of this interesting turn of events.

I reached under the blanket and into my shorts, feeling the hot, silky hardness that was straining to be released. I pumped it once and felt myself suck in a breath as I imagined Bella's big, round ass pressed into my groin. I groaned as I pumped my cock again and was overcome with the force of my orgasm.

Seriously? When did I become a two-pump chump? Especially in my own damn hand. Maybe I was sick. Whenever I get sick, I seem to go very quickly, much to the dismay of anyone I may be with at the time.

I cleaned up a bit and changed my shorts. The blanket went in the washer just in case. I lay back down on the couch facing away from the tv and decided to take a nap. If I was getting sick, a nap would help knock it right out of me.

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BPOV

Light streaming in through the window, warms my face. I open my eyes and glance at the clock on my dresser, 9:00am. I turn away from the sunbeam and snuggle further into the pillow.

A loud noise in the other room. Is that Rose? Rose would never be up this early on a Sunday, especially after staying up so late.

So, who is in my house?

I got out of bed and walked to the door. I looked for Jessie and realized that she was not in the room with me. A small tremor of fear went through my body. Where was my little girl? Was there a stranger in my house?

I reached out my hand to open the door. I pulled it open forcefully and jumped out into the small hallway like I was in Mission Impossible. At least I didn't make my hands into a gun because I saw Emmett in my kitchen with pots and pans all around him. He was making breakfast.

I must have forgotten that he stayed over since he and Rose disappeared in her room as soon as we got back here after the bar. Wiggling all around his feet was Jessie.

"Mornin, Bells! I didn't think you'd be up so early."

"Yes well, I didn't think some idiot would be banging shit around in my kitchen so early."

"Oh. Well, I'm making pancakes with fresh strawberries and syrup, cheesy eggs, bacon, some fresh fruit salad and some OJ. But if you are mad at me, you don't have to have any." He side-eyed me and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly into his signature smirk.

"Shut it and feed me before I slap you."

His bellowing laughter filled the room and I shushed him for fear that he would wake Rose up. A cranky Rose was not something anyone wanted to deal with first thing in the morning.

"No worries, she's in the shower already. Oh and I took Jessie out right before I started cooking."

I didn't know what to react to first. Rose was up and in the shower at 9:00am on a Sunday after partying the night before. Emmett had had the wherewithal to come get my dog from my room and take her for a walk before he started making food. This had to be the Twilight Zone.

"Ok, thank you for taking Jessie out but why the hell is Rose awake??"

"Ha! I know, right? She wants to hit up the mall and get something to wear for tonight."

"What's tonight?"

"Didn't I tell you yesterday?' I shook my head. "We're going to the Bull's game! And there's another ticket with your name on it. They throw the first pitch at 7:30 sharp!"

"Nice. I'm in...wait, why does she need an outfit for a baseball game?"

"She wants you girls to be festive."

I froze. "What do you mean, 'you girls'?"

"You're going shopping too."

"Ugh, Emmett...I do NOT want to go shopping for some silly outfit that I'll most likely wear once and then put in my closet or have to save for Halloween."

I knew the way Rose was about clothes. If she had one occasion to wear it, that was enough. She was unconcerned with repeat performances. That did not work with my mindset or my budget.

"Oh come on, Belly button. You know it makes her happy to window shop. Even if she climbs through the window every time." He winked at me.

I sighed with resignation. I guess we were going shopping. Yay.

While Emmett was plating our food, I looked down and saw that Jessie needed her breakfast too. I reached down to grab her food and water dish.

"So what was up with the bump-and-grind on Alice's brother last night?"

I dropped the food dish and what was left came splattering out and onto the floor.

All I heard was a chuckling coming from behind me. I knew my face was red but I didn't care. I spun around and politely flung the remaining contents of the water dish right on his crotch.

He had one plate of food in each hand and an astonished look on his face. He glanced down and then back up at me and tried to speak but all that came out was a sputtering noise.

I felt the surge rise up from deep down in my toes as I keeled over and laughed so hard I thought I would pee myself. Of course, it looked like Emmett already had, which made it even funnier. I fell onto the floor into the leftover food crumbs and water sprinkles and clutched my side. I snorted so hard; I would have made Urkel proud.

Emmett could never stay silent, or mad for that matter, for very long. His face broke into a huge grin and a rumbling laugh escaped from his throat. He faked like he was going to kick me but then stepped over me and brought the two plates to the little dining table that was parallel to the kitchen.

I tried my best to compose myself and thanked the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I wasn't an 80-year-old with a bladder problem. I would have been done for.

"So are you going to tell me about him or are you just going to try to get me wet again?" he said with an angelic face. We all knew the halo was held up with horns.

I went about filling Jessie's food and water dishes and cleaned up the small mess on the kitchen floor. "There's nothing to tell, Emmett. We danced. It was fun, a good night in all, don't you think?" I was trying to change the subject like Lady Gaga changed outfits at the VMAs, quick and awkwardly.

"Yeah, ok Bella. Whatever you say." Uh oh, he called me Bella. He never calls me Bella. "All I'm sayin' is it looked pretty intense to me, before I butted in, that is. Sorry about that, by the way."

"Nothing to be sorry about. It really isn't a big deal. Besides, intensity can be fun too, no?"

"Sure, Bells," he said flatly.

I glanced over at him to gauge the reaction that was giving him that tone of voice but he remained stoic.

"Eat up. Rose will be out soon and you still need to shower."

"Um, thanks Em. I really appreciate this, making breakfast for us and all."

"No worries."

Something was definitely weird between us but I was a bit too hungover and hungry to deal with it now.

Rose came out to breakfast as I was finishing mine so I went to grab a shower while she ate. I felt a little bit better. I would never understand how it made you feel better to eat food when the smell of it nauseated you just a few minutes ago. Ahh, hangovers.

I turned the water on and let it warm before I stepped in. I plucked my loofah off of the hook and lathered it up. As the soapy suds ran over my body, I thought of Edward. My hands followed where the loofah had been and all I could feel was the tiny indents of cellulite on my butt and the pooch on my stomach that I doubted would ever go away.

I'm a stress eater. I know I am. When I was younger it didn't matter so much, but now that I am older, it shows. If only I could channel the stress into something productive instead of something destructive. If only quitting food was as simple as a real drug. With drugs, you go through a detox. It's not easy, but it's simpler than needing a small amount of the drug to sustain your life. Especially in my line of work. I got paid to eat.

I lifted my arm and soaped up the jiggly underside. I almost felt like crying. What could make Edward even remotely attracted to me?

Sex. He must be hard-up for sex and I am simply available to him.

Well, guess what. If I have to put myself out there in that way to get a little action, then so be it. I'm truly sick of guys that seem to only want one thing and if it were anyone else, I would squelch it before it even started. But Edward.

There's something different about him. An attraction that I've not felt for anyone in a very long time. If I'm not careful, I could really fall for him. Looking into his eyes last night on the couch was hypnotic. Like our lips were magnetized and they couldn't stay away from their polar counterpart.

The decision was actually an easy one. As long as he's up for it, we'll screw around and I'll get mine.

Hopefully I won't get hurt in the process.

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A/N: Sorry for a bit of heartfail but at least I'm keepin' it real.

Along the same vein, the last chapter garnered one or two not so nice reviews (which is probably why it took me so long to finish this one). I understand that you were upset that Edward viewed Bella as "a fat girl with a pretty face"...but you have to understand that that is how a large majority of men see women of a certain size, especially when they haven't had much exposure to a plus-size girl. It's reality and if you can't handle it, feel free not to read.

To the readers who know what I'm talking about and sent me constructive reviews, thank you. It is all of you to whom I write. 3