A/N: WELCOME TO FALL KELLYO!

oui oui and another chap of The Sisters Swan

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EPOV

Five hours, and about a million rounds of "no, jess, you can't put your hand there" later I was pissed off and ready to go.

"I'm just not into it." I told her folding up the blanket while she sat there, looking up at me like I was insane. "Especially not on the beach in front of hundreds of people."

Jess huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Well then what the hell was the point of coming down here?"

I sighed, looking out at the ocean, which I didn't even have at home. "I dunno. Nothing I guess."

Jess might have been speaking but I was over it. She was just...a different person here. She was vapid, catty, rude and spoiled. That was everything I'd been avoiding.

Bella though...Bella was different. She was just so...calm all the time and no matter what was going on. She was funny and polite; shy at first but completely her own person. She didn't feel the need to please anyone because she was already happy with herself.

And why shouldn't she be? She was perfect.

I finally got Jess to move, then left her loading stuff in the car while I went in search of Bella. I finally found her away from the crowed, laying on her towel on her stomach with a book in her hands. I flopped down beside her, running my hand through my hair. "Hi."

"Hey." She smiled, blinking up at me. "Have fun?" She asked, conversationally, rolling over in her barely there bikini.

Boobs. Stop being cave man. Eyes. Now. "No, not really. I wanted to head back."

"Oh, um. Okay?" She said, sounding kind of surprised as she sat up and began to stretch out. Holy shit. "We haven't been gone for long."

Hooooollllyyyyy shit. She really did have perfect boobs. Perfect boobs I was staring at unabashedly. "Yeah, I know."

"See something you like?" She laughed, totally calling me out.

I snapped myself out of it, and because I couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't offend her or hurt her feelings, I just sucked it up. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" she smiled, "Don't tell my sister, but I kinda liked it." She murmured, blushing a little as she said it.

"At least you have something to look at." My eyes went wide, and my mouth snapped shut. "Wow, I'm all kinds of inappropriate today."

She laughed, smiling back at me that brilliant, radiant smile. "I think that's the first time someone has said they appreciate a physical feature of mine over my sister's... so, thank you."

I laughed too, thankful she hadn't kicked my ass for all the blatant flirting. "Well, glad I could help." I fell back, closing my eyes and feeling the sun warm me up again. "If you want to stay, I'll come back and get you. It's no problem."

"Nah, we can go." She murmured, a sudden shock of boldness rushing over her as she straddled my hips. "And... if you're allowed to be 'all kinds of inappropriate' then I get a shot." And with that, her hand was against the trail of hair that lead below my bathing suit, and leaned down, her lips only millimeters from mine. Suddenly, she was moving against me and my top lip somehow found it's way into my mouth. God, she tasted good.

I breathed against her, my hands moving to her hips and squeezing. I should have pushed her off immediately. I should have told her no. But I lingered. "Bella..." I murmured, feeling her lips only a breath away from mine. I wanted to; I needed to...no.

I pushed her off of me, sitting up and tugging at my hair. "Im sorry...I'm so sorry but we can't." I was so fucking sorry. It felt like my soul way dying, that's how sorry I was.

Bella nodded, sucking in a deep breath. "I know we can't. But I just had to know if you'd feel as good as I though you would."

I sighed, looking over at her and wanting more than anything to at least have an okay feeling between us again. "Verdict?"

She turned to look at me, smiling shyly. "You were better - though your hair here," Her hand dipped down again, "is rougher than it was in my head." We held eye contact until my breath hitched and she laughed a little. "I kinda like it rougher."

"Good to know." I sighed, giving her a shy smile. "Let's get outta here. I need a nap, and I let your sister pack the car." I couldn't even use her name. ugh. I was in so much trouble.

"Oh, then we'll be here awhile." She said, standing up and brushing off the perfect roundness of her ass. "I bet you five bucks she's standing against the car wondering why the hell you didn't pack it before you went to find me."

I nodded, standing myself and folding her towel for her. "Probably. She was just...getting on my nerves." I admitted pathetically. "But, whatever."

"Yea she has that effect on people." She laughed, smiling at me like she could see everything inside of me. Like she knew me without me saying anything.

I sighed, and we both headed back up to the car where Jess was waiting along with our stuff. She huffed, she puffed but then got into the car while I loaded our and Bella's things into the trunk. The ride home was equally awkward, with Bella in the back listening to her ipod and jess being mad beside me.

Oh, well.

"Whatcha listening to?" I asked once we arrived and Jess stormed into the house, slamming ever door in her immediate vicinity."

"Beck." She told me, smiling as she bounced up the stairs.

"Beck's good." I replied, smiling a little as I followed her up. "Hey listen, I don't know if you saw or not but the Subways are in Seattle. You wanna go?"

Her face lit up, and suddenly she was in my arms, squeezing me like I was fading away or something. "Hell yea!"

I grinned against her, lingering for what was probably a little too long. Considering I basically just asked my girlfriend's sister on a date. Wonderful.

"Good, I'm glad." I said, putting her down. "We'll have fun."

"Tons. Though, you should probably ask my sister to go too, if you haven't already."

I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. "I will. I figured I'd lock you down first and then ask her. I don't want her to talk me out of it."

"She may anyway. I mean you bought her apology earlier." She laughed, smirking a little. "You may be sexy and smart Edward, but my sister is pretty and pathological."

I grinned, "True. Although you're forgetting that I have a mind of steel."

"Oh do you? What about the sense of right and wrong? Do you have a conscience of steel... or do you ever just, do what feelsright versus what by all accounts isright?"

I shrugged, trying to look conflicted. "I suppose that's my weight to carry."

"I can tell you don't. You're like me. You worry about hurting the other person." She smiled, laughing sadly. "I really wish I hated my sister. It would make me feel far less guilty for wanting her boyfriend."

I laughed a little, dropping her stuff inside her door. "I'm sorry shit's so complicated for us."

She shrugged, trailing one finger up the door frame as she thought. "I have a crush and I'm at the age where having a crush means more than just wishing you'd hold my hand; instead thinking about what it'd be like for you to take me against that wall" She pointed to the one beside the door, "or on that squeaky old bed in your room." She said with a light laugh, and shrugged. "But it'll go away. I mean you're dating my sister so obviously there's something wrong with you somewhere." she commented, and I was starting to think she was right. "I just have to figure out your flaw and I'll stop thinking about what you would feel like in my mouth."

Guh. I was thinking about all those things...times ten. "I do hide my flaws well."

"Maybe you shouldn't; it'd be easier to get over the crush if you were a douche bag." She offered.

I went back into the hall. "I'll try harder to be an asshole, then."

"Much appreciated." She smiled, then turned toward the bathroom. "Oh, did you need the shower?"

I shook my head, motioned for her to go in. "You go; I'll get in later."

She smiled weakly, nodding a little. "Thanks." She replied, untying her bikini strings as she went into the bathroom and shut the door.

I closed my door quickly and started banging my head against it.

What the hell was I doing?

BPOV

Guilt.

Guilt.

And more guilt, weighed on me.

How could I have done that? Said those things? That wasn't me.

Sure I had confidence and a great dislike for my sister but I had never been nor did I think the I was, the type of girl who could openly attempt to seduce her sister's boyfriend.

I was so embarrassed... and sorry.

Mostly.

There was of course, a part of me and I wasn't sure how big that part was, that still wanted Edward.

Despite the guilt.

Despite the feelings of shame.

I decided the best plan of action was avoidance until whatever school girl crush this was dissapated; or until the Subways concert - whichever came first.

Three days went by, and I was the epitome of a hermit. I only went downstairs for food or into town when I knew there was no chance of running into them. I showered before the roosters cawed and avoided hanging out in the living room.

The problem was that it wasn't helping.

I missedEdward. Which brought on a whole new round of guilt.

I didn't just want him to take me.

I wanted him to like me.

To like me enough to not want to invite my sister to the concert.

To like me enough to end it with her and tell me he loved mycurves more; that he thought I was funny, and cute, and... sexy.

I contemplated going to his room to just apologize for acting as I did, but before I could summon up the nerve, he was knocking on my door, calling my name in the form of a question.

I stood up from where I'd been hunched over a book, getting the books on the reading for my first term read through. "Hey." I said meekly, opening the door a few inches.

"Hi. I haven't seen you in a while. I thought you got lost." He grinned, laughing a little at his own joke.

"Yea the house is so big I often get lost... in the central air system." I retorted, rolling my eyes and feeling a sense of calm I hadn't since the day at the beach.

Not a good sign.

I opened the door wider, nodding my head inside. "Want to come in?"

He nodded, peeking inside before walking through the doorway. He moved around my room effortlessly, as if he'd been in here a hundred times, examining every little book and poster I had out. "I like the purple."

I fought the internal battle: door open or closed.

Less risk of doing something humiliating again if it was open.

Open it would stay... but only slightly.

"Yea, I find it really calming." I replied offhandedly. "So what do you think of Forks?" I asked, taking a seat on the edge of my bed watching him survey my room.

His eyes were fixated on his hand as it skimmed over the bookcase that was overstuffed by my window. "I love it. I didn't have like...trees and shit growing up so I think it's pretty awesome. Do you like it?"

"Yea, I'm gonna miss it a ton. Just the feeling that you're always on the brink of something new you know? I mean, you go as far as you can into the forest and there's STILL more. You go to the coast and the horizon just amplifies all the possibilities of what's over it."

He smiled and nodded as if he completely understood. Of course he did; he was perfect. "It's really cool." He said, taking a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Tonight, okay? We'll leave at 5 and the show starts at 9."

I nodded, biting my lip and looking down. "Right." I sucked in a breath. "I'm really sorry about the other day Edward. Like, really really sorry." I blurted out with remorse, lifting my head and trying to convey how both torn and embarassed over my actions I was. "I should have never done or said any of it. You're with my sister and you seem like a really good guy and my sister deserves a really good guy for a change."

"It's okay,Bella. And I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have encouraged you or it...it's my fault," He said with the sides of his lips tugging into a melancholy smile, and shrugging.

"No really it's not." I said puffing out a dry laugh. "I saw you noticeme. You didn't do anything. I'm just not used to guys like you - guys that I'dlike to be with looking at me like that. I never ever act the way I did with you that day at the beach and I'm so embarrassed, you have no idea."

"Bella, you're a beautiful girl. You just are. A guy would be an idiot not to notice you..." He trailed off, taking in a deep breath and shaking his head as he exhaled. "Don't be embarrassed about being a knockout because there are worse things in life."

"I'm hardly a knock out." I argued, feeling my cheeks go red. "And there's a difference between a guy noticing me and a guy like you."

He shrugged, and I watched his eyes drift down to the floor."You are; you'll get to Northwestern, and there will be a perpetual line to get to see you. And you don't want a guy like me. You want someone better." He murmured quietly, shuffling towards an exit.

"You ever think that a girl like me could trade in one of those guys you think are better, for a guy like you? Because I'm pretty sure I'd be bored otherwise." I asked with a small smile as I followed him to the door.

He looked up, finally meeting my eyes again and smiled hesitantly. "Maybe someday."

I nodded. "I really wish I'd met you first," I breathed quietly, not realizing I'd even said it out loud until I took in his expression. I knew I was sinking myself deeper and pretty much negated any apology I gave with that statement alone, but I couldn't help it. I was so drawn to him; I felt like I couldn't hide anything from him if I tried.

"Oh, Bella..." He puffed out quietly, looking at me with mixed emotions fluttering through his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. Shit." I took a deep breath. "I should really just shut up from now on, shouldn't I?" I laughed sadly. "I'll see you downstairs at 5 Edward. Thanks for letting me know."

I watched him spin around and walk back down the hall, shutting my door and banging my head on it.

I was a horrible sister.

Because despite my attempts to ignore and/or dispose of whatever I was feeling for Jess' boyfriend, I still wanted him.

Badly.

As I was changing for the concert - my usual attire: jean shorts and faded band t-shirt (this one was KISS), I heard my sister and Edward fighting over whether or not to spend the night.

"I don't want HER sharing a room with us! Let's just come back and you can finally sneak into my room like I've been wanting you to. God, Edward it's like you NEVER want to have sex."

There was a sudden heavy silence and I wondered if he'd moved into her room to continue the fight. But my assumption was immediately squashed as I heard him in a stern and almost fed-up tone, restart the conversation. "It doesn't make sense to go all the way out there, leave at two or three in the morning and be back by dawn. And if you don't want us to share with her, then you share with her and I'll get my own room."

"The whole point is to share a room, with you!" She screamed. Obviously, my parents were gone otherwise she wouldn't be shouting what she was. I couldn't help roll my eyes. She was ridiculous.

"Are you and I evergoing to have sex, or have I been wasting my time? I mean Edward, I have NEVER gone this long without sex since I started having it!"

Ew.

Ew.

"That's all you care about? Really? That's it? You just wanna do it to do it and not have any feeling behind it?" He sighed, and I could practically hear the disappointment in his voice. "If that's how you feel, then maybe I shouldn't be here."

"Ihave feeling behind it. I feel a lot for you. I just wish you would start acting like that towards me. I mean come on Edward, you bought tickets to my sister's favorite band and are going with her while I, what? Walk around ALONE? If anyone has no feeling about this, it's you! I mean it's creepy - you going out with my sister like that..."

"You know I like them, too!" He shouted back. "And I told you I'd get you a ticket, but you threw a fit about that! I wanted to go, so I'm going. I invited her because I knew she'd probably want to go to. That's all." There was some shuffling, but the arguing seemed to have stopped. That was, at least, until I heard Edward take a heavy breath. "Look, I'll pack up and change my ticket and go home tomorrow. This is just...a huge fucking mess."

"Fine! Then I won't go tonight! Just take my sister and then TAKE my sister... don't think I don't see how you look at her. Obviously you prefer fat girls now."

Well, that was just rude. I thought as I stuffed my ID, cell phone and cash into my back pocket trying my best (but unsuccessfully) to not hear them.

His voice turned from one of apathetic and solemn to defense and menacing. "Listen to me, I've had enough of your attitude. About Bella, about sex about me...everything. Jess, I don't even know who you are right now. You're so different from the way you were in New York. Why can't you just be the normal, easy going girl I met then? Where the hell did she go the moment you got off the plane?"

"This IS me! It's not my fault if the sounds of the city muffles it, Edward! I'm loud, I'm confrontational, I'm pretty. Pretty girls do not wind up with guys who from the minute they walk in the door are practically groping their younger sister!"

He groaned. "Fine. Whatever. You see what you want to see, and that's all there is to it, right?" And what the hell does prettyhave to do with anything? Pretty and okay looking doesn't have anything to do with acting like a brat. It's not a license to do whateverthefuck and get away with it. Be accountable, Jessica."

I heard her huff and slam the door.

That was my cue it was somewhat safe... I hoped.

I stepped out of my room hesitantly. "Edward...?" I asked tentatively.

"Hey, Bella." He greeted, looking over at me with a completely exhausted look spread over his face.

"Hey um.. I kinda overheard, so if you wanna stay and handle all that, I'll give you cash for my ticket and drive down there on my own."

He shook his head, opening up the hall closet and grabbing his huge empty duffel bag. "Nah, it's okay. Will you be okay driving the rental back on your own? Because if you're not, I'll drive you back before I leave."

"Don't worry about it. I'll drive my truck down, you can drive the car back to the airport when you're ready." I replied sadly.

I understood why he wasn't staying but that didn't make the sadness I felt any less palpable.

He sighed, looking over at me. "Hey, I'm sorry about what she said about you, but don't listen to her. You're not fat, Bella...you're perfect. She's just jealous because she wished she looked as good as you." He murmured, quietly trying to muster up a smile. It was adorable how completely he misunderstood my statement, and therefore how misguided his compliment had been but at the same time, I couldn't help but want to assuage his own negative feelings.

I grabbed a spare pillow and two blankets from the linen closet, trying to hide my blush. "I really wouldn't say any of that right now considering she's five feet away." I muttered under my breath.

His voice dropped lower, which I thought was a safe way to go. "Doesn't matter. She shouldn't say things like that about anyone; let alone her own sister."

"Better her sister who is used to it, than rude things to her boyfriend who isn't." I said, finally looking at him and giving him a sympathic smile. "Hey... I don't think I'm really in the mood for the show anymore. Are you?" I asked taking a step closer to him.

"Not really. Why?" He questioned, taking a deep breath.

"The rain isn't supposed to come back til the day after tomorrow. I was gonna drive up to the reservation and have an mp3 party of one in the bed of my truck if you wanna come along - unless you were dead set on catching the first flight back tomorrow morning." I offered, holding up the pillow and blankets.

He shrugged, nodding a little as if he was on the fence about it. I really wanted to just take him away from all this absurdity and... talk. "Sure, if you want." He voiced, smiling a little as if he was warming up to the idea.

"Awesome. Grab a pillow and those small speakers of yours; I'll meet you at the truck."

And with that I shot down the stairs.

Why did I have butterflies all of a sudden?

EPOV

I got together the rest of my things, then went to Jess' door and knocked twice. "I'm gonna go, okay? I'll call you later?"

Nothing.

I rolled my eyes at the door, but I couldn't help but feel awful about everything. We'd been okay until all this. She and I...we were good together until we left our bubble on the East Coast and came out here. Duplicitousness didn't sit well with me, which was really why this whole situation was completely turning me off. It just felt like I didn't know her anymore.

I said a quick goodbye to Chief and Mrs. Swan, telling them my mother needed me home at the last minute to explain my sudden departure. I thanked them and they told me to come again, anytime. They really were very nice people.

Bella was waiting in her truck, so I went over to where her window was rolled down. "I'm gonna take the car so that I can just leave from the beach."

"Oh, okay. Let me run up and get a flashlight then. I didn't think I'd be camping on my own." She said, her face falling as she turned to go.

I shook my head. "You're not. I'll be with you. I just figured it be easier that way."

She went from looking a little let down to kind of confused in the blink of an eye. "Try and keep up then. This beauty gets up to 55." She told me with a smile and...yeah, that was definitely a wink. Adorable.

I laughed, going around to the rental. "I'll do my best."

I followed Bella all the way up to the beach, and we parked on a cliffside over looking the ocean. "Wow." I commented as we both got out, and I went over to her truck. "This is amazing."

"Yea, we get maybe a month total of sunshine a year in this area. I try to spend as many nights as I can up here enjoying it." She said, pulling down the latch on the bed while she arranged the pillows and blankets on the bed. When it was done, she hopped up on the bed to sit. "I'm gonna miss this place the most I think."

I hopped up beside her. "Why're you leaving then? Why not go to like...UW or something?"

"Well, when I was applying I had the mentality of wanting to be as far away from my parents as possible, yanno? Spread my wings or whatever. But the closer it gets the more I realize how much I'm going to miss what Chicago could never provide: the forests, the nature, the ocean." She listed, her hand gesturing out toward the horizon. "I'm sure I'll get over it once I get there and get into my school routine, but until then I feel like I'm homesick even though I'm still home." She said, laughing lightly as she shook her head. "Is that crazy?"

I shook my head. "I felt like that too. I appreciated all of the things in Chicago so much more before I left. I needed to just...be somewhere else, but at the same time I'm not sure I was really ready to leave."

"Do you go home a lot?"

I shook my head. "Only when I can. My brother, he's five years older...he plays for the Giants, so I see him more than my parents." I shrugged, smiling at her a little. "That helped a lot."

Her jaw fell open, and I wondered if I'd broken her. "Your brother... is EMMETT CULLEN?" That same jaw turned into a huge, goofy grin, to which I could only smile back. "I am, quite possibly the BIGGEST Giants fan of all time!" She giggled, I think laughing mostly at her fangirl moment.

I laughed a little. "How are you a giants fan on the west coast? Doesn't that go against like...your upbringing?"

"My dad's always been into sports. He got converted when he did a tour with the seals on the eastern seaboard. We've been paying extra every fall for the NFL Supreme sports package just so we could watch the Giants kick some ass ever since I can remember." She told me, the smile still across her face. "You are officially the most awesome person I know - though it's through association only." She allowed, nudging my elbow a little with hers. "Maybe." She added, grinning.

I grinned shaking my head. "You want me to call him? Then you can actually know the legend." My brother. A legend. Ha. I used to give him wedgies. Legend that.

"Honestly? I'd probably puke and ruin your phone and your clothes." She laughed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "It's probably best if I stick to only knowing him from ESPN."

"Okay, but if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

There was a beat of silence and suddenly her smile fell. "Yea... Can I just apologize on behalf of my sister? She's kind of self centered and bipolar but she means well. At least that's what I tell myself."

I nodded, staring down at my feet. "Yeah, I know. I just didn't expect a 180 the second we got off the plane, you know?"

"She's like that with everyone though. Don't take it personally. Actually, you must be really special that she waited 6 months to unleash it on you." Bella mumbled, her hand drifting over mine.

"Maybe" I sighed. "I dunno, Bella. I just..." I shouldn't be talking to her about this. I shouldn't unload my problems on her when it was her sister after all. That wasn't right. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this."

"Why? Who better to let it all out to, than the person who will know exactly how you feel? She's my sister Edward; that doesn't make her infallible."

"I know, but it's because she's your sister that I shouldn't." I replied quietly. "It's your family, you know?"

"So? You don't think I know she's weird?" She laughed, giving me a sympathetic smile. "If you feel uncomfortable that's fine, but I'm here in case you ever want to talk."

I looked up at her finally, smiling a little. "Thanks. You would know her better than I would, right?"

"I would hope so." She laughed.

"true." I sighed. "But anyway...no boyfriend? Or is that who Jake is?"

"Jake is a friend. No boyfriend."

"Oooo." I said, looking over at her. "Tension?"

"It's complicated. Jake is... well imagine my sister's... lack of sexual decency mixed with a guy's libidio and who is bigger than your brother. That's Jake in a nutshell."

"Ah." I replied. "Mental image, check. Sounds...awesome."

"Don't get my wrong, he's a great guy - I mean he's my best friend. I just... I guess I wish my first time had been with a guy I actually wanted to have sex with, and not in the backseat of a VW." She blushed, laughing kind of sadly.

"Wow." I looked over at her, just wanting her to feel better. "If it makes you feel better, mine was in my girlfriend's boat house. In a canoe."

She turned, looking at me surprised, and laughed."Wow. You win." She allowed, biting her lip a little. "Hey can I ask you something completely inappropriate?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I know, great start."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Sure."

Her hand suddenly moved away and she smiled a little at me. "Excluding everything... just... saying my sister and I are two girls you met at the exact same time and you aren't with either of us. Who kisses better?" She asked, blushing a little.

I laughed, realizing I was going to hell anyway so I might as well be honest. "You."

"Really? Even if I didn't even really kiss you?"

I nodded, not really able to say anything. What the hell did that mean? I'd felt more in the mere touch of Bella's lips than I had in every single kiss Jess had ever given me combined. I was screwed, that's what it meant.

"Would you mind... I mean... if I gave it another shot? Just to be fair. Maybe my half kisses are better than real ones." She murmured, her blush once again taking over her features.

I sighed, tugging a little at my hair. I had a girlfriend. I couldn't go around kissing other girls, no matter how beautiful and perfect they were. It wasn't right, it wasn't-fuck it.

I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers, feeling them move with mine instantly. She tasted sweet and warm, just like Bella and I moaned against her. She was...amazing. "I'm sorry." I whispered, pulling away. "That was out of line."

Bella's eyes locked on mine as her hand slid up my jaw then pulled me closer to press our lips together again. She was absolutely...like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was something in her; something in the way that she looked at me and the way that she made me want to know her and be with her always. There was nothing better than this, ever.

But was it right?

I pulled away again, falling back against the bed of her truck and throwing my arm over my eyes. "Why couldn't I have met you first?"

"Because you didn't go to school in your hometown?" Bella asked as she leaned back in the truck and made herself comfortable.

I sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry, Bella." I whispered, not really knowing what else to say. "I'm so sorry."

"Please stop apologizing." She sighed, pulling herself back on top of me and I could feel her lips millimeters from my own. "I'm the one that can't seem to show restraint. Its just... I want you." She told me, then pulled back. "And I'm not sure what to do. I know what I shoulddo, but then I think about how you feel and how I feel about you... and I can't stop.. I don't wantto stop."

"How I feel?"

"Your touch... your lips." she murmured, her index finger tracing the line of my bottom lip as she bit her own.

Oh, that kind of feel. I looked up at her taking a deep breath. "Is it bad that I never want to stop kissing you?"

She shook her head, removing her finger before straddling me and pulling me closer to her.

I ran my hand up her body, and kissed her nose. "You're perfect, Bella."

"So are you." She whispered, nipping lightly at my lips.

"No," I moaned against her, sliding my hands back down her body to cup her ass. "I think everything about you is perfect."

In response, she pushed her hips against mine, moaning a little. "I love that you think that." And with that, her lips were fused to mine. Nothing...nothing could ever top this moment. Not in a thousand lifetimes.

I nodded, finally just giving in and pressing her tightly to me. "I always will."

BPOV

I panted against him, grinding into his growing erection.

And fuck if it wasn't the best feeling ever.

And fuck if I didn't feel the least bit guilty.

"Edward... Edward..." I gasped against his lips. "Tell me what you want."

"You," he whispered against my lips, making them tingle from the warm feel of his breath.

I nodded, pulling back to make quick work of my t-shirt as I flung it over my head. "Blanket.." I said looking down at him before rolling off slowly and laying down one of the thick comforters I'd packed, down on the truck bed. I stiffled a moan as I saw him toss his shirt off, and reach down to undo his jeans. His hard on was clear through his boxer briefs, and I found myself unable to look away as he pushed those down as well. It took me a moment to realize he was kneeling beside me, panting; but when he did I remembered what we were doing and I practically ripped off my bra.

"Still don't mind being with a girl not shaped like a pencil?" I asked, a twinge of self consciousness running through me.

He moved up my body, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me tenderly; as if I were the most precious thing in his world. "I prefer it." He stated quietly, kissing down to my neck. "I prefer brunettes," he continued kissing along my shoulders. "I prefer huge, expressive brown eyes." His mouth continued its descent all the while finally reached my chest until his mouth was hovering over one of my breasts. "And I prefer boobs, too," he stated, looking up at me with a wicked smirk before wrapping his lips around the nipple, centimeters from him and, not wanting the other to go ignored, began rolling it between his fingers.

I let out what sounded like a giggle-moan as I felt his mouth close harder around my nipple. HOLY FUCK. I moaned and arched against him, my hands skimming down between us to unbutton my bottoms, pushing them down with my underwear quickly.

I wasn't going to last long with him... doing that... and looking like he did. Like he fucking craved me.

My hands blindly worked his underwear off and down his thighs; all the while, his lips assaulting my breasts with his tongue, teeth and mouth. "FUCK EDWARD!" I screamed as my hand shot to his hair when his teeth bit down firmly on one of my nipples. He moaned under me, just furthering my need for him.

"Blanket... blanket." I panted.

His lips pulled back, kissing me once before reaching behind me for the blanket and pillow.

"Lift your hips." He instructed, slowly sliding the pillow under my ass to angle my hips. He groaned, lowering his face and kissing the inside of my thighs. I was on the brink of no return when I felt it.

His tongue dragging lazily up my wet slit, him moaning against my swollen lips. And then he was kissing me, mimicking the french kissing we had done earlier fully clothed, only not against the same set of lips. I writhed underneath him, mewing and whimpering as my hand fastened in his hair.

The pleasure was short lived as he slid up my body, throwing the blanket over his back sufficiently covering us both.

"You taste... Bella, you are the best thing my tongue has ever tasted." He crooned, leaning in to kiss me again slowly. I moaned against his mouth, pushing my hips against his. He let out a heavy puff of air, pulling back only enough to breathe. "Condom?" He asked, pushing his forehead to mine.

"The pill."

He groaned again. "I've never... without a condom."

I sighed, gripping him in my hand and giving him a few hard strokes. His head pushed into my neck as he moaned, sucking on my shoulder. "Fuck... Bella..."

Slowly, I guided him to my entrance. "Slow, okay? I've only done this once." I whispered. He nodded against me before lifting his head up and locking his elbow. He slid me so slowly it was almost painful - from needing to feel all of him. He stretched me and filled me like nothing I ever thought I could feel. My fingers dug into his back as my legs wrapped around his hips.

"Is this okay?" He panted heavily. I could see his self control teetering, and I craned my neck up to kiss him, nodding. He let out a breath into my mouth and started moving. "Faster." I whispered against his lips, moving my hands down to his ass and pushing him as far as he could go.

At the feel of him completely inside me we both screamed out the others' name. Almost immediately he started going faster, pounding into me... leaving me so weak with lust all I could do was whimper and meet his hips with each thrust.

"Fuck... Fuck Edward! OH GOD!" I screamed. He grunted, beads of sweat forming at his hairline. "Cum Bella... fuck I need you to cum." I moaned at his words feeling myself nearing the edge.

And then his hand moved between us and to my sensitive and swollen clit and it was all over. "You're mine Bella. You're mine." He growled as his thumb pressed hard circles around my nub.

That was it.

My back arched off the blanket, crashing our bodies together as white light streaked before my eyes and I came hardaround his shaft. "EDWARD EDWARD FUCK I'M CUMM-I'M CUMMING SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I screamed incoherently. He groaned loudly and pushed in twice more before grinding his pelvis against mine and giving me every drop of his hot cum. His face pushed into my sweaty shoulder and he panted my name over and over as my pussy pulsed around him, milking him for everything he had.

We waited until our breathing had evened out, before he rolled off me, draping the blanket around us and pulling me into his side.

"That was incredible." I replied still gasping for air.

"You're incredible." He mumbled against the damp skin on my neck.

"No..." I argued weakly. "You are by far the most amazing man I've ever met."

"Only...only because it was with you," He sighed, sucking a little where his lips had met the curve of my neck and shoulder. "I've never experienced anything like that before. Ever."

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. "I've never experienced anything like thisright here, before."

I felt him shake his head, and squeezed him closer. "Me either. You...you're different, Bella. Everything feels different with you."

I pulled back slightly so I could meet his eyes. "For me too." I whispered, pressing my lips against his softly.

Now that I'd had him, I wasn't sure how to let him go.

Especially since he was never mine to begin with.