A/N: Gah. Sorry about the wait on this one, kids. I didn't have time to write at home and while I WILL write at work, I draw the line at writing...well… anyway, you'll see..

Bella and I stared at each other like idiots for a whole minute before it finally clicked in my brain.

Bella liked me. Like she liked me.

What the fuck was I doing in our living room with my stupid ass brother?

I got up, grabbed her hand, and hauled ass out of there.

"Hey," Emmett yelled after us. "Keep it down over there. Some of us don't want nightmares."

Now, I liked to think I was a gentleman. Yeah, I had casual sex here and there, but I liked to think I took care of my partner. I was a considerate guy, after all. But the facts weren't really stacking up in my favor.

Bella had gotten me off, and even though she had let Emmett believe I'd done her proper, I hadn't. Not to mention the fact the first thing I should have done after a confession like that was take her to my room to talk to her.

Yeah. Talk to her. That was exactly what would have happened in my room. But in my befuddled she likes me, she really likes me state we ended up in…

The bathroom?

"Why are we in the bathroom?" Bella asked, panting.

"Uh." It was hard to concentrate. She was pressed up against the door, and I was pressed up against her. Christ. She had her leg hitched up between my legs. Rubbing. "Bella, god that's good. I um… I was… I'm sticky. From before, and I thought… uh… Hell. I don't know what I thought." Right about then, I didn't really care either. I was much more interested in dragging my teeth down her neck. She tasted good. I thought I could guess where she might taste better.

"Two birds one stone." She threw her head back and gasped in this sweet little moan that drove me the rest of the way out of my mind. "You're clever."

Clever. Right then I wasn't anything but hard and horny and…

She reached around me to grab my ass. "You know, it doesn't take a shower to make me all wet for you," she whispered in my ear.

I fucking loved this woman. And for more reasons than her filthy mouth. Reasons I probably should have talked to her about before I did depraved things in the shower with her.

That was exactly what I told her. Between kisses and nips to her shoulder. "We should… Talk… Before wet depravity." Close enough.

"Agh. Look." She took my face in her hands. Her cheeks were red and her breath heavy. "Let me fast forward to the most important." Her eyes searched mine and she swallowed hard. "You want to be my boyfriend?"

I laughed. I had to. What was this? Fourth grade? But it was adorable and her. I took her hands and brought them down from my cheeks. I pressed my lips to her knuckles. "Yeah. I'd like that."

"Good. And I want to be your girlfriend." She smiled at me, a surprisingly gentle smile given the frantic nature of the last few minutes. "We got issues, Edward. I know it. You know it. We'll deal with it. But first, sex."

I leaned forward, drowning a moan against her skin. "You want me?"

"I do."

I tugged on her leg, and she got the idea. With a little hop, she was wrapped around me. I pulled her away from the door, running my hands up and down her back as I kissed her. Somehow, we made it to the shower. I turned it on, and…

Look. Movies and porn would have you believe shower sex is simple. It's not. Suffice it to say a few minutes later we were both fully clothed, soaking wet, and giggling like idiots, in a mess of tangled limbs on the bottom of the tub.

I stood up, bringing her with me, tossed her over my shoulder, and ran with her to my room. She gave a little scream, shouting my name in a breathy voice and peppering my ass with sharp smacks.

"Hey, hey, hey. You guys are going kinky at a pace I cannot keep up with," Emmett shouted as he pulled up short to keep from running into us. "Keep it in your bedroom, for fuck's sake."

But

"Shut up, Emmett!" we both shouted before I had us inside my room with the door slamming behind me.

For me, happiness had always been fleeting. It was one of the reasons I had tried to resist the pull I felt toward Bella. The most I could ask was for her to be in my life. That should have been enough. Asking for more was asking for trouble, and I'd never been in love before. I wasn't ashamed to admit I was scared. Bella was a finite resource, and once I let myself believe I could have her, I had the desire to consume her. Quickly. Get in as much as I could before I lost this, too.

But when the door was closed and she was standing in my room, wet and bedraggled and grinning at me, the world shrunk. Existence altered, and I felt like there was all the time in the world.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, I drew her toward me. As I kissed her, slow, savoring the way her lips pressed and moved against mine, I skimmed my fingers along her side. She shivered and whimpered, pushing up on her tiptoes to meet my kiss in full.

"Are you cold?" I murmured against her cheek as I kissed a line from her lips to her ear.

"Hmm? No."

"You're shivering." For the second time that day, I found myself pulling her shirt off.

Yeah, I would never get over how beautiful she was.

I chafed her arms with my hands, pressing little kisses to the side of her mouth. She turned her head to catch my kiss. Her hands were all over me, caressing, tugging soaking wet cloth away from my body.

We pushed and tugged and pulled. When we were naked, I walked her backward so she was sitting on the bed. She scooted backward, and I crawled up with her. I leaned over her long enough to fish for a condom in my drawer-another reason it was probably good the shower sex idea went out the window.

She took the thing from me and rolled it on me, running her fingertips along my cock. "Bella. Bella, fuck, that's so good."

I nuzzled my nose against her neck, and she tilted her head back, giggling a little when I licked a line up her throat and moaning when I nipped at her skin. We were sitting upright, and I pulled her legs around me, opening her up to me. With one hand around her, stroking at her back right above the cleft of her ass, I used my free hand to guide myself inside her.

"You're not cold now," I said.

She shook her head, so close to me her hair brushed my face. "No," she said with a sigh.

I tilted my forehead against hers as I rocked forward, taking me in deeper. I reached one hand back to keep us steady, rolling my hips to meet hers.

For the most part, we didn't speak save for the occasional murmur of her name, mine, baby, yes. We moved together, our eyes open and on each other. It was intense, this connection. Like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her eyes were a reflection of mine, this overwhelming passion I felt for her right then. It was frightening. It left me vulnerable and needy, but good God. It was a greater pleasure than I'd ever thought possible.

We went slow at first, finding a rhythm that suited us. Exchanging kisses in between pants. But when it got down to that part-where there was no slowing our momentum, where I couldn't be deep enough inside her, where her moans reached a fever pitch and my groans-I pushed her backward on the bed. She kept her legs locked tight around me, her ankles crossed behind my back, and lifted her hips to meet the fervent pace of my thrusts.

She came first with a shriek I think surprised us both. Her walls tightening around me kept me anchored, pulled me back in, and despite my shock, I followed her quickly.

And again, for the second time that day, I found myself draped over Bella, blissed out, my muscles and bones turned to jello.

It was better this time. Much better.

Bella's fingers under my chin had the effect of focusing my attention. I let her lift my head and gave her what was likely the silliest expression in the history of silly expressions. I gave her a quick, playful kiss. "In case you're wondering," I said, "I'm well and truly distracted now."

She started to smile but then put on a mock serious expression. "Oh, good. That was all I wanted."

I rolled off her, but like I hoped, she followed me. Her fingers traced patterns on my chest. "That's all, hmm?"

"Well." She drew her finger up to tap on my chin and smiled, shy but intimate. "We're compatible in bed. That's a plus."

"That is a plus," I agreed.

She leaned down to kiss me, and I decided the other part of the inevitable conversation could still wait. Possibly forever.

A/N: Many thanks to barburella and jessypt and ALL YOU LOVELY AUDIENCE MEMBERS. Ily all!