A/N: Quick Tumblr lesson. On tumblr, you follow people, and whatever they post or reblog (posting other people's stuff) shows up on your feed. And then you can reblog anything someone else posts.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Edward craned his head as he pushed his glasses back up his nose and grinned at Bella, who was looking down at him, hands on her hips while amusement lit up her features. "I'm sitting in my chair upside down," he said.

"I can see that, but why?"

"I do this when I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

He sighed, looking up at her pretty face. "You."

Her cheeks tinged pink. She knelt down, taking his face between her hands and kissed him.

Spiderman kisses. Awesome. He brushed his thumb across the skin behind her ear.

Bella pulled back, drawing the back of her knuckles down her cheek as she looked on him, her expression adoring and contemplative. "You know what our problem is?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"Things between us changed too quickly, didn't they? I mean, I'm not the only one who thinks that, right?"

He stroked his fingers down her neck. "I think we're on the same page there. That's a problem."

"No. The problem is things changed before we could get to the easy, casual sex." She sighed with mock gravity. "That would have been fun. Now we have to be more careful, because it will mean something different."

Edward cocked his head. "Do you do casual sex often?"

The expression on her face darkened, and she pulled away from him completely.

"Bella, I didn't mean anything by that." Edward righted himself and slid off his seat onto the floor and faced her. "It's an honest question. I'm no monk, and I'm no stranger to casual sex. It gets a little boring, I think."

She studied him for a moment, but then her defenses slipped. "Yeah, I can get behind that. There are only so many first times you can have before the novelty wears off. It's nice to get to that point where someone knows you so well, they know exactly how to touch you." She settled into a cross-legged position. "To answer your question, yeah, I'm a fan of casual sex, but personally, I can only have sex with people I like, casual or otherwise."

Edward hummed, his eyes darting down to her lips. "Do you like me, Bella?"

Her lips twitched and she came to sit beside him, her back against the couch. She put her arm around his shoulders and caught his lips. She whimpered into his mouth as he brushed his fingers against her side, not quite tickling, not quite caressing.

She sighed, pulling back to kiss his chin. "Yes, Sally Field, I like you. I really like you. Don't change the subject."

Her fingers played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Her expression turned serious as she looked at him. "So are you in or are you out?"

Blunt as ever. Edward ducked his head, inhaling the scent of her skin and her hair. "How often do people recognize you from your site?"

She laughed, cupping his face again. "I've been doing this for three years, and you're the first one."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Do you know how many people have looked at my site? Total?"

"Tell me."

"In three years, about fifteen thousand. Total. And not all of them were subscriptions. A lot browsed the sample section and left it at that. My tumblr account has another two thousand followers. I'm assuming at least some of those are part of my membership base. At least, my metrics support that theory. And of all my advertising posts, so to speak, not a single one of them can be considered Tumblr famous. I think the most popular one has been reblogged two hundred times. These numbers are worldwide. There are over three million people in Orange County alone."

Edward wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her tight against him. "So, some might say me finding you was fate."

Bella raised an eyebrow. "What? You're telling me I'm not more trouble than I'm worth?"

"Have you read Greek myths, Bella? Fate has always been an asshole."

"Then I am more trouble than I'm worth. You know what happens to people in Greek myths. They get fucked."

Edward lunged forward, delighting in Bella's shriek as he tackled her and pinned her on her back. "Isn't that what we've been talking about?" he asked, thrusting his hips against hers for emphasis. She gasped, writhing under him, her eyes dark. He held himself up on his arms and lowered his head so they were nose to nose. "I'm done talking."

He closed that last inch that separated them, and felt the vibration of her groan on his lips. His kiss wasn't gentle. He wanted to consume her. He wanted to fill her, body and mind, and she wasn't resisting. Far from resisting, when his tongue demanded entrance, she parted her lips for him. When more of his weight settled on her, she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, her heels at his ass. She matched his kisses, and ran her fingers up his back under his shirt, digging her nails into his skin when he rutted against her.

Now that he had his hands on her, he wondered how he'd resisted. He could survive on the little moans she fed him, on the reactions he could draw from her body. She didn't sound like this when she was performing. This wasn't an act. These noises, the helpless way her hands scrambled at his back, were his.

There was entirely too much cloth separating him from her skin.

Edward rolled off her, and then pushed up onto his knees. As soon as she'd followed suit, he pulled her shirt up and off and had her bra off in the next heartbeat. Her nipples were hard and impossible to resist. He didn't try. He ducked his head and took one nipple in his mouth, nipping lightly.

"Fuck," she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Christ on a tortilla."

He lifted his head with a laugh. "You're ridiculous," he said, brushing his thumb over her other nipple, lest it find itself lacking for attention.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she countered, tugging at his shirt.

He let her go long enough to take his glasses and shirt off, then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. This he liked. Her skin was soft beneath his fingertips. Her nipples poked at his chest. They kissed around whimpers of pleasure, each of them fumbling at the other's pants.

Somehow, between kisses and caresses, they managed to get satisfactorily naked. Bella had no sooner kicked her panties off her foot when he grabbed her. He turned her around, pressing his chest to her back as he bent her over so she caught herself on her hands. He brushed her hair back over one shoulder and took her earlobe in his mouth even as his hand snaked around her, between her legs. "Oh, god," she said, bucking back against him when he found her clit.

"Are you on something?" he asked, his voice a rumble at her ear.

"Yes."

He moved his lips to her neck, and she threw head back with a moan as he scraped his teeth along her skin. "Do you trust me?" he asked, pressing his fingers between her slick folds for emphasis. He was clean. He knew that, but that didn't mean she was comfortable without protection.

"Yes. Oh." She panted, leaning on one hand so she could bring the other up to his cheek, cupping it there. "Do you trust me?"

Even in the heat of the moment, he could hear the heavy note behind those words. Just because it felt like he shared her with faceless men didn't mean that was actually the case.

He kissed her cheek and then her lips with more care and sweetness than he had before. "Yes."

She thrust against his hand, hot, and wet, and ready for him. "Edward," she said on a breath.

He brought them both back up so they were kneeling upright. He used his knees to guide her legs apart and took his cock in his hand, teasing her entrance. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and ran the tip of his nose behind her ear. "Bella." His voice was hoarse with desire and the need to be inside her, but there was something important he needed to tell her first. "I want you to be mine. Are you?"

She reached behind her to put her hands at his sides. "God, this is coercion, you know."

He tightened his grip. "Are you?"

"Yes. Yes, yes."

He entered her then with a one, two stroke. She cried out, digging her fingers into the flesh of his ass. Edward stifled what would have been an embarrassingly loud moan right at the space where her neck met her shoulder. Her heat enveloped him, just snug and fuck-perfect.

"Fuck-perfect isn't a word," Bella said.

Edward moved his hand to her breast and pinched her nipple between her fingers. She clenched around him as her body jolted. "Do you like that?" he asked against her ear, moving in her as he rolled her nipple.

"Oh, fuck."

He gave her nipple another squeeze, drawing out another cry. "That's not the answer to that question."

"Yes. You bastard. Christ." She tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck. He latched his mouth there, nibbling and sucking as his fingers sought out sensitive spots on her body. Her hips rolled in time with his thrusts.

She was very vocal.

"You have a filthy fucking mouth when I'm filling you, don't you?" he murmured near her ear. He took her hand and guided it between her legs. "You feel that? I love how you feel."

Her hand circled him where he was pumping into her. She tilted her head against his. "It's good. So fucking good."

Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, he moved his hand to her clit, matching the rhythm of their movements.

"Edward," she said around a whimper. She put her hand over his, and they stroked her together.

With a strangled cry, Bella pitched forward onto her hands, and then it was Edward who shouted. With her movement, he was buried so deep inside her, he almost lost himself right there. He gripped her waist hard, steadying them both as they adjusted.

"Shit. Oh, god. Oh, fuck." Apparently, this new position was touching all the right buttons. She slammed herself back against him. Only a second later, she screamed, and the sound of it, the feel of her walls gripping and convulsing, triggered his own release.

Bella slumped forward, her head in her arms, her ass still up in the air. Edward pulled out of her, shaky as he let himself fall to the floor on his back beside her. She crawled the couple paces to him and curled up against his side, her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, wiping the sheen of sweat from her back as he tilted her head up for soft, slow kisses.

As the heat drained from them, the air was too cold on their damp skin. Bella's post coital trembling turned to shivering, and Edward pushed past the lethargy that had made his limbs boneless. He got to his feet and pulled her up into his arms.

"I can walk, you know," she said, her smirk tempered around the edges with the same tenderness he felt.

He quirked an eyebrow and set her back down, but just as quickly picked her back up again, throwing her over his shoulder this time. She yelped, giggling as she called his name. As he moved toward his bedroom, she peppered his ass with sharp, stinging smacks.

They were both laughing when he tossed her on his bed and quickly climbed over her. He attacked her without mercy, tickling her in retaliation for the spanks. He tickled her until she was writhing and howling with giggles, pleading between gasps for him to stop.

He did stop, holding himself up on one arm as he looked down at her flushed, beautiful face.

This didn't feel like their first time. How could it feel so much like she'd been a part of him forever?

He stroked her cheek with reverence and leaned in to kiss her. It was a languid kiss. He lay beside her, wrapping his comforter around them and in the feel of her under his fingertips.

An hour passed like that and neither of them spoke. They kissed, touched and stared at each other.

And then, Bella sighed. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, he knew they had to talk. She took his hand and began to play with his fingers. "So that's it? All you needed to know after all that was that you're probably not going to run into any of my customers?"

He brushed his hand up and down her side, thinking through his answer. "I don't like how I feel about what you do. It's incongruent with my worldview. I'm not a conservative by a long shot, and I thought I was above the societal conception that there's something shameful about sex."

Bella pulled back a bit so she could look at him. An amused smile played at her lips. "That's an awfully eloquent thing to say when we're naked."

He smirked and ran the tip of his finger down the bridge of her nose. "Well you are distracting as hell, but I've been practicing." He sighed. "Rationally, I'm fine with it. Irrationally…I hate that other people are probably looking at you right now. I hate what they're thinking about you, and what they're doing while they think it."

His voice had gone rough and he put his hand behind his head, trying to quell the urge to roll over onto her and into her again, claiming her. Owning her, and wasn't that a disturbing thought?

He rolled his head to look at her. "I've watched a lot of porn, Bella."

"Hey, me too."

"And there's the other problem I have with my own problem. It makes me, at best, a hypocrite."

She nodded, her smile gentle but serious. "Yeah, it does." She let that hang between them for a moment before she rescued him. "But that's kind of the human condition, isn't it? We're a cultural mess of crap that doesn't make very much sense and yet, it's part of who we are." She ran her fingers through his hair. "So, we're doing this?"

He grinned. "I'm in, if you're in."

"Oh, baby. I'm all in."

Then he did roll over her and into her, but not because he wanted to own her. He made love to her, soft, slow and lazy. Because he adored her. Because she was his and he was hers and this was theirs.

Right then, that was the only thing that mattered.

A/N: We're not done by a long shot.

My thanks to barburella and myheroin01!

So? How are we feeling about things now?