A/N:

Hello!

I'm back with a huge chapter (4,500 words while it's normally about 3,000) and about 4 days early!

This is because I was sick home from school for three days, so when I was feeling slightly better I wrote a bit :)

I want to thank you all for the enormous amount of added fav's and alerts and not to mention the reviews!

It feels amazing to see and hear how many people actually like this story and my way of writing. I appreciate it all very much :)

I really hope you like this chapter; I have a feeling you will ;)

Some slightly M-rated stuff later on in the chapter – just saying.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight in any way, I'm just playing with what Stephenie Meyer created. Bless her for that.

This chapter is unbeta'ed so all mistakes are mine. I greatly apologize for mistakes, I hope I didn't make too many.

Sorry for this long-ass A/N.

Now let's get to reading! Have fun!

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Previously on Stay:

How exactly does saying she trusts me and that she will verify this with Esme correspond?

I went to the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. I now felt that I hadn't had dinner but I was too afraid to go downstairs to get a granola bar so I just went to bed.

When I was in my bed, I grabbed my phone and fired off a text to Edward.

I had a lot of fun today. Thank you. Xx B

I put my phone on the charger and fell asleep. In my dreams the color white and green occurred a lot and I felt truly happy.

Chapter 8

BPOV

His soft but firm lips were on mine, the bed sheets rustling where I was gripping them tightly in my fists. His hands were in my hair, my legs crossed around his middle and my heels digging in his butt cheeks. Little groans and moans filled the air, a contrast to the rain hitting the window with its fat drops. We were moving, a sheen of sweat covering both our naked bodies. Moving against each other, breathing into each other's mouths and the sensation of our bond expanding was amazing. I felt everything and I only wanted more.

"Bella," Edward moaned. My nails were digging into his back, leaving red marks behind.

And then I woke up.

The sound of my alarm clock filled the room, a great disappointment to the steam Edward and I were producing when we were dancing our little tango.

I groaned, out of protest this time, and turned the alarm off my randomly hitting the nightstand with my fist.

My hair was sticking to my temples in little strands. I jumped out of bed and hit the shower, the hot water running down my back. My strawberry scented shampoo I used to wash my hair with and the vanilla body foam I had gotten for my birthday created a mouth-watering smell that entered my senses.

I blow-dried my hair quickly and put on my clothes; black skinny jeans with black high top chucks and a navy colored sweater with a V-neck. The push-up bra I was wearing 'made my boobs look good'. That's what Jessica used to say when we were still good friends. She unfortunately ruined it all by getting jealous of my friends.

Banging on the door and the heavy voice of my brother made me roll my eyes and hurry up a little bit more.

"Bella! Get the fuck out of there; others might want to use the bathroom too!"

"Fuck off, Emmett! I'm almost finished," I yelled back.

I used some mascara to darken my lashes with and added a little touch of transparent lip gloss to my lips to make them look fuller.

I have no idea how long that will last; I might be sharing the gloss with Edward soon. At least, I hope so.

I twisted the lock on the door and opened it, only to be met by my brother dearest wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Emmett! I have a trauma now!" I yelled and covered my eyes.

I was sure that if he wasn't my brother he could be considered quite hot; tall, abs of steel, and quite some muscle. Not to mention the damn dimples, which I have mentioned before.

His booming voice produced laughter before closing the door.

I threw some books into my bag and hung it over my shoulder, padding down the stairs.

I grabbed some money out of the household jar for lunch, which surprisingly actually held money for once, and made myself some scrambled eggs with bacon.

Both my parents had left for work already; which they always did.

My dad was a detective in Port Angeles and my mom was head of a department store also in Port Angeles so they had to head out early to get there on time.

Luckily they make an overall pretty good income.

I was eating quickly while sitting at the kitchen table, as if it would make Edward arrive earlier.

"I smell bacon!" Emmett entered the kitchen with a huge smile across his face.

"No shit, Sherlock," I mumbled through some egg.

"Please tell me you made me some too," his bottom lip was jutting out.

I swallowed. "What kind of sister would I be if I didn't?"

"Thank you," he said and kissed my cheek before loading his plate with a mountain of eggs and building a mansion on top of it with his bacon.

I shook my head in disgust and chewed away the last of my bacon.

He took a seat in front of me and began devouring his tower of terror. He moaned and talked with his mouth full. "Hmm, baby sis, you make the best eggs and bacon," his eyes rolling back into his head.

I kicked his leg under the table. "Ew! Emmett! Swallow before you talk, please!"

He opened his mouth to what I assume was either to confirm my statement or to bring some smart remark into the world but I interrupted him by kicking him again.

"Pig. I feel bad for Rose to have to put up with that," I motioned to him and he gave me his dimpled, and luckily closemouthed, smile.

"I smell bacon," Edward stated after the front door opened.

He never rung the bell anymore, he just barged in.

"Do guys have some intern bacon sensor I don't know of?" I asked myself.

I squealed anyways and launched myself from the chair into Edward's arms, completely ignoring the other two persons in the room.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, as I had done in my dreams and kissed him fiercely on the mouth.

"Hey," he whispered with a smile on his face.

"Hey," I smiled back.

Someone scraped his throat behind me.

"Uhm, did I miss something? Last time I checked, you guys were still stuck in the friend zone," Emmett commented. "Oh, I get it. That's why you got home so late last night, wasn't it? You were making out with little Eddie here in his car. Am I wrong?" my brother was now wiggling his eyebrows at us, his mouth full of egg.

I shot him the bird and looked behind Edward. He loosened his arms from around me and I slid down. The girl behind him looked more fragile than I had ever seen her before.

Which wasn't so many times.

I walked towards her and extended my hand. "Hi, I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you," I said genuinely with a smile on my face.

She was wearing a large hoodie – Emmett large – and a pair of skinny jeans. Black Dr. Martens on her feet and her hair up in a messy bun on the back of her head. Dark bags were underneath her eyes and she looked drained.

She grabbed my hand in one of her smaller and softer ones and shook it. "Bree," was all she said.

Then she retracted her hand and put it in the front pocket of her hoodie; she was drowning in the piece of clothing.

I then turned around to Emmett and motioned for him to introduce himself to her with a fierce stare.

"Oh!" he shot up from his chair. "I'm Emmett, Bella's older brother," he emphasized older as if she'd actually care.

She didn't take his extended hand, and Emmett took it back in a rejected way.

He slowly moved back to the chair and began eating again.

"Shouldn't you be picking up Rose or something?" I questioned him.

"Oh fuck!" he jumped up, grabbed the keys to his Jeep and his coat and left the house.

I groaned. "This is how I always end up doing the dishes." I began to move the plates to the sink while mumbling. "Fucking Emmett."

Edward grabbed my coat and beanie from the closet and came towards me. His hair was messy, as if he'd dragged his hand through it a million times.

I took the coat from him and put it on, while he did my beanie for me. He kissed my forehead, nose and lastly my lips with a quick peck before walking out of the house towards his car. I grabbed my bag and locked up before moving to sit in the passenger's seat. I would've taken the back but Bree got there first.

The ride was awkward, which I wasn't used to with Edward, so I pushed in our favorite Kings of Leon CD. Edward was drumming his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel, while I was singing along with the lyrics.

When Edward pulled up to the school premises, Bree launched herself out of the car before it had even stopped moving.

We were a bit early so we stayed in the car for a bit.

"I don't think she likes me very much," I said, looking down at my fumbling fingers.

He grabbed both my hands in both of his, which made me look up, and looked me in the eye.

"It's impossible not to like you," he said, and I think I melted right then and there.

"She went to her psychiatrist yesterday, and he told her she has post-traumatic stress disorder, so I think that might be it," Edward informed me.

"Wow, that's pretty severe," I felt truly sorry for the girl. She wasn't that much older than I was – only a month – but she'd been through so much more already.

Edward nodded.

"Is there anything we could do to help?" I asked.

"Mom said to just leave her be for a bit. She'll come to us when she needs us," he cupped my cheek and I leaned into his hand.

I leaned over the center console and straddled him in his seat. I wiggled a bit to get comfy on his muscular legs but his hands grabbed my hips and stilled my movements, which made me want to wiggle only more. He groaned.

I cupped his neck and kissed him softly. His bottom lip was asking for me to bite it so I nibbled on it while he massaged my upper lip with his tongue. I tilted my head slightly and gave him full access to my own tongue, which he gladly accepted. Our tongues met in the middle and began their infinite tango. I slid my hands into his hair, massaging his scalp which earned me a soft moan.

That's what I'm doing this for; his moans.

In my head I was reliving my dream, and I couldn't wait to be thrown on the backseat only to be stretched by Edward's large form.

At least, I imagine him to be large. Also I'm feeling something particularly large and hard against where I'd like him to be. Without clothes, that is.

Is it weird I'm thinking, not to mention dreaming, about having sex with Edward while he only asked me to be his girlfriend 24 hours ago? Scratch that, less than 12 hours ago.

I extracted my tongue from his mouth, gave him a few pecks on his lips and reached for my bag.

"Sometimes I really wonder what is going on in that pretty little head of yours," Edward said.

"Why? Did you say something?"

"No," he laughed.

I opened the door and stepped out. Edward threw his bag over his shoulder, linked hands with me and locked the car.

"You want to go for a smoke first?" Edward asked.

Yes, my dear Edward smokes.

"Sure."

We headed to the rather large group of people surrounding my brother's Jeep and joined them. Edward grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it before handing it to me.

Uh, yes, I forgot to mention I smoke too on the occasion. I only do it sometimes. Not often at all. I've got no addiction, don't worry.

"Hey, guys," Edward called out and he did the one-armed man-shake-hug thing with a few guys.

I took a deep drag and let the smoke stay in my lungs before breathing it into the air.

"Hey, everyone," I said and the girls waved to me while the guys acknowledged me by tilting their chin up.

Edward took a drag from the cigarette and faced me.

Oh yes! This is what I'm talking about!

His arm wrapped around my waist to pull me closer and he leaned down a little bit. His mouth covered mine, and I opened up instantly. Edward breathed the smoke into my mouth before breaking away.

He winked at me before turning towards some friends. I blushed and walked over to Angela, Rose and Alice who were standing together and I could see they had problems containing their enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's hear it," I gave in reluctantly with a sigh and tapped my foot impatiently on the concrete. They squealed in unison and jumped up and down like a bunch of teenage girls who just saw Justin Bieber.

"O my god, Bella! Why didn't you tell us?!" Alice was hanging of my arm. I never understood why this shit mattered so much.

Yes, Edward and I were together and yes, I liked him very much, but why would I call my friends after midnight only so they can make clear that they'd 'told me so'?

"It's a pretty recent development," I told them which they didn't think was enough information. I told them about how we went skating in Port Angeles and it just happened.

Luckily, the bell rang and it saved my ass from being further interrogated by three professionals.

Edward draped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple before we separated to go to our classes.

We met up during lunch in the cafeteria again with each a piece of lasagna and something to drink on a tray.

"You want to start practicing for the talent show after we finish eating?" he asked.

We sat at our usual table, our chairs close to each other.

I nodded and began munching on the lasagna, which tasted surprisingly good.

Once the 'Bella and Edward sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G' joke was over, Edward and I went to the music room and began talking about which song we were going to pick for the audition tape.

"This is not the song we're going to perform, right?" I clarified. We were sitting together on the piano bench, lyrics of several songs spread out in front of us on the closed piano.

Edward shook his head. "No, I was thinking about doing 'Say Something' for the talent show?" He was scratching the back of his neck, which was a sign that he was uncertain about it.

I grabbed his hand from his neck. "I think that's beautiful," I said. "I do have to learn how to play it on the piano, though. But that won't be a problem I think," I nodded to myself.

"I know you can do it but you must realize the show is next Friday already. If you can't do it, it's not a big deal, we'll choose from the songs you know already," he assured me.

"I can do it," I assured him.

"Okay, now what song are we going to do for the audition tape?" I was tapping my chin dramatically.

Suddenly it felt like a flame ignited in my head. "I know a good one, Edward," I said with a huge smile on my face.

"You can play the piano in this one," I stood from the bench and began to jump around.

"Could you tell me which one you're talking about?" he laughed.

"Human! Human by Christina Perri!* It's that song I've been dying to sing with you on the piano! You know, that one I made you learn about a month ago?" He was nodding along but I sensed he had no idea which one I was talking about.

'But I'm only human, and I plead when I fall down,' I sang.

"Oh! That one!" he stood and walked over to me with a smile on his face.

"Yes! That one!" I smiled too and jumped in his arms before kissing his sweet lips.

"Yeah, baby! Let's do that one," he kissed me back in an intense matter.

And then we practiced. We managed to practice it five times during break so the day after we were ready to record it and hand it in.

Mr. Wright was ecstatic when he listened to our tape and he told us we were in the show.

Which we knew already of course, but the 'protocol' was made for every student so even though he had heard us perform already, he couldn't make an exception for us.

We had 8 days left until the show and I was doing everything I could to get the song right on the piano. We practiced every day after school with me on my keyboard and Edward on his guitar. That was what we were doing when Esme came home with Bree on Friday night.

"Hey, honey," Esme opened the door to Edward's room without knocking. Luckily we were busy practicing and not making out. Edward's parents were happy about our relationship, just like my parents were.

Edward quit playing mid-song and turned towards his mother.

"Bree wants to take a nap so could you tune it down a little?"

"But mom, we have to be ready for Friday and that won't be possible if we don't practice," Edward whined.

"You've been practicing all week, I think you can miss one afternoon. Right, Bella?"

Why do parents always feel the need to hear confirmation by an outsider who clearly doesn't feel comfortable contradicting a grown-up?

"Sorry, Esme, but Edward is right. But we can go to my house, if you'd like? My parents are still at work and Em is probably at Rose's," I felt bad going in against Esme but this really was important.

"Oh, sweetie, I feel bad banning you from my house," Esme said. Luckily she hadn't mistaken my remark for rudeness.

"Don't worry about it, Esme. We've been here a lot the last couple of days and I understand that Bree needs her rest."

I grabbed my keyboard and folded the standard so I could carry it across town.

"Edward, take your car and make sure to be home for dinner. Both of you," she emphasized. She left the room which left Edward and I to grab our shit and go.

We arrived at my house soon. Taking Edward's car had sped up our travel time. We placed our instruments on the ground with care before collapsing on my bed.

Why do I have a feeling we brought the instruments for nothing?

Edward kissed me soundly, igniting the fire within me. Suddenly he broke the kiss.

"You're sure neither Em nor your parents are home, right?" he looked kind of shy.

I knew I didn't want to have sex with Edward yet, but that didn't mean I wouldn't like to do anything else. We'd only officially been together for a short period of time, but we both knew we'd unofficially been together for so much longer.

"Positive," I mumbled with my lips attached to Edward's. He rolled us over so he was on his back and I was straddling him, my hair creating a curtain around our heads. His hands were moving over my body from my waist to my hair, until I felt an uncertain hand on my ass. I broke the kiss and looked him in the eye, which he apparently mistook for unwillingness because he removed his hand. I grabbed it roughly and placed it back, which earned me a crooked grin and I dipped down to kiss him again.

He rolled us over once more so he was on top of me, lying between my legs.

Déjà vu.

( Insert suggestive smiley here )

He began kissing my neck with feather light kisses before getting a little rougher. He bit the skin there softly, careful not to leave a mark.

"You taste as delicious as you look," Edward mumbled into my neck.

His words shot a wave of arousal directly into my panties, where no one apart from myself had ever touched me before.

I tugged on his hair which brought some moans out of Edward that matched my own.

He began moving his hips against mine, creating friction. I didn't want to embarrass myself by making weird noises, but I thought fuck it and began moving mine in sync with his.

He grabbed my hands in each of his and intertwined them above my head on the pillow.

The sensation was amazing, and if the actual sex was even better I couldn't wait to try that with my Edward. My Edward.

Our breathing became heavier and more ragged with our movements, which indicated how close we both were to falling off the edge. The kissing started up again, but it was messy; teeth clashing together and tongues moving in and outside our mouths.

Before long I felt my lower belly starting to erupt in flames and tingle and I felt light. My eyes closed on its own accords, and I was faring myself into oblivion. I came down from my high just to see Edward grunt before collapsing on top of me.

O my god, I just had an orgasm with Edward. O my god, Edward just had an orgasm with me! O my god, I just dry-humped with my boyfriend!

I was afraid things might get awkward, but I should've known better; things with Edward never get awkward.

He was lying next to me on the bed and cupped my face from the side.

"You look fabulous when you come," he whispered with a smile before kissing me softly on my lips. My hand was holding his in place while his other hand gripped my waist so I moved to cuddle closer to him.

I slid my arms around his waist and enjoyed the feeling of being absolutely intoxicated by my Edward. I was still in a haze from my orgasm, having enjoyed it immensely.

"Don't I always look fabulous?" I questioned him with my eyes closed and my lips separated from his by a mere inch.

"Of course you do, baby," he hummed before going back to kissing me.

If this was what being in love felt like, I wouldn't ever want it to stop. I heard a door slam downstairs and a faint voice called up. "I'm home to whomever is home too!"

Edward sat up and dragged a hand through his even-messier-than-normal hair. "That's my cue," he sat.

"What? Are you leaving?" I pouted.

"No," he laughed. "I just have to clean up a bit." He motioned to his crotch area and I felt like bitch for not thinking about that sooner.

"Oh, sorry, yes, go ahead," I said, and I felt blood rushing up to my cheeks.

"I really like your blush too," he whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek and leaving the bed for the bathroom.

Luckily Emmett didn't come upstairs for one of his infamous cock-blocking moments and stayed downstairs doing whatever he was doing.

Edward and I actually managed to practice our song for the talent show a few times and I was getting the hang of playing it on the piano with still a week to spare.

After an hour or two of non-stop practicing – non-stop being only stopping for a kiss here and there – we returned to Edward's home.

"Hey, Em, I'm having dinner at the Cullen's so tell mom that when she comes home," I ordered him. He was on the couch, stuffing his mouth with what looked like Cheerios.

Gross.

"Sure, sis. What are you guys having?" he asked after swallowing. Yellow crumbles where sticking to his face and I saw that the couch had met the same fate.

I looked to Edward and his face said that he really didn't want to tell Emmett. Emmett ate for five and I knew Edward's helpings had already been greatly decreased since Bree came to live with them although she barely ate.

"My mom made a chicken casserole," he reluctantly informed my brother.

"Oh! Count me in, little bro!"

"Little bro?" Edward questioned.

"Yes, it's an abbreviation for little brother. You're with little sis now so that makes you little bro," he seemed proud of himself and shoved another handful of Cheerios into his mouth as a reward.

"Sorry you have to live on even less of your mom's amazing food," I genuinely said, my hand lying on his chest reassuringly.

"It's fine, she made more since she knew you were coming so I hope she has enough for Emmett too," he made a face.

"As if you could ever have enough food for Emmett," I laughed.

"What can I say? I'm a growing boy," Emmett said, rubbing his stomach with the same hand he used to throw the Cheerios into his mouth, creating a yellow stain on his white V-neck.

"Em, get changed quickly, I'm hungry," if it wasn't for him I might've been enjoying a generous helping of Esme's chicken casserole already.

"Yes, mom," my older brother said obediently and he ran upstairs to put on a different shirt.

Meanwhile I grabbed the almost empty bag of chips and put it away.

When I was done, Em and Edward were talking about the guitar in Edward's hand.

"Yes, it's a Gibson," Edward said.

"Cool, man," Emmett slapped Edward's back which made him stumble forward a little.

"Hey!" I protested.

"What?" Emmett asked.

"Be careful with my boyfriend," I said, throwing my arms around Edward's waist and looking up at said boyfriend from underneath my eyelashes.

He dipped down and kissed my lips quickly, which made Emmett groan.

I stood on my tip toes and kissed him back, a little more intense but no tongue involved.

"Can we leave already? I'm starving!" Emmett exclaimed, suddenly standing next to Edward's car.

Edward and I linked hands and walked towards the car. Edward and I sat up front with Emmett sprawled out on the back seat. We linked hands on the center console and drove towards the Cullen mansion.

I swore I could already smell the casserole when we entered the mile-long driveway which made my stomach grumble. Both Edward and Emmett heard it of course and they laughed out loud which made me blush once more.

Edward stroked my cheek lovingly, eyes flicking from the road to my eyes, and I drowned in his eyes once again, knowing I would for a million times more.

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A/N:

( * Human by Christina Perri is by no means mine, it belongs to its respective owners. I only used it.)

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~Nathalie