Hmmm, this is tough. I got kinda mixed reviews on my Edward, so I'm toning it down a little in this chapter. If you want to see more of dominant Edward, review and tell me! Of course, he might have other ideas as well. I'm having trouble figuring out my version of Edward so I'm going to work on that.

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Thanks to kcdancer, JessMess, and Miss Starstruck for suggesting new names for this story, and special thanks to PixelDaisies who suggested the name I changed it to.

I woke up to the sound of wood splintering. The crashing echoed through the room, and I realized I was in Edward's bed, in Edward's arms, wearing only a pair of pajama shorts. He had pulled on a shirt sometime during the night and I was lying practically on top of him, my chest smushed against his. I immediately started to blush, but Edward just pulled me closer, grinning.

"Edward," I asked hesitantly, "what's that noise?"

He grimaced. "Emmett and Rose," he replied with a pained look on his face. I heard a scream that practically rocked the house.

"You mean they're . . ." My face was on fire.

"Well, not anymore," he replied. "They're finally done for now, thank God."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Um, are they always so . . . loud?"

"Ha! Like you have any right to judge!" Emmett's voice yelled up, and I cringed, waiting for the inevitable. And there it came, in the form of his very best falsetto. "Edward! Oh, Edward! More! Harder, please!" I heard a smack from downstairs.

I buried my face in Edward's chest and heard him growling beneath my cheek. "Emmett, one more word and your Jeep dies."

"No fair!"

Another slapping sound. "Thank you, Alice," Edward called.

My cheek was pressed tightly to Edward's cold skin, which I hoped would cool down the raging blush. He stroked my hair. "It's okay, Bella. I've heard much, much worse from every single member of my family. You just talked a bit in your sleep; it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered against his skin. He just chuckled, and I sighed. "Guess it's time to get up."

Edward reluctantly allowed me to pull away. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and pulled it on, blushing with the knowledge that he was watching me. I went into his bathroom to clean up and when I came out, Edward was waiting for me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and murmured, "Come on, Esme made breakfast."

I got to the kitchen and my eyes widened at the sight of the sheer amount of food Esme had cooked. "She's going to make me fat," I muttered under my breath. I heard laughter from the living room and for about the hundredth time that morning, a blush covered my face. Sometimes I still forgot about the fact that every vampire in the house could hear anything I whispered.

After I'd eaten Alice drove me back to Charlie's, keeping up the pretense that we'd had a girls' night in. I showered, dressed, and started working on my homework. After an hour and a half or so, the doorbell rang and Charlie left the television to answer it, muttering under his breath. Edward stepped in and greeted my dad, polite as always, before joining me at the kitchen table. "Do you need any help?" he asked in his velvety voice as his eyes smoldered at me.

"Umm, actually, I'm having some trouble with the calculus."

Edward grinned and lifted me off my chair before sitting and pulling me on top of him. He looked over my shoulder at the problems. "What are you having difficulties with, exactly?" Wow. Charlie must have been really into the game for Edward to dare this so close to him.

I did my best to focus on my schoolwork rather than his body beneath mine, but it was difficult, to say the least. "I'm, uh, I don't really . . . understand . . . U-substitution."

He chuckled and snaked his arm around me, taking the pencil and explaining the problems to me. I made a valiant effort to focus on his words rather than the sound of his voice, and it worked through more than half of the problem set. Eventually, though, his voice beside my ear overcame all other sensations and took me back to the night before. Through the fabric of our clothes I could feel the coolness of Edward's skin pressed up against my back, and I savored the feeling of his arms around me, one draped across my stomach and one brushing against my breast as he wrote. My eyes closed and I became hyperaware of his sweet scent surrounding me. My breath quickened and I imagined that there were no barriers between us, that his arm was touching my bare skin and his fingers were moving towards my nipples as his other hand moved down . . .

" . . . Bella? Bella, are you listening to me?"

I jumped and flushed, knowing I'd been caught. "Uh . . ."

Suddenly I was on the chair alone and Edward was seated next to me before I could blink. Charlie walked in. "Bella, it's almost dinnertime. I'm sure Edward's family is waiting for him."

I wanted to scowl despite the fact that Charlie had kept me from having to make an embarrassing confession to Edward. Every minute spent without my love was a minute wasted. "Of course, Charlie," Edward said smoothly, standing up. "Bella, I'll see you in school tomorrow."

I made a face at him while Charlie wasn't looking and walked to the door. "I'll be waiting upstairs" he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and leaving. I sighed and turned back inside, starting dinner and trying to ignore Charlie's satisfied look. "So, Bells, what were you working on?" he asked cheerfully.

"Calculus," I replied. "U-substitution."

"Oh." We ate dinner mostly in silence, as usual. "Night, Bella" Charlie said before going upstairs. I put the food away and washed the dishes before running to the bathroom to clean up. I'd showered and brushed my teeth before I realized that I hadn't gotten pajamas. I'd been in too much of a hurry to get back to Edward. Oh, well, nothing for it but to wrap myself in a towel and grab something from my room.

When I walked through my door all thoughts flew out of my head. Edward was sitting in the middle of my bed, wearing only a pair of jeans. Every time I saw him like this, his beauty affected me as much as the first time. He was impossibly beautiful, and he was staring at me with hunger blatantly visible in his eyes.

I froze at the look he was giving me, and he sat perfectly still, drinking me in with his gaze. "Bella . . ." He stood and slowly stalked towards me like a lion hunting its prey. "You're not wearing anything under that towel, are you?"

"Well, I was kind of eager to finish my human minutes quickly and I sort of forgot to grab pajamas—I'll just get them now and go change." The words left my mouth in a rush of air.

I walked past Edward, trying not to look at him so I wouldn't be tempted to jump him. Without clothes, that might be a bad idea. I opened my PJ drawer, but before I could pick anything out, a pair of cold arms wrapped around me from behind.

"I don't think that will be necessary, love," he breathed into my ear.

The tone of his voice made me shiver and I leaned back into him unconsciously. His arms tightened and he dropped his mouth to my neck, breathing deeply.

"Masochist," I muttered.

He chuckled against my skin. "Not at all, love. You smell quite different when you're . . . aroused. It inspires altogether different instincts in me."

My skin flushed, partly from embarrassment, but mostly out of desire. I was already panting, and when he slid his tongue along my neck, I moaned.

Edward turned off the lights before taking my hand and drawing me towards the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled me down until we mimicked our position in the kitchen, with his arms wrapped around my body and my back pressed against his chest. He trailed his lips up my neck until he reached the hollow behind my ear. I breathed in sharply as he blew a stream of cool air against my skin while simultaneously pulling me even closer.

One of Edward's hands traced back and forth along where I had the towel knotted while the other gently grasped my jaw and pulled me in for a kiss. I sighed against his lips. Our mouths moved together softly for a moment before his lips hardened and his tongue claimed my mouth. Even as he kissed me, Edward's hand was moving back and forth until my breasts were swollen with need for his touch. The tension mounted until it became unbearable and I arched my back, pressing myself against his fingers.

Edward groaned and drew back a little bit. He waited until I opened my eyes and, holding my gaze with his, slowly opened my towel. His fingers stroked the skin just above my breasts before moving to the valley below, and I closed my eyes on a moan. He cupped my breasts in his cold hands, stroking and kneading, before tracing designs all over them. The only place he avoided was my nipples.

When he began to lower his head, I sucked in a huge gasp of air and held it until his lips met my skin. He kissed every inch of my breasts, except the centers. I was panting and grabbing his hair, holding on for dear life when he finally drew my nipple into his mouth. I sighed as he stroked it with his tongue, made a strangled whimpering noise when he removed his mouth, and moaned loudly when he nipped at the other nipple with his lips.

Suddenly Edward flipped us over until I was lying on the bed while he hovered over me, and I groaned again. "Open your eyes, Bella," he murmured. I reluctantly obeyed, slowly dragging myself out of the haze of lust he'd drowned me in. "Charlie's right down the hall, so you're going to have to be quiet. Please control yourself; I don't want to stop, not yet."

This declaration shot a bolt of sheer lust through my body and I vowed to be totally silent. However, when he returned his lips to my breast and began trailing one hand down my stomach, I had to admit this was easier said than done. I covered my mouth with my forearm, stifling my moans and whimpers, and gave myself over to the sensations he was creating in my body.

Edward's fingers drifted down, low, lower, until they reached the thatch of curls. He hesitated and my breath seized. Then, ever so slowly, he reached down until his hand found the pool of moisture that had gathered between my legs. He growled at this evidence of my desire and I bit into my arm to keep from crying out.

One of his long fingers circled my entrance until I was thrusting my hips against him. Then it slipped inside and I screamed against my skin. The pleasure was blinding. His lips were wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, and his thumb moved up and stroked back and forth, searching. When he hit my little bundle of nerves, my spine arched off the bed. He added another finger and I was gone.

Once again, my world shattered, but this time, it was so much more. Feeling Edward's bare skin in my most intimate of places created pleasure like I had never experienced before. The triple sensations of his thumb gently rubbing against my clit, his tongue stroking my nipple, and his fingers pressing deep inside me shot me into outer space.

When I came back to myself Edward was still there, resting his face on my breasts and gently cupping my sex with his palm. He sucked air into his lungs greedily, as if trying to memorize my scent.

I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him up for a kiss. Although he probably just felt the barest of pressures, Edward lifted his face to mine, kissing me deeply. I stroked his chest, hesitated for just a moment, and trailed my fingers down to the waistband of his jeans.

Edward broke away and gently drew my hand off his skin, kissing my knuckles before returning it to me. "Bella, my love," he said, staring into my eyes with probably the same soft look I was giving him, "I'm sorry. I've reached the very limit of my control."

I frowned. "Edward, you've given me so much pleasure, I just want to return the favor."

He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. "I know, Bella, but believe me, you've given me more pleasure than I could ever have asked for by just being alive, and tonight, your passion was more than reward enough. I love you more than anything else in the world, but my self-control isn't boundless, and . . . I think that anything more tonight just might kill me." He flashed his crooked smile at me and I pouted.

"Fine. But it'll be your turn soon, buster!"

He grinned at me. "I promise, Bella, eventually we will do everything you want. But for now, it's time to sleep."

He pulled me against him and began to hum my lullaby but I shot up. "Oh my god! I need clothes!"

Edward chuckled. "I don't know, Bella, I rather like you like this."

I glared at him. "Charlie!"

He looked chagrined. "Of course. Forgive me, I can't believe I forgot about that."

Five minutes later, I was wrapped in Edward's arms once more, this time safely clothed. He kissed me on the cheek and murmured, "Sleep, my love." I slowly drifted to sleep and very sweet dreams.

A/N: U-substitution is a bitch! So is calculus in general.

OK, in the next chapter I'm thinking I should do a little something for poor sexually frustrated Edward. What do you think?

I'm a generally under-motivated person, but reviews make me feel guilty for not updating and motivate me to write! So review! Please!