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BPOV

I headed for the secluded area of the stacks where Edward and I had seen the couple fucking up against the wall the night we met. The memory of how we had both reacted to watching them made my body tingle. Being up against a wall with my legs wrapped around him had been my fantasy since then and now it might actually come true. I could barely keep myself from panting and we were just holding hands.

Working at the library had its pro's and con's. Knowing the best most secluded places was a good thing, but having to deal with crazy people like the guy tonight was definitely not.

There had been a situation like that before where a librarian had to help someone do research they didn't agree with due to their personal beliefs and when they refused it was a big deal. They didn't get fired but it wasn't something people forgot and the librarian ended up leaving for a position somewhere else. I had dealt with weirdoes before but that guy was just creepy.

He hadn't scared me at first; I just thought he was being a jerk, trying to freak me out. But when he had put his hands on me, I got really scared. Thankfully, my personal hero was there. I smiled up at Edward as I thought about how glad I was that he had shown up when he did.

He smiled back down at me quizzically, "What?"

"Nothing, I am just glad you came in tonight. I'm going to owe you big time for being my self appointed bodyguard." I nudged him with my shoulder as we walked.

"Hmm, I think I know of a way you can repay me." He had his finger to his lips like he was seriously thinking, but the way he wagged his eyebrows at me made me laugh.

Well, snort actually.

"Your mind went right to the gutter, didn't it?" I pretended to be shocked, but I was eager to hear what he had come up with.

"Me, gutter? No way. You went there first, I think." He poked my side, chuckling. "But if that's where you want to go…" He trailed off suggestively, before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I snuggled into his side, enjoying the closeness. I was still a little freaked out about being practically assaulted but I knew I was safe with him.

Batting my eyelashes at him, I spoke, my voice low. "Anything for my hero."

He breathed in sharply before leaning down, his sexy mouth close to my ear, "Good to know."

We were quiet then until I lead us down the aisle I had picked out. It was a dead end, with only one entrance. I thought this would be a little safer, not as likely for someone to find us. I couldn't think too much about it, considering I was supposed to be working. I should have told someone I was going on a break or something at least.

Well, too late now.

When we were at the end of the aisle I turned towards him. "So, Graduate Law student, what can I help you with today?"

Smiling, he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Well, Helpful Librarian, I was thinking of doing some research into the mating habits of twenty something's with advanced degrees. I heard they can be a little on the wild side."

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Another weirdo. You would…" I couldn't finish my thought because he had covered my lips with his own.

It was a soft kiss, sweet. Not what I was expecting at all. His mouth was gently plucking at mine, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips.

My spine sagged, and his arms gripped me tighter, holding me up against the wall.

Yes!

My arms snaked around his neck, my fingers coming to rest in his hair. I pulled his head closer to mine, deepening the kiss.

His mouth opened wider, and I slid my tongue along his. His mouth was warm, his breath hot on my face.

After a few minutes I felt one of his hands sliding under my sweater and tank top. He dragged his fingers up my ribs to just under my breast. I had a shelf bra tank on under my thick cardigan sweater, so I hadn't worn a bra today. Seemed like a good thing now that I think about it.

He groaned when he realized that there was no bra to work around and the noise alone was enough to soak my panties. Too bad I hadn't foregone them today.

His fingers worked their way under the cotton of my tank and cupped my full breasts. They felt heavy, and when he brushed his thumbed over the hard tip, I shuddered.

He pulled back from kissing me and looked languorously to where his fingers were working my nipple. The smile that spread across his now swollen lips was sexy and crooked, and I had never been so turned on.

Covering my other breast with his free hand, he watched my face. It was a little strange to be looked at so closely, and I blushed. I'm sure I was flushed from our "research" so I hoped he didn't notice.

"I love it when you blush, it's so sexy."

No such luck.

Oh, well. At least he thought it was hot.

"Glad you think so." My voice was so breathy and low, I was a little shocked by it.

He leaned in close, nuzzling into the hair on my shoulder, before speaking. "Definitely."

His whole body was pressed up against me, and I could feel just how hard he was. I ground my hips against his instinctively, reveling in the pressure.

He responded by rubbing his erection even harder into me, while his mouth trailed up my throat, licking and kissing as he went. My eyes slid shut, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin again.

His hands were still working my breasts, pulling and pinching almost painfully. I had to focus to not cry out, alerting someone to our location.

When he pulled away from me, I sighed unhappily. He laughed low before moving his lips to where his hands had been.

He sucked one nipple in his mouth through the fabric of my shirt. The thin cotton was soaked quickly and the feeling of the rough rasp of his tongue was just heightened by the barrier.

My head lolled to side, unable to stay up while his actions made my body surge and swirl. My breath was uneven and I felt dizzy.

He switched to the other side, covering my breast with his mouth. My hands were working through his messy hair, tugging as he sucked.

My legs were spread and I wanted to wrap them around his waist. When I moved to do it, he grabbed my thigh, pulling me tight to him.

But before I could get them both around him, he backed away from me.

I pouted, my bottom lip sticking out. He swooped in for a kiss, pulling my lip between his teeth and biting lightly. I moaned and he covered my mouth with his again, smiling against my lips.

He grasped my hands, moving them above my head, pinning them against the wall.

How did he know I liked that?

Kissing his way down my neck, over my collarbone, he sank to his knees. His teeth brushed the wet spots on my shirt before continuing down. He pulled my tank up so that he could kiss my stomach, causing me to inhale sharply.

Down he continued.

Swirling his tongue around my belly button, he tugged on the piercing there, before trailing his tongue downward.

When he reached my jeans, he paused at the button looking up at me before unhooking it. I wasn't sure if he wanted approval or what. The fact that I could barely stand up should have been an indicator that whatever he wanted to do to me was okay.

I smiled and nodded at him, and he went to work quickly. My jeans were unbuttoned and he slid them down to my knees, before running the backs his fingers just inside the edge of my panties. He pressed his lips against my wetness, his tongue tracing my slit through the lace.

I groaned, and my hands fell to my sides. My hips bucked forward, eager for him to get closer. For him to put his mouth on me, for him to suck, and bite, and lap at my tender flesh. My whole body was tense, waiting.

And then he slid the lace down my hips, just long enough for the cool air to hit my skin before he moved in closer. His hot breath hit my skin as he inhaled deeply. I wanted to cry in frustration, or push him to the floor and grind myself into his mouth.

Deciding that neither of these was the right move, I just watched him. He was so serious, licking his lips before he leaned in and lapped at my clit. He flattened his tongue, rubbing the sensitive underside before flicking with the tip.

My legs buckled and he propped me up in his strong hands, his thumbs pressing into my hip bones and his fingers cupping my ass.

He found a rhythm I liked, which I am sure was obvious by the way my hands now pulled at his hair, forcing his tongue deeper inside me.

His sounds, the little pants and groans he made as he worked, were so sexy, like he was so focused he didn't notice. His fingers dug into my skin painfully, only increasing the pleasure that was building.

I could feel myself spiraling closer to release, and began rocking my hips. My breath was coming faster and faster, and while I tried to stay quiet, I couldn't stifle the moans entirely.

He looked up at me and when our eyes met, I felt my body shudder as I began to climax. He didn't stop, drawing it out until I pulled away because it was too much; our eyes connected the whole time. It was amazing.

I couldn't even speak, I couldn't even move. I was so wrung out from that orgasm or two, it was hard to believe.

Then I heard voices. Someone was headed over into the stacks near us.

I looked down at him, panicking. He pulled my panties and jeans back up before standing. As I buttoned up, he wiped his face off on the t-shirt under his sweater. He was so calm, but the bulge in his jeans led me to believe it was just a good cover.

He turned to me, and gestured to shelf behind my head. "So, these are the books you were talking about?"

He was good. I was still shaking and he was totally trying to fake people out.

"Um, yeah, these should help you." I was trying to nod, to look like I had any idea what I was pointing at.

He smiled at me, turning to see if they had gone. When he was sure they were out of range, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

"You are beautiful, and delicious."

I blushed at his blatant declaration, choosing to just hug him in response. I rested my head against his chest, trying to calm my breathing.

"Ok, I have to get back to work. Someone is bound to come looking for me and that would be bad." I can't believe I had done this, or rather had this done to me while working. It sure did put coming to work in a whole new light.

"Sure, I understand. What time do you get off work?" He had tipped my chin up so that he could look at me.

"I get off at 6:00. Did you want to hang out tonight?" Please say yes.

"What did you have in mind?" He had that crooked smile thing going again, and my brain went fuzzy.

"Well, we could watch movies at my place. Angela is at Ben's apartment most nights." Why did I say that? Did it make me seem desperate or whorish?

"Sounds good to me. You want me to come over around 7:00?"

"Yeah, that will work. It will give me time to wrap stuff up and get home." And change into something much less bulky and much more comfortable.

We exchanged cell phone numbers so that I could call if anything came up. Not that I was going to let that happen. Hopefully he wouldn't have anything better to do either.

Walking back to the elevators, we stayed snug up against each other, only separating when he turned to leave. Before he left, I thought of something and laughed.

He looked at me, wondering, I am sure, what I found so funny.

I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him, so I leaned close to him, speaking softly.

"I am supposed to keep track of how many students I help with their research. But I am not sure if that will fit anywhere in my stats sheet." I was giggling now at the idea of it.

He laughed, sounding relieved. "I'm kind of glad you don't have a category for that. Makes us unique."

"Well, I don't know how unique we are, but I definitely think we challenged ourselves. Or at least you did." I squeezed his hand before turning to head to my desk. "See you at 7:00."

"It's a date." His words were low, so that no one could overhear but they sent a shiver through me. 7:00 o'clock couldn't get here fast enough.

EPOV

God that was hot! And intense.

That woman doesn't have a clue how dangerously sexy she is. The quiet of the library, her hushed moans, that sweet blush, no bra, a belly button ring…all the while enjoying the taste of her, I could still smell her on my shirt…

Fuck!

Seven o'clock could not come fast enough. It wasn't even just the prospect of the sex though, it was so much more. The physical was just a bonus. When I was with her, when I touched her, talked to her, it was like we belonged. I had never had a connection with someone like this. It was crazy. Maybe there was something to that BS Alice likes to spout about soul mates and things being meant to be.

Nope – I am not going there. Not yet at least.

We had been getting to know each other gradually but since that first encounter I hadn't been able to think of anything but her. She was shy, but oddly bold. Witty, yet adorably goofy. Strong and independent but still had that sexy vulnerability that was such a turn on. Quirky and hot as hell. Perfect in every way…I was becoming a total sap.

If she knew what I was thinking she would think I was a stalker or a pervert or something.

Hell, I was a stalker. Every spare moment I had spent in that stupid library just trying to talk to her. On the bright side, I was very caught up on my course work and if I needed a part time job I could get one there. I knew my way around well enough.

Three o'clock…why did I have to say seven? I should have offered to pick her up from work.

Would it seem too eager to be waiting at her door when she got home? Hmm, maybe so.

I thought about going back to the apartment to take a nap or something but I definitely didn't want to run into Jas, not yet. Today was starting to go very well; I didn't need to get into it with him.

Damn. She was calling me. Is she calling to cancel? I don't know if I could accept that, not now. Answer the phone!

"Hey, Bella"

"Edward?"

"Yeah, what's up, beautiful?" Okay, I didn't sound too anxious, maybe a little too flirty though.

"Umm…" she sounded nervous. Great. She is trying to figure out how to tell me that she doesn't want to see me.

I could beg…I wasn't above doing that.

"Bella?"

"Yeah, sorry…so, I was thinking…" She was going to kill me if she didn't spit it out. "Uh, so I was just wondering, maybe, if you wanted to…"

I think I may have been holding my breath.

"I am taking off in an hour and I thought maybe you could come by before seven." She said the last part so fast it took a second to process.

Oh! Hell yes. She was reading my mind. "Definitely, just tell me when." No, I'm not eager or anything.

She laughed now, her tension gone. "Well, I was thinking I would wind things up here and sneak out so that I was home by four?"

An hour. I could do that. I should probably play it cool, and stop acting like a thirteen year old girl. "Yeah, sounds good. You going to be hungry? Should I pick something up for us to eat before I come?"

"Nah, we can order something when you get there. Just get there." Maybe she was as excited about this as I was.

Okay, I had less than an hour.

I wanted to bring her something. Flowers just didn't seem adequate. What do you get a girl who gives you the best blowjob you have ever had, in a diner bathroom no less and who lets you do what I just did to her in a library?

No amount of roses could really say what I felt.

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I did my best not to be waiting on her doormat like a lost puppy at four o'clock. I took my time but still managed to be walking up to her door as she was going in.

She spun around when I approached, the door still not opened, the key in the lock. "Wow, you're punctual. Nice. Or is it eager?" She snorted. Of course I laughed, she was entirely too cute. And right.

She didn't immediately turn back to open the door so I approached her slowly, giving her my best smile. She inhaled sharply and held it, her lips parted slightly, as I positioned myself so that our mouths were close enough for her to feel my breath on her cheek. I did not close my eyes, nor did I press my lips to hers, I reached behind her and turned her key, opening the door. "Now who's eager?" I whispered as I pulled away to lead her into the apartment. She exhaled and closed her eyes before turning and following me in.

It was just nice to know we were on even ground.

"What you got there?" she ask me as she set her bags on the counter.

I smiled, "Gifts." Her face fell.

Strange reaction to a present.

"You didn't need to buy me anything." she said, shaking her head as she walked into the living room.

Okay, doesn't like gifts; good to know.

"Come on, it isn't much. Just a few things I want you to have."

She leaned against the back of the couch; it looked as if she wasn't going to argue so I reached into the small bag and pulled out a keychain with a container of pepper spray on it. "For when I'm not there to protect you from the horde of crazies at the library, that way I won't worry about you." I dangled it from my finger.

"And when exactly aren't you there?" she raised one of eyebrows, a smug smirk on her pouty lips.

Touché. Guess she had noticed.

But she reached out and took the item from my hand, examining it before moving past me quickly to her bag and putting it onto her keychain. I turned to watch her and she looked back at me expectantly. "You said things?"

"Yeah, uh…" I wasn't sure if she would know why I had bought this for her. I would never be able to watch it again without thinking of her, no matter the circumstances that brought the images. I pulled the movie from the bag now and handed it to her. "I thought you might like this?"

She laughed loudly this time, snorting. "I should have known that was you! Jas really had no idea."

Again, she moved around me towards a shelf not taking the DVD from my hand – did she ever stay still? – I turned to watch her. She bent over, which granted me a nice view of her ass in her worn jeans, and started thumbing through the items in front of her. When she stood back up she held up a DVD in front of her in triumph.

I laughed. She was holding a copy of The Secretary, with an obviously well worn case; the very DVD I had in my hand. "Nice." I didn't have any other words. "I'll just give this one to Em or something, he'll probably appreciate it."

"Very sweet of you though," she put the DVD back in its place and walk over to me. This time I didn't play around.

I pulled her against me and pressing my mouth against hers, she responded with a soft moan while my tongue explored her mouth.

I was thinking I could stay right where I was forever but she pulled away after a short time. Still breathless, she smiled, "So, how about some Chinese? Or pizza?" I guess we were actually going to hang out. I was oddly cool with the prospect even though I would like nothing better than to throw her down on that couch and taste her again.

She could be dessert.

"Chinese sounds good."

"Alright, why don't you find us a movie," she motioned over to the large book shelf that she had been at previously, "and I will order. Anything in particular?"

I turned to start looking at her pretty impressive movie collection. "No, just whatever. I am not picky."

I started reading titles and vaguely became aware of a pattern, though I wasn't able to decipher it because occasionally something would pop up that would throw me off. I heard her come back into the room and felt her when she came up beside me laying her head on my shoulder. "Not finding anything you like?" she asked when I did not say anything.

"Um, it's not that really, I was more interested in the order that you have these in." I just couldn't figure it out. I was usually good at figuring out patterns and stuff like that.

She giggled. "What makes you think they are in any sort of order?"

"'Cause I can kind of see it, but then you have something like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory between the Amityville Horror and Thirteen Ghosts." I pointed out the oddity.

"Scary movies," she shrugged. "Didn't you find Willy to be a little creepy? And the girl getting blown up like a blueberry? Terrifying."

I chuckled and continued, "Okay, well what about these? Pearl Harbor, First Daughter, and Born on the Fourth of July?"

She looked up at me with a smile, "Can't you guess?" I shook my head, "those are for when I am in a patriotic mood."

"Guess I should have figured." I think I was catching on. "So these, though they vary in years," I motioned to her collection of cartoons, Brat Pack, early nineties movies, high school romances and bad remakes "are like childhood favorites?"

"Yep, for those days I feel a little nostalgic."

This woman was too awesome. "Um, you know that you aren't old enough to be nostalgic for Charlie's Angels?"

She scoffed, "Who says I have to be nostalgic for my childhood?"

"What is The Zone? Is this Russian?" I had never heard of the movie, not that I was watching a lot of Russian movies. "Are these your Foreign films?"

"Foreign? No, although a lot of them are. Those are the intellectual films. The ones that make me think. Have you ever heard of The Zone?" She looked up at me, uncertain. "Most normal people have not."

"No, I haven't, and what do you mean by normal? Are you trying to say I am not an intellectual?" I scoffed.

"If the shoe doesn't fit…" She trailed off, giggling at me.

Still shaking my head, I went to the shelf she had pulled The Secretary from earlier, "I think I get these…" I looked at her raising my eyebrows.

She blushed now. "You know, girls get frisky too."

Just as I was about to respond I saw a movie next to Nine and a Half Weeks that threw me once again. I reached and pulled it out to be sure that I had put the title and the movie together correctly. "So, why would She's the Man be in your frisky collection?"

I think her face turned the reddest I had ever seen it. "Bella?"

She turned and flopped herself onto the couch with a sigh. "Just pick something."

"Bella? Tell me why…" I had to know now. "Is it just misplaced?"

"No," she whispered. I held it up waiting for her answer, trying not to laugh. "Fine! Channing Tatum happens to be a talented young actor who also happens to look more than fine without a shirt on." she crossed her arms over her chest and looked anywhere but at me.

Well, okay. Maybe I didn't want to know. I thought about Tatum for a minute. He kind of looks more like Em than me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. "Uh, so not to sound gay but he is kinda ripped, isn't he?"

She stood up from the couch again looking at me, the corner of her lips lifting slightly. "Jealous 'cause I like some eye candy?" Her voice said she was teasing but there was some mischief behind her eyes. "You know…" she took the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth – it was the single sexiest thing I had ever seen – "you aren't so hard to look at yourself." She closed the distance between us moving her lips against my chin across my jaw, my breath caught. She was trying to kill me.

She whispered into my ear now, "We'll have to see how you look with out a shirt on," Hell yes! "later." She finished.

Damn!

The food arrived shortly, Bella had ordered a little of everything. She pulled herself up on the cabinet grabbing some chopsticks and one of the cartons. I followed suit, making sure that I was close enough that an accidental touch or graze would not be missed. I was not disappointed.

"So, Edward, we know all about me. What about you?" she asked once we were settled.

I answered all her questions, just as she had the evening before. She leaned against me when she laughed and her hands would linger on my hand, arm or thigh. I reveled in the sound of her giggles and the expressions she showed while I talked. She almost slid off the counter once because she was gesturing wildly, but I caught her before she could fall.

Occasionally she would even offer a bite of food from her container in exchange for some of my noodles, at which point we would attempt to feed each other from our respective boxes with our chopsticks, making more of a mess than anything. It was probably, hands down, the most enjoyable dinner and conversation I had ever had. She seemed genuinely interested in everything I had to say and asked question after question about my family, my classes, and me in general.

All in all, possibly, though I would never admit it out loud, I wouldn't have missed the opportunity to just have dinner with her, even for another go around with her and her panties, though I hoped that was still in the cards.

After we cleaned up and put away the left over food she took my hand and led me into the living room. I sat on the couch while she loaded the first DVD we had selected, Bram Stoker's Dracula. We were watching The Zone next, to prove to her that I could handle a little existentialism.

She excused herself once the previews started and I waited. Soon enough she came out, dressed in what I assumed were her pajamas, yoga pants and a tank top much like the one that I had my hands and mouth on earlier in the day. I loved it that she was so easy going, what girl would be comfortable enough on a first date to do that. Well, in fairness, we had done things slightly backward but it seemed familiar and not at all awkward.

Without a word she took her place by my side, leaving no space between us. I draped my arm around her, hugging her close to my body after throwing a blanket from the back of the couch over our legs. I didn't try to push things; I wanted this night to take its own course, it seemed wrong to force something that felt so right. So we sat there, huddled close, laughing and joking throughout the movies, the conversation never feeling uneasy or strained.

It was only towards the end of The Zone when I realized that Bella's breath had evened out and she was fast asleep. I was entirely too tired and content to leave so I laid down, pulling her against me us so that I could hold her as we slept, just as I had the night before.

As I drifted off I thought about what a different direction this night had taken from what I had originally envisioned but recognized immediately that I was not at all disappointed.

AC: So, here it is...an all Edward and Bella chapter. Do you think they will be happy with it?

AN: I would think so...I mean, what more could they possibly ask for?

AC: Well, I am sure there is at least one thing they could ask for...should we give it to them soon?

AN: Edward will be back next chapter...we can probably think if something...

AC: A copy of She's the Man?

AN: Channing Tatum trussed up on a platter?

AC: All the available seasons of The Tudors on DVD?

AN: Henry Cavill on the bathroom floor?

AC: These are things we need…what would they want?

AN: An update?

AC: Well, we better get to work then!