Disclaimer- The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me.

A/N- OK, here's the smut I promised. Well, it's not really that bad, but it should be fun, so break out your Guitar Hero and rock on!

BPOV

Alice, as usual, approved my dress for the night by the time that Edward and Jasper came by to pick us up. "I don't know these people at all."

"Take a Xanax with you," Alice said.

"I will."

"Edward will be with you, you'll be fine," she said. "And Jazz and I will be, too."

"I know."

"So, you've been really quiet about last night," Alice said, raising her eye brows.

"Nothing happened," I said, shrugging. "No sex."

"Boo," Alice said, sticking out her tongue. "We need to have a talk." There was a knock on the door- I knew it was either one of our boyfriends. She ran to answer the door while I got out the Xanax and adjusted the strap on my shoe. When I heard Jasper's voice, I called Edward.

"I'm on my way," he said. "I'm just running a few minutes late. Let Alice and Jasper go ahead."

"Okay, I'll tell them," I said. "Hey, guys, Edward's on the way. You two go on, he'll catch up with me."

"Okay, thanks," Alice said, hugging me. "See you there."

I put the dishes in the dishwasher while waiting on Edward. He called me from his car when he arrived.

"Hi, Bella," he said, as I climbed into his car. "I was just running late leaving the hospital."

"That's okay."

"You look nervous."

"I am," I said. "My stomach hurts."

"You'll love Emmett," he said. "Rosalie's a bit difficult to get to know, but she's great once you do. She's really got an amazing heart."

"I hope so," I said nervously.

"I'll be at your side the entire time."

"Well, Alice made me take a Xanax along."

"I wish you wouldn't," he said. "But, if it gets you though the night, Bella."

"I know."

Rosalie and Emmett didn't live much further from Edward than I did, but it would have been impossible for me to find their apartment. Edward helped me out of the car and helped me into the building. "Hi everyone," he said, entering the building. "I got held up at work."

Alice was sitting on Jasper's lap with a glass of wine, enjoying herself. I saw Emmett and Rosalie, and I felt like a Raggedy Anne doll; she looked like a supermodel, just as I remembered.

"This is Bella, Alice's roommate," Edward said. "You remember Rosalie and Emmett from the engagement party at my apartment, right?"

"Hi, Bella," Emmett said. He stood up and hugged me, right as Edward taking my jacket. I was taken off-guard, but everyone laughed. He had a great smile. "It's good to see you. You want something to drink?"

"Oh, I don't know, some water?"

"You're not really going to drink water, are you?" Rosalie asked, almost sneering.

"We've got a great port," Emmett said. "I'll get a glass for you." He ran off to the kitchen. He was like a kid with ADD.

"He's a bit hyper, sometimes," Edward explained. "I got him really hyped up about seeing you and Alice."

Emmett came back with a glass of wine and a glass of beer for Edward. "Try it."

I took a sip. "This is actually pretty good," I said.

"We were just talking about the video game Guitar Hero," Jasper said.

"Never played it," I said.

"I was hoping we could talk about something else," Rosalie said pointedly.

"I was trying to get Alice to try it," Emmett said.

"Yeah!" Alice cried.

"Have a seat," Emmett said.

Edward and I took a seat on the couch while Emmett turned on the Wii and hooked up the guitar controllers while trying to explain the game. Rosalie exited to the kitchen.

"Okay, let's try the easiest level," he said. "You can play this sitting down."

"I can believe you've got our guests playing Guitar Hero at one of my dinner parties!" Rosalie yelled from the kitchen.

Emmett put the guitar on me. "Here, you try it."

My first attempt at it went extremely poorly, but Edward, Jasper and Emmett had a great time laughing at us and taking pictures of Alice doing her best rock star snarl and rocking out on the guitar. Another couple came, Penelope and Ben. My second game went much, much better, although Alice and I fared about the same. When Edward and Jasper took a turn at it, I expected Edward to do much better, but he didn't, really.

"Okay, I'm putting an end to this," Rosalie said, entering the room. "Give me the guitar." She put it on and played against Jasper, and beat the living crap out of him on the game. It was funny.

I had drunk a glass of wine by now, and my stomach was getting a bit queasy. "Okay, we're eating dinner, now," Rosalie declared, turning off the Wii.

I tried to eat dinner, but my stomach had other plans. I was feeling a bit hot. "Are you feeling alright?" Edward whispered.

"No, not really."

"Can I take you home?"

"I think I can make it through the rest of the night."

"Thanks," he said, kissing my cheek.

I sat through the rest of dinner, although I couldn't eat. Emmett gladly ate the food I didn't finish, much to Rosalie's outrage. She was more angry at Emmett than me. I felt pretty comfortable around Emmett, although I didn't want to admit that I felt like Rosalie didn't like me. I didn't understand- how did Rosalie and Emmett end up together? Edward said they were good together, they made sense together. Well, he had known them for almost fifteen years.

Edward took me home after dessert because I was feeling nauseated.

"You're not going to throw up, are you?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I said, holding my stomach. "Just drive carefully, don't swerve the car too much."

"I won't," he said. I didn't want to puke- Jasper said it was an expensive car. "So, what did you think of Rosalie and Emmett?"

"Rosalie didn't like me, did she?"

"Rosalie doesn't like anybody at first," he said. "Don't let it get to you."

"I'll try not to," I said. "Why are you friends with her, anyways?"

"We were friends as kids."

We hit a pothole in the road, and I felt acid, acrid bile come up in my throat. I couldn't force it back down and it came out- onto my dress. "Oh god!" I cried.

"Is there more?"

"This is so gross," I mumbled

"Bella, I'm a surgeon, you don't want to know what bodily fluids I've had all over me," he said. "Do I need to pull over?"

"Yes," I said. He pulled over and I got out of the car and bent over to puke. I must have had a stomach virus or something- I was throwing up, now.

"Is that it?" Edward asked, patting my back.

"Yes," I said. "I think so."

He helped me up and into the car, again. "I hope I didn't get it in your car."

"No, you didn't," he said, stroking my hair. "It's okay if you did, Bella, I've got leather seats." I could smell my own vomit, still. I was guilty of bulimia, too, and it didn't quite smell this bad, normally. It was the putrid smell of food that had overheated in my stomach. Edward helped me into my apartment.

I was feeling dizzy, now, I couldn't stand upright without clutching something. "Can you just stick me in my bed?"

"Sure," Edward said. "We need to get you out of this dress, though."

"Edward, no," I said, the idea of him taking me out of this dress still scared me. I didn't want him seeing the hanging skin on my stomach and fat rolls around my ribs and hips.

"The human body is a body, Bella. I'll just look at you like that if you're so nervous about it," he said. "What's the big deal about me seeing you in your underwear?"

"I'm not getting into it," I said. He carried me into my room and took my shoes off.

"I don't see how you women walk in these," he said.

"They look good," I said.

"They do," he said. He went over to my dresser. "What about these pajama pants?"

"They'll do," I said.

He got out a tank top. "Will this do?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. He put the pajama pants on me under the dress, while Dizzy came into the room and jumped onto the bed to watch.

He unzipped the dress. "Don't worry, I'll look up," he said. He slipped the dress off of me, and onto the floor. He felt around until he found the tank top and held it over my head. I put my arms through the arm holes, and he slipped it down my body, trying to keep his eyes on the ceiling. "Okay, you're in your pajamas," he said. I collapsed on him.

"You looked at me, didn't you?" I asked.

"Okay, just a little," he said.

"Edward!" I blushed as he carried me back to the bed and set me down. I could still smell my pungent vomit on myself, still. I gagged a little at the scent.

"Sorry! I couldn't help myself! You'll be okay?"

"Yes."

"Alright," he said, flipping off the lights. He came back with a bottle of water.

I tried to sleep, but the smell of the vomit was too much for me. This came so fast for me. I finally just got up to take a shower to get the puke smell off me. I took off my tank top when my legs collapsed underneath me.

"Bella! What are you doing up?" Edward cried, making me jump.

EPOV

I kept checking to see if there were any records of a stomach virus coming into the hospital, recently. I hoped it was just minor food poisoning. I checked for saltines and maybe some tea- that's when I heard something in the bathroom.

I went to check on Bella- she had left the door open to the bathroom, and she was bent over the side of the bathtub. She tugged her shirt off, but her legs collapsed beneath her. I ran to her side- I was afraid she'd break something. Anorexics tend to get osteoporosis as early as their 20s.

"Bella!" I cried. She jumped, like a deer in the headlights. She wrapped her arms around her almost non-existent breasts, although the bright light of the bathroom didn't hide the sharp angles of her ribs sticking out. "What are you doing up?"

"Edward!" she cried.

"What?"

"I thought you left," she said. I realized I had scared her.

"Alice and Jasper went out with Penelope and Ben and Emmett and Rosalie," I said. "I was worried about you. What are you doing? You're sick, you need to be in bed!" The truth was, she was much more fragile than most people- she was underweight, her heart was probably weak, so was her immune system, I'm sure. Getting sick and possibly dehydrated could do even worse things.

"I can't stand the smell of my own puke on myself any more," she said. "I need a shower. Or a bath." I had had a few fantasies of her, weighing a little more, in a bathtub, her leg drifting out over the edge, beckoning me to come near. I fantasized about her, weighing more a little too often. But of course, being that thin and that sick, she couldn't sit in a bathtub in hot water without raising the heat of her body. She was already a little feverish.

"You can't sit in bath when you've got a fever," I told her.

"I've got a fever?" she repeated

"It feels like it," I said, feeling her head. "You need to go back to bed."

"I can't sleep," she replied. She was getting her shower, whether I liked it or not. "Not smelling like this."

"Alright," he said. I began to undress. I didn't care so much if she saw me naked. Her legs had collapsed underneath her, and she was weak to stand in a shower without some support. I didn't trust myself to give her a sponge bath- no way.

"What are you doing!" she cried. She could be so hard-headed, sometimes.

"Bella, you've got two choices; stay up for a few hours, smelling like your own vomit and not being able to sleep, or letting me wash you in a shower."

"Can't we wait for Alice to get home?" she asked. Like any man, a completely inappropriate vision, like something out of a porno (that Jasper would not appreciate one bit) flashed through my head before I forced it out. Bella was so protective of her body, I couldn't see her being comfortable around anybody naked.

"You'd prefer for Alice to shower with you?" I asked.

"No," she admitted. I managed to find the shower switch.

"Just look at me like a doctor," she begged as I shed the last article of clothing I was wearing. I'm sure she was looking at me. I didn't care if she saw me- the way I felt for her, the sacrifices I was willing to make, I'd do anything.

"Isabella, I don't think I can, but I'll try," I said. I undressed her, savoring each inch of bare skin that became exposed. When I turned down the light a little, I couldn't see the angles of her bones through her skin so much. I picked her up and put her into the now steaming shower and stepped in behind her. She clutched her chest, but I needed to keep a grip on her to keep her steady, she was swaying so much. I slipped an arm around her middle. I could feel the bones of her hips against the juncture of my hip and thigh. Her buttocks were angular and so narrow, they were nonexistent. In my mind's eye, she wasn't a stick figure, she was healthy and happier. I felt a strange sense of love and compassion and pity for her all at once. I helped her get wet down. I found a shampoo for frizz control- Alice obviously didn't use this one- I assumed that Alice used the one for volume. I squeezed some onto her head- assuming she needed more than I needed- and began to lather up all of her hair. Her beautiful hair- it was so long, I had it between my fingers, in my hands... I'd never let anybody touch a hair on her head, again. I kept on looking down to make sure I wasn't getting an erection where she could feel it- and then, I realized, she probably hadn't seen a naked man before. Not up close. She might not be too well-versed on what we looked like. She was still a virgin, after all. She wasn't in the medical profession, either. Her breathing was beginning to relax, the Xanax was taking effect. "Do you use conditioner?" I asked, spying a matching bottle of conditioner from the same brand.

"Yes," she said. I helped her wash the suds from the shampoo out and started on the conditioner. She needed a lot.

"I didn't use enough," I said. "You've got more hair than me."

"I'd think so," she said. I went to wash it out, like the shampoo. "Wait!" she cried. "We have to wait for it to set it." I never washed my hair with conditioner, I didn't know how to use it.

"Okay," I said. "What do we do?"

"I usually soap up and shave in the mean time," she said.

"Okay," I said. Shaving her legs… that would be too close to her lower half. "I think we can skip shaving tonight." I picked up the bar of soap. She physically shivered against me. I had to stay in control, here. Her back tensed up when I lathered her back, shifting her hair over her shoulder. When I got down to the small of her back, her whole body seemed to lock up. Control. Control. I kept my mind on operations when I ran the soap over her hips, grazing her gaunt rear, down her legs. I turned her. She stared at my necklace, but she wavered, and lost her balance. I held onto her.

"Okay, there?" I asked, not really sure what to say. We were standing, naked, face-to-face. I had almost lost my composure.

"Mmm-hmm."

I soaped her shoulders, arms. It was like being in slow motion. She stopped being a starved down anorexic, and she became Bella. Bella with curves, in my eyes, breasts and hips, no ribs or shoulders poking out. She had a waist and a nice, round butt- I held onto her, from a distance, her eyes closed, lazily, as I ran the soap over her breasts. Her nipples began to harden, despite the steam of the shower. Was this really happening? She was getting excited at my touch? She was allowing this? Her breath stopped in her throat- I could hear it. She was getting turned on. I ran the soap very slowly over that little nipple. Oh, how I wanted to explore it with my hand, feel her. My thumb lifted off the soap to feel her nipple- I couldn't- no- I had said I wouldn't- and in that very second, I dropped the soap on the tub floor with a thump. She jumped, and her eyes flew open. She saw my erection and took a tiny step back. She stared, but she didn't run, didn't scream.

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to do the rest of you, Bella," I said, feeling a bit stupid. "I'm going to lose control. You might want to do the rest of this."

"Alright," she said, turning around. She kneeled to pick up the soap, and I couldn't help but see her ass- it wasn't so bony to me, now. She was beautiful. Amazing. It was an ass I wanted to cup, to smack, to bend her over. No, I had already messed up enough, tonight.

I had to keep myself in control. She wasn't ready to be seduced- this was just a moment between us. Like when I had been dressing her in the pajamas, I kept my eyes trained on a spot over her shoulder until she was done washing herself. I had screwed that up, too. If she wanted to see what I looked like, I decided to let her. It was up to her if she wanted to see me. She didn't have to look at me naked. I could feel her eyes on me.

"Are you done?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, softly. "Just my hair," she said. She leaned back, her hair into the spray of the water. I held onto her back, from the same distance as before, so she could rinse her hair out. I refused to look at her, again.

I helped her turn around so she could shut off the water. I helped her out of the tub. She almost fell over, again, while I got her towel and toweled her hair off, and then wrapped her up. Finally. The most private parts of her body were covered. Granted, she was still covered in glistening water, but she was covered. I, myself, needed to get covered. I grabbed the closest towel.

How ridiculous were we? I just wanted to pick her up and slam her onto her bed and start making loud, painful love to her without asking her, but I knew that bordered on being completely wrong. I needed to ask her permission. She needed normalcy and wild sex would be traumatizing. I needed to hear from her delicate lips that she wanted it. Instead, she said, "Thank you."

Shit. "You don't have to thank me," I said. "Come on, let's get to bed."

We left the bathroom, and I semi-carried her into the hallway to her room- only to run into slack-jawed Alice and Jasper. I looked at her- her whole body was turning red- her whole body really did flush when she was embarrassed.

I had been walked in before by former roommates. Big deal. But, I could see that Bella was horrified.

Alice's and Jasper's gawking was annoying- couldn't they just walk away, pretending they didn't see anything like normal people? No, of course, they had to tease her. They were more sibling-like than I assumed.

"What the hell?" Jasper asked. Alice began to giggle, much to my irritation. Ignoring them, I carried Bella into the bedroom.

"Please tell me that didn't just happen!" she cried, clapping her hands over her face. Her towel literally fell down. I don't think she cared, now. I had to take this experience down for her. I dug out some pajamas and panties- and I found my pair of boxer shorts. She sat on the bed, naked. In this light, her bones weren't so visible. She was beautiful. But, I couldn't! No, of course not.

"It's none of their business," I said.

"Trust me, Alice is my best friend, it's always her business," she moaned. "She makes it her business." I held up the boxer shorts.

"Just tell her the truth, then," I said, dressing her. "There's no shame in the truth."