As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta Kelly.

"Seventy million books in America's libraries, but the one you want to read is always out."
Tom Masson

Chapter Fourteen: L is for Librarian

Bella loved to read. It was perhaps the one thing she loved to do most. There was nothing like lying on her bed on a particularly gloomy day, which were extremely common in Seattle, and wrapping herself up in a warm blanket and reading and good book.

As a young girl, she read the same nonsensical fairy tales that all little girls read. All the tales of the Brothers Grimm and she watched any Disney movie remake. Her favorite of all the tales was that of Cinderella. There was something incredibly romantic about the poor, plebian girl getting the prince, the man far out of her league. What girl didn't like to read about happily ever after? Of course, when she was older she read the true ending with the wicked stepmother and stepsisters getting their eyes gauged out by crows, and it lost a bit of its allure.

When she was in elementary school, it was the Babysitters Club. She read each one of the Ann M. Martin Scholastic classics, and begged her mother to let her join the fan club that was advertised in the back of each of the books. She wanted her own babysitter's kit to start her own club, but her mother constantly reminded her that she was too young, at eight years old to babysit anyone's kids since she was still a kid herself.

No matter how hard Bella presented evidence from the books of girls her age babysitting, her mother still refused, but that still had not stopped Bella from collecting the books, or borrowing them from the Forks Public Library.

When she was eleven, thanks to Edward and his delinquent ways, she discovered the fantastical world of vampires, and the hundreds of novels the local library held. Every day she browsed the stacks, letting her fingers brush along the spines of the plastic covered novels, spending hours sitting in a corner, and reading as much of the books before the librarian told her she was "too young to be reading such illicit material".

It didn't stop her, and that Christmas, Edward came through for her and bought her an anthology of vampire novels. She had never been so happy. For weeks, she kept her nose buried in the book, occasionally bookmarking a page to hang out with her friends, though their conversations would always remind her of something she had just read. She would spend the rest of the time counting down the minutes until she could get home and start to get lost in the world of bloodsuckers.

During high school, she tried to read as much as she could, but school interfered, between clubs, honors classes, and her job at the Newton Sporting Goods store, she couldn't read as much as she wanted. Though whenever she spent time with Edward, he would let her stay in his room for an hour, just so she could read in peace, but after an hour he would barge into the room, fling the book out of her hand, and drag her out to hang with him and their friends.

College blessed Bella with one of the largest libraries she had ever seen. Rows upon rows and stacks upon stacks of books were at her disposal. It was like her own personal haven, and she had been fortunate enough to receive a job at the library, which was barely much work. Yes, she had to restack books that people placed in wrong locations but most of the time she just sat at the help kiosk reading for class or reading for herself. She was grateful for the opportunity to read during the week because on the weekends her roommate Rosalie and many of the girls on her floor would go out to the local bars or the occasional frat party, though she never really was very comfortable at these places. She still enjoyed herself though because she had her friends with her.

When she would head down to UCLA to visit Edward, he always gave her an hour to read and then he would drag her out into the hot California sun and show her the sights. Many times when she would meet his friends, she would hear the same thing.

"You're the Bella. I was starting to think Edward made you up or read about you in one of those books he always gets in the mail."

Bella would always laugh, and inform them that she was very much real and that the books that Edward would get in the post were from her. Whenever she would read a book, an especially good one that she knew Edward would like, she would ship him over a copy with a little inscription written on the inside of the book jacket.

Edward still had all the books on four shelves in his bedroom.

She also happened to know that Edward has an extensive, not very well hidden, porn collection of which a few, ten or so films, were of the same theme…the sexy librarian. She also happened to know from a drunken excursion one night the summer after their high school graduation that Edward had had on many occasions dreamt of bending the librarian over her desk and just taking her there.

So, when Edward slept on like a baby, she pulled the letter L out and almost immediately the idea of pulling on a pencil skirt, black framed glasses, and a button down shirt made her hot, but with everything she had been thinking about, it got pushed far into the back of her mind.

But there was no stopping the fantasy from playing on repeat in her head on Monday. As she sat in her office, reading another dismally boring story about unrequited love that isn't actually unrequited, she couldn't help to get images of Edward and her in his bedroom, surrounded by books. She could almost feel Edward in front of her returning a late book, his eyes staring straight down the row of unbuttoned buttons of her blouse. She could almost feel his breath on her neck, and his hands pulling her hair down from the tight bun it would be up in.

On Tuesday, she was so unbelievably swamped with work that she stayed at the office until eleven, and when she got home, she gave an half-assed 'hey' to Edward and crawled into bed, exhausted.

It was on Wednesday, that Bella got the mother of all fantasies while she was reading the manuscript for a book of short stories.

Instead of her behind the desk, it was Edward sporting a tight, white button down shirt, a thin black tie, tight slacks, and a beautiful pair of thick framed glasses, not black ones but emerald green ones that were absolutely stunning on his pale skin. He looked mouth-watering. Delicious even.

And as the fantasy played out behind her closed eyes, her hands shifted down to her breasts, and if it wasn't for the her cell phone going off, she was more than positive that her hand would have traveled far lower as the images of Edward backing her up against the bookshelves was starting to appear like rapid fire.

When she got home on Friday, she was unbelievably antsy for the weekend. It was her first weekend in weeks, and she couldn't wait. Just the sheer anticipation for Saturday was making her wet. Just picturing the white button down stretching across Edward's chest was enough to make her soak her panties, and her behavior didn't go unnoticed.

"What's your deal, Bella?" Edward asked, watching Bella bounce in her seat Friday night at dinner.

"Nothing," was her response, and it was too quick.

"Really? Because it looks to me like a lot of something is on your mind. What's got you all anxious?"

Bella smiled, trying to contain it as best she could, but her face gave her away. Her cheeks were almost as red as her bra, she imagined.

"You're blushing!" Edward noted, clucking his tongue in amusement. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, whispering this time as he stared at her. "Be honest, Bells!"

Bella bit her lip and remained silent. The fantasy was running rampant in her mind and Edward was staring at her like he wanted to throw her on the table and take her right there. It was all too much for her to handle and she quickly jumped out of her chair and ran to her room, locking the door behind her.

She unlatched her window and let the cold air relieve the heat coursing through her. She could hear Edward chuckling in the living room, and she opted to just stay in her room until she heard him leave, but it didn't help because when she went to shower, he joined her.

"So, what were you thinking?" he whispered into her ear as she washed shampoo out of her hair. She screamed, logically. She hadn't heard him come in.

"What the fuck, Edward? Don't do that shit! You know how much I hate it when you sneak around like that. It's fucking creepy!" she yelled at him, smacking him in the arm with a bar of soap.

"You're avoiding my question! What were you thinking about during dinner?" he asked again, staring straight down at her. She watched hypnotized as the water cascaded down the sides of his face, a few drops falling perfectly on his plump bottom lip.

"I told you! Nothing!" she argued, poking him on his hard, muscular chest.

"You were blushing. You were thinking about something…sexy!" he groaned, moving forward and pushing Bella back toward the shower wall.

"Edward," her voice was unsteady and he was so close. She could practically feel the heat surging from him.

"Bella," he replied his voice hoarse. "Tell me the answer and I'll leave you alone." His hand was now in her hair, massaging her scalp like he had done on Sunday, and she was becoming putty in his hands.

"I was thinking," she began to say, her voice breathy, Edward tugging on the roots of her hair with just the right amount of pressure.

"What were you thinking?" he whispered into her ear, biting on the lobe.

"Of you," she answered, in a daze. From the corner of her eye, she could see the smug smile on his face, but it didn't seem to bother her.

"Of me doing what to you? Because I know that's what you were fantasying about."

"You and me… what I have planned for Saturday."

"And what do you have planned for Saturday?" he tried to goad her by kissing down her neck, but Bella was finally on to his little seduction game.

"You'll find out... Saturday," she moaned out as he bit down at the flesh on the bottom of her neck. She pushed him away as best she could and stepped out of the shower. She turned around to see a shocked expression on his face. Her eyes traveled down his body, passed his chest and down to his dick, which was standing at attention.

"You might want to handle that," she teased him, as she walked out of the bathroom. As she closed the door, she took a deep breath in and relaxed against the frame.

It had been damn near impossible to resist Edward.

=x=

Saturday morning dragged on for what felt like forever for Bella, and she was betting it was just as agonizingly painful for Edward because she kept hearing him sigh anytime he looked up at the cable box to check the time.

At five, she dropped a bag off in Edward's room. In the bag, there was a set of instructions on how to set up his room and what to wear along with a pair of green framed glasses, a black tie, and fur lined paddle. She had placed it in the bag with trepidation, but damn if she wasn't excited at the prospect of Edward using it on her.

She walked into the room, wearing a ridiculously low cut v-neck shirt, a denim mini-skirt that looked more like underwear, a pair of stiletto heels and she had a book in her hand.

She took a moment to admire Edward when she walked into his bedroom. He had followed her instructions to a T. He was wearing the button down shirt, his chest practically busting through it. The tie lay flat on it; his slacks were tight in the best way possible, letting Bella see just how excited he was. And she just about nearly came the moment she saw him with the glasses. It was just as she had imagined. He looked so fucking sexy sitting down at a table he brought into the room.

He had a laptop on the table, the sounds of two people going at it, playing in the background, and just under his chair, she could see the paddle.

If she wasn't already dripping down her thighs from just staring at Edward, she was now.

She walked slowly around the room, running her fingers along the bookshelves. To tease Edward, she bent down to the lowest shelf, doubling herself over so her legs were stiff and he could see that she was wearing absolutely nothing under the skirt.

She heard him groan and mumble the word 'fuck' as she stood back up. She kept in character and pulled out a book, The Kama Sutra, and asked Edward if it was any good.

"Is this one good? I need an informative book; something that will help me blow the mind of this guy I'm seeing."

She watched as Edward adjusted himself and stood up to stand near her. If she thought the pants looked good as he sat, they looked un-fucking-believable as he walked toward her. The muscles in his thighs were bulging, and when he stepped near her, she took a step back to admire his ass, his firm, firm ass, just asking to be grabbed.

"This one is good," he groaned, his voice huskier than she had ever heard it before. "But I'd recommend this one," he answered, pulling out a copy of The Book of Sex.

"Really? Why?" she asked, her eyes searing Edward's. Again, she watched him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He was flustered and she could tell. He kept grabbing at the collar of his shirt, pulling at it every so often.

"It's informative, and not as complicated. You don't have to be as flexible."

"But I'm very flexible," she whispered, and had to stop herself from chuckling as Edward muttered 'minx' under his breath.

"Well, you can always take both books out, but you have to return the one you have in your hand first, so why don't you come over to the desk, and I'll check these back in and then you can check the others out," he suggested, smirking, and Bella felt a flash of hear run down her spine. She knew what was coming. She nodded her head and followed him.

Edward paused the video he was watching and took a seat, taking the books from Bella, grabbing the copy of The Scarlett Letter from her, and pretending to run something over the barcode. There was a beeping sound that rang in the room and suddenly the book was being thrown to the wall. Bella gasped and took a step back.

"Whatcha do that for?" she yelled, placing her hands on hips and pushing her chest out.

"That book is extremely late. We do not appreciate late books. It messes with business, and people who return their books late get punished," his voice was fire, pure sex poured out with each syllable.

"Punished?" Bella asked, playing dumb.

"Yes," he confirmed, stalking toward her, yanking at his tie, and ripping the shirt open, not giving a damn about the fact that the shirt had cost him a pretty penny.

Bella played scared as he backed her against the bookshelves, one of the shelves hitting the very bottom of her spine.

"How?" she inquired timidly, trying to keep her breathing even. She fucking wanted Edward in her; fuck, she wanted him in her the moment she pulled the letter out of the damn hat.

"Turn around!" he barked. Bella took one last look at his bare chest, and the bulge in his pants and turned around. She braced herself by holding onto the edge of one of the shelves, as Edward pushed her skirt down, groaning and swearing loudly as he was met with Bella's bare backside. She stepped out of the skirt and heard the thunk of the denim hitting the wall after he flung it.

"Fuck," he moaned as he grabbed her ass in his hands and massaged slowly, Bella crying out in pleasure. He squeezed her cheeks tightly before letting go. This time when he grabbed them he slapped his hands down hard, a loud smacking sounded in the room, before he gripped her cheeks once against tightly.

"Ugh," she groaned, as he placed a kiss on her right cheek, then her left, and stood up. She heard the shuffling of his feet as he removed his shoes and headed toward the table. Moments later, he was behind her. He rubbed the paddle along her cheeks, Bella moaning in anticipation and at the softness of the fur.

"You're book was late," he groaned into her ear, rubbing the paddle back and forth.

"Yes," Bella replied, half a moan, half a cry. She was getting desperate. She wanted him, so badly right then. She was aching for him.

"Do you know what your fine is?" he asked, playfully teasing her by lightly smacking her with the paddle.

"Ten cents?" she answered submissively.

"Sort of," he answered, again teasing her by lightly patting her with the paddle. "It's ten licks of the paddle."

Bella took a deep breath in as she heard the paddle cut through the wind and hit her squarely across both cheeks. She cried out as the heat spread from both sides. She gripped the bookshelf tighter.

"One," Edward shouted his voice as haughty as possible.

He brought the paddle down once more, a loud thwack sound like music to Bella's ear. This time she was the one who counted out. She was fucking loving this.

"Oh, you're enjoying this?" he whispered huskily into her ear, biting down on his favorite spot before pulling back and striking her three times in quick succession, each hit harder than the one before.

"Ahhh!" she yelped out. The last one had hurt, but damn if she didn't love every minute of the pain that was spreading between her cheeks. It was only serving to intensify the ache between her legs.

"Tsk Tsk," Edward teased. "And here I thought you were enjoying it."

Again, he dropped the paddle down, striking her this time only twice, grabbing her right cheek and then her left to spread the red discoloration of her skin.

"How many more?" he asked, biting down on her shoulder, sucking hard on the skin. Bella leaned her head against him as he bit down hard, his left hand massaging her left cheek in tandem.

"Three!" she cried out as he struck her twice more.

"How many now?" he practically growled.

"One!" she yelped as the paddle struck her one last time. She heard the paddle hit the floor as Edward turned her around quickly. The sudden moment made Bella knock over half the books on the shelf, as Edward shoved himself against Bella, growling and swearing into her neck as he ripped down her shirt by pulling on the cut of it. He buried his face into her breast, nipping at the sides before taking each nipple into each mouth, sucking on them until they harden.

"Fuck, I want you," he growled as stood up and started to bite along her collarbone.

"Then take me," Bella moaned, as his hand skirted down to her clit, rubbing at it violently.

"Shit, Edward. I need you in me, now! Fuck!" she cried out as his fingers played her skillfully, before slipping into her.

"Damn. You're so goddamn wet for me. Fuck, Bella. So… damn… wet. I can't wait to be in you," he groaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

"What are you waiting for?" she cried out, as he moved his fingers faster. Her hands found the button on his slacks, and she pulled at it unsuccessfully.

Edward, sensing her desperation, unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off, his boxer briefs joining the pile.

Bella's hand was on him before he could even slip one leg out of the puddle at his feet.

"Fuck, Bella. Give me a min…oh shit…so good," he moaned, as he tried to remove the clothing around his ankles without falling into Bella.

Once the clothes were gone, he grabbed her waist and crashed her against him, rubbing himself on her, as she rubbed against him.

"In me!" she screeched maddeningly.

"Ugh," he groaned back, as he picked her up and placed her legs around his waist, the backs of her heels digging into his lower back as he completely sheathed himself in her, the two of them moaning in bliss at the sensation.

He picked up the pace. Never slowing down as Bella gripped his shoulders to support herself, before letting go and gripping the bookshelf behind her and he pulled himself away to slam into her. Her torso hung in the air and he thrust into her, brutally.

"I…can't," she frantically whimpered out, her hands flailing, causing more books to fall off the shelves.

"Bella, fuck. Fucking come for me. Let me feel you come for me," he practically ordered her, as he picked up his pace, thrusting even harder than before. Bella was seeing stars behind her eyes as Edward thrust, her grip on the shelf was slipping.

"I'm gonna fall, Edward," she called out. He picked up and threw her against the wall adjacent to the shelf, shoving himself deep into her.

"Come for me, Bella," he demanded again, pushing Bella up and down, her back grinding against the wall.

"I'm so close," she whined, her hands in his hair, pulling at it roughly, Edward moaning in approval. Edward removed one hand from Bella's hips and slid it down her stomach to her clit, rubbing at the nerves quickly. Bella could feel he wasn't going to last much longer, but neither was she.

"Edward, I'm….I'm…oh FUCK!" she yelled as the pleasure shot through her body, starting in her toes and reaching all the way to the roots of her hair.

"BELLA!" Edward called out as he came; Bella's tightening around him, bringing him to the edge.

Edward sank down to the floor carrying Bella down with him.

"Ow," she yelped as he put her down.

"What?" he asked concerned.

"You dropped me on a book!" she griped as she rubbed at her thigh.

"You knocked them over, so it's technically your fault," he argued half-heartily, laying flat on the ground, and Bella merely laughed as she chucked a book at him, hitting him square on his chest.