Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.

A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…

Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…

Let's meet Edward and Emmett…

Chapter 2 – Feelin' Love

The fresh air feels so good once I exit his dorm. Normally I am not a fan of the biting chill my ten-minute walk across the quad brings, but today I welcome it. I was suffocating in there. In addition to the mounting guilt I had over being dissatisfied – I am continually becoming overwhelmed with the embarrassment of being shot down when I try to take our sexual experiences to the next level.

I recall my first attempt to tackle the position change hurdle. I tried to take the straight approach and straddled his lap in an effort to grind down on his dick all the while moaning like a whore and seductively begging him to "touch me". He stared at me blankly with his jaw slack for about 30 seconds before he informed me that he couldn't get comfortable in this position. And by comfortable, I suspect that was code for "an erection".

I regrouped from the brutal rebuff and came back at him a week later with another attempt at non-missionary seduction. I slowly, but confidently walked into his dorm room and promptly began stripping off my clothes, making eye contact the entire way. He was sitting at his desk looking at me with a curious expression. Maybe this should have been my first clue that he wasn't into being seduced. With my confidence still high, I climbed onto his bed on my hands and knees and crawled towards the headboard. I turned my head around to face him, hopeful that he would find the view enticing. Needless to say, he didn't find the view enticing because apparently it wasn't sexy – it was hysterical. He furthered my mortification by questioning what I was doing between barking laughs and tears running down his face. Horrified, I explained that I was just trying to be sexy for him and I that I wanted to please him. Once he was able to pull himself together, he further supplemented my humiliation with his reassurances.

"Jesus Bells, what were you thinking?" he asks incredulously. When his laughter dies down, he whispers softly while tilting my shame filled eyes to meet his. "That's not you, baby. You're my love, not my whore. You are perfect to me and I don't want you to be someone you're not."

Sighing to myself, I snap out of my reverie. I decide to distract myself from the situation, shuffling through my backpack in search of my iPod. I slip in my ear-buds and start searching for the perfect playlist to snap me out of this funk. Tanya, Rose and I have taken to creating situational playlists. For example, we created the Ladies Night playlist to get us pumped for a fun night out. A PMS playlist for when we need to unleash the beast within and get all of our rage out. We also made a couple of Sexy Times playlists. I named mine Sexy Times – Fast and Sexy Times –Slow, respectively. Even though, who were we kidding – I should have just made one and named it Bora-bora-boring Sexy Times. I snicker as I consider changing the playlist name as I collide with a giant, hulking object.

My iPod flies out of my hands and my backpack starts slipping off my shoulder. Two gigantic hands grab my arms to steady me before I fall backwards onto the concrete.

"Bella, baby, you gotta stop throwing yourself at me- my Rosie doesn't share well." a booming voice chastises me. I smile widely and look up to make eye contact with the oversized man-child who nearly body checked me to the ground.

I smack both hands on his thick chest, giggle-snort and squeal, "You scared the shit out of me Emmett! Christ, you almost gave me a heart-attack."

The big oaf chuckles and turns to whoever he is walking with before he looks back to me. "Bells, I had called your name at least three times before you tried to check me, Boo." he defends, "Clearly you were too focused on your iPod to acknowledge us little people, right Edward?"

Immediately regretting my giggle-snort, I turn to face Emmett's silent travel companion. My inner whore gave herself the sign of the cross and like me began staring inappropriately. Edward Cullen. Possibly one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen though I know very little about him other than he lives with Emmett and Tanya's boyfriend, Tyler. Today, the Adonis is covering his normally freshly fucked looking coif with a black beanie. No matter, the better to see his piercing green eyes and perfectly lickable jaw. Get yourself together, Bella.

He appears to be picking something up off the ground that has him positively fascinated. He finally looks up and makes direct eye contact. He pulls the right side of his lips up into a knowing smirk and he begins his approach.

"I think I know what the problem is Em," he replies. "Looks like Bella here was a little distracted by the number of interesting playlists on her nano." He waves my iPod around and smiles like the cat that ate the canary.

Emmett leans his head forward to take a closer look at what could have me so distracted. He chuckles lightly and says, "Oh yeah, this is a good one, Bells. I had Rosie add a little Nine Inch Nails to her Fuck Fest Playlist – now it's perfect." He winks for good measure.

I want the ground to swallow me whole. They are looking at my Sexy Times playlists. For the second time today, I contemplate if one can die of mortification.

Sensing my embarrassment, Emmett decides to throw me a bone and change the topic. "So Bells, you gonna finally make a cameo at one of our Thursday night shindigs?" he asks hopefully.

Now that we are in the second semester and football season is over, Emmett and his roommates have been throwing themed parties every Thursday night. Mike said he wasn't "into" attending jock thrown parties with themes like "Pimps and Hoes" or "Heaven and Hell".

"Aww, I don't know Em," I start, "I need to buckle down this semester." I barely get through my excuse before he huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Come on Bells, I know damn well that you are a down ass chick and that Mike doesn't like to party." he argues.

Hmm, when did Emmett start working for Miss Cleo? He then switches tactics and gives me the puppy dog eyes and starts gyrating into some questionable form of a hula dance, possibly.

"Bellarina, you know you wanna come. This week's theme is Come-on-I-wanna-lei-ya. Can't you don a hula skirt and pass the poi, mahalo?"

Edward chuckles softly beside his friend, his eyes still seem transfixed on my nano. He then abruptly looks up, meets my eyes and slowly speaks.

"You should come. It will be… fun."

Emmett quirks an eyebrow and stares at Edward in confusion. After a few seconds, he nods his head and turns back to face me.

"We are going to hit the student union before class – we'll catch you later, Bells." he says with a wave.

Emmett starts walking away and I turn to find Edward merely inches away from me. He places something in my hand – but I can't be bothered to look down at it because he is staring so intensely into my eyes. I feel the blush creep up my cheeks. He leans in slightly and in the most panty dropping low tone I have ever heard, he advises me, "You really should… come."

He starts to walk away, but before he does he turns his head slightly back to me to give me this dazzling smile and a short wave. Unconsciously, I lick my lips and finally am able to remove my eyes from his retreating form. I look down at the object in my hand. My iPod of course, but as I look closer, I notice that Mr. Cullen has made a selection. I start to chew my lip as I read Feelin' Love by Paula Cole on the screen. My inner whore passes out. And I think I just came…

A/N… So, yeah… That's Edward… Don't ya kind of want to dry hump him already? Up next we'll meet Bella's roommate Tanya. Let's just say Tanya has a massive surprise for us.

Side-note: Paula Cole's Feelin Love is by far the hottest song I have ever heard. Literally (say it like Rob) it makes any woman who hears it want to work a pole - PUN INTENDED!

And speaking of feelin' love - I am immensley grateful for all the follows, faves and reviews I received the last chapter. I will post the next update on Thursday night – so if you haven't already, please put this story on alert.

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