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…

And here we go...

Chapter 14 – Falling Slowly

Shelving books in the graduate reading room is a new favorite past time of mine. It's quiet and monotonous and makes the day go by quickly which allows me to analyze all things Edward. The past month as Edward Cullen's girlfriend – pardon me – Facebook official girlfriend has been pure, unadulterated bliss. As we cruise through the getting to know you phase, I find that opening up to and getting to know Edward is effortless and easy.

Every interaction, whether it is conversations over coffee or the quiet, intimate confessions during our pillow talk are amazing. I know now more than ever that it really wouldn't be very difficult to fall in love with Edward Cullen. Sure, sometimes he is a tad controlling, a smidge stubborn, and a bit of a hot-head. But God help me, I am so down for his brand of crazy.

Emotionally we are growing closer every day, but our physical relationship has hit a bit of a speed bump. Apparently I went from Mr. Missionary Mike to Mr. Born Again Virgin. Edward doesn't seem too interested in sealing the deal. We are caught on a proverbial oral, grope, dry-hump, make-out hamster wheel with no signs of getting off in sight.

I thought my luck changed yesterday when I ran into him in front of the student health care clinic.

I am mentally berating myself as I rub my throbbing upper arm. I swear, every single time I get the shot, I always end up using my upper arm to push open the heavy doors of the health clinic. It hurts like a bitch, just like it did three months before and three months before that.

"Bella." Edward calls out, jogging slightly to catch up with me. "Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?"

He looks so concerned with his narrowed eyes and forehead scrunched. This can be good, maybe now I can address our lack of penetration in a mature way, instead of me going on total whore autopilot and begging for him to fuck me. My inner whore scoffs, as if she would ever stoop to that level. Maybe she wouldn't… but I would.

"Nope, I'm totally fine, just got my shot." I explain, pointing at my throbbing arm.

"The shot, huh? I guess I pegged you more for a pill and condoms kind of gal." Aha, Mr. Cullen is fishing for information; you are playing right into my hands sir.

"Psssh," I dramatically roll my eyes. "Cullen, I can barely feed myself regularly, you really think I could be responsible for my sexual health on a daily basis? Oh please…"

He throws his head back and laughs because it is true. I think I have an eating attention deficit disorder. But I have his attention, so I continue.

"And condoms, no thanks! Can't stand them actually." I add.

He looks at me seriously. I can see him turning that last bit of information over and over in his head.

"So, you don't use condoms?" He asks cautiously, as if he is afraid that my vag is infested with every STD strand known to man.

"No, I used them all the time, I just didn't want to because I don't like them. Being ribbed for her pleasure never brought me any pleasure. Nope, it only brought me slightly painful urination, and a nice sterile, latex smelling cooch."

He smirks, but still looks a little wary so I decide to throw up the Hail Mary pass.

"I mean, as long as my partner and I are clean and monogamous, why not just… enjoy, you know? I'm covered."

Inwardly I chuckle as realization colors his face. Yes, Mr. Cullen. That is your invitation to hit it raw, provided you are clean of course.

He nods, and possibly mutters, "Good to know."

I can't be sure because he books it out of there, saying something about being late to class.

No matter though, tonight he is picking me up and taking me to Carlo's again. Midterms are coming up so we know we aren't going to see each other much with studying during the week and such.

Clearly not paying attention as I push the shelving cart down a row of tables, I gasp at the sound of a large book dropping a few feet in front of me echoing through the Graduate Reading Room. I am just about to jump around my cart to pick up the book when I notice the smirking faces of Paul Wolf and Jared something or other, I usually just call him Bongwater.

Paul from what I know of him is a world class asshole. Not only does he hang with Royce King, he also does more steroids than the male cast members of the Jersey Shore. Disgusting doesn't even begin to cover this scumbag. My friend Bree messed around with him our freshman year. She calls him Turtle-Dick because it took forever for his tiny dick to get hard; she had to coax it out of its shell like a little turtle. That's not the worst part though, apparently once he did get going; he flipped her on her knees and flexed his muscles in the mirror as he fucked her. Um, Christian Bale from American Psycho called and said he wants his signature move back. I won't lie; he's cute with his olive complexion and dark hair. His eyes are something else too, but he is just too volatile to be remotely attractive. If there is an award for, Most Likely to be a Wife-beater, this guy would win it – hands down.

Now Bongwater, I mean, Jared on the other hand, he looks like a brunette Shaggy from Scooby Doo. He also happens to be one of Royce's main slingers. I find this fascinating since he kind of reminds me of Forest Gump when he takes the rocks to the back of the head – he is just completely oblivious. Both of them are wearing a douchy grin on their faces. I am instantly uncomfortable. I jut my chin out indignantly and level them with a bitch brow.

"Are you going to pick that up?" I ask with annoyance lacing my tone.

Paul leans back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head with a satisfied smile on his face. "I can't. Bad back you know." He smirks before continuing, "Why don't you bend over like a good little girl and pick it up for me."

Bongwater is giggling like Michael Sheen in that vampire movie everyone loves. Paul appears so pleased with himself; I want to punch him in his face. Perhaps I've been hanging out with Rosalie too much because I cannot stop the next sentence out of my mouth. Pouting my lips and making a sad face, I goad him in a baby voice.

"Aw, did someone get frustrated with the book because it didn't have any pictures. Tell ya what little guy, why don't you hit up the Children's Room at the Seattle Library on Roosevelt." I taunt as I cross my arms over my chest. I smirk as I whisper for good measure, "I think that's more your speed."

It only takes a split second for what I am saying to register on his face and in his posture. This fucker is definitely on steroids because he goes from affronted to homicidal in two seconds flat. Bongwater stops his snickering and looks almost afraid for me. Pulling himself up to stand, Paul is practically snarling. I back up and pull my cart closer. So this is what they mean when they say "ya fuck with the bull you get the horns". Good to know.

"Paul!" A male voice rings out sharp and chastising. "Sit down!"

I turn slightly and notice their friend approaching us looking cocky and smug. He must think he's Mr. All American with his brown hair and blue eyes. Bending over, he picks the book up off the floor and places it gently in my cart.

"Sorry about Paul, he's a bit of an asshole." He grins as he motions to the poster boy for 'roid rage.

I nod curtly and attempt to push past the axis of arrogance. Stepping in front of my cart, he extends his hand. Apparently my rescuer wants me to know his name so I know what to call him as I kiss his ass.

"I'm Alec. You are…" He trails off.

It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at how impressive this guy finds himself. Instead I opt for a tight smile, a manly handshake and a curt, "Bella."

Recognition colors his face as his grin grows exceedingly larger. "Yeah, you're dating Cullen, right?" He asks. I instantly hate the way he says Edward's name, as if it is some sort of a punch line or something.

"Yes." I answer harshly unable to mask my annoyance. "Now if you'll excuse me." I finish trying to push past him.

I am grateful when he steps out of the way, with his self-satisfied smirk still in place. "I'll be seeing you soon, Bella." Alec promises quietly as I pass him causing his sketchy crew to laugh menacingly.

Just when I think I am out of the woods, I hear Paul make an ominous promise of his own. "I'll get you bent over soon enough."

I cannot get out of this room quickly enough. My stomach lurches and my mind reels trying to process what just happened. Just as I am about to reach the exit into the main library, I notice Edward leaning against the door. His posture is tense, his jaw is tight, and his eyes are narrow. In short he looks like he is livid, but there is no way he could have possibly heard what they were saying to me.

"Hi there." I say softly as I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him, fully expecting to melt into his embrace. His body goes completely rigid, refusing to reciprocate any of my affections. Opening my eyes, I notice his expression has changed only slightly, only now he is looking at me in disgust.

"What's the matter?" I ask, a healthy mix of concern and confusion coloring my face.

Glaring, he gingerly removes my arms from his body and steps away from me. "Are you fucking serious right now? I walk in here, you're over there, pushing your tits up and chatting up three of the douchiest guys on campus." He snarls, pausing only a moment before he continues my scolding, "Paul is a fuckin' future To Catch a Predator collar. And Alec, well fuck Bella, he..."

"You have no fucking clue what you are talking about," I speak over him sharply. "I don't know what you think you saw over there, but it was far from what you are implying. Those jackasses threw a book in front of my cart and told me to bend over. The only smiling I did was when I implied that the sex offender is illiterate, to which he stood up to kick my ass. And Alec, he came over to pick up the book and insult the fact that I am dating you."

My chest is heaving as I continue my furious, unnecessary explanation. "Perhaps instead of standing over here like a fucking four year old, making up your own version of events, you should learn to trust your girlfriend."

And with that, I maneuver around him so I can push my cart toward the backroom as angry tears threaten to fall. Unfortunately I am not that coordinated and crash the wheel against the door frame. The loud screeching of the wheel against the steel frame causes a huge disturbance as it echoes through the library. Great, now we have an audience. I take off like my ass is on fire.

"Bella, wait!" He calls out, trying to catch up with me.

But before he can reach me, I slip into the 'employees only' backroom. I park the cart near the sorting table and clock out. Anger surges through me as I take a quick look at myself in the mirror. My mind reels, replaying his words, remembering how cold he was. Incensed, I barrel through the door and practically sprint to the library exit, hoping to avoid Edward.

No such luck, the minute I walk out to the quad, he is there, waiting. Oddly, he is only one bench over from where my last boyfriend gave me my pink slip. He jumps up and approaches me slowly, like I am some kind of angry hippo poised to charge him. Rolling my eyes, I take off not wanting to give him the opportunity to insult me again.

I hear him before I feel him pulling me into his arms from behind. "Please, just. Just wait, Bella." He pleads as he gently drags me backwards against his body.

He keeps one arm around my waist, anchoring me to him. His other hand strokes the opposite side of my face as I feel his warm breath against the shell of my ear. "I'm sorry, baby." He coos soothingly, "I'm so, so sorry."

He turns me around to face him wanting me to see the sincerity on his face, and I do. He has to know though, that that shit is unacceptable. His hand cups my jaw and my body betrays me as I involuntarily lean into his palm. He looks at me expectantly and maybe even a little bit desperately.

"Edward, you should know that you can trust me. To think that you don't trust me, it just makes me feel…" I trail off trying to articulate my feelings, seeking out the perfect adjective. Angry. Hurt. Murderous. Sad. But I decide on another route all together, my voice cracks when I speak softly. "It breaks my heart, Edward."

Closing his eyes, he leans his forehead against mine, shaking it lightly. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I know you wouldn't do that to me. Not you."

While I know his apology is sincere, I still have no idea why he went from zero to Crazy-town in a hot second. "I forgive you Edward, but serious, what brought that on."

He stands at his full height and begins lolling his head from side to side, trying to stretch out his neck. "Shit, I don't know, Bella." He answers flustered.

It's seems like it's more like he doesn't want to talk about it. He looks down at me, his eyes pleading for me to drop it. We stand in silence for a minute or two. He's not going to elaborate and I just don't feel the need to push.

Blowing out a breath, I whisper, "I forgive you."

I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow into his chest. I can feel him placing delicate kisses on the top of my head as he hugs me tightly to him and lifts me off the ground ever so slightly. My stomach growls loudly, effectively ruining our make-up session. He chuckles against my scalp before he grabs my hand and leads me down the quad toward the restaurant.

"Come on Swan, let's get you fed."

~~IYR~~

Entering the restaurant, there is no sign of Carlo or his son Gino. The place is packed. We are greeted and seated by an adorable old man named Frank. Our dinner date is going so well. The food and conversation is fantastic as always. And apart from his "O" face, I find that there is nothing sexier than watching Edward eating gelato. God help me if he ever orders oysters.

Just as Edward is placing his wallet back in his pocket, he freezes at the sound of a woman's boisterous laughter. His shoulders are hunched and he looks as if he wants the floor to swallow him whole. He closes his eyes and his expression is a mixture of annoyance and… constipation or something. Every single time this woman giggles, he literally cringes.

I angle my head so I can scout out the offending laugher. I think it is coming from a booth two rows away from us. There is a couple sitting there in a close embrace. He is whispering into her neck and she is giggling like a school girl. She has long, caramel colored hair that cascades down her back in waves. I wish I could see her face.

My mind shifts into crazy mode. This is obviously a previous conquest for Edward. Is she current? Or is she someone he fucked and ducked? I stare at him using my Jedi powers as if to ask him "what the fuck".

"Someone you know?" I ask quietly. Without opening his eyes he nods in the affirmative, so I continue. "Someone you know, well?" Again, he nods possibly confirming my fears. Alright, Swan, it's time to get down to the heart of the matter, Don Henley style. "A former lover, perhaps?" I hedge. That sure gets his attention. His eyes shoot open and he looks as though he might vomit.

"What? Eww, no! Just...no! Jesus, Bella!"

"Well what do you expect me to think when you look all crazy every single time she laughs?" I counter, throwing my napkin on the table.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and starts laughing lightly.

"I am glad I amuse you." I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

Standing up, he reaches for my hand with a big smirk on his face. "Uh, do you want to meet my parents?"

I stare at him for a few seconds as what he asks me sinks in. The lovey-dovey couple in the corner booth are his parents. Standing, I take his hand as he leads me over.

The good doctor still has his face in his wife's neck so I can't really get a proper look at him other than to see that he is a sharp dresser in a light gray dress shirt and charcoal colored tie. Mrs. Cullen is beyond gorgeous. Her eyes are closed as her husband lovingly rubs the back of her neck whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She is head to toe perfection wearing a smart black pant-suit and fabulous black patent peep-toe shoes. She turns her head slightly as if she senses our stare. Beaming as she recognizes her son, she shifts in her seat and pats her hands on her knees twice as if she is beckoning a little lap dog.

"EDWARD!" She squeals at the top of her lungs.

While Esme Cullen may have been the portrait of perfection and sophistication, at this moment she is also evidently shit-faced. Edward pulls me over to introduce me to his parents. His mother jumps up and pulls him into a bear hug while rocking him from left to right. It is hilarious and awkward to see him being manhandled by his mother. Once she releases him from her kung fu grip, she turns her eyes to me. With a huge smile she begins clapping and bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.

"Edward, is this your, Bella?"

Edward turns to gesture towards me as he introduces me to his parents "Uh, yeah, Mom, Dad, this is…" but he is abruptly cut off.

"Bella, it's so nice to meet you. Carlisle, look, it's Bella. Edward's Bella," She all but yells wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug before grabbing my hand and leading me back to her table. "Bella, this is my husband, Carlisle."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen." I greet, extending my hand to the drop dead gorgeous doctor.

His features are angled and sharp, in shocking contrast to the softest gray eyes I've ever seen. The chorus of Dr. Feelgood runs though my head. Bad Bella – stop lusting after the good doctor!

"Please, call me Carlisle." He replies with a firm handshake. His friendliness distracts me from my dirty musings.

"And call me Esme, dear." Esme adds with a hiccup and another squeeze around my shoulders. All of a sudden she begins waving her arms wildly to their server.

"Please bring two more bottles of wine," Esme requests, gesturing to the empty bottle of wine on the table. "We're celebrating, aren't we Carlie!" She continues, slapping the good doctor's upper thigh. I swear both Cullen men flinch.

Esme goes on to excitedly explain that she has been selected to help restore a room in The Shuey House, a historical landmark near campus. Her excitement is palpable, and apparently, Dr. Cullen's is as well. While speaking, Esme is very animated, however whenever someone else carries the conversation, her hand always seems to find itself on her husband's dick. The poor man, she is handling it like a gear shift. Hmm, it appears someone around here is good at driving a stick. I can't tell if he is feeling aroused or assaulted. I quietly giggle noticing Edward pinching the bridge of his nose at his parent's overt sexual brazenness.

We shut the restaurant down and four bottles of wine later, Esme hugs me for like ten minutes while repeatedly telling me how perfect I am for her Edward and how happy I make him. She also makes us promise to come over for an early dinner tomorrow.

Carlisle gives Edward his keys and asks him to drive the car out to their house tomorrow since they are entirely too drunk to drive tonight. After calling a cab, he then pulls Edward aside, apparently discussing some serious business. Nodding and smiling, Edward appears to be relieved by whatever his father is telling him. The cab arrives and Edward tries to extract me from his mothers clutches.

"Es, the cab is here." Carlisle whispers into his wife's neck as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.

Esme begins bouncing again and grabs her husband's tie leading him to the car. I am 110% sure Edward wants to stab himself in the eardrums when we hear his mother squeal, 'Yea, taxi hummer!' Carlisle wags his eyebrows as she pulls him into the cab. As the car drives away, I am confident I see his mom's head disappear. Staggering back to Edward's house, my curiosity gets the better of me.

"So what were you and Carlisle whispering about over there?"

With his signature crooked smirk he replies, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I raise an expectant brow and say, "Duh, that's why I asked."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he seems a little embarrassed. "He was letting me know that my STD test results came back."

"Oh… Oh gosh, Edward. You didn't have to tell me, that's really not my business. Well, not really. I mean, it's not like we're… you know." I stutter.

"Well no, it does directly affect you, since I am clean and all." He admits quietly, raising his eyes to meet mine, gauging my reaction.

Biting my lip and nodding my head, I cannot hide my excitement over this new development. We continue to walk in relative silence. About a block from his house, the sky opens up and it begins to rain. And it isn't like a misty rain that you can make out in, I'm talking torrential downpour. Edward and I run down the street giggling like five year olds. A part of me wants to stay outside, stomp in the puddles and dance in the rain. That is until the lightning lights up the sky.

Edward and I haul ass into his house and down the stairs to his room, our shoes squelching the entire way. My teeth are chattering as I begin stripping my wet clothes off. Suddenly skinny jeans don't seem like such a good idea as I get all tangled up and fall face first on the floor. Exceptionally smooth, Bella.

Laughing at my clumsiness, Edward picks me up off the floor and sets me on the bed before extracting my skinny jeans from my legs. Clad only in my bra and panties, I lean back on my elbows and rake my eyes over his body. Every nerve ending inside me is standing on end, positively vibrating with anticipation.

Watching me closely, Edward strips down to his boxer briefs, with much more grace than I am capable of. He looks beautiful standing there, his wet hair plastered to his head and dripping all over his body. He swallows thickly before climbing on top of me. Our kisses are slow and deep, each one is more passionate than the last. And just like he said he would, he kisses and worships every single inch of my body.

Desire courses through my entire body, as his fingers and mouth work over my most sensitive area with slow but wild abandon. With three fingers, he stretches me, preparing me for the ecstasy to come while his other hand kneads my breasts, making sure to manipulate the hardened peaks until the sensation is painfully pleasurable. I am a quivering mess by the time Edward kisses his way back up my body. Kissing me deeply once more and placing his forehead against mine, his eyes are desperately pleading for permission.

"Please." I whisper, pulling his lips to mine once more.

Pushing off my body, he settles on his knees between my legs. He spreads and lifts my thighs on top of his, stroking himself twice before he places the head against my entrance, rubbing it up and down my slit. Licking his lips, he looks to where we are about to be joined before he slowly and gently begins to push inside of me. The sensation is unbelievable as I feel myself stretching and molding around him. My entire body feels like a live wire, I can feel my legs tremble as he settles into me completely.

He pauses to look up at me, his smile is blinding and I can only assume that mine is just as brilliant. Leaning down, he intertwines my hands in his and places our joined hands above my head, kissing me hard. He begins to thrust slowly but deeply and with purpose. I feel full. Complete. For the first time, this feels so right.

No words are exchanged, nor are they necessary. The raging storm outside provides a hectic and frantic pace for our lovemaking to follow. Our breathing is uneven and labored as he begins to thrust harder, faster. Edward's body tenses and I can feel his shaft stiffen slightly inside of me. We're both so close. He pulls out and pushes off my body. He raises my legs until my ankles are resting on his shoulders, giving him a delicious new angle to penetrate.

Grunting loudly, he enters me again with a hard, swift thrust. Placing one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he anchors me in preparation to receive him again. My body is seeking friction so I place my hands against his headboard, bracing myself to meet him thrust for thrust. Plunging forward quickly he bottoms out, only to follow it up with a slow grind. A deep moan escapes my lips and my body reacts on its own accord. My back arches and I lift my hips so his grind hits 'that' spot.

He recognizes exactly what I need and with a knowing smile, he begins a steady rhythm of rough thrusts and deep grinds. It's all too much. Between the flashes of lightning coming from the window, the sounds of our sweat and rain soaked skin slapping and the grunts erupting from Edward's clenched jaw, I throw my head back and close my eyes as I near my release.

His hips piston wildly, the movements are erratic and completely out of control. I can hear Edward's teeth click audibly as he breathes deeply through his nose and continues to pound in and out of me. This new punishing pace has me moaning and writhing beneath him, literally begging him for more.

"Please." I plead. "Edward, pleeeaaasssee!"

Before the entire word is out of my mouth, his fingers are on my clit, pinching and pulling the sides while his thumb makes rough circles under the hood. My scream sounds earth shattering even to my ears as my entire body tenses and shutters. I can feel my walls clamping down around him, pulsating and gripping his entire length.

Two powerful strokes later, Edward's climax takes him. He is buried in me to the hilt and I can feel him sputtering and twitching deep within. His jaw is taut and the chords of his throat strain as he releases a silent scream. My God, he is magnificent when he comes.

Collapsing on top of me, we are both panting, trying to catch our breath. My own body is still riding out the aftershocks of my Edward Cullen dick induced orgasm. He lifts his head from my chest and I am slightly taken back by the seriousness of his expression. He opens his mouth several times to say something but seems to think better of it, so he just smiles my favorite crooked smile at me before placing a kiss and then his ear against my heart.

The wine and the fact that I have literally just had the best orgasm of my life makes me want to say crazy and sappy things to him. Like how I have never been happier in my life. Or that I want to be with him forever. Or that I am crazy in love with him… I inwardly debate the pros, cons and consequences of making such a statement in our afterglow. My inner deliberation is interrupted by Edward's deep breathing and soft snores. I smile softly at the beautiful boy, lying on my chest and pull the covers over us. Unable to stop myself, I kiss the top of his head.

"I'll love you forever, Edward Cullen." I quietly whisper, hopeful that one day I will say it to him when he's conscious.

A/N… So now that we have their first time out of the way... Let the crazy, smutty times begin...

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