Bella POV

Here we were sitting in the World Studies classroom waiting for the teacher to call class to order, when Edward brushed my arm in his loving delicate way. I knew he was drawing up plans for tonight, I could see the thought process in his eyes. He was easy to read, even without his mind reading abilities. Tonight would be no different than any other night; we would spend some time with the family, and then we would all venture off to our separate areas to have some alone time–which was just a nice way of saying love making time, or fuck sessions in some cases. I remember last night perfectly, we were in our new meadow, our new safe haven, and I can still feel Edward's hands firmly gripping my hips and trailing kisses all over my body.

My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher clearing his throat to call the class to order. "I know you are all ready for your first day to come to an end, and it will soon. But until then, we have some things that we need to get out of the way. I can remember a time when I was once in your seats, and since you are all required to have this class, it only seems inevitable that you should be here at one point or another. My name is Mike Moore, but you can call me Mr. Moore, and in time I will learn each of your names. In the meantime, I think that I should just give you a brief rundown of what will be expected of you in my classroom."

He continued on for a few minutes, telling us how we would probably never get to see most of the things that we would study in this class. And much to my surprise, although he never came right out and said it, he didn't seem to care about the school's rigid policies. Good, maybe my family wouldn't feel the need to harass every teacher that they came into contact with today.

I was beginning to wonder if the boys were ever going to give up this game that they had begun. Although, I would have to admit that some days were better than others. Some days the pranks were original, while others it was as if the mischief lost patience and originality—these tasks just ranged on tedious and boring.

Today was considered 'torture the teacher' day, so in essence most everyone else was safe from their wrath, which also made Edward immune to my tactics—but only for today.

So far, my family had managed to cause a teacher "pee himself," left a lady thinking that she was the most worthless and intimidating person known to mankind, and then caused the biggest lust scene in the history of any school. The latter two of the three were, of course, courtesy of Emmett and his toy. But then when Jazz lost it, I think most of the school was either in the bathrooms seeking some relief or, at the very least, readjusting themselves.

So far today was not so bad, but this final class still remained. I was hoping that the bell would ring sooner than expected so that we could just get out of here. There were so many other things that I had my sights set on doing that did not involve humans—or really anyone other than Edward and me.

My favorite kind of torture was the torment I bestowed upon Edward—the needless sexual teasing, the seducing glances that I knew drove him wild, or the soft pucker of my lips that I reveal when I catch that twinkle in his eye, or the fact that I know they cause him think about other things I could be doing with those lips. The tactic I most toyed with was allowing him to hear my thoughts. Typically, I would strategically concentrate on what I wanted to do to him and where I wanted to do it. The growls that erupted from him were usually more than enough to successfully get me unhinged.

Today was no different. I had been causing him anguish even before we left the house. And I knew it would only be a matter of time before he forced me into a janitor's closet, or rushed me home for some romp session that was sure to cause any observer to blush.

"Now if you would please turn your books to page 14, you will see some pictures of the Eifel Tower." As we all turned to the page, I noticed that Emmett was fake scratching his book. The next second, he was sniffing it. What the hell? Why was he scratch-n-sniffing things?

Students all around us saw what he was doing and were snickering at his ridiculous display. Then a few seconds later, Mr. Moore tried to cover a laugh with a cough, although it was poorly disguised. "Ummm, Emmett, is there something I could help you with?"

"No sir. I have always been told that the air in Paris smells absolutely wonderful, and I was just trying to see what it smelled like."

Rose and I just looked at each other as we both rolled our eyes. How she tolerated his immaturity all the time was beyond me.

"Well, I hope you like it," Mr. Moore contributed to Emm's stupidity.

As we continued through the chapters, we came across other sights that Emmett continued to scratch and sniff. But when we came to the Great Wall of China he exclaimed, "Wait! It doesn't smell like Chinese food! Why doesn't it smell like Chinese food? I love Chinese food."

Several of the students around us were now in pure fits of laughter. "He seriously is sniffing the book." "What is wrong with him?" "Who the hell is stupid enough to think that the book can smell?"

"You know Emmett; I would have to agree that Chinese food is pretty good…Now if you will all turn the page you will see the Vatican."

Emmett of course continued his sniffing game. "Ewwww, sweaty sex! I thought that it was suppose to be The Holy Country. What are they all doing smelling like they have been having sex all day long?! Is the pope even allowed to have sex? I thought it was against the rules." I think half of the class was now laughing at Emmett's insane outburst.

"Well you know Emmett, I think everyone has to have sex at one point or another."

With a look of pure excitement directed toward Rose, Emmett proclaimed, "You don't say, I think I just proved that point at lunch today."

"Shut up Emmett!" Rose screeched as she punched Emm's arm. At this point, the whole class was in pure spurts of laughter both because of the comment and Rose's reaction. I could smell the boys getting excited over the subject matter of Rose and sex.

"As much fun as that might be Emmett, I'm not sure that telling the entire class was the best way to brag."

"Ohhh I'm not bragging, but since you brought it up, I could start bragging right now. Because Rose and I have sex all the time, in fact I think we have done it in all of our cars, every room in the house, in the back yard, in the woods, in Bella and Edward's bed…" I knew that they had never been in our bed before but the rest of the class didn't.

"SHUT UP EMMETT!!!" Rosalie shrieked at him.

"What baby, I was just informing him of what we do in our spare time."

"I don't care what the hell you were doing, if you want to keep your Arcadia in one piece you will shut your mouth right now, before you get us in trouble, I really don't want to be stuck at this school any longer than I have to and especially not in detention."

"He's not going to give us detention. Right Mr. Moore?" as he turned to face Mike.

"As much as the rest of the faculty might wish us teachers to hand out detention for remarks such as those, I don't think that having sex should merit detention. So in essence I would have to say that, no, I will not give you detention for that." Emmett just smirked as he turned back to face Rose.

"See baby, nothing to worry about."

"But Emmett, I must stress that this is not the time for that kind of conversation. We need to finish our lesson…next up is also in Italy," Mr. Moore continued.

"What the hell?" Emmett muttered under his breath, clearly not happy with Mike's utter disregard for his stupid and immature actions.

Edward then had to stifle a laugh; I glanced at him, hoping he would see the curiosity in my eyes. "It looks like Emm might have met his match; apparently Mike Moore was a class clown in his day too." That was it; Rose and I couldn't help ourselves, we both started laughing.

"Are you serious, it's not bothering him?" Emm protested.

"Nope, I don't even think he cares."

"Well we shall see about that." The look of pure concentration and frustration in Emm's face worried me. If publicly speaking of his and Rose's sex life was the low notch on the list, then what was coming next?

As we continued throughout the book looking at various works of art and locations that we would be 'studying' throughout the year, Emmett decided that he would pull out some colored sheets of paper. At first I had no idea what he was doing, but then as he began to fold the pieces, it became obvious. A few moments later and there it was—the leaning Tower of Pisa, model size, sitting on Emmett's desk. "Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore!"

"Emmett?"

"Look, I have a tower."

"Wow Emmett that's really good. Did you seriously just make that in class?"

"What the hell, he isn't going to condemn me for wasting class time playing with paper?" He half whined, half whispered to us. But then he reclaimed his voice and projected, "I did. I spent the last five minutes folding my paper so that I could have a tower. I have always wanted to see it for real, so I thought that I would spend some time in class doing some origami."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure can. In fact, I have a few others that I made while I was in class too." Emmett told him while pulling out several more papers, all of which were unmistakably just like the original work of art.

There was an Eifel tower, and a swan, a boat, a paper airplane that he proceeded to throw across the room, then finally just a wad of paper that showed his obvious frustration when it didn't come out as he had hoped. Emmett, being Emmett, launched the ball at the side of some boy's head that was checking out Rose's cleavage. Mr. Moore seemed absolutely fascinated by the works of art but before long realized that he was suppose to be doing other things.

After a few seconds of trying to remember where he was, Mr. Moore was asking questions about various things, trying to decide how much everyone already knew about the material and gauging where people had traveled and what they have seen.

"Does anyone know what happened to the Berlin Wall?" Mike asked the class.

"Ohhh ohhh," Emmett was raising his hand and practically jumping out of his seat.

"Emmett."

Emm turned to point at the red-haired boy next to him, "He knows."

"My hand wasn't raised," the boy insisted.

"Yes it was. I saw it!" Emmett insisted.

"No—it wasn't! Why would I raise my hand when I wasn't going to answer?"

"Hmm, I could have sworn I saw your hand raise like you knew the answer. I guess you are true to form, blonde makes you dumb, huh?"

"Excuse me?" Rose questioned quirking an eyebrow.

"Not you baby, you're smarter than anyone I know, well except maybe Eddy here because he just listens to too much crap. But returning to the topic at hand, he knows it, I know he does. Come on dude, the Berlin wall… the wall that separates Germany. Come on, you have to know this…. Oh god, you don't do you? That's so embarrassing. I can't believe you don't know basic history. Mr. Moore, he obviously needs to be taken out of the advanced class. It's a shame; I think he would have been a nice addition to our class."

I couldn't help but duck my head and hide my face with my hands in embarrassment, both because I was sitting next to Emmett and also out of embarrassment for the boy. Of course he probably didn't know all of the details of the Berlin wall; he didn't live through it as the Cullens had.

I couldn't imagine what Emmett was going to pull next. As it was, he was reverting to old school tricks that were no longer funny—especially when you're ranging near forty years old. The pranks had all been done a million times, and Emmett was no newbie at them. He himself had probably invented them a million years ago when he was going through high school the first time.

Oh, no, he didn't did he? Did he just spit a spit wad at that boy in the front row? Ewww it landed right in his ear! Thank god Edward threatened to kick Emmett's ass if he ever pulled any of this crap on me. I couldn't tolerate it. As it was I had to watch him give wet willies, and loogies, and whatever else disgusting little elementary kids usually do to each other. I'll never forget the day he gave Jake a swirly. Can we say Emmett reverted back into childhood?

Edward brought me out of my thoughts, "A penny for your thoughts?" Instead of talking I just smiled and dropped my shield. 'Daydreaming about last night again.' And that was it, he grabbed my arm, ushering me towards the door. 'Wait Mr. Moore….'

"You think he is really going to care what goes on? You saw for yourself that Emmett tried to get under his skin and nothing seemed to really bother him. He just laughed right along with us." And with that I let him usher me out of the room, down the hall and into a familiar realm of purgatory, our Spanish room.

"Are you serious? Spanish class? Didn't you have enough of his thoughts the first time today?" I asked.

"Yes, but he left shortly after and hasn't been back today. So I doubt that he is coming back, and what better way to spite him than to have my way with you on his personal property."

"Mmmm….Edward, exactly what did you have in mind?" I cooed as I slid my hand up his chest.

"Well I think after I get you all wet, that I will make you cum with my tongue. Then I will fuck you in earnest until you scream my name and cum again on his desk." That was it; my lips were on his in pure urgency. My hands ran up his chest to his face and tangled in his hair, pulling him to me. My need for him was on the brink of desperation. But I always needed him; I wanted him like no other. I don't know how we ever made it before these nights. Virginity was definitely over rated, and I don't know how we survived before sex. Don't get me wrong, life was great now… but the sex… Oh. My. God.

He caressed my breasts through my shirt, grabbing me with both hands, and lightly squeezing me as he pushed me into the wall behind Mr. Gonzales' desk. His mouth trailed down my neck lightly as he continued kissing, licking and biting every inch of my exposed neck. I couldn't help but throw my head back and allow him full access to ravage and claim whatever part of my body he wanted.

Edward's hands trailed down my torso and one hand grasped at my clothed crotch. He groaned when he felt the heat and wetness gathering, longing for his entrance. If my moans hadn't done a good enough job alerting him to my dyer need of him, then that wet sultry feeling alone was enough to make him know that every inch of me wanted him, and wanted him badly.

As soon as I opened my eyes I was staring at him, necessity started rushing throughout my body once more as I felt the adrenaline take over my senses. Before I could stop, I threw myself onto him and captured his mouth with mine. Everything about him screamed sex, desire, and need, when I heard him moaning from underneath me; it only fueled the fire within me and made my want for him grow even more. I sucked his tongue and played with it, relishing in the feeling of him, as he eased his into my mouth.

"Uhhhh…Bella…" His hands captured my face and then snaked around to my hair, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't get enough of this man. He kissed his way down my neck and stopped at my collarbone, nibbling and licking his way around. I moaned as he sat me down on the desk, granting him more access to my body. I quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and unhooked the front clasp of my bra so he could take me fully into his mouth.

"What do you want me to do to you?" he murmured against my skin, going anguishly slow toward my aching.

"Mmmmm…..I want you to lick me."

"Where? Where do you want me to lick you Bella," he practically moaned.

"I want you to lick my nipples, I want you to take them, and pinch and play dirty with them," I gasped as he began to follow my instructions.

As I said the words, his mouth left mine only to resurface on my breasts. Rubbing them with his lips, and licking and biting gently at them. Forcefully I shoved his head toward my body, urging him to do more to me. I wanted him to take me right here, right now. Sucking on one breast, he used his other hand to massage it and pull at my nipple ever so slightly until it was fully erect. Oh my god, he knew just how to turn me on.

Switching sides he reiterated the same motions, making sure that both of my nipples were now fully rigid, and then his lips made their way back to my awaiting mouth. He was kissing me and sucking my lips between his teeth as he gently bit on them. Never letting his lips leave me, he leaned me against the wall that the desk faced.

The wetness that pooled eagerly between my legs was almost unnerving in this moment. I could see all the desire he held for me, and I wanted him more than ever. His eyes blazed into me, like molten bronze. Slowly he maneuvered his hand down to my waist and then underneath my skirt and ripped my panties off, throwing them onto the desk beside us.

He trailed butterfly kisses over my cheek, jaw line, neck, then lower, reaching my breasts. I was starting to get dizzy, which was hard to do as I was a vampire, but here he was dazzling me beyond belief yet again.

I'd never wanted him as badly as I did right this minute.

When he reached my waist, Edward spread my legs with his hands. I inhaled ruggedly when I felt his tongue slide between my lips. As a tender lick on my clit caused me to moan with excitement, my hands found their way into his hair trying to pull him closer.

As if in response to my moan, he traced each fold with the tip of his finger, driving me nearly insane with anticipation as I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

He continued to tease me with his tongue at my entrance; I wanted to squirm, but his hands around my thighs kept me rather immobilized. He continued to taunt me, licking and gently nibbling.

"Mmmm….Edward….."

As I spoke he thrust his finger into me, god it felt fucking wonderful. Continuing to thrust his fingers in and out, he began licking my clit with more vengeance. I couldn't contain myself anymore and I started to moan. Without hesitation he forced his fingers deeper in me, while bringing his mouth to mine.

He continued to kiss me with fervent desire. Massaging his tongue with mine, while his fingers did a number on me. I could taste my sweetness all over his lips and inside his mouth, which brought about a whole new level of arousal. If I was wet before, I was surely now soaked.

I knew he was having fun, but I didn't care, it felt absolutely mag-fuck-nificent. Before placing his tongue on my clit again, he blew softly, eliciting another desperate moan from me.

"Ohhhhh….edward…that feels soooo….mmmmm….good"

"Mmm…Bella…you taste so good."

I was close; I could feel myself teetering on the edge. And the vibrations of his voice were nearly more than I could handle. I grabbed his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. Then he bit my clit lightly and began sucking.

My knees started to buckle and my legs began to tighten around him.

"Edward…" was all I could say, "I'm …so … close…"

He picked up speed causing me to exert even more moans. I felt my walls tremble against his fingers and heard him lick every last drop clean. I looked down into his smoldering eyes and felt my body relax as he brought his lips to mine once more.

I immediately began undoing his belt buckle while he wrapped his arms around my waist. Once I had his pants open I pushed them down, and as they slid to the floor I wrapped my hand around his engorged cock, stroking it lightly.

"Ohhh….Bella," Escaped his mouth but he then continued kissing me.

A moment later, he pressed himself against me but without entering. After about a minute of grinding our bodies together and kissing, he moved his lips down my jaw line, to my neck and began kissing my breasts.

A little influential pulling on his hair and he was hovering over me until I had his lips on mine once more. I pulled away only long enough to whisper, "I love you" while staring into his deep ocher eyes. I could have lost myself in his intent gaze. The smile on his face grew into the crooked one I loved, and more passion seeped into those orbs of yellow illumination.

"I love you too."

He then brushed his lips against mine and slipped his cock into me. He growled softly as I moaned with force. I arched my back with the delicious feel of him sliding into me, filling me.

Following my lead, he thrust himself into me deeper and then nearly pulled out, lingering just on the outskirts of my opening. I breathed in deeply, as he forced himself back in. Again he withdrew in one fluid motion and slid in deep once more, his eyes intent on mine. Lust so hot that it was nearly painful gripped me, nearly setting me on fire. This man was all mine, and I loved him more than life itself.

Edward placed a kiss on my slightly uneven lips, and then grabbed a hold of my hands pulling them above my head and against the wall.

He began kissing my hands, my wrists, and down my arms as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Before long, the fluid motion of his penetration became jerky, powerful, and we were breathing heavily, our chests moving against each other.

Edward's head pushed mine to the side and he reclaimed my neck, sucking and biting while he did some growling and jagged breathing of his own. I let my head fall against the wall while he continued to pump into me. I could feel myself building and he was starting to throb; I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"uhhhhh….I'm gonna cum…!" I nearly screamed.

Only vaguely did I notice when he started to shake, probably trying to subdue his own climax. I reared up bringing us both to culmination. It felt so good to let go, to get swept away, and at the same time be anchored by his hands still entwined with mine.