DISCLAIMER: These beautiful characters unfortunately do not belong to me. They belong to the fantastic Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing around with them….and using them for my own pleasure.

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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Five - Fruit and Flowers

BPOV

What woke me was the feel of a masculine hand running along the side of my thigh, a slow and gentle caress. I slowly opened my eyes. And if I had any doubt just to where I was, the hardness of the naked body pressed up against me was a stark reminder. I looked up at Anthony and smiled. His eyes were wide and excited, and his hair was sticking out everywhere. It was so tempting.

"Hey," he grinned down at me.

"Morning," I grinned back at him.

"It's not morning yet," he laughed at me. "Its still dark out," he added as he nodded his head towards the window.

I frowned. "What time is it then?" I asked him.

"Its only four o'clock," he answered.

"And you woke me up? How dare you," I teased him as I lifted my hand and threaded my fingers through his hair. "You have gorgeous hair," I pointed out; twirling a strand of it around a finger.

"So, I've been told," Anthony chuckled. "Seriously though, I don't get the obsession with my hair. It must be a girl thing," he bit his lip.

"It is," I confirmed with a laugh.

We lay there in silence for a few more moments before Anthony sat up and looked down at me. I felt the blush rising from my chest, and I cast my eyes away from his when it reached my cheeks. His stare was intense, and it was starting to make feel all tingly inside. Now was not the right time for me to grow attached.

"Last night was great," he finally said.

"Yea, it was," I looked back at him and nodded in agreement. "Ah, its been a while since a man has made me feel like that. Actually, I don't think any man has ever really made me feel that good," told him.

I could tell from the look on his face that he was pleased with my statement. "You're very potent," I added next.

His grin widened and he leant down to kiss me, but I dodged his face and pulled myself out of bed. I picked up my red lacy knickers from the floor and slid them up my legs.

"Where are you going? You're not leaving are you?" Anthony frowned as he watched me.

"Nope," I shook my head and giggled at his anxiety. "I'm thirsty," I explained simply as I pulled his long sleeved shirt over my shoulders and done a few of the buttons up.

"Oh, good," he smiled in relief and jumped from the bed himself; throwing his boxers on. "Come on, there's some bottles of water in the mini-bar," he told me as he walked out of the room.

I followed him with a smirk on my face. His bare back was gorgeous. I decided that I loved the way his muscles clenched in his lower back as he walked. While he grabbed the waters from the fridge, I made my way outside and sat on the balcony. I inhaled deeply, taking in the cool air.

I used to the hate the cold, and hated the wet rain even more, but over the last few years id come to enjoy it, and found that the cold didn't really affect me. I quite liked the way it cooled me.

My father had also informed me that Forks was one of the rainiest places in America, so it was a good thing it didn't worry me, since I'd be staying there in one of the coldest times in the year.

"Come back inside, its freezing out there," Anthony's voice broke me from my thoughts.

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EPOV

I stood at the sliding door, beckoning Izzie back inside. It was freezing out there and I didn't want her to get a chill. Once she stepped back inside, I handed her a water, and then closed the sliding door, blocking the cold air from coming in.

I turned back around just in time to see Izzie sit down on the small couch located in the middle of the room. I couldn't help the grin the spread across my face as I looked over her. She was wearing my shirt, and I swear to god, id never seen someone look so good.

I couldn't get over how attracted I was to this girl; id never felt an attraction like this before. I loved how she was so different from most girls I had dated. There was an innocence about her that just drew me in. But then there was that inner vixen that I knew was inside there somewhere; and I'd managed to get a peek of it.

I wanted another peek.

I sat down next to her, and reached out to brush a curl away from her eyes. She had lovely eyes. Brown doe eyes that I felt could just drown me. She had beautiful porcelain skin, flawless and so smooth. And those creamy legs that, even though she was short, seemed to go on forever.

I reached down to said legs, and dusted my fingertips across her bare thighs.

"That feels nice," she smiled slightly.

"That's what you were saying in your sleep too," I decided to bring up her sleep talking. I'd found it extremely cute.

"What?" she sounded horrified. "Oh god, what did I say?" she groaned.

I couldn't help laughing at her. It was fun watching her get a little worked up. I could have kept going and teased her continuously, but I decided to just be truthful.

"It wasn't anything bad. Just things like 'yes', 'mmm', and 'that feels nice'," I explained to her. "And you said my name a few times," I smirked.

Her face paled and she dropped her head into her hands. "How embarrassing," she growled.

"Hey, I thought it was cute," I moved her face away from her palms; making her look at me. A blush had spread across her cheeks, and she looked even more sweeter than she already did.

I spotted a small smile peeking at the corners of her lips, and I was happy that I had managed to squash her embarrassment. I cup her cheek and kissed her softly. She lifted a hand to my shoulder and pulled me closer; deepening the kiss. Her tongue pushed at my lips and dipped inside my mouth. We fought for dominance, but in the end, I let her take it.

While we kissed, she pulled herself onto my lap and thrust her hand into my boxers. Her hot little hand felt so good palming my cock, that I couldn't suppress the ragged moan that fell from my mouth.

I latched onto her hand and pulled it away from me before standing. "Lets go back to the bed," I growled, and before she could react, I was tugging her back into the bedroom.

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BPOV

Before he had the chance to take control, I'd pushed him down onto the bed. I was going to take control this time round.

"Take them off," I indicated to his boxers.

He happily complied and slid the silk shorts down his legs. I myself was pleased that his dick was already engorged and ready for me. I was glad, because I didn't have the patience for fore-play this time. I wanted to get straight to the point. Didn't mean that I wouldn't tease him a little first.

From my standing point at the end of the bed, I slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt that I was wearing. When I'd finished with the last button, I let the shirt flap open and bared my breasts, but I didn't take the shirt off; not yet.

Seeing Anthony grinning at me from his spot on the bed, I felt a little wicked and brazen, so I ran my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts, kneading them gently and pinching my nipples slightly. Anthony released a loud groan and I noticed his dick twitching. He was impressive, that was for sure. He was larger than any other man id slept with, and he definitely knew how to use it well. I was excited that I was going to get to have it inside me once again.

I was starting to feel frustrated, and I could feel my juices pooling in my panties, so I knew it was time to stop teasing the man. And myself.

I brought my fingers to the side of my red panties and peeled them down my legs. I held them up with one finger before letting them flutter to the floor.

"I like those panties," Anthony muttered. "Red. Evil," he chuckled.

Still with his shirt on, I fell to the bed and stared to crawl up towards him. Straddling him, I grabbed a hold of his erection and stroked it for a few seconds; gaining a growl from him.

"I'm taking the top this time," I murmured.

"Take what you want. I'm desperate," his voice sounded strangled.

So was I.

Running my hands up his chest, I braced both hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back and looked into his eyes as I lowered myself on to him, taking his cock deeper and deeper.

I noticed that his green eyes darkened as he grasped at my waist. "So…good," he ground out.

I started to move my hips in small circles that eventually gave way to more uninhibited strokes that increased the pleasure and friction between us. With each glide of my body against his, he slid deeper and grew more harder inside me.

"Fuck," I cried out as one of his thrusts up managed to hit my g-spot. That was definitely a first for me, and my bloody god did it feel good.

I felt his hands grasp my waist harder, as he lifted me and slammed me back down on him as hard as he could. I gasped and cried out, clawing at his chest at the intense pleasure he was giving me.

"Yes, that's it," Anthony urged me on. "Cum for me, baby," he groaned.

He thrust two more times before exploding inside me; taking me along with him. I slumped down onto his chest, tremors wracking my body and his hands trailing up and down my back.

I wanted to say something, but I had no idea what to say. But I think we were both thinking the same thing; that it was damn good sex. I lay there for a few more minutes, him still inside me, listening to his heart hammering against my cheek.

Finally I rolled off him, and nestled into his side. He wrapped an arm around me and I placed my hand on his chest, sighing softly.

"Great night," Anthony finally broke the silence.

"Definitely," I nodded at his side in agreement.

I hated the next thought that popped into my head though.

But all good things come to an end.

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The next time I awoke Anthony was still asleep. I didn't awake to a gentle caress on the leg, or a kiss, or a sweet face with soft hair. But apart of me knew that it was a good thing that he was still asleep.

I had to leave.

I didn't want things to be awkward. I'd had mornings like that before, and it wasn't something that I enjoyed.

So I pulled away from him, and gently moved away from the bed. I picked up my underwear and dress from the floor and exited the room. I quickly dressed and put my heels back on.

I grabbed my bag and checked my phone, noting that I had two missed calls; one from my mum and the other from my dad. It was then that I realized the time. It was already ten am. Shit. Id promised my dad id be in Forks by twelve, but there was no way, id get there by that time now.

I felt bad for leaving without waking Anthony. He was such a nice guy and I'd really enjoyed the time I'd spent with him. I wished I had the guts to say goodbye, but I didn't think I'd be able to do it without getting emotional.

I felt that I had a great connection with him, and that if things were different, we'd see each other again. But there was no way that would happen. We hadn't spoken about it, but id guessed that he was only in town visiting, so there was a huge possibility that he didn't even live in this state.

Pursuing something just wasn't possible.

The only other thing I could do was leave him note. And all because I was too scared to wake the guy and say thanks for a wonderful night and goodbye. Why do I have to be such an idiot?

I searched through my bag for a piece of paper and picked up a pen that was sitting on the small table before. Now what the hell do I write?

I started with his name….

Anthony.

Thank you.

Love Izzie.

I'm such a loser. What kind of idiot leaves a note that says thank you? But in all seriousness, that's all I could think of. And it was just going to have to do.

I left the paper on the table and snatched up my bag. I took a step towards the door, but then stopped. I turned around and walked back towards the bedroom. I needed one more look.

He was sleeping soundly. A small smile was gracing his lips. He truly was beautiful. I whimpered at the thought of never seeing this beautiful specimen again.

Life really did suck.

Then he moved, and I panicked. I fled the bedroom as fast as I could. I opened the door to the hotel room and the last thing I heard before I closed the door behind me was his voice calling out to me.

"Izzie?"

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She was gone. Disappeared even before I woke up. I felt ill.

As soon as I woke, and found her side of the bed empty and her clothes missing from the floor, I knew. I knew she was gone.

So here I am, sitting in my bed feeling sorry for myself. I hadn't moved an inch in the last five minutes and felt no need to do so soon.

I don't know why I was feeling like this. She was just one woman. There were plenty more fish in the sea. I'd only just met her. But who was I fooling? Izzie was 'the' woman. The type of woman I wanted to take home to my mum.

But it looked like that was never going to happen.

After making love to her for the first time last night, id thought long and hard about the possibility of seeing her again. And this morning id decided that I was going to talk to her about it. There could have been a chance that we lived close enough together to continue what we'd started. Yes, only a small chance, but it was still worth asking.

But like I'd said before, that was never going to happen now.

Finally pulling myself out of the bed, I pulled my boxers and slacks on and made my way out into the lounge area. I grabbed an orange juice out of the mini-bar and sat down on the couch, resting my feet on the small table in front of me. That's when I saw it.

I picked it up and read the few words printed neatly on the slip of paper.

Anthony.

Thank you.

Love Izzie.

I sighed loudly and dropped my head back onto the headrest. If I had of known that I was going to feel this crap, I would have stayed away. It would have been better for my sanity. I needed to forget about Izzie. Forget her and never think about her again. I'd have to try.

But that wasn't going to happen. Not when her cardigan was still hanging off the very couch I was sitting on. I spotted it from the corner of my eye. I picked it up and ran my fingers over it. A soft cotton. I couldn't help myself when I lifted it to my face and inhaled. It smelt like her.

Fruit and flowers. Strawberries and Freesia's.

And I wanted to forget about her?

Yeah right. As If that was going to happen.

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A/N: Aww poor Edward. He's lost the only girl he's ever thought about taking home to meet his mummy. Poor guy. LOL.