Hello darlings! Hey-are you ready to see what Edward does when he has too much free time on his hands? Here's a little taste. Just because I read a steamy fic and felt like getting my smut on. I don't usually like writing much smut because it makes me feel awkward...like I'm trying to write to strangers what my hubby and I do. But don't worry-you'll get your Bella/Edward yummies eventually.

Also, don't get confused with the time skip-it skips from Feb 14, last chapter, to mid-April this chapter and next.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I own the front-row seats to what I make them do.

XOXO-Ka

Right Vs. Good

by: JudeOrion

Chapter Thirteen and a Half: Private Time

The sun warmed my face as I lay against the grass. Despite my foul mood I smiled when I heard Alice approaching, reciting the Gettysburg Address in Samoan.

"What are you hiding, Sister?" I asked with my eyes still closed. She sat down next to me and held my hand in hers. I could almost feel her smiling at me.

"Oh, nothing, Edward. You'll find out soon enough, anyway."

I discovered long ago not to pester her about what she tries to hide. That didn't mean it wasn't annoying, but it was less so than trying to wrestle it out of her. So I shrugged and let her examine my fingernails.

"Huh. I never noticed before. You have pretty good cuticles for a man." I wrenched my hand out of hers and glared at her. Alice had an impish little smile on her face.

"What are you going to do about Carlisle?" Alice asked me after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't know. What are you going to do about Emmett?" I countered. She huffed.

I don't know. Why is he acting like a child?

"Because he's afraid of losing Bella again. Face it, Alice, she's going to die. If she's marrying the human she will never be one of us and she will die eventually. He's terrified of that. But he doesn't know how to deal with it."

"I guessed as much." She was silent for another minute, sorting out her thoughts.

"No," I growled at one tangent of her thinking.

"I didn't really consider it."

"I deal with him enough as is. I refuse to let that moron foul up the earth for the rest of eternity."

"Jeez, Edward, tell me how you really feel."

I rolled my eyes and sat up to face Alice.

"Carlisle is very angry with you."

"I realize this, thank you pipsqueak."

"Don't shoot the messenger. He wants you to speak with him soon."

"I don't understand him. He's the one who had such an issue with changing me, my humanity, my soul, et cetera, but he wants me to change Bella."

"He worries about you. You've been alone for so long, he just wants to see you happy."

I scrubbed my hands over my face. "I know, I know. I don't understand why he's so angry with me, though. It's her decision and it's set on the cretin."

"He's a decent man, Edward, he's very kind to her."

"You haven't heard his thoughts when he's around her."

What do you mean?

"He may not be a teenager anymore but you would think he had just found out he had a penis and the things he can do with it. I have to see everything he's done with Bella, everything he wants to do with her. It's disgusting."

"Are your thoughts any better, Edward?"

I just glared at Alice.

"I love her, Alice."

"And so does he. You haven't felt what Jasper has shared with me. He loves Bella very much."

"Can I just have a while alone, Alice," I asked, suddenly angry. She looked at me sympathetically, then got up and left without another word.

I lay back in the grass and let my thoughts wander. Did Josh love Bella? Yes, I could see it in his thoughts. To be honest, he had less impure imaginings than I ever had. I indulged in remembering our past encounters and creating new ones on a daily basis. And they were much more vivid than Josh's ever could be.

I knew Bella's skin better than he did. Knew every blemish, every flaw. The spots where she was ticklish, the spots where she wasn't. Recognized when she was angry even when she didn't show it by the way her pupils would dilate. The mole on the back of her knee I don't think she knew about. I knew how a whisper in her ear would send goosebumps down her body. I loved how her body had changed. She didn't really have curves, she was still childlike, when we were in Forks. She dressed in blacks and browns, never skirts always jeans. Sensible shoes, hair straight down. I was attracted to her, yes, but her lack of confidence showed through by how she presented herself.

Ten years later…Oh, God, it was all I could do not to take her in the middle of the classroom full of children. Like Valentine's Day, two months ago. With that leather skirt that only came down to mid-thigh, and her heels that begged me to bend her over the desk and… great, now I was hard. I ran my hand over the front of my jeans as I remembered the way her curves had filled out as she grew older. Her breasts fuller, her hips wider, her thighs and calves more toned. Her stomach wasn't flat like it had been, and she must have put on twenty or so pounds. But it suited her well. She didn't look on the verge of emaciation anymore. She looked healthy.

The sound of my zipper pulling down was loud in the quiet of the woods. I snuck my hand under the elastic of my underwear and thought back to when I had visited her last September, after she came to our house for the first time. I had determined not to be hesitant, but doing what I did was never my plan. I remembered the way her soft lips had given way to mine, the warmth of her tongue running along my own. The smell of her arousal, sweet and strong and in pure essence of her had almost set me taking her right as she sat on the table. I was so hard, pressed up against her warm opening, so close. My hand was moving rapidly by now, and remembering her moan as she was so ready for me toppled me over the edge.

I let myself settle down for a minute before wiping my hand on a handkerchief in my pocket, which I threw into the woods. I had to see her. I tucked myself back into my jeans, tugged up the zipper, and took off for her apartment. I could hear arguing coming from her living room as I approached. It was dark, so I perched myself in the tree outside her window and listened.

"You're going to get fired, Bella!"

"For what? Befriending a lonely girl? Her father is dead, her mother and brother are in jail, and her grandmother doesn't give a crap about her! What do you expect me to do?"

"It's not about Kimber. It's about the Cullen family."

"What are you talking about?"

"Alice and Rose are one thing, but with the boys always hanging out around you, people are going to accuse you of being the next Mary Kay Letourneau, Bella. Use your head!"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing," he mumbled. I could hear his thoughts, though, and he knew he was in trouble.

"No, not 'nothing'. What the hell did you mean by that?"

Josh sighed hard. "Edward."

"What about him?" Her heart sped up.

"Please. He's got some sort of adolescent crush on you, you know it. I see the way he looks at you. The way he opens doors for you, follows you around, pulls your chair out. I thought it was funny at first, but I see the way you look at him, too. You like him back."

"You're wrong."

"I'm not."

"You think I'm cheating on you."

"No. I know you wouldn't do that. But the way you two act around each other makes me…I don't know. Wonder."

"You can wonder in your own house."

"Fine." I heard him get his coat on and the door slammed shut. I crawled into the window and saw Bella on her hands and knees, hitting the floor in frustration. I came and knelt beside her.

"Hey. Hey, shh. It's ok, Bella. Stop that, you're going to hurt yourself." I took her wrists into my hands and she turned to me, falling against my chest. Her tears dampened my shirt as I rocked her back and forth. It hurt, not being able to console her. It hurt more that she was crying over the idiot.

I held her, though, for a good half an hour before she looked up at me with red puffy eyes.

"Hi."

"Hi," I whispered back.

Then she knelt up and pressed her lips to mine. It took a moment for the shock to evaporate, then I responded eagerly. She shoved her tongue against my lips and I opened them for her. God, she was warm.

"Please, Edward."

"What?"

"Please make love to me."