25/26. First Kisses

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EPOV

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I came looking for Bella after I bumped into Rose and she accused me of being a stupid jerk for hanging around with Tanya all night and upsetting Bella. I had been dumbfounded when she told me that Bella actually liked me. I mean it couldn't be true, not after what happened on Thursday when she turned me down. It just didn't make sense. I hadn't meant to upset her, I didn't even like Tanya; I just couldn't get away from her. Bella had been on my mind all night and I hadn't really let her out of my sight once, especially when Tyler decided to make himself her date for the night.

Stupid fool, I could tell she didn't want him around her, but I decided to let her deal with it; I didn't want to interfere and make her hate me even more than I thought she actually did. So when I found out I was wrong, that maybe Bella actually felt something for me, I went to find her immediately to rid her of the stupid rat.

At first when I found her struggling with him as he lay half on top of her, I thought I was going to be spending the rest of the evening inside a cell, I was going to pummel Tyler's ass for even thinking about touching her. But then I realized the fool had passed out on her and relaxed immediately, helping him off of her with a little more force than necessary.

And now here I was face to face with the girl that looked like an angel, the girl that never left my thoughts, the one I had just found out might actually share the feelings I have and she was asking me if I was real. Un-fucking-believable.

Bella stared at me one eyebrow cocked as she waited for me to prove to her that I was indeed real and she wasn't imagining anything. It then occurred to me what I could do to prove I was real and I smiled smugly as I took her back in my arms. I stared down at her with a look that shocked her as her eyes grew wide.

Don't do it, my sensible side tried to warn me through the haze of alcohol that was inhibiting my rationale. But I ignored my conscious and leaned in very slowly to whisper in Bella's ear, my lips grazing her soft skin.

"Are you sure?" I breathed. I watched as the hairs stood on the back of her neck and smiled cockily to myself. Bella swallowed loudly before answering in a weak voice.

"Prove it."

Very well, I thought to myself. I leaned back slowly staring into Bella's wide, expecting brown eyes and smiled.I brought my right hand up to cup the back of her neck as my left rested on her waist. Slowly I bought her face toward mine until our foreheads were touching lightly. Unexpectedly her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut and at that point I wanted nothing more than to forget my plan and go through with a new one. I wanted to kiss her. But, I wasn't going to kiss her. I couldn't, not after what had happened the other day. When we had our first kiss, and I mean when, not if, I want her to initiate, I want it to be of her own accord.

Bella leaned into me, waiting, for me to do what I very much wanted but couldn't do. Our lips brushed and a soft moan escaped her lips it was almost my undoing.

"Please," she begged softly. "Just do it."

The urge to press my lips to hers, to taste her was unbearable and she was asking me to, like actually asking me to. But for now I had to hide my joy, I couldn't come off too strong. I didn't want to scare her away again. Instead I took a deep breath and winding my fingers around the little strands of her hair on the back of her neck I pulled, softly not hard enough to hurt her but enough to shock her.

"What-the-fu-," she jumped smacking her forehead on mine. "Ouch," she cried out clapping her hand to her forehead as I rubbed mine.

Real smooth Edward.

Shut up.

Slowly she looked up to meet my sheepish eyes, she was blushing and looked both embarrassed and a little pissed.

"You pulled my hair," she stated incredulously her eyes wide with shock. I bit my lip and nodded, hoping that she wasn't about to blow a gasket on me.

"I needed to prove that you were awake remember?" I said cheekily.

"I thought you were going to kiss me," she replied blushing. "Not assault me!"

"Would kissing you have proved you weren't hallucinating?"

"Touché," she replied evenly while she simultaneously rubbed the back of her neck and her forehead. Suddenly she started giggling uncontrollably.

"Are you alright?" I asked, I was starting to worry that maybe us hitting heads and done some damage to her sanity. She was shaking her head and holding her waist while she was doubled over.

"Are you okay?" I asked again taking a step toward her, I put my hand on her shoulder and she grabbed onto my arm for support as she straightened still giggling.

"Sure," she laughed. "Let's go get a drink," she added tugging on my arm as she turned to head inside. I followed after her, not really wanting to get a drink but not wanting to leave her either.

"What's so funny?" I asked, unable to hide my own smile, I couldn't help it, she was infectious. She shrugged.

"I don't know the whole night, really," she nodded towards the barman waiting for me to order something; she already had a beer in her hand. I frowned. It was getting late and I didn't really feel like drinking anymore but I didn't want to be a sad sack so I ordered the same as her.

I leaned back against the bar and took a swig of my drink while I watched her sip her beer through a straw; she noticed my gaze and blushed. How curious. She could act all brazen one moment, asking me to kiss her and then the next become shy and innocent enough to blush under my watch.

"Do you what to enlighten me?" I asked, continuing our conversation from before.

"P-pardon?" she stammered confused.

"Why the whole night is so funny?"

"Oh," she giggled, looking down at her drink in her hands. "I don't know."

"Come on," I pushed, nudging her in the side in a flirting manner. "You can tell me."

She shook her head and continued to look down at her drink, but then she giggled. "It's just, how I spent the whole night with Tyler and it was horrible and I kept thinking you were off with Tanya and that made it worse. And then you come along and rescue me –" She hiccupped interrupting her speech "- and then it was like a dream and then you pretended to kiss me, which wasn't very fair by the way, and then you pulled my hair, we smacked heads and now here we are." She giggled and hiccupped again spilling her drink on her top.

"Damn, Rose is going to kill me," she said somberly brushing at the top but then she gave up giggling. "Oh well," she waved her hand dismissively and started to skull the rest of her beer, slamming it down on the counter before turning to me her face lit up with pride.

"I win," she said smugly.

We were playing a game?

"And you lose which means…." She hiccuped again and tried to take a step towards me but stumbled forward crashing into me.

"Whoa, easy there," I exclaimed, catching her in my arms. I put my drink down on the bar and indicated to the bar man to take it; I had had enough. "I think that maybe I should walk you home," I added in her ear.

"Kay," she muttered. "But I still won….so you owe me a kiss," she said fiercely poking me in the chest; I chuckled lightly and tried to ignore the surge in happiness I felt.

She's drunk, I reminded myself not to get too hopeful. She probably won't feel the same tomorrow.

"Let's go get your stuff and then we can go," I said grabbing two bottles of water from the barman, I nodded to thank him. Tucking Bella under my arm I went to grab her things.

She pouted and moaned a little about having to leave so soon but soon gave up the fight once she realized that the others were leaving too.

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After leaving the party we all went our separate ways, Emmett and Rose went to stay at Rose's since her parents were out of town and Jazz and Alice went back to mine, whilst I walked Bella to hers. The entire walk she flirted and played with me, much to my amusement and delight. She continually bounced around like an energizer bunny skipping and jumping and twirling her heels in her hands, rather gracefully for Bella, I might add.

Thank god she had taken the shoes off once we left the party. I didn't know how many more times I would have had to have caught her if she hadn't removed those ridiculous things. I would have to talk to Alice about that later; she just couldn't expect Bella to wear such contraptions without getting hurt. I didn't give a damn about her fashion justification she was bound to give. No wait you should have made her keep them on, I thought to myself. I should have been jumping at any chance to touch Bella, to hold Bella in my arms.

I was sure my face was going to be sore tomorrow with all the smiling and laughter I was sharing with Bella. She was unintentionally hilarious and very cute. Her happy attitude that I hadn't actually seen her express before was more than uplifting and I was already dreading the end of the night. I wanted to be around her always, so I could forever see her smile and for eternity listen to that laugh that managed to cause my insides to swell with my own happiness. I already loved her and she wasn't even mine yet to love.

When we finally made it to Bella's house, her mood momentarily changed and she simply refused to go home. She told me she had had a fight with her father, Charlie, and at the moment couldn't bear to go home and face him. The worst part was she flat out denied me any further explanation. It was like she hadn't realized where we were going until we finally got there and a part of me hoped that it was because she was just as absorbed with being with me as I was with being with her. I tried to coax her into just going home, because Charlie was probably worried about her, but she wouldn't, she could be awfully stubborn when she wanted.

Eventually we decided that she could stay with me, because there was 'no way' she was staying at Rose's while Emmett was there, without adults, because there was 'no telling' what they were up to. Alice was her friend too, so it was reasonable that she could stay at mine. Secretly I was relieved, and excited. Relieved because after Emmett's comment earlier tonight about imagining being with all the girls, I didn't want Bella at Roses' either. And excited because she was staying with me-even though I knew I couldn't hope for much. Not because Bella wouldn't give me anything, although she probably wouldn't, but because I wouldn't allow it. She was too intoxicated and I wasn't that type of guy – no matter how much I wanted to be – this was Bella we were talking about. I was just keen for her company, to be close to her, even if it wasn't physically.

Yea I'm the perfect gentleman…the guy that pulled her hair.

Soon enough we were doubling back to my house, her wearing my jacket because Rose and Alice hadn't let her bring one that was practical – we don't want to mess with the ensemble, do we? Sometimes she would tuck herself under my arm for extra warmth, and I didn't mind that at all. It was harmless enough, but mostly, she just bounced around drunkenly as she giggled at anything remotely funny, from a couple we passed that hadn't quiet made it home to express their feelings, to a guy doubled over a rubbish bin expelling his contents. We spent some of the time just talking. I liked both sides of Bella, the serious side when we were talking, or the part of her that giggled uncontrollably. Either way, it was good to see her happy.

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When we got home we noticed that Alice had offered refuge to a couple of other party goers, who I didn't really know. Silently we tiptoed around those that were crashed on the couches in my parent's living room. Of course being the gentleman I was, I offered Bella my bed, whilst I could sleep out in the living room with the new lodgers, but she refused. Citing that she was equally capable of sleeping on the floor, but there was no way I was letting her do that, not with strange boys. Somehow we came to the agreement that I would sleep in my own bed and she would take the sofa in my bedroom. I had to fight the urge to think too deeply about the fact that she wanted to sleep in my room, while I was in there sleeping or trying to sleep just a few feet away.

Making more noise than necessary, we raided my mother's linen closet for blankets and pillows for Bella and the guests. After Bella, in a fit of giggles, covered the drunken bodies sprawled across the living room, we stumbled and tripped over the blankets we still carried to get to my room -almost crashing to the floor as we staggered through the door

Bella ran into my room giggling and flopped herself down on my sofa sighing, pressing her face into the fabric and curling up into a ball.

"Night night," she muttered.

"You're ready to go to sleep now?" I asked stunned, she was so full of beans on the way home. I had to catch her numerous times as she bounced around me, tripping over her own feet and mine.

"Nope," she giggled into the sofa popping the 'p'. She turned her face slowly toward me smiling slyly, my heart thumped erratically, god she was so beautiful. Her hair was in shambles and so was her outfit which was covered in grass stains and mud, from the countless times she had tripped over her own feet. Her eyes were wide and shiny from the alcohol and not even the cut above her eye could distract me from how beautiful she looked when she smiled at me with those big brown eyes.

"Well what do you want to do?" I asked. It was three in the morning and I was rather tired but I couldn't go to sleep just yet, not with her here. She stared at me thinking, at first biting on her bottom lip before frowning and shaking her head.

Did she even know how unbelievably cute she looked when she did that?

"I don't know," she said sounding confused. She looked around my room thoughtfully. "Your room is very purrdy," she slurred.

"Thanks," I chuckled. Usually girls were annoying when they were drunk but Bella was just endearing, and besides, I hadn't seen her this happy since I met her. It warmed my heart. She continued assessing my room before her eyes finally came to rest on my clean folded laundry that was in a basket at the end of my bed. On top was a pile of my underwear which Bella seemed suddenly very interested in.

"Ohh," she gushed, rushing over to the basket before tripping over her feet and falling on her hands and knees. She rolled over onto her backside and laughed before she saw my underwear again and squealed picking up the first pair and clutching them to her chest. "Can I keep them," she moaned.

I chuckled when I realized which pair she was holding, they were black silky boxers that had a picture of the Transformer Bumble Bee on them. It was actually kind of embarrassing and a little childish that I had a pair of Transformers underwear. Alice had brought them for me last year for my birthday when I was crazy about the movie. She would tease me endlessly about it, she didn't like the movie and I hadn't ever really met a girl that had. Alice said she didn't understand it, but I didn't get what there was to not understand. They were fucking awesome cars that turned into freaking giant robots that kicked ass. What was there not to get?

"Uh, you like Transformers?" I asked Bella. She looked at me incredulously and shook her head.

"No…I LOVE TRANSFORMERS!" she shouted, bouncing over and plonking herself down next to me on the sofa. I closed my eyes when her bare arms brushed mine. Her skin was so soft.

"Shhh," I said putting my finger to her lips as I chuckled quietly at her enthusiasm, I tried to ignore the electric shock that travelled up my arm at the touch. "You'll wake up everyone." Her mouth popped open in the shape of an 'o' and she blushed slightly.

"Whoops," she giggled pressing her face into my shoulder.

"It's okay honey," I reassured, stroking her hair with my hand. I couldn't help it, it looked so soft and smelt so good. She didn't seem to mind either. She sighed and pressed he face further into my shirt; I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she fit there. I had to fight the urge to tilt her face to mine and kiss her, I couldn't…she was drunk. I wouldn't take advantage of her like that and she had already pushed me away once, I couldn't handle being rejected by her again if she woke up in the morning.

In her own time, I thought to myself. I couldn't help but think--no, hope--that she would come around. There was something I could feel between us, something that said we were meant to be together. I felt so drawn to her and I had to hope she felt it too.

"So…" I said trying to distract myself.

"Mhmm," she mumbled into my shirt. I noticed she was still clutching my underwear to her chest; it was fisted into a ball in her hand.

"You like Bumble Bee?"

"Yea, he's my favorite," she said sleepily not opening her eyes. I smiled to myself; I liked the way she looked as she pressed herself against my chest, peaceful and happy.

She belongs with me.

"But I like Jazz too," she mumbled.

"Yeah he's pretty cool," I agreed.

"It's sad when he dies in the movie."

"Yeah it is," I said softly my lips pressed into her hair. She smelt like flowers and strawberries, it was delicious.

Your such a sap, I sighed internally.

She gasped and sat up quickly, I narrowly avoided being knocked out as her head hit me in the jaw.

"Ow," we both said at the same time as we rubbed our sore spots.

"Sorry," she mumbled, blushing profusely.

"It's okay," I replied, trying to ignore how empty my arms felt without her in them, or how sick I felt wondering if I had done something wrong to make her jolt upright so quickly.

"So why the sudden urge to knock me out?" I asked, chuckling nervously. I was unsure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Oh yeah!" she replied enthusiastically helping me relax. "Well do you think Jasper's favorite character is Jazz? His name is Jazz too!" she giggled. I chuckled at her and shook my head she was unbelievable.

"Maybe we could ask him," I suggested. Her eyes lit up immediately and she started to bounce around.

"Good idea," she gushed fumbling in her back pocket for her phone. She quickly found a number, squinting at the screen and pressed it to her ear humming to herself as it rang.

"Ah…what are you doing?" I asked her.

"Ringing Jazz! Duh!" she laughed.

"Bella it's three in the morning," I said as I reached for her hand grabbing her phone, hanging it up.

"Damn," she muttered pouting. "I really wanted to know," she whined. She looked so adorable I couldn't help but flash her my toothy grin which grew even wider as she smiled back.

I was about to reach out and touch her face when her phone started to vibrate in my hand saving me from making a potential mistake, it was Jasper calling back. "Hey Jazz," I answered putting her phone to my ear.

"Whats up? Is Bella okay? Why is she ringing me at three in the morning?" he asked groggily. I could hear Alice in the background asking if Bella was okay. "I'm asking, give me a minute," he muttered to her. I frowned; I didn't like the idea of my sister being with him. It's not that I didn't like Jasper, it's just I didn't want to think of her being with anyone..alone…in that way.

"Yeah she's fine she just…" I began to reply but Bella ripped the phone from my ear.

"Hey Jazz ," she said loudly in a singsong voice. I could hear Jasper muttering something on the other end, but I couldn't make out what it was.

"Nooo," she giggled blushing, avoiding eye contact with me. "No Jazz he's not trying to take advantage of me," she giggled again. I could hear him laughing on the other before saying something else and then there was a loud commotion on the other end on the phone.

"Oh, hey Alice," Bella laughed. "What ya doing with Jazz?"

Alice obviously replied because Bella started to giggle. "Okay, I'll let you get right back to that," she said while shaking with laughter. I groaned loudly and pressed the palm of my hands onto my ears. I didn't want to hear that shit.

"No," she gasped. "I'm not trying to seduce your brother!" She was shouting again, and must have forgotten I was in the room because her hand flew to her mouth and she turned crimson red.

"No, you're mean Alice Cullen!" she moaned into the receiver. "I'm going now," she huffed, hanging up the phone on my sister.

"What was all that about?" I asked sheepishly.

"They think I'm trying to seduce you," she groaned. I laughed at her.

"Are you?"

"No, I am not," she growled, slapping me on the chest before grinning.

"You know you forgot to ask him…" I said, trying to change the subject off the idea of Bella trying to seduce me; I only had so much willpower.

"BALLS!" she squealed angrily, smashing her hand into her forehead. I couldn't help but roar in laughter her expression combined with what she just said and did was absolutely hilarious.

"Shhhh," she hissed, pouncing on me and knocking me back against the couch. "You will wake up your parents." She had obviously just forgotten she had just screamed 'balls' at the top of her lungs. She was straddling me and holding her hand against my mouth, her eyes were wide as she nervously listened to see if we were going to get caught. I chuckled against her warm hand and reached for her hips before I effortlessly flipped her onto her back and began to tickle her.

"Quit it," she gasped, her face turning red as she tried to slap my hands away.

"Shhh Bella, they will hear you," I teased as her squeals got louder. She tried to hold her mouth closed her face turning red as I continued to tickle her.

"Stop," she cried out wincing. But I just grinned at her and continued to tickle her; I was going to get her back for teasing me with her mere presence.

"Stop," she cried out tears sprouting in her eyes. "You're hurting me."

Immediately I stopped and sat backward. I went to hop off her legs but she grabbed me.

"Don't…" she begged. I looked at her confused…don't what?

"I'm sorry I hurt you Bella, I didn't even realize I was tickling you hard," I apologized feeling really shitty.

"Naw, it's okay Edward, I'm just tender from falling over yesterday, I hit my ribs," I studied her face as she smiled reassuringly at me, it didn't ease the guilt I felt. I went to lift up her top but she grabbed my hands.

"Uh…" she began.

"I just want to look to see if you are ok," I whispered. She shook her head vigorously.

"I'm fine, really, just a little tender .It's nothing," she mumbled pulling me toward her with force, unexpectedly. I fell against her and went to lift myself from her, thinking I might have hurt her again but she stopped me.

"Don't," she whispered again in my ear. Her breath was warm, I felt the hair on the back of my neck begin to stand. She pressed her lips against the skin just below my ear and she whispered, "I'm sorry for not kissing you when I had the chance." My stomach jumped into my throat at her words, did she really mean that?

"Me too," I said back, swallowing loudly. I could feel her smile against my neck.

"I wanted to," she breathed.

"Yeah?" I asked breathlessly.

"Mmhmm, I still want to," she replied.

Our bodies were pressed tightly against one another. I shook my head trying to remember how we got like this. I leaned back to look at her face, studying her carefully, she was biting down on her bottom lip as she stared back at me her eyes filled with desire.

"I do too…but…" I began, but she cut me off mid sentence, wrapping her arms around my neck pulling my face towards hers as she crashed her lips against mine.

I tensed up and froze; I didn't know what to do. I wanted this…more than anything. Ever since I laid eyes on her I wanted to kiss those mismatched lips. But she was drunk and I didn't want her to wake up tomorrow and hate me for it. I didn't want her to think I was that type of guy. I didn't know how to react…what do I do? Does she want this or is she just drunk? Both?

"Bella stop," I tried to mumble against her lips, but she wasn't having any of it. Her lips moved across mine slowly but with force. If I really wanted her to stop I could have made her, problem was I didn't want to stop. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I could feel hers against my chest doing the same. When I finally responded to her kiss she sighed, her breath mixing with mine as I parted my lips to allow her access. I nearly lost it right there. She tasted as sweet as she smelled and I didn't want to stop kissing or sucking or biting her until her taste became a permanent flavor in my mouth.

I had officially lost control. I couldn't stop this if I wanted to--and there was definitely no want to stop now. I squeezed my arm under her placing my hand on the small of her back and I pulled her tighter to me. I had a sudden thought of squishing us together like paydoh and I chuckled at the idea as we pulled apart to breathe. She buried her face in my neck and began to pepper it with kisses her chest heaving with the lack of oxygen.

"What?" she asked my neck.

"Nothing," I whispered back, suddenly feeling very drunk. She was intoxicating. She fisted her hand in my hair and I groaned with pleasure as she brought her lips back to mine.

Don't let this ever stop, I begged internally. Ever. But somebody out there decided I had had enough pleasure for one day and now was the time to end it.

Bella placed her hands under my shirt, reaching up my back, clawing at me to get closer to her. I wanted to so badly that I pressed myself into her giving her what she wanted, silently letting her know how much I wanted her. It was wrong to do that to her, but I couldn't help it she was driving me crazy; I wanted her so badly. But then she removed her hands from my body and started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it out from my pants. And that's where I drew the line; she was too drunk for that.

"Bella stop," I said grabbing her hands in mine as I hopped off her.

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This is a song my lovely Beta decided to sing to me. It cracks me up.

"I'm going to sing you a song I wrote about bumble bee! It's called I love bumble bee camaro (sang to the tune of bumble bee tune!)"

I love bumble bee bumble bee, camaro

I love bumble bee bumble bee, camaro

I love bumble bee bumble bee, camaro

Because he's big and Yellow!"

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LMAO.

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