Author's Note: Sorry for the delay; it's been a hellacious week. Thanks so much for reading and as a reward, this is a (hopefully) hot little chapter with no redeeming literary value whatsoever. Also, the points of view shift in this one; Edward is in italics.

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Seventeen

My thoughts vacillated between this is so wrong and this is so, so right. By the time we were in the elevator in his apartment building I was paying much more attention to the latter. I didn't know if there were cameras in this particular elevator, but if there were, they were getting a show. I was leaning my back on the half glass wall, Edward's hand on my leg bringing it up to curve around one of his. He switched from using his tongue to using his teeth on my neck and I let my head fall back, no longer caring about where we were or who may be around.

The damn elevator couldn't move fast enough. When the doors finally opened we stumbled the few yards down the hall to my apartment; somewhere in the back of my mind I was grateful no one saw us. She moved between me and the door as I fumbled for my keys, her arms pulling me tight against her small body. Her hands tugged gently at my hair and I dropped my keys. I growled in frustration and knelt down to pick them up, taking the opportunity to lift the hem of her shirt and plant a kiss on her stomach. I unlocked the door and walked Bella backward inside, kicking the door shut behind me. Lucid enough to know I didn't want the first time we had sex to be on the floor in the entry way, I picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

I set her down on a wide seat at the foot of my bed and shrugged out of my jacket, flinging it somewhere in the vicinity of the doorway. Before I could gather my bearings, Bella was working her hands under my shirt; so I pulled it up and off. She looked up at me with heavy lidded eyes and bit her lip; I don't think I could have stopped then even if I'd wanted to. I loved it when she did that. I slowed down to pull her jacket off her shoulders; she lifted her shirt and I helped her pull it over her head.

I wasn't nearly close enough to her.

I leaned down and grabbed her up by the waist, moving us until we were in a more suitable position on the bed. I kissed her collarbone, between her breasts, wanting to taste every inch of her as I made my way to the button of her jeans. I undid it and slid them from her body, tossing them to the floor. I noticed then that somewhere along the way she'd taken off her shoes. I kicked my own off as well. I trailed back up her long legs, taking my time, nipping at the inside of her knee which made her shiver. I filed that information away for later. Moving to the inside of her thigh elicited her first real moan; it was the first of many that night. I slipped my fingers under the hem of her underwear, kissing the front of them; her breath hitched and I smiled against her. Her hips rose slightly and I pulled her underwear down, using my teeth on her hip on my way back up her body. She leaned up on her elbows, one leg around me as I unfastened her bra. That too, landed somewhere on the floor. I ran my hands over her with no more barriers between her heated skin and my fingers. She fell back onto the bed and reached for the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them as low as she could. Reluctantly, I stopped touching her, just long enough to remove them and my underwear.

I moved on top of her again and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me; she was so incredibly warm, and so soft. I could feel myself at her entrance and I pulled back slightly to look at her, my gentleman side battling it's way through. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me back down, her mouth at my ear. Her voice was deep and sexy as hell, "please," was all she said. I moved in her and gave us both a second to get used to the feeling.

Looking at her made me feel like I'd found something I didn't know I'd lost.

We moved together fluidly, one sound of pleasure continuing on to the next until we couldn't take it anymore. Her hands were in my hair again as she let go, her back arching against me, her eyes fluttering closed. That was all it took for me; I pressed my face into the crook of her neck, my body tightening around her. I moaned her name quietly into her skin, unable to do anything else. Slowly, we relaxed, coming back down to earth.

I let out a pent up breath, "that was…" I trailed off, my mind still not properly functioning.

"Amazing," she finished.

We lay there for a while; Edward had moved beside me, skimming his fingers up and down a path from my neck to my hip. After I don't know how long, we moved under the covers. I snuggled up as close as I could, resting my head on him, his arm around my shoulders. It didn't take long for us to fall asleep.

Some time during the night I woke up; I could feel Edward's eyes on me in the darkness. He kissed my forehead, "did I wake you up?"

"No," I kissed a spot on his chest, my fingers grazing over his neck idly. I bit my lip as an idea occurred to me. I kept brushing my fingertips back and forth over him, every few passes moving lower, waiting to see how long it would take him to do something. By the time I was at his stomach, I could feel his muscles beginning to tighten under my hand. Edward's lips were at my hairline, his breath quickening. I grinned and kept going. I traced either hipbone, moving across from one side to the other. I didn't know where my brazenness was coming from, but I was too gone to care. Edward moved his free arm above the covers; his fingers gripping the bedspread tightly. I moved lower, barely touching him. He made a growling sound in his throat.

"Bella."

I looked up at him and bit my lip again. By the time I knew what was happening, he'd grabbed me and set me on top of him.

His lips were parted, his expression intense. "You're insatiable," he said, grinning crookedly until I started rocking slowly above him. He tilted his head back, his hands going to my waist.

If it was possible, the second time was even better than the first.

Even with the jet lag, I was awake before Edward. He was on his stomach facing me, the white sheet pushed down just below his hips. He had both arms up, one resting under the pillow, the other on top of it; his lips were slightly parted and almost too tempting to resist. I didn't know where the bedspread was. It was too dark in the bedroom to really tell what time it was, but other than an idle curiosity; I didn't care that much. I turned to lie on my back and noticed light streaming in from another room. I also saw a corner of the bedspread peeking out from around the foot of the bed.

Waiting for Edward to wake up, I stretched and went over the night before. It was hands down the best sex I'd ever had. Everything about us fit; I almost felt like he could anticipate what I wanted. It goes without saying that he gave freely and with great fervor.

I was so busy reliving the night before that I hadn't realized Edward had woken up. He smiled crookedly and reached for me. "Hey," he covered us both in the sheet, pulling it over our heads. His kisses covered my neck, moving downward. His fingers at my waist tickled and I laughed lightly. He stopped to look at me, a boyish grin on his face.

"You're insatiable," I smiled.

"I thought we established last night who the ravenous one was." He had moved his mouth to the inside of my right knee and my breath caught in my throat.

My phone rang.

"Dammit," he muttered against my leg. He sat up, the blanket coming to rest near his waist.

We both looked around; neither of us could remember where my purse had gone. Edward stood up, much to my enjoyment, and found it in the hallway. He got back into bed and handed it to me; I reached in and grabbed my phone to answer it. Edward pushed me back down on the bed. "Hello," I said, getting distracted by a warm pair of hands moving down my legs.

"I take it somebody had a good time last night?" Alice said; I could hear the smile in her voice.

I felt Edward's tongue on the inside of my thigh and I inhaled sharply. "Hi, what's up?" I tried lamely to push Edward's face away, not really trying.

Alice laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I knocked on your door this morning and nobody answered."

Edward nipped at my hips and I raised them involuntarily. He pushed them down; I felt his tongue dart out to taste me. I couldn't hide the small sound I made.

"So, anyway," Alice continued, apparently oblivious, "I'm calling to invite you two to lunch." I could hear street noise in the back ground.

It was like Edward had forgotten I was on the phone. I arched my back, trying in vain to move out of his reach so I could concentrate. "Uh yeah…what time?" My voice caught and I had to clamp my mouth shut; he was too good at this. He put a hand under my leg, pushing it up a few inches. I twisted the sheet in my fingers.

"Is one ok? Unless you're…busy." I had a feeling she was catching on.

"What time is it?" I said quickly.

"Eleven. So, is Pastis alright?" I heard her hailing a cab.

"Yeah."

We said goodbye and I dropped my phone on the floor. I wrapped my fingers in Edward's hair and pulled him up to eye level; he had a huge grin on his face. "So, what are we doing today?" He asked innocently.

"One, Pastis."

He pulled the sheet back over us, "plenty of time."

I had to agree.