Passion

Her lips tasted of Vaseline and Starmix Haribos. They drew away for only a breath before their mouths met again, this time more confident. Boldly, their tongues brushed together and the feel of the soft wet flesh made Edward swallow Bella's sighing moan. That was what marked another change.

They were no longer childhood acquaintances.

The sound sizzled through both of them, shedding the skins that had coated them before. It was a greedy sound, pushing them to kiss the way they wanted to kiss.

He clawed ineffectually at her school jumper and she pushed his blazer off his shoulders, so it fell onto the floor with a soft thlump, finger's tracing the seams of his waistcoat. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her up on top of the keyboard wordlessly guiding her feet to rest on the piano stool, Rachmaninoff falling to the floor in fluttered sheets.

They had to part, so Edward could pull the woollen navy blue jumper off Bella. They crashed together again, Edward kissing the fiery flesh of her neck as he nestled between her nylon-covered legs, his hands hastily untucking her school shirt so he could reach the soft hot babyish flesh underneath. She gasped at his cool fingers working their way up her back and along her sternum as he unbuttoned the white shirt. He swallowed that too as he moved his mouth to hers again and gently bit down on her bottom lip, tickling the bones of her spine. She broke away so that she could trail her lips across his jaw and up to his ear lobe, biting it delicately between her teeth.

With a fumbling carelessness, she ripped the waistcoat open, buttons popping and reached for the waistband of his slate grey trousers, flicking the button open and reaching in. He hissed when she finally wrapped her small hot hand around him, stroking up and down until he was trembling. While she was preoccupied, he deftly unhooked the bra and slid it down enough so that one blushing pink nipple became free before he clasped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, tossing her head back to let out the gush of air, face flushed with the combined heat of the music rooms and the feel of Edward's skin rubbing against her own. His hands snaked up her thighs, found the waistband for her tights and pulled them roughly down, tearing the nylon. With a slower fervour, his fingers brushed against her wet sex. Her hands spasmed and she cried out a soft groan while pulling on his damp hair.

And at last, they were strangers; crossing a point neither of them thought they would reach.

It didn't matter that they could get caught. That Edward could lose his status as Head Boy and that Bella could be expelled. They were both too self-less to care.

The act itself was easy. He moved the knickers to the side and she clasped her hands behind his head as their foreheads met together, eyes locked to one another. He released his sex from his trousers and they did not break eye contact as he guided himself into her.

She gasped, biting her lip until she tasted the iron, but never tearing away from him.

They were frozen for what could have been days, hours, minutes, seconds. His name, his given name, floated from her lips and he brushed an escaped curl from her cheek. He loved the sound of his name from her mouth and said hers back, the word taking on a new meaning for him.

"I love you," she whispered, her breath hitching on the second word.

The world shifted, but he had a feeling this was the thing he already knew, "I love you."

They began to make love against the piano. The muffled silence of the music practise room allowed them to get lost, to be in peace. His hands were braced on either side of her head against the piano, as she held onto his neck. She felt the pressure build and knew he felt it too. She peppered his lips with kisses, humming against his chapped hot skin. His chest rumbled in echo.

He was getting close to toppling into the unknown when she stiffened imperceptibly, pulling away as far as the piano would allow, her head turned towards the door.

"Someone's there!" she hissed, her body taught. He frowned but then heard it, the tell tale creak from the door and the torrid gasps of someone eavesdropping. He turned back to Bella, whose eyes were glittered with fury, tracing a finger from her brow down to her cheek. She kissed him then, and he tasted the blood. Determined to finish what he started he gave one last thrust, capturing Bella's surprised moan at the sparks of pleasure it brought.

"Edward?"

His name was gasped and Bella stiffened, breaking her mouth from him. She looked down, her cheeks flushed and he watched a bead of sweat shimmer on her collarbone. He silently pulled out of her, instantly missing her heat while carefully covering her body from view. She buttoned up her shirt quickly, clipped the bra into place, and pulling her ruined tights up with trembling fingers before she finally slid daintily to the floor, her school shoes clunking onto the wood as they dropped down from the piano stool. With an efficiency that startled him, she gathered up her music, jumper and coat and exited the practise room without another word exchanged between him, her footfalls echoing down the corridor. He stood straight, pushed his hair back before picking up his blazer and tossed it over his shoulder, pushing past the intruder without another word.