Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn. I do not own Edward Cullen or Bella Swan or any other characters you may recognize from the series. I do however own the one-shot this is based on entitled 'White Carpet and Wall Sconces'.

Edward's Point of View
It was almost dark by the time I finally made it home, not that that was strange. It was always dark early in January in Seattle. What was strange was the number of lights on in my house. The living room was lit up, and the kitchen, and there were lights on in most of the upstairs rooms. Mine being the exception. Strange. And there was a car in the drive way. There were actually a couple of cars in the driveway. Emmett's Jeep was parked in front of the garage, and behind it a little, red convertible. Beside the Jeep was Alice's three series Beamer that our parent's had bought her as a graduation gift. That was the deal with our parents, graduate on honour roll and get a new car. Behind her car was Jasper's black Corolla. And parked along the curb was a very shiny, brand new, Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder. I almost drooled. I'd looked at them, before my parents bought me the Volvo. It was beautiful, and a very reasonably priced convertible. I pulled in behind it and walked past it, dragging my fingers along it. I wondered how fast it went. How quickly it accelerated. I needed to know how it handled. I needed to drive this car.

As I walked toward the house, I began to wonder who drove it. Who it could possibly belong to.
I headed for the house, in a much better mood than I'd been in, in quite a while. Bella Swan was willing to go on a ferry with me. Maybe we could have hot, ferry sex. I saw her face in my mind, the night on the board walk, the way it had darkened when I'd suggested another go. I saw her hair flip as she walked away, and I felt my heart sink, just like it had that night. And I knew that if I didn't want the cold, hard feeling of disappointment, that I'd better let her set some sort of pace. I grimaced to myself. I'd never been known for my patience.

I reached the door and swung it open. I heard voices in the living room, the voices of Emmett and Alice and Jasper, and a girl, whose voice I didn't recognize. I knew the red car belonged to Rosalie, so the voice I didn't recognize must own the Spyder. I listened closely, and realized there was another female voice as well, another one I didn't recognize. I needed to check this out.

"Hi Edward!" Alice waved to me from the couch, pulling herself out of the conversation momentarily.

"Good day?" I made a bee line for her and stood behind her so that my mouth was close to her ear and I didn't interrupt.

"Yeah, pretty good. Made some…you know…progress" I muttered. She smiled radiantly.

"I knew you could do it."

I looked up and around the room to take in the company. Jasper sat beside Alice, arm around her shoulders looking smug but somehow managing not to talk about beer or frat parties or soccer. It seemed they were discussing cars. And Emmett was having his opinion made very clear. Rosalie was sitting beside him on the smaller couch. She must have still been really pissed off because she wasn't touching him, and she looked sulky. Usually Rose was right in there, discussing engines and horsepower. She knew more about cars than anyone gave her credit for. She was unusually quiet tonight.

Beside Alice, on the end of the big couch was a petite blonde with long, silky hair. Not quite as light as Rosalie's, but still as eye catching. She was very curvy with a voluptuous chest and a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. And across from the blonde, and Alice and Jasper, was another girl, or woman may have been the better word. She had strawberry blonde hair, cut into a short, angular bob, and she looked up at me and smiled. She had wide grey eyes and a gorgeous full mouth. She was wonderfully proportioned, with curves in all the right places and long, shapely legs.

"Oh sorry" Rose's voice broke through the conversation. "I don't think we've introduced everyone. This is Emmett and Alice's brother, Edward. Edward, these are my friends Kate and Tanya." She indicated that Kate was the curvy, blonde on Alice's right, and Tanya was the goddess sitting in my recliner. I nodded, for the second time that day, afraid that if I spoke I would sound like a pre-pubescent boy.

A part of my brain was screaming at me. Bella Swan! She agreed to go on a ferry ride with you, you idiot! The other part of my brain, the part of my brain that controlled the head below my belt was screaming too. Smokin' body, two o'clock! I gulped and knelt behind the chair by Alice's head, and winked at Tanya. She winked back.

I excused myself from the group. I didn't need to be more tempted than I already was, and I did need to get a start on the pile of homework I had. As much as I wanted Tanya, spread eagled on my bed, I knew that if she were there visiting Rosalie, that it probably wasn't going to happen.
I heard tiny, light foot steps behind me and knew Alice had followed me upstairs. She stood in my door way looking at me nervously. "Edward?" Her voice almost squeaked. I wondered why she sounded so scared.

"What's up Al? Are you okay?" I beckoned her into my room and she shut the door.

"Edward, please don't." Her voice was quiet, and I had no idea what she was talking about. She picked up a pair of boxers off the back of the chair, tentatively between two fingers. "You need to do laundry."

"I know" I said with a nod of agreement.

"But in all seriousness, don't."

I had no idea what she was talking about. "Don't what Al? I was going to do my homework."

Her jaw dropped. "Well please do your homework, but Edward…" She bit her lip and fidgeted with her fingers. "Don't do what you want to do with Tanya. Please." Her eyes were pleading, wide and worried.

"Alice, you always think the worst of me." I smiled at her. What a silly sister. Did she not realize the reason I came upstairs? Tanya was hot, gorgeous, smokin', but she wasn't really my type. I told Alice as much and she smirked.

"Edward, girl is your type." Stupid little sister knows me way too well. I grunted and attempted to dig some text books out from under the mess.

Alice walked over to my keyboard in the corner and ran her fingers over the white keys. She stopped and peered at her finger tips. She blew the dust from them. "When was the last time you played?"

I glared at her. I hadn't played any music in a very long time…not since…well I didn't want to think about that right now. I never wanted to think about it again. I growled at her. "I'll play again when I have a reason"

Bella's Point of View

Saturday. I looked at the calendar. Saturday. February second. February. A whole month into second semester. February. Grey, dreary February. Saturday. Grey, dreary Saturday spent on a cold ferry to Bainbridge Island with the oh so confusing, oh so delectable Edward Cullen.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about him. Everything I'd heard did not match up with what I'd seen recently. But then again, I was pretty sure guys like him were good actors, good at getting what they wanted. The question was, what did he want? It seemed like he wanted me, but how was that even possible? Bella Swan, studious, no nonsense, locks myself in my room and sleeps on my desk, Bella Swan, did not date bad boy Edward Cullen. I could fuck him on his bathroom floor for stress relief. That was fine. That was acceptable. But being seen out in public with him; that was not okay. And yet, here I was, obsessing over February second like it was the only thing that mattered. What did it mean? Was it some kind of date? Why had he brought me coffee? Sure, it wasn't extra foam, but how was he supposed to know?

I pulled myself away from my calendar and went back to the table. Homework. I needed to get a start on my homework. I picked up one of the articles and started reading. This was seriously boring. I started making notes. I wasn't even sure what the article was about. My mind kept wandering back to Edward Cullen's strange behaviour in my apartment. What did he want from me? Why did he want it? Did he even know for sure?

He was probably one of the best looking guys I'd ever seen. Unfortunately his personality didn't match his looks. At least that's what I'd heard. But he'd seemed perfectly sweet, not to mention nervous earlier in the day. Why would Edward Cullen be nervous around me?

The intensity of the way he looked at me was almost scary. His eyes were piercing, but his words were gentle and unsure. Nothing matched. How could someone be so many things all at once? Edward Cullen stole canoes. He drank hard liquor, and he had sex with anything with boobs. (Okay, so maybe there were more guidelines than just boobs, but there couldn't be too many more). Everyone knew that if you slept with Edward Cullen, not to expect a call back. Don't even expect him to look at you the next time you passed him by. He wasn't that kind of guy.

So why on earth had he come to my apartment? Why had he stopped to talk to me in the dark and the fog at the harbour, where it would have been so easy to pass me by? Why had he brought me coffee? Why had he asked me to go on the ferry with him? Why? Why? Why? Did he hate me so much that he thought he'd torture me, so there would be genuine disappointment and hurt when he didn't show up? Didn't call back. Would he show up on Saturday? Was this some sick little game he was playing? And if it was, why couldn't I find it in me to care? Why did I want to spend the time with him? Why did I find him so interesting? Had I been right before? Was there someone deeper than everyone else saw? Why was he revealing that person to me? The questions swirled around my head, overlapping each other. Should I cancel? Would that be the smart thing to do? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I needed to go with him on Saturday. Besides, he'd mentioned that Alice was having another party this weekend, and who was I to refuse hot, steamy bathroom sex with the best lay I'd had in….well really in forever. All of his experience paid off in that department that was for sure.

I looked back on the time he'd spent in my apartment. It had seemed to fly by, and yet he was probably here for a couple of hours. We'd barely said anything, yet I felt like I knew him better than I knew anyone, including Jessica. Though in fairness there was probably more to know about Edward than there was to know about Jessica. I'd spent long expanses of time just staring at him, listening to him, listening to the silence. His body language seemed so clear, and the emotions playing havoc on his flawless features kept me interested much longer than words would have. Call me crazy, (I already was) but it seemed like there was some sort of otherworldly connection that drew me to him or him to me. Or us to each other. Like magnets. Snap out of it Bella! You're short on sleep. I shook myself and quickly scanned over what I'd written. Good enough. I wasn't concentrating enough to actually do a good job on my homework. I swear to God, if my marks suffer because of stupid Edward Cullen, there will be hell to pay.

I would go to bed. I would hand in what I had finished, and I would worry about cryptic Edward Cullen in the morning. Because there had to be truth to some rumours? Right?

Edward's Point of View

I was going to do homework. I was going to think only of homework that I was so far behind on there was a chance of me flunking the semester already. I might think of Bella Swan at certain intervals, in between homework, but I was not going to think about Tanya, in her tight jeans and her low cut shirt and her…Damn it Edward, homework and Bella Swan! I shook my head. I was not going to think about Tanya and I was not going to think about….well the other thing I wasn't thinking about.

Alice was still standing by my keyboard looking confused and hurt. She had been for a while. "What kind of progress?" Her voice was the lowest whisper I'd ever heard.

I looked up at her from my desk where I was stacking magazines to make room for my actual work load. "We talked." Why was she asking so many questions? She needed to leave. I needed to do homework. She needed to do toga-boy. I needed her to stop touching my damn keyboard.

"You 'talked'?" She made air quotes when she said 'talked' and rolled her eyes. "When will you learn Edward?"

I glanced up again, only half paying attention. "No, we did just talk Al. I swear."

"Mmm" she hummed, walking to the other side of the room and pulling the closet doors shut. "What was your progress then?"

I sighed exasperatedly. "Do we need to do this Al?"

"I can't help if I'm interested in your welfare." I groaned inwardly. "Are you seeing her again?"

"Saturday" I spat. I was getting frustrated, and my mind was out of my control and it kept wandering to the hot blonde woman in my recliner. Alice's face lit up and her mouth spread into a wide grin.

"Well done. When do we get to meet her?"

I blanched. What? Meet them. My family. Is that what Bella Swan was going to expect? "You, well you…you already know her" I stammered.

Alice laughed her high, tinkling laugh and sat daintily on the edge of my bed. "You have to introduce her to us as your girlfriend."

My girlfriend! Oh my god. No. I didn't have a girlfriend. Bella Swan was not my girlfriend. She was a girl. She wasn't even my friend. I didn't do girlfriends. Edward Cullen didn't do relationships.

"She's not my girlfriend Alice. We're just taking a ferry to Bainbridge. That's all."

"So what are you intentions? If it's not a date."

I looked back at my desk, thinking hard. "Sex" I said simply.

Alice erupted in laughter. Her whole body shook. She threw her head back and giggled like I'd just said the funniest thing ever. When she finally calmed down she looked straight in my eyes. "Shut up. If you wanted sex, you'd have it. You want something else." I shook my head at her.

"Out Alice." I pointed to the door. She shook her head back, and poked her face out the door.

"Jasper!" she called. "Come up here a moment please!"

"No Alice, please no." I was whining and I knew it. I didn't want to talk to Jasper. I didn't want him involved.

"'Sup dudes?" Jasper bounded through the door and then stopped dead. "Holy shit sorry. I thought this was some sort of fun lovin' gathering. Apparently I gauged that one wrong, what's happening?" He sat himself down in my computer chair and looked back from Alice's face to mine. Alice's was twisted in a mixture of amusement and anger. Both emotions being directed at my being. My face felt blank. It must have looked blank too.

"Edward is a clueless moron" Alice spat. I didn't understand how her mood could change so abruptly.

"Took you long enough to figure that one out" Jasper joked. He shook his head like a dog, blonde hair ruffling in a way that I'm sure he found sexy. "So Edward, what've you done this time? I saw how you were checking out the Tanya chick…good eye." He winked and punched my arm. I groaned quietly.

"Exactly!" Alice burst out. "Edward asked Bella Swan out…today." She looked back at Jasper who had a goofy grin on his face. And then he seemed to realize what Alice had said and his grin turned to a frown.

"Interesting choice." Jasper sounded confused. "I mean, she's not your typical type is she?" Jasper had been around long enough to witness my antics. He'd also been around long enough to be in tune with my emotions. And he was weirdly good at reading people. Creeped me out. I shuddered at the thought. "Do you normally do this?"

"What?" Why couldn't they just leave and get their togas on and do some dances?

"Ask girls out and then contemplate fucking another girl. All in a day's work or what?" He cupped his hands over his mouth and stage whispered "Dude, tell me your secret."

Alice smacked him. "Be serious." He chuckled at her. He had to be a very patient person to put up with my sister.

"I'm just joking. Don't worry." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead lovingly. I fake gagged and Alice shot me a nasty look.

"Edward doesn't normally ask girls out at all."

Jasper whistled, low under his breath. "Baby steps" he muttered. "So what's the problem Alice? What did you need me for?"

"I need you to convince him not to fuck Tanya."

"I'm not going to do anything of the sort." I was pissed off that she was getting so involved.

I watched as Alice rolled her eyes. "Right" she scoffed.

"Allie, babe we can't make him do anything he doesn't want to do. I wouldn't suggest frigging it up with Bella Swan, but hey, it's Edward's life. He seems a little torn at the moment." He stood up and pulled Alice with him. "See you later Ed." He nodded and I cringed. I hated nick names.

Alice did not give me enough credit. Tanya was gorgeous, and physically very appealing, but I still kept going back to Bella Swan. Why, I wasn't so sure, but I couldn't get the image of Bella Swan in her yoga pants and rumpled hoodie out of my head. I couldn't forget the feel of her skin under my fingers, or the way her full lips wrapped around the lid of her coffee cup. I couldn't forget Bella Swan.

I ran my fingers through my bronze locks, pulling slightly, trying to pull myself back to reality and back to my homework. I was going to do this paper if it was the last thing I did.

Before I got more than two pages written I heard a tiny rap at my door and I raised my head, sighing quietly. "Go watch Jasper dance around in his toga" I called, assuming it was Alice. The door creaked quietly open and a long leg, stepped through. That's not Alice I thought. Instantly a blonde head followed and a very tall, very sexy woman walked across the room toward my desk. I swallowed.

"I'm not sure I'm really into togas" her smooth voice said. I watched her lips form the words.

"Sorry" I said with a crooked grin. "I thought you were Alice. I was sick of her barging in." I leaned back in my chair, hands folded behind my head. "I can obviously see that I was wrong." I winked.

"That's alright." She walked closer to me. "Edward, right?" I nodded.

"Tanya, right?" Confident Edward was back! Internally I did a little dance. Why didn't I feel this confident around Bella Swan? Bella Swan! Shit, I had a hot blonde in my bedroom.

"You're good" she said, a sultry tone to her voice. "You left, I needed to see if you were alright." She was right in front of me now, and she was running one, long index finger down my arm.

"Just fine." My voice didn't shake or anything. This was the Edward Cullen I was used to being. She sat down on my bed and I spun my chair so I was facing her, we were inches apart. She smelled like bubble gum.

"Glad to hear it." She inched closer so that our noses were practically touching. Her scent was wafting over me, almost too sweet. Bella Swan! My brain was screaming at me. I fought the spell this blonde bomb shell had over me. I didn't want to screw anything up, and Alice was usually right. If she said not to do this, she must be right.

I tried to move away but Tanya's fingers closed just above my knees. "Why did you leave?" She breathed and I was overpowered by her intoxicating aroma. Her entire presence was intoxicating. It was completely different from Bella Swan's. This was raw desire and I was fighting for control.

"I uh…" Why did I leave?

Bella Swan! Bella Swan!

I mentally shook my head.

"I could have jumped you right there." Her fingers walked their way up to the inside of my thighs and I felt my breath catch in my throat. This girl was good. I felt that familiar tightening, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. Her eyes closed, and my eyes stayed glued open, unsure what I could do. My body really, really wanted this. But my mind, my morals, which hadn't been out of the box for a very long time, were screaming that it was wrong. What had I said to Bella that night? Sometimes it's good to do bad things. Was this one of those times?

Tanya leaned closer still, pushing me back slightly and tipped her head to the side. I felt her lips meet mine lightly, and then a little more firmly, and against my better judgement, my lips kissed her back.