Disclaimer: All original Twilight characters belong to S. Meyer. I however, own the one-shot this is based on, "White Carpet and Wall Sconces"

A/N: Mucho thanks to Adrena for editing and helping me along and making this chapter absolutely flawless.

Bella's Point of View

The drive back through Seattle was just as quiet and awkward as it was earlier in the morning. Edward's hands were white on the steering wheel and he never took his eyes off the road, even for a second. When I asked if he was alright he snapped at me about the roads being slippery. I hadn't thought they looked too bad, but I shrugged and settled back in the leather seat for the rest of the ride. We were pulling onto his street before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry for snapping" he apologized. "Winter driving makes me nervous."

"Did you not drive in snow before you came here?

"I'm from Chicago; of course I drove in snow." He pulled in the driveway behind a little, white BMW. "I just don't like winter driving." He pulled the emergency brake and cut the engine. I stepped out before he could come to my rescue, and made it to the door without breaking my neck.

"Bella! You made it!" A tiny, black haired woman rushed out the door towards us looking frazzled.
"You guys are earlier than I thought you'd be." She glared at Edward and I'm sure if looks could kill he'd be dead on the front step.

"Bella's roommate...was being rather vocal, so I brought her here for dinner. We can order Chinese or something." He pushed past his tiny sister into the house, pulling me behind him. I could have sworn I saw Alice smile briefly before shutting the door and heading back to the kitchen.

"Of course not. There's spaghetti."

"Alice likes to cook," he whispered in my ear, hanging up my coat and taking my hand. 'We'd better humour her and eat it.'

I grinned up at him. "I live mostly on pizza pockets. I'm perfectly happy to eat her spaghetti." Edward patted my head lightly and lead me into the kitchen where Alice, and a tall, blonde guy who I recognized only by looks, from the odd frat party Jessica dragged me to, were talking. He was sitting on a stool by the island, spinning lettuce, a dazed look in his eyes.

"Bella!" Alice bounced back over again, taking my hand and sitting me down at the table. "Do you want a drink? Wine? Yeah?" She hopped back over and poured four glasses of red wine, not bothering to wait for an answer. "You spent the day with Edward, you'll need this" she said, placing the glass in front of me. "This is Jasper" she continued, pointing at the blonde guy, now draining the lettuce.
"Delta Tau Delta" I said, looking at him and nodded in his direction, taking a sip of my wine. I knew I knew him. Jessica had definitely talked about Jasper before.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Alice gave me a wary look.

"Jessica's my roommate, remember?" I took another sip of wine and smiled as Edward sat down opposite me. "She seems to know everyone."

Jasper laughed a throaty laugh in response. "That's one way of putting it. He tossed the salad and took it to the table. "Emmett and Rose are coming later" he said to Edward.

"Who's Rose?" I asked, as I pulled salad onto my plate. Alice and Jasper had sat down in the two remaining chairs.

"Emmett's girlfriend" Alice replied, stabbing a red pepper and popping it into her mouth. "He has to be really nice to her right now. Things are a little…shall we say…tender" She gave Edward a wide eyed look. If I thought Edward could shoot his eyebrows to his hair line, he had nothing on Alice. They practically had a life of their own. "Oh, and Edward" she looked in his direction pointedly, "She's bringing her friends tonight. Just so you're warned."

Edward's jaw tensed, I could practically hear him gritting his teeth, but his eyes were alight with curiosity.

"What's wrong?" I put my wine glass down and watched him carefully. The emotions running over his face didn't make sense. Did he and these friends of Rose's have some sort of history?

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. He rolled his spaghetti around his fork and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully.

"You two can go upstairs," Alice said at the end of the meal, after a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. "We'll clean up." She practically snatched my plate out from under my nose, and refilled my wine glass. "Take this with you," she told me, placing the stem in my hand and pointing toward the stairs. I gave her a fleeting look, and she smiled tightly before turning back to the table. Edward led me up the stairs and down the hall.

What I saw when he opened the door and flicked on the lights startled me a bit, but as I gave it more and more thought, I realized that it really wasn't so much a surprise at all. Posters of bikini clad women adorned the walls. Magazines were piled on shelves and surfaces. They all looked to be in mint condition. He had the typical blue plaid bedspread that every male under the age of thirty seemed to have a version of, and it was twisted and left in a lump at the end of the bed where he'd probably kicked it in his hurry to rise that morning. The desk under the window looked a lot like mine, papers scattered and piled in no real order, textbooks overlapping, bindings peeling, and there was a very expensive looking electric keyboard in the corner.

"It's kind of messy," he admitted. "But I did do laundry."

I laughed out loud and moved further into the room. "Interesting décor," I joked, gesturing to the posters. He blushed deeply.

"Should have taken those down, I guess." He moved to the wall and pulled a corner of one of the busty blondes on his wall.

"Oh! No! Don't change things like that for me." I pulled his hand away from the poster and he slowly turned to face me. The way he looked at me made me forget where we were. I felt like two eyeballs staring up at him. My body didn't even feel like it was there anymore, like I was going to fall but never actually hit the ground.

"You okay Bella?" He sounded confused. Thud! Oh right, I'm more than eyeballs. He reached out and stroked down my cheek lightly. Definitely more than eyeballs. His hands crawled down and settled on my hips, massaging tiny circles into the bone. Oh so much more than eyeballs.

"Mmhmm," I hummed, looking up at him with longing in my eyes. There was a bed behind us, a stereo against the wall (to drown out the extremely loud noises I was going to make if I got my way) and a lock on the door. All the makings of a good time. And we still had a couple of hours before anyone showed up for the party. Not that the party would stop me…hell it didn't the last time. "Edward" I said sweetly, still looking in his eyes and winding my arms around his neck.

"Yes Bella?" His voice was raspy. I leaned into him. Why was I seducing Edward Cullen? Shouldn't it be the other way around? My face was less than an inch from his. I could feel his breathing speed up.

"I'm bored," I whispered, and crashed my lips to his with even more passion than I had in the library. He ran his hands behind my back and pulled me to him, raising my feet off the floor and deepening the kiss.

"We wouldn't want that," he murmured, pulling back and smiling that dazzling crooked smile that I was starting to look forward to seeing. I settled my head on his shoulder, nuzzling to get closer and placed a kiss on his throat. I felt his lips on my hair, and it rustled a little with his breath.

"What're we doing?" I kissed his throat again and threaded my fingers into his hair. He held me tighter and kissed the top of my head. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I'd take it.

"I'm not too sure," he whispered back. "But I like it." He kissed me again and I felt like he was devouring me. A simple kiss made me yearn for more. A simple kiss was beautifully arousing. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him back with as much passion as I could muster. This was a nice kiss. It wasn't rushed. It said that we could take as much time as we wanted. He lay me down on the bed and hovered over me, brushing my hair from my eyes and kissing both of my cheek bones. "Thank you," he murmured, looking deep into my eyes. I felt like I was the only person in the whole world.

"For what?" I ran my fingers down his back, memorizing all of the muscles.

"Today." He captured my lips once more with his, delving his tongue into my mouth and fighting mine, only for a moment. "I don't think I've ever had that much fun at the library."

I pushed him away and looked at him, squinting my eyes and licking my lips. "The famous Edward Cullen's never done it in a library?"

"The famous Edward Cullen's never done it with you in a library," he corrected me. I took a moment to consider what those words meant. Was he just being nice? Was he insinuating that I was somehow better than every other girl he'd ever done? I highly doubted that. Was he somehow saying that what we had was "special"? I shook my head. I didn't want to go there. Going there would mean getting hurt later on. He was being nice. I felt his teeth graze the skin on my neck. He was being very nice.

"Maybe if you stick around, you could get the chance," I whispered seductively in his ear. "Though here will do for now." My fingers twisted around the button on his shirt and I plucked one from the hole.

"Now?" His voice sounded nervous, scared even, but he sucked on the lobe of my ear none the less.

"Mmm, yes. Now." I moaned, sliding another button through its hole as his hands played down my sides and cupped under my bottom. He squeezed, and my body jumped at the sensation. "Right fucking now," I whispered, kissing the skin I'd exposed and moving quickly on to the next button.

Inch by beautiful inch of his exquisite body was being displayed for me. This time it wasn't rushed, it wasn't like the last time where it was frantic and heat filled and hormone driven and disconnected. This time it was slow, and heat filled and hormone driven and oh so very connected. It was like he knew exactly what to do to drive me absolutely crazy and he was going to take his sweet time doing it. There was nothing frantic about his movements. They were slow and calculated, soft and gentle.

His fingers crept under my sweater and inched it up over my stomach, kissing each piece of skin delicately, nipping here and there, causing me to arch my back and gasp. He was going to drive me over the edge of insanity.

I let my hands trace the lines on his back and shoulders. They were so sculpted and smooth, and hard and soft all at the same time. I leaned up and kissed along his collar bone, sucking hard at the more raised areas, and earning myself a throaty moan on his behalf. That was possibly the best sound in my world. It was a sound I wanted to hear over and over again.

He sat me up and pulled my shirt over my head. In turn I slid his off his shoulders and pulled him to me, wrapping myself around him, trying to get as close as possible. My lips showered him in kisses; his shoulders, his neck, his face, and he returned them back to me. My skin tingled at the contact.

"Incredible," he whispered, running his nose along my jaw and tangling his long fingers in my hair. My lips found his and molded around them, biting and sucking his lower lip, causing him to groan once again, sending shivers down my spine. His hands found the clasp of my bra and unhooked it, letting it fall from my body before latching his mouth to one hardened nipple and biting gently. My back arched violently and I threw my head back, gasping for air.

"Oh! My God!" I cried out, gripping the sheets between my fingers. He pulled away and stood up. "What are you doing?" My body was going crazy with need and he was leaving? I stood up and followed him.

"Stereo. Calm down. Do you want Alice to hear us?" He flashed me a mischievous grin and pressed some buttons on the ornate system. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his back, his shoulders; I reached up and kissed his neck.

"Good plan," I whispered. "Now, back to bed." I pulled him back over and lay down. He pushed me over on my side and lay behind me, cradling me against his strong, firm chest, wrapping his arms around me, fondling my breasts softly, slowly, gently, and his lips playing havoc on my neck. The music, that I didn't recognize, erupted from the speakers, but I barely heard it. I had been waiting for this all week. I wanted him all for myself whenever I wanted him. I didn't want anyone else to have him. And that was a very bad way to think when it came to Edward Cullen.

"Is this okay?" His voice was soft and he pulled me closer, rocking me gently against his arousal. I sighed contentedly and ground back against him. This was different. I loved how tender this new side of Edward Cullen was. The slow, sensual side. But I didn't really understand the sudden change.

He placed a kiss between my shoulder blades and his hands went to the button on my pants. "You're ready for this?" Um, hello! I practically jumped you in the library. Perhaps I've been ready for this all day.

I settled for nodding and ducking my head to kiss his arm, while he went to work on my pants. As his hands grazed over the bare skin of my stomach my muscles contracted rapidly. I felt myself flood with desire. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me and never ever stop. I groaned loudly and ground my arousal into his.

"Patience Bella Swan," he murmured into my skin as he maneuvered us so I was on my back and he was away from me again. I reached my arm out, feeling frantically for him, grasping my hand around his wrist. He chuckled and moved to slide my pants down my legs, slowly kissing and licking my thighs as he went. I let out a tiny squeal of frustration and grabbed onto his hair roughly. I was obviously having difficulty with the soft and sensual session we were having. "Patience," his soft, soothing voice said again. I loosened my grip on his hair and relaxed back again. He moved his face up again and blew on my dampened panties. I jumped instinctually. "You are ready" he smiled.

"So ready," I whispered, my voice hardly audible over the music he'd put on. "Please," I pleaded, stroking his face as he moved closer to mine, kissing me sweetly on the lips.

"Please what?" He sounded rough and strained. I felt the hardness pressing into my stomach and smiled.

"Do something, anything." I heard the pleading tone in my voice. I clutched his shoulders and pulled myself to him, placing a searing kiss on his mouth. The way he tasted made my head swim. The way his hands felt on my body made me giddy. I wanted him. I needed him.

"Like this?" He ran one finger down my still clothed slit and I shuddered and groaned.

"Yeah," I gasped out, biting my lip. He tucked a finger inside and stroked lightly again.

"Or this?" He pressed into my swollen nub and I felt my muscles contract on contact. I nodded, still twisting my lip in my teeth. My eyes were closed and I could feel my chest rising and falling with my heavy breaths, but I had no real recollection of breathing.

"Oh, Edward," I breathed, arching my back and pressing into the contact. His thumbs hooked into the waist band of my panties and he pulled them smoothly off. How he did it, I wasn't sure, and I wasn't asking.

"I love when you say my name" he whispered in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. One hand cupped my breast, squeezing and kneading, while his mouth went to the other, licking and suckling and biting softly on the fleshy parts.

"Edward," I gasped, slightly louder this time. My hips bucked and he moaned. The vibrations causing me to shake violently. I didn't realize that so little contact could feel so good. "You still have pants on," I gasped, moving my hands to his belt and slowly unbuckled it, having trouble thanks to our position.

"I don't care." He pressed his fingers into my heat and I writhed beneath him.

"Ah! Wow. Okay! Edward. Pants!" I couldn't make my hips stop moving as he stroked, up and down, slowly applying more pressure, and then taking it away, leaving me starving for more.

"Patience, Bella Swan," he said again, running his free thumb over my already painfully erect nipples, and causing me to arch my back dangerously. I whimpered. I was done with being patient. His mouth was on mine again, biting, sucking, begging me for entrance, and of course I obliged, slipping my hands into his hair once more and anchoring myself securely to him.

"Please," I cried out as he slid a finger into my heat and stroked gently. "More" I begged, more quietly, moving my hips to the tempo he'd already set. His skilled finger slid slowly in and out of my wetness and I pressed my hips to meet him every time. I could feel the delicious pain start to twist through my body. "Please…Edward," I whispered into his ear, and he groaned that delectable groan that I wanted to hear over and over. He added a second finger and pumped harder, his other hand moving from my breast to slowly caress my face, his thumb rubbing back and forth under my eyes.

"Bella, look at me," his gravelly voice whispered next to my ear. I forced my eyes open, and there, looking at me, was positively the most beautiful image I'd ever seen. His green eyes were darkened with lust but his face was relaxed, his mouth was parted ever so slightly and he was breathing heavily. His hair was flattened on one side and completely mussed on the other, the front falling slightly in his face. It was the first time I'd seen his face look entirely at ease. He smiled slightly and pressed his lips to my forehead as his hands moved faster, setting a blinding pace, circling my swollen nub with his thumb and causing me to cry out and contract on his fingers. "Good girl," he cooed, kissing the end of my nose. "Let go." He pressed his thumb against me harder and my legs started to tremble. "There." he murmured, kissing my lips. "Almost there." I'd never been talked through my orgasm before, but I loved it. I wanted to hear his voice over and over again. I didn't care if he read me the grocery list; I just needed to hear him.

"Edward!" I gasped again, feeling the tightening, tingling between my shoulder blades. He kissed my lips softly again as the tingling crawled further down my back. His free hand swept my hair from my overheated face, while he kept his eyes locked on mine.

"I think you need to cum now, Bella." His voice was soft and he never took his eyes from me as my body started to tremble uncontrollably beneath him. His fingers plunged deeper again and curved in. In and out, in and out he plunged, and I pressed my body into the bed as I felt the feeling of release come closer. I was so close I could taste it. I threw my head back, still holding his gaze beneath heavy lids, and then everything exploded.

"Oh God. Edward," I gasped out. His hand played in my hair as he lowered his body to mine slowly, covering me with himself as I rode out every wave of pleasure coursing through my entire being. I moaned loudly as it gradually subsided and I relaxed, spent against the mattress. "Wow," I murmured, pulling him close to me and kissing his shoulder softly. He smiled and kissed my forehead. I slowly moved for the buckle on his belt, pulling it free of the loops and unbuttoning his jeans. "I thought rough Edward was good, but that was…mind-blowing," I admitted as I eased his jeans and boxers over his hardness.

"Ah! Glad, you…Bella!" His roughened voice was barely above a whisper as I wrapped my hands around him and kissed the tip.

"Yes Edward?" I licked slowly down the side, and then pumped with my hand while I kissed from his hip bone to the center.

He didn't answer. He just took my shoulders in his strong hands and turned me over, situating himself at my entrance. "I want to do this," he finally said, brushing my hair from my face once more before gently gripping my hips in his long fingers and pressing into me slowly. I reveled in the completeness as he sunk in to the hilt and kissed me full on the mouth, pressing his tongue to my lips and gaining entrance. I moaned and he shuddered above me. "You're gorgeous," he murmured against my lips, slowly pulling out and thrusting just as slowly back in. I reached a hand up to cup his cheek and ran my thumb over his full lips.

"Incredible." I used his word. It was truly the only thing that fit. If I could look into those eyes forever I honestly believed I could be happy. And I wasn't letting anything change my mind about that at this precise moment. At this precise moment his past didn't matter and neither did mine. We were two people completely in tune with only each other. It didn't matter that he was Edward Cullen and I was Bella Swan, it only mattered that we were both here and we were both the only people in this little world. He thrust in again, slightly harder, and I matched his pace, pushing my hips to his, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer, wrapping my arms around him, feeling every inch of him against me. He was so warm and inviting, and he smelled so wonderful and I wanted to stay like this forever. He began to thrust faster and I knew he must be sensing release. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. He changed the angle slightly, arching his back and pulling me with him and he thrust hard again. "Ah!" I cried, pressing myself harder to him. That was the spot. "There! Oh Edward, oh!" He hit it again and I tensed, squirming under the pressure that was building. He moaned loudly and I bit my lip, making a tiny squealing deep in my throat.

"Bella," he groaned, pressing deeper into me and wrapping me in his strong arms. His thrusts became shallower and faster and my body was jostling with the action. "I'm close," he grunted, pushing into me again, his face contorted in concentration and pleasure. I felt the tingling start again and I pushed my hips harder to his, grinding us together, hurrying it along.

"Me too," I gasped out, running my fingers into his bronze locks and gripping tightly. He thrust again and I felt my body tighten, the shivering moving quickly to where I wanted it to go. "Oooh!" I moaned, and caught his lips in a deep kiss. I heard him moan and felt the vibration shock through my body, signaling the end. My body contracted and my back arched. He pumped into me once more and I felt his body stiffen, his shoulders trembled and he let out a low, guttural groan, bucking his hips to mine once more before relaxing his body on mine and letting me feel his whole weight. We were both panting, and I gently stroked his hair, kissing his face and admiring the beautiful face in front of me, completely relaxed, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly, corners turned up ever so slightly.

He murmured something I didn't quite hear and rolled off of me, pulling me to his chest and kissing my forehead.

"Pardon?" I asked, hoping to hear what he said.

"I said I could stay here…" his voice drifted off but he refused to finish his sentence and he just furrowed his brow, looking unsure. "I don't want to go to that party."

I snuggled closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Me neither."