A/N: Okay so this is an extra long chapter to make up for the short ones you've had to deal with. I hope you enjoy, this is dedicated to: CaughtMyselfFalling - mainly because it was her idea to condense into one long chapter. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight & related items.

I put down both of our drinks and started swaying to the beat.

Allowing myself to get lost in the music, I began running my hands through my hair and over my chest. Pausing only to let the full effect of what I was doing sink in, I moved a little lower. My hands were resting on my hips, swaying, like the rest of me, to the beat of the music. The song ended and as if someone knew what my plan was, the next song that played was the exact song I needed to do this.

I took Edward's hand and pulled him close to me, I turned away, keeping my back to him, and starting to move my hips against his groin. A soft moan left his lips and I took this as my sign to keep going. I moved his hands to my hips and moved a half step back, letting only the material between his pants and my skirt stand in the way of our bodies touching.

His moan was more audible this time. I don't know if it was because it was louder than the last one or if it was because he had pulled me close to him and was currently assaulting my neck with soft kisses and heavy breathing. His sticky breath clung to me like the most seductive cologne in the world, sending me deeper down this pleasure spiral I was currently on.

I reached up behind me and grabbed a handful of his hair. He hissed at me, and his erection twitched against my ass. I smiled and decided that this should go just a little further. Slowly I brought my hands down over his, feeling the friction caused by my ass grinding into his rock hard cock was almost too much for me. But I knew I needed to make this too much for him.

I moved my hands onto my thighs, resting them where the fabric of my skirt ended. I slowly began bunching the fabric in my hands, causing my skirt to rise up higher and higher until my entire skirt was up and around my waist. Looking at us from the front you couldn't tell, but one side view and you could see my bare ass rubbing against him.

"Oh Bella. Fuck." He swore taking in the sight of my perfect ass rubbing against his manhood, causing an even bigger strain in his pants. His hands were immediately on me, groping and squeezing. Feeling those hands on my ass sent a wave a pleasure rippling through my body.

If I don't get some kind of release soon, I'm going to explode…

I dared him to be a little more adventurous and took his right hand and placed in on my inner thigh, and then I took his other hand and placed it under my shirt. Hopefully these were big enough clues as to what I wanted him to do.

He held me tight, and started to run his hand slowly up and down my thigh. I hadn't notice before but his fingers were long and nimble and with no hints of calluses or rough patches. It was the most heavenly feeling on Earth, especially when he kept creeping closer and closer to where I needed him to be. Feeling him so close, the urgency of his movements especially when he bit down on my neck causing the best pain I have ever felt to surge down my body.

I let out a deep moan and made sure he heard it, and by the confident look on his face, I knew he did. Almost forgetting about his other hand completely, I let out a little gasp when I felt a slight tug on my hard nipple. My lips parted slightly and put my hand over his, silently begging him to keep his hand there. He took his cue and continued to rub and pull on my nipple. He let out a slight growl and thrust into me. He was telling me what he wanted – no, what he needed.

I'm going to explode, it's going to happen. His hands are amazing, he's so hard already and I can't wait to feel him in me…

I took this opportunity to show him what I really wanted and moved his hand off my chest and out from under my skirt, even though the thought of his hands leaving my body made me sad, I knew that what was in store was even better.

You haven't even kissed this gorgeous man. You need to let him know what you can do with your mouth, show him… tease him…

I turned around, looking at him, staring deep in his eyes and for a moment all my primal needs and desires were gone. The need to jump on him and satisfy myself, to relieve the aching tension that was consuming my entire being, suddenly disappeared. His eyes were telling me that he wanted this just as much as I did, but there a hint of something behind the passion and the lust. Something that was preventing him from taking me and ravishing me on this dance floor in front of all these people, and suddenly I realized that there was possibility that what I wanted to happen tonight may not happened.

I took a step back, realizing that I had just successful thrown myself at the most beautiful man I have ever seen, not even considering that he may not want the same. I realized that I had just met this man less than 3 hours ago and I was already trying to fuck him.

He must think I'm a total slut. That I just sleep with all of Jasper's friends and throw myself at any man that comes my way.

The combination of the pounding bass, the alcohol and the idea of being rejected was all too much. My confidence was swiftly crushed and suddenly I felt sick. Not just mentally – physically.

Oh my god, I'm going to vomit all over him if I don't move NOW!

I pushed him out of the way and stumbled forward. Regaining my composure I began a fast paced walk to the bathroom, knocking anyone out of the way including a waitress carrying an, thankfully, empty tray. I heard it fall to the ground and her yell something but all I could focus on was getting to the bathroom and making it to a toilet.

I spied the bathroom door and full on ran, covering my mouth with my hand, I flew into the bathroom. I must have cut in front of 4 girls who all exclaimed "HEY!" as I passed them, I couldn't even tell them "Sorry it's an emergency". I burst through to the first empty stall and proceeded to throw up.

Oh great Bella, this is just what you need. You've definitely pushed him past the point of no return. You're such a sloppy drunk and you couldn't leave well enough alone. You just HAD to look in his eyes…

After what felt like an eternity of emptying the contents of my stomach, I reached in my bra and grabbed out my phone and sent Alice a text.

"In the bathroom. Just puked. Come quick. – B"

I sat there for 10 minutes before realizing that I wasn't going to puke anymore, I stood up carefully and turned to leave the stall. I unlocked the door and opened it just as Alice got into the bathroom.

"BELLA!"

She ran to my side and helped me over to the sink. I washed out my mouth and looked in the mirror. Staring back was not the sultry, sexual woman that I thought I was, but a scared little girl who looked like she was trying to be someone she wasn't. The contrast hit me so hard it took me a minute to realize that I was crying. And as soon as I realized that, I started sobbing so hard my entire body shook.

I felt Alice wrap her arms around me and stroke my hair. She was mumbling something but I wasn't paying attention.

How was I supposed to go back out there and make things okay? I couldn't even think about looking at the perfect face and saying "Oh sorry, the thought you rejecting me was too much so I had to vomit. Wanna dance?"

I let out a small chuckle and looked up at Alice.

"Thank you." I nuzzled my face into her neck and gave her a hug.

"Bella, you don't have to thank me. I'm always going to be here for you. What happened?"

"Oh Alice, I screwed it all up. I'm such a slut! We were dancing and I practically threw myself at Edward and he … well he didn't outright reject me but there was doubt in his eyes. Like he didn't want to go through with it or something" I said, wincing at the memory.

"Oh Bella, don't worry. I don't think you've screwed things up with him. He came and found Jasper and me back in the booth and was really concerned. He said you guys were dancing then all of the sudden you took off towards the bathroom and never came back. He was really worried. He just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that's when I got your text."

"He was worried about me?"

This man didn't even know me, why should he be worried about me? Had I overreacted? Maybe he was just making sure I was okay with anything before he took the next step.

"Yes, he was. Now Bella, clean up your face because I did not make you gorgeous just to have a few tears ruin my work." She said playfully as she turned me towards the mirror. I almost fell backwards with what I saw, my mascara running and my eye shadow smeared. I let out a small laugh that turned into bellowing laughter. I looked like a hot mess but it was nothing some paper towel couldn't fix.

I wiped my face and turned to Alice; she took my hand and led me outside to where the guys were waiting with two cabs. Jasper looked slightly relieved seeing me walking and not in some dire need of medical attention. Edward was running his hands through his hair, a distressed look on his face, and something about the way he stood made me wary.

Alice flocked to Jasper's side and told me that she was staying at his place tonight but to text her in the morning and we could all get breakfast. She leaned out the window and mouthed "don't worry" and I waved goodbye and headed towards the other cab, wanting to curl up into a ball and die. Not knowing what to do or say, I reached for the door handle to get in the cab.

"Bella, are you alright?" His voice, filled with concern, stopped me dead in my tracks. I turned slowly to face him, a look of complete shame and mortification overtook my face.

"Yes, I'm alright…" I said meekly, looking down at the ground like a child that had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I wanted to bad to look up into his eyes and try to see what he was feeling. I wondered if he thought I was just some college chick who couldn't hold her liquor and sexed up the closest guy to them.

He put his hand under my chin and I shivered at his touch. Slowly he lifted my chin up, not allowing me to stare at the ground like I had desperately hoped I could. Reluctantly I looked up, my gaze instantly meeting his and slightly taken aback by the intensity of his stare. It was as if he was trying to read my mind.

"Edward, I'm sor-" I started, figuring I could try to explain without, well, having to explain.

"No Bella, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push this as far as it went. I just," he ran his hand through his hair, obviously distressed about something. He sighed heavily. "I just was caught up in the moment, feeling you against me, the alcohol running through my system, the music … I just wasn't thinking."

I pulled back slightly, understanding that the look I saw in his eyes before was right, that he was rethinking his actions and that I had just thrown myself at him for no reason and he didn't feel or want what I did.

"No, it's okay. I got carried away too. I just thought" I stopped myself before saying something I knew I would regret. "Never mind what I thought, its okay Edward. Don't worry, I'm a big girl." My voice cracked slightly on the last word and traitorous tears started forming in my eyes. I tried blinking them back before turning to face the cab.

"Oh Bella. silly, sweet Bella." I jerked my head up and looked at Edward who was shaking his head slightly. I grew frustrated. I started back to turn back when I was stopped by a pair of strong hands pulling me I was mashed against Edward, he was hugging me, tightly.

"Bella, please don't cry. Beauty like yours shouldn't be masked by anything other than happiness. Please" he said, leaning his head against mine. His last "please" was whispered softly, sounding like a plea for my tears to stop.

Standing there in his arms, I finally let myself come out – the true Bella – not the make-up covered, barely covered club girl that I looked like, but the Bella that was hiding deep within. The Bella that I was trying to run away from: mousy, quiet, the Bella who would have preferred to spend the night in, watching movies and eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's. The Bella who would have never gotten up the nerve to look at, let alone talk to or do body shots with, a man as gorgeous as Edward. The tears were flowing faster than I could wipe them away.

He pulled back slightly and did the sweetest thing I've ever experienced in my life. He took his button up shirt off and placed it over my shoulders, and then he rubbed his thumbs under each of my eyes, wiping away any tears that had been there. He gently placed his lips on my forehead, barely touching me and gave me a lingering kiss. Then he looked straight into my eyes and held my gaze.

"Bella, the moment I saw you in the kitchen I knew that you were something special. Not just to the world, but to me. You were something that I hadn't realized I needed, and I started wondering how I had been able to function without knowing you. And then I knew that after I shook your hand, felt your touch, that all I wanted to do was keep that adorably goofy smile on your face." He blushed slightly and kept looking into my eyes, they looked as if they were silently pleading with me to believe every word he was saying. "I thought I screwed this all up with you on the dance floor, I just couldn't believe that I was there in that moment, dancing with the sexiest girl in the club and she wanted me to be there dancing with her. I couldn't believe it, and I guess my mind got away from me for a moment and my body took over."

I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. I opened my mouth to say something but he put a finger over my lips to stop me.

"I just couldn't do something with you that I thought you would regret in the morning. And I didn't want you to think that I was the kind of guy that just, slept with his friend's girlfriend's roommate and left in the morning without even a goodbye. And I couldn't do that to someone like you, you deserve better than that." He had a look of disappointment, but not with me, but with himself.

I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of me. I knew that it was completely inappropriate but I couldn't help it.

"Edward," I said chuckling softly. "Oh Edward, I can't believe you were thinking that. And here I was getting ready to say the same thing to you. I acted like a fool back there, that's not who I am. I'm just afraid that you've got this picture in your head of who you think I am and that nothing I could do will change that." I looked away sheepishly, I just wanted to go back and restart this night.

The cab driver honked his horn, annoyed at us taking so long to get in. We looked at each other and on impulse I said "Edward, would you like to come back to my place and talk?"

He flashed that brilliant smile, the one where one side of his mouth went slightly higher than the other making him even sexier, and nodded slowly.

"I would love nothing more." He took my hand off the door, opened it for me, waited until I was in and buckled until he shut the door and got in on the other side. I gave the cab driver directions to my place and we were off.

A/N: Ohh what'll happen next, stay tuned. Read & Review!