I wake up to the ghosting feel of pressure from a solid but cold origin. I couldn't quite place the source, but it gives me such an intense need for more. Not being a morning person, I don't want to open my eyes, and I also don't want that faint pleasure that is now teasing my neck to stop. Oh my god, this is a good way to start the morning.

I hear a deep, sexy snicker, and ah yes there is that deliciously, delicate tension again now traveling up my jawline. I smile because I am hopelessly trapped in this delectable game of morning. Time for me to wake up, and oh, what a way to do that. I carefully peer through the slits I have created between my eyelids. If this is a mere dream may I never grace conscious existence again.

Those cool, torturing lips of my undoing are now resting against my own. I feel the muffled rhythm of the owner's voice. "Bella, time for my beautiful princess to wakeup."

"Mmmmm," I moan still caught in between the cognizant state of reality and the fantasy world in my head. "I am not ready."

"Sorry my sweet, but time stops for no man or vampire," he adds.

"Just a little while longer," I nudge my nose along the frigid perimeter of Edward's perfect face.

Using delicate maneuvers, my personal deity slides me off his statuette body to lie on my back against my mattress. My still inordinately tender back flesh screams to my brain the memory of the latter day's activity with discipline. "Oooohhh," my voices catches up to the memory.

"Sorry baby," he consoles me, "you will still be a little sore today but the worse is over. Are you feeling ok otherwise?"

My frowning face may oppose the words I speak but I assure him, "My bottom is a little sensitive it seems, but my heart feels grand. I do like knowing that you truly forgive me."

Edward leans down and kisses my lips. There is no doubt yesterday is over as I comprehend growing passion in his movements. His tongue is lapping against my lower lip seeking admittance into the moist, oral cavity it protects. I am quick to give up and begin trailing along after the sinuous muscle that desires total control.

"Mine," I feel his voice quietly vibrate through my being. I am definitely his whether I want to be or not, and I most assuredly crave belonging to this venomous creature. Somehow, he has come to partly rest his faultless body between the encasement of my legs, hovering just above my chest. I desire, no I need more physical connection as I strain to grind the center of being against him. No longer is intellect playing apart in this passionate display as our bodies mold together and our hands roam everywhere.

Despite Edward's growing faith in his abilities to pursue me romantically, he still pulls back. "No, my fragile girl," he admonishes, "now is not the time. School awaits after you get ready. I will run home, take a speedy shower and change clothes, then I will drive back to get you, my little imp."

He is smiling while correctly guessing my desire to continue our journey of discovering one another. I could just let this perfect excuse for love use my body forever. Grinning, I realize that forever is exactly what I am getting once school is out.

"Edward, we can take a few more moments to enjoy each other," I huskily reply. My eyelids now hooded with that all too familiar need of lust. I swear I am going to explode into flames as my desires for him reach new heights.

"No, no little one," he smiles while pulling back. "You have a trip to make with the illustrious Lauren for decorations later today."

I roll my eyes because my make shift errand with the chatterbox was only supposed to be a diversionary tactic to allow me to sneak under Edward-radar and pay that fine. The diversion is no longer needed as the reason for the ploy has been revealed. God, I don't want to go shopping with that scattered brain teen.

I know we would have eventually had to get together because of the banquet committee, but it wouldn't have had to be today. You know that spider web is still trying to ensnare me again.

"Don't remind me," I sigh. "At least this little situation can be put to rest when I pay the fines."

"Bella," Edwards voice changes to a serious tone, "you mentioned yesterday that you were not going to let Charlie know about these traffic tickets. You know that really is not right or honest."

"What do you mean not honest," I bark, "I am not telling a lie? I am just leaving out some information that will only worry Charlie."

"You're making a lie of omission actually. Isabella, that behavior is what got you in trouble with me yesterday." Edward was using that dang stern voice on me that makes looking at the floor so much more interesting.

"Come on," I whine, "Charlie is just going to get flustered over the whole thing and try to find away to blame it on you. We have started to make some progress in this department between you two. I mean he will give a caveman groan when you walk in the room."

"That is not the point at all," Edward begins to lecture. "Do you really want him to find out from someone else? Now that Lauren is going to be a party to you taking care of things, you know she will blab it all over school." He was using air quotes to emphasize his point.

Frowning, I grumble, "I hadn't thought of that. I just knew that Port A police and Forks never talk to each other, so I knew that quickly taking care of things meant it will all go away. Surely, Lauren wouldn't rat me out." Now I am using air quotes for some reason.

"You could still let me take you girls, because I could take care of the violations really fast while you two shop," he surmises, "but that still won't take care of telling Charlie what happened. I know if my daughter got into trouble like this I would want her to tell me."

"Not like you will ever have a daughter anyway," I pout.

"Watch the attitude, little girl," he snaps. "I am not telling you what to do, but I think you know what the right thing is."

Oh no he isn't, Edward is not attempting to guilt me into telling my father. Every teen alive including him I bet, has hid something from a parent. Now, telling my mom would be no problem. Getting tickets is par for the course for her and her airhead personality. Dad, however, is the chief of police and I was not paying attention to traffic laws.

Making the most irate face I can muster I look at my Adonis knowing that as much as I want to keep my mouth shut, I will be telling my dad about my drive to Port Angelese. It is not like he will ground me from anything because I don't go anywhere but the Cullen's house. He will mostly mutter his disappoint which is going to make me feel horrible. I don't like to disappoint people especially my dad. He really is a good guy.

Edward rests my head on the palms of his pale hands. Softly, he strokes my cheeks while never taking his eyes off mine. This sucks big times because how can I disappoint this man that means more than life to me. Why of all the vamps in the world do I get the one that insists on moral integrity.

A hopeless smile graces my facial features as I realize that his attention to doing what is right is one of many things I adore about this GQ man of mine. I sigh as it becomes apparent that I am sunk. I also see that my fiance would make an incredible father not that I ever really considered having children someday. I mean with Renee being my mom sometimes I feel I have already had my experience with children.

"I got to go so you can get ready and talk to your dad," he says. He tenderly runs his cheek against mine in a loving gesture. "I can hear that he is up."

"Yeah," I reply while still caught up in my own thoughts, "I think he is going fishing with Harry Clearwater today. He is taking the day off since he will probably cover this weekend for Murdock."

"OK," he acknowledges while affectionately kissing my temple. "You know you will feel better after you tell him baby girl. I promise."

Seeing the sincerity in his golden eyes, how can I even think of refusing to do this. I give another half attempt at smiling before giving my Edward a peck on his check. I guess the worst part is thinking about talking to Charlie. At least I hope the thinking about it is the worst.

Suddenly, Edward is gone and all remnants of his being here are gone except for his lingering scent on my pillows. I deeply inhale the clean, natural aroma into my lungs. If he has to leave for a little bit at least his smell can keep me company. After he left me for that time before Italy, I think my heart will always spasm whenever he disappears even if it is just for clean clothes. I can never loose him again because I wouldn't survive. It is that simple.

Stop thinking like this Bella. Edward is coming back; he always does. I just have to get my butt into the shower. Since I didn't change into my p j's last night, I quickly remove my top and bra. I stop when I slide my panties off realizing that my guy must have put some on me after I fell asleep. He really is a gem always looking out to make things as easy and the least embarrassing that he can. Even if what happened is my getting my bare bottom spanked, he still takes the time to cover my naked necessities to preserve some of my modesty.

I reach in to turn the shower on warm. I then glance at my booty to see if shows any signs that I got my first spanking. Nope, no marks which surprises the heck out of me considering they way my butt felt last night. I was positive that it would be a huge blister today, but I am blessed with the sight of a relatively pallid posterior.

The lack of color is really a misleading condition because it still exhibits discomfort when I fondle it. I can tell that 'good memory' is going to continue today as sitting upon those hard plastic and wooden classroom seats found at school is sure to prove interesting. Similar to the feeling met on the behind after a few hundred falls on the bottom while skating. One of many childhood memories that my clumsy self will always carry with me. Just another reason to make sure Edward doesn't have a reason to spank me again.

As I get dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tee, I smile remembering how safe and loved I felt getting that spanking. It really wouldn't be so bad if that stinging characteristic wasn't there. I still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that his willingness to do something like slap my ass to teach me a lesson is a good thing. Nothing is too much to keep me safe where my Edward is concerned even if it means making me cry for the greater good. Not even Charlie has been willing to make major sacrifices in the name of my well being.

One last glance in the mirror followed by a little massacre and lip gloss, I see I am ready to go. I can't help but whistle leaving my bedroom. OK, I admit this is an alone time thing since I sound more like a bird being strangled than the melody of a happy tune.

I quickly skip down the stairs getting ready to see my boyfriend again, when the sight of my father reminds me of the unpleasant task I have ahead of me. I really, really don't want to do this. I don't want to tell him how irresponsible I have been. Combine this with sneaking off to Italy for three days without telling him, I seem to have become another troublesome adolescent. With a deep breath, I decide it is now or never. "Ah, Dad, I need to tell you something," I start.

"What Bells," he responds never looking up from packing his fishing gear. Fried fish really is its own food group to this man.

"I got into some trouble yesterday," I whisper. I pause to see if I got his attention because I kind of said that really low, so I am not even sure that he heard me. I am going to die a thousands deaths if I have to say that again, but the sight of his brown eyes tell me he heard.

"So," he says.

"So I drove Edward's car to Port Angelese yesterday, and I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing, and I got stopped for speeding," I say. "I got a ticket."

Gruffly giggling, my dad begins to smile, "Bells I have seen that kid's car. I would be tempted to speed in it too. Not saying you shouldn't be careful, but it is a normal thing for a teenager to do. Just pay your fine."

Boy that was cool. My dad is cool, and then he adds, "I am sure you had your seatbelt on anyway."

"Mmmmm," I hedge, "well that is another thing. I got a second ticket because I forgot to put my seatbelt on."

The hip dad's smile gives away to a scowl, "Bella, I am disappointed. I know you know better because I always remind you to wear it."

His apparent letdown is killing me. I thought Edward said this would make me feel better, but I now I feel awful. I hate not living up to anyone's I love expectations.

Still looking solemn, my father seems to be swallowing reflexively like something has gotten caught in his throat. "You, Bella, um, I am really proud of the fact you decided to confide in me about this. You could have hid it, but you told me. I guess the tickets are punishment enough because you will have to use your money to pay for them."

"You know dad Edward insisted on my telling you after he found out," I share. "He said it was the right thing to do."

"Humph," he grumbles, "there might be some hope for that boy yet." I can tell Dad really wants to hate him, but he couldn't. Not now when this boy that was taking me away from him was also making sure I did the adult things I should.

Honk, honk. There is Edward, my personal chauffeur to high school. Honestly with a man like that driving me around, why would I even consider driving myself.