A/N: well, well, well, back again are we? Are you wondering what Bella's answer is to Edward's question? We will get to that in just a minute my pretties… but first, you must put up with me, your humble author for another moment or two as I wax poetic…. About… my awesome… stupendous… phantasmagorically wonderful and oh so effervescent, Beta extraordinaire … D.T.

She is the fairy that sprinkle the sparkly dust upon my writing and makes it purtty! So thank her for the fact that this is even remotely readable. After a 55 hour week and less than 4 hours of sleep a night and it is a wonder that this isn't all a jumble of non sensical stream of consciousness gibberish, but somehow the few reviews I did receive for the last chapter motivated me to get this out for you all… although just barely! ;-)

I love the reviews you crazy ladies leave me… I have been told lots of funny shit in my day but I don't think I have ever been told that I was the reason that someone's husband was getting laid tonight, and my hubz found it hilarious that I was making a bunch of crazy fan ladies horny .. I have to say … I read some of these reviews on my phone at work and you never cease to make me smile … so keep them coming! You make what is usually a very busy and craptacular day, bearable! Thanks for reading and please keep reviewing!

Things I own: an alarm clock that wakes me up not so gently at the ass crack of dawn each morning, and a chitin of 5 hour energy drink shots (really my lovelies, it is totally the SHIZ!)

Things I don't: Twilight and any of the song lyrics I use in this story, sadly.

When last we saw our couple...

We stayed there in that awkward position, holding each other, for minutes or hours, I don't really know. Time seemed to stop completely as I just enjoyed the feeling of Bella in my arms, and her arms around my neck as she gently stroked my hair, her eyes still closed.

"Bella," I whispered after some time.

"Hmm?"

"Will you come home with me tonight?"

CHAPTER 9

BPOV

"What? Edward-"

"Come home with me, Bella," Edward whispered as his lips moved along my cheek towards my neck and up to my ear, "let me take you to my house, strip you of your clothing and pleasure you until neither of us can move. I want to fall asleep utterly exhausted, with you in my arms and wake you up in the morning with waffles and orange juice."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to be dreaming. Was I really laying on a desk in someone's office, in a club, my legs spread wide with Edward on top of me, asking me if he could pleasure me all night and make me waffles in the morning? Shit like this doesn't really happen, right? I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"But I don't like orange juice."

He chuckled as he lifted himself off of me.

"I also have apple and cranberry juice. Bella, is this really about the juice? Do you not want to spend the night with me?" He asked, straightening his clothes as I sat up and began trying to right my own clothing and hair.

"Edward, I … um, it's not that I don't want to spend the night with you. I'm just kind of surprised that you asked, or rather when you asked."

Edward looked up from buttoning his shirt, his expression one of surprise.

"What do you mean, Bella?"

"Well, it's just that… I have never had anyone ask me to come home with them after we had sex. That's usually a question a girl hears before the deed, you know?"

Edward just stared at me for a moment, looking like he wasn't sure if he should be annoyed and insulted or if he should laugh at me. He dropped his head for a moment, before taking a deep breath and moving a few steps toward me, his eyes suddenly blazing.

"I don't know who you're comparing me to, but I know I don't like it. I'm not like the men you've dated in the past, and I asked you to come home with me because as lovely and satisfying as this was," he said, gesturing at the office we were in, "I want more with you than just a quick fuck against a wall, Bella. I want more of you, all of you, but more than that, I want to know you. I want to know what you look like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know how you like your eggs, and whether you like syrup on your waffles or whipped cream. I want to know things, like the fact that you don't like orange juice. I want to spend more time with you." As he spoke he reached out and moved a lock of hair away from my eye.

He had a peculiar look on his face, and it dawned on me that the whole time he stood there, fixing his clothing and saying all of those wonderful things to me, I had said nothing. I had just stood there, listening with my mouth open, silent. I needed to say something, assure him of what I wanted. Tell him that I wanted to go home with him, that I would go anywhere with him, do anything for more time wrapped up in his arms. It was too bad that what came out of my mouth was much less eloquent that that.

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes what, Bella?"

He was smiling now. He was having fun at my expense. Well, two could play that game.

"Yes, as in, yes, I like syrup AND whipped cream on my waffles, and Alice says my hair looks very similar to a haystack in the morning. Most unattractive."

"You are adorable when you're flustered. Now, are you coming home with me or not? I have to tell you … I've never had to fight this hard to get a woman to agree to come home with me before."

"I see. Well, I'm not sure who you are comparing me with, but I'm not sure that I like it, either. What about Alice? And Emmett?"

"What about them?"

"You don't mind them knowing…"

"Bella, what do you think they think we've been doing all this time? Because I can assure you that Emmett, at least, has figured out that we didn't disappear to take a quiet walk, and Alice isn't going to buy it either," he said, chuckling.

He was right. Alice had to know what the two of us disappearing meant and she wasn't going to let it go without notice, and a serious grilling.

"Well, you're right about that, I guess," I said, as I stepped away from the desk, smoothing my skirt. "Let's get out of here. I have the strangest craving for sex and pancakes."

"Pancakes? I thought I was making you waffles?" He said, laughing as he placed his arm around my shoulders and guided me to the office door, turning the knob and stepping aside so that I could walk through.

"Waffles, pancakes … Edward, I would be happy with cold cereal. Let's get out there and get the inquisition over with."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as we walked back out, into the club toward our table.

There was another group of men on the stage playing, one on piano, one of them on an upright bass and another playing the saxophone. The tune was upbeat and swinging and a few couples had gotten up out of their seats and were dancing in the spaces between the tables. Alice was still sitting in Jasper's lap bouncing along with the beat. He looked at her as if she was his oasis in the dry, desolate desert. It was sweet, and watching them made me smile. It was obvious that Jasper was done for, the look in his eyes was one of adoration and love, and I couldn't be happier for my friend. I could only hope that love would mellow her out a bit, at least enough not to terrorize her brother and I because of what we had been up to and the fact that I was ditching her to shack up with him for the night.

Rosalie looked up as we got closer to the table and elbowed Emmett, whose eyes widened significantly at our approach.

"Oh ho, Edward, Bella! Where have you two been and why is Eddie's hair even more sex crazed than usual?"

Edward shook his head, "Shut the hell up, Emmett, and drop it, okay?"

"No Edward, he won't drop it. What have you two been doing and where have you been doing it?" Alice asked, her bouncing now stopped, much to Jasper's disappointment.

I couldn't let Edward shoulder this all by himself.

"Come on Alice, give us a break. We haven't asked what happened to you and Jasper last week when you made Edward drive me home and then left with MY date. So spare us the third degree," I said, laughing at the shocked look on Jasper's face and the guilty look on Alice's. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward pressing his lips together, trying not to smile.

Alice knew I had her dead to rights. She did leave me with her brother last week while she went home with my date. I wasn't mad at her. Shit, I was ecstatic that she found someone to make her happy, I had no hard feelings. It wasn't as if I was attracted in any major way to Jasper, and I know there was no love lost on his end either. He was a great guy, handsome, intelligent, and mellow, exactly what Alice needed.

Me? I needed Edward.

Alice continued to stare, looking back and forth between both Edward and I, while Emmett laughed at the whole lot of us. It was funny. I wanted to laugh along with him but I knew that would only set her off. I was on a slippery slope with Alice right now, but if I played it right, I could get both Edward and myself out of there without her dragging out of us that we just spent the last hour shagging in someone's office.

"Fine. I won't question you Bella, but you will tell me, you know it and I know it," Alice said with a sly smile.

"Whatever Alice. I'm taking Bella and we're gonna get out of here. Don't wait up, kids," Edward said, breezily, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from our table. The trio on the stage had finished their set and the sounds of our friends' laughter echoed in the relative quiet of the club.

"Edward, slow down. I'm in these death trap heels and I'm going to hurt myself if I try to move any faster."

It was the truth. As sexy as these heels were, they were the most dangerous shoes I had ever worn. But the look on Edward's face as he slowed and looked down at my feet and then let his gaze slowly rake higher over my bare legs, lustily, made me never want to take them off.

"My apologies, Bella. I'll slow down. After all, we wouldn't want anything to happen to you. Your safety and happiness is my first priority," he said, as he lifted my hand and turned it over, dropping a soft, wet kiss on the under side of my wrist, right on my pounding pulse point.

The feeling of his lips on my skin, anywhere, made me want to push him up against his car and climb all over him. I was shocked that I could want him again so soon after we had been together. It had never been this way, the need so urgent, so un-tameable. I was afraid that I was going to scare him away with the force of my urges, but when his eyes finally met mine in the street lamp-lit darkness of the parking lot, I saw my lust and need mirrored in his eyes. Those deep emerald pools were reflecting back to me all of the want and desperate need that I was feeling in that moment. It was a humbling experience to say the least, for both of us, I was sure.

He opened the passenger door to his Volvo, assisting me as I sat, and closed the door behind me before moving to his side, sliding into his seat and closing his door. The drive to his house was short, since he lived only a few miles away. We drove in silence, but it wasn't really awkward. I could tell we were both trying to collect our thoughts, almost as if this was as alien to him as it was to me, but that was silly. He had to have invited other women to spend the night with him before me, right? He had said as much in the office, just a few minutes ago.

He pulled his car into the drive and slowly stopped, putting the car into park, turning it off, and releasing his seat belt. He didn't move to exit the car though. I unclipped my seat belt and turned to him, waiting. He turned toward me.

"Bella, I want you to know … I didn't mean to pull you away from them back there. I just couldn't figure out how to get us out of there, otherwise."

"It's okay, Edward. I was trying to think of a way to get us out of there unscathed myself, you were just quicker." I smiled broadly at him.

He returned my grin with a sexy grin of his own and reached to stroke my cheek, before getting out and moving to my side of the car to open my door for me. He was such a gentleman.

He guided me by the elbow, his other hand resting on my lower back, suddenly drifting it lower to fondle my bare ass under my skirt.

Okay, so he was mostly a gentleman.

We stopped at the door, so he could unlock it and let us in. I followed him in this time, stopping him as he shut the door, and placing a finger to his lips. I traced them before I took the last step toward him and placed my lips on his, tasting his mouth. God, he was delicious. His mouth tasted like sweet strawberries from my gloss and still held a hint of smokiness from his earlier cigarette. His hands dug into my hips, holding me flush against him as our mouths moved against each other, tongues tangling, breath mingling.

We stood in his front hall, kissing, our hands frantically moving over each other, until he pulled back panting, his deep emerald eyed darkened with desire.

"Bella, if we don't move soon, I'm going to take you in the hall amongst the coats, and as much as that sounds pleasing to me," Edward said, his voice low and husky, as he ran his hands down my back and palmed my ass again, squeezing and bringing me even closer against his rigid arousal, "I want you, no, I need you in my bed, where I can enjoy every inch of your delectable body, and I can take my time doing it."

If he kept doing these things, saying these things to me, I wasn't going to make it to his bed. His words and actions had me so fired up, just one more word, one more smoldering look and I was going to spontaneously combust, or melt into a puddle of goo right in his front hall.

"Edward, if we don't move soon, we, or rather I, won't make it to the bedroom" I said slyly, running my hands over his hard, defined chest, loving the feel of his tight muscles under my fingers. I needed to get him naked and under me, and soon.

I leaned in as if to kiss him and instead ran my tongue along his bottom lip, tasting. His breath caught and his hands tightened on my ass as he lifted me, placing me over his shoulder, fireman style, and headed for the stairs, stroking the backs of my naked thighs as he walked.

"My, my, in a rush, Bella?"

I didn't answer him, I couldn't. His hand moved and was now gently stroking the inside of my thigh, teasing. He brushed against my wet slit with one finger and I shivered, the sound of my breathy moan echoing in the dark and silent hallway. Before I had time to blink, we were in his room and he dropped me flat on my back on his bed with a bounce, chuckling at my shocked expression.

Edward leaned over me and ran his hands down my legs. He removed my shoes one at a time, tossing them behind him, making me laugh softly.

"Who's in a rush now?" I asked.

"Oh no, baby, I won't be rushing this, not at all." He unbuttoned my skirt and I lifted my hips to assist him in removing it. He slid it down my legs slowly, tossing it with my shoes, somewhere behind him.

I sat up and peeled off my top, leaving me completely naked before him. His gaze frozen on my naked breasts, I took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants, pulling everything down at once, his erection bobbing wildly as I let his garments drop to the floor at his feet. I reached out and traced a line down his hard cock with my finger, his groan letting me know how much he enjoyed my touch.

I let my fingers curl around him, grasping his rigid length, feeling him twitch in my hand as I moved my fist over him, softly at first, then tightening my grip on him. His body shuddered and I slid forward, toward the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide on either side of his body so he could stand between them as I moved my hand up and down on his hard dick. I wanted to make him come for me, but more than that, I wanted to taste him.

I leaned forward slightly and licked his tip, tasting the drop of fluid that had collected there, savoring the flavor. He tasted delicious, salty and sweet, and..like Edward. I couldn't describe it. I needed more. I licked his rock hardness from root to tip, feeling every ridge and vein of him, breathing deeply of his musky scent, memorizing the smell, feel, and taste of him.

I let my mouth slide over his head, taking him inside my warm, wet mouth, sucking him in deeper, slowly, inch by inch. His hands tightened in my hair.

"Fuck, Bella … so good …"

I took this as a sign that he wanted more and slid him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him hard, his hips bucking at my ministrations. He was groaning and pumping his hips slightly as I bobbed my head up and down his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, licking his tip with every pass.

Edward reached down and stroked my hardened nipple with one hand, pinching and teasing it, making me moan on his cock and move him deeper. I could feel him hit the back of my throat. He groaned, obviously loving what I was doing, so I continued the movement, letting him hit the back of my throat, and each time he groaned and pinched my nipple harder. I wasn't sure if I could take him any deeper, but I wanted to try. So breathing deeply through my nose, I relaxed my throat muscles, and slowly, with my hands tight on his hips, I pulled him deeper than I thought possible. I was shocked and pleased that I could do this for him, and given the sounds coming from him, he was just as pleased. I looked up at him through my eyelashes with his huge cock still in my mouth, trying to see the pleasure on his face.

"Oh God, Bella … what are you doing to me, baby … ugh, your mouth feels so good…"

I could tell that he was so close to coming but was holding back, and I wanted him to let go. I increased the pace of my movements, sliding my mouth over him faster, pulling him deeper, until he was deep in my throat, and then I swallowed, my throat contracting around him.

"Holy Fuck! Bella-"

I did it again.

"Bella, baby, I'm gonna come baby, if you don't want me to-"

I moaned around him in encouragement as I sucked his cock harder, faster, reaching down to cup his balls, squeezing gently.

"Yeeesssss Bella! Fuuuuccck!"

He came hard, his hips jerking, his hard length pulsing, as he released deep in my mouth. I swallowed it all, glorifying in the act of tasting him, and taking his orgasm as he gave it, passionate and honest, before letting him slide out of my mouth with a pop. He slowly moved his hands from my hair, letting them drop to my shoulders, caressing gently as he slowly pushed me back on the bed, until I was laying back with my legs still dangling onto the floor.

He leaned forward and kissed me, hard, before moving his lips lower, kissing and licking my neck and collar bone. His mouth was warm and sent shivers down my spine as he tugged at my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He then moved to take first one nipple in his mouth, tonguing it, and then the other, my hips writhing on the bed. I wanted him inside me.

"Oh Edward, please-"

"Shh baby, let me take care of you."

His tongue traced a wet line down my ribs and stomach, dipping into my belly button before he suddenly moved away from my hot quivering body and removed his shirt. He took my legs by the ankles, bent them at the knees and placed my feet on the edge of the bed. Spreading me wide, he looked me in the eye for a moment, then let his gaze fall slowly until he was looking at my wet, pink center, licking his lips.

I lifted my hips off of the bed, whimpering at the lack of contact. I wanted him. Now.

Edward bent, bringing his head close to where I wanted him, breathing deeply of my scent before he took one long lick with his tongue on my hot damp center.

"God Bella, you smell and taste so good."

The feel of his hot breath on my wet core made my eyes roll back in my head, "yes, Edward, please … taste me … please … "

His head lowered again, this time for the duration as he set his mouth to my slit and began licking and sucking on me, flicking my clit with his tongue. He moved his fingers into the mix, rubbing my wet opening as he took my swollen nub between his teeth and lashed it roughly with his tongue. He slid two long fingers deep inside me and began to pump them into me.

I couldn't help the movement of my hips as they lifted off the bed. Edward used a hand to try and still them. I was going out of my mind with the feel of his mouth and fingers on me, I was so close to coming already.

"G-G-God, Ed-W-Ward! Oh dear lord, yes!"

He sped the pumping of his fingers into me and sucked my clit into his mouth and I came. I came harder than I ever had. My eyes clamped tight, light exploded brightly behind my lids, my toes curled as I fisted my hands into his hair and pulled him up to me, kissing him deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and it aroused me even more.

I slid myself back onto the center of the bed, dragging him with me awkwardly, and we both chuckled, until I felt his hard, hot arousal pressed against my belly. I attempted to roll us over, and he assisted once he realized what I wanted. He lay back and I climbed over him, straddling his hips. I guided him to my entrance and moaned loudly as I slid myself down on his hard cock.

He felt so good, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I moved up and down on him, swiveling my hips as I did. His hair had fallen into his eyes and his forehead was slick with sweat. I placed my hand on his brow and swept his hair away from his gorgeous face. As I did, his eyes, which had been watching my hips moving back and forth, moved up to meet mine. He ran his hands up my arms to my shoulders and pulled me down, against his chest. My hair fell like a curtain around both of our faces and he pushed it back, reaching his lips to mine.

"God Bella, you are so beautiful," he moaned between kisses.

I sat up and we began to move together quickly. Our pants and moans paired with the noisy slapping together of our damp skin as I rode him, and the sound was loud in the otherwise silent house.

I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer and neither was he, his hips jerking upward, pushing his cock into me in quick, hard thrusts as we neared our peaks. I slammed down onto him, screaming my orgasm out before he grabbed me by the back of the neck, dragging my lips to him, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he came with me.

I collapsed onto his chest and he turned us slightly to the side so that we lay pressed together on our sides, legs tangled together, breathing into each others' mouths. I stroked my hand down his back in a soothing manner, helping to bring him down slowly, until his breathing was the deep, even breathing of slumber. I snuggled in closer to him, easing him onto his back, resting my head on his shoulder as I drifted off to a deep and peaceful sleep.

I woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and bright sunlight streaming through the blinds of Edward's bedroom. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't dreaming, that I had spent the night with Edward Cullen, the man I had wanted since I was old enough to know what wanting was, and it was amazing.

I sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up higher on my body, feeling the delicious soreness of muscles I hadn't used in ages. The door opened to reveal Edward, bare chested, dressed in a pair of low slung, green striped cotton pajama pants, his feet also bare, smiling. He was carrying a steaming mug of coffee, and a large folded fluffy towel.

"Good morning, Sunshine. I brought you a mug of joe and some fresh towels. I thought you'd like to take a warm shower while I finish up breakfast, and then I thought we could have another piano session this afternoon before I have to head in to the hospital tonight for my shift."

I lifted the mug to my lips, taking a careful sip before setting it down on the side table and getting out of bed. I let the sheets slide from my naked body as I stood, Edward's mouth agape at my nonchalant attitude towards my nakedness. I stepped close to him and kissed him sweetly on the lips, took the towel from his hands, and turned toward the bathroom, looking over my shoulder once, meeting his desire filled gaze, before I stepped into his bathroom and shut the door with a soft click.

Showered, dried, and wrapped in a towel, I made my way back into his room to find a pair of soft draw-stringed cotton pants, not unlike the pair Edward was wearing, and a clean, much worn t-shirt on his bed. I donned the offered outfit, the t-shirt almost reaching my knees. I cuffed the pant legs so that I wouldn't trip over them when I walked and made my way downstairs toward the delicious breakfast smells coming from the kitchen.

I entered the kitchen to find Edward, still bare chested and looking more beautiful than anyone had a right to, at the stove, flipping pancakes on a griddle.

"Wow, this all looks and smells delicious" I said, gesturing toward the platters of scrambled eggs, bacon and what looked to be Irish sausage on the counter.

"Thanks. I wasn't sure what you would wake up wanting, so I made a bit of everything," he said as he placed the last finished pancake on its platter.

"Is this Irish sausage?" I asked, as I plucked a piece off of its platter.

"Um, yes, I remembered that Esme always made it when you were over. I remember her saying that it was your favorite. I have a butcher a few blocks down that sells it, so I ran out this morning to pick some up while you slept. I wanted to have all of your favorites. I even grilled you some tomatoes. You still like them with your eggs and sausage, don't you?"

I was truly touched by the gesture. He remembered my favorite breakfast foods. It was unexpected, it was sweet.

"Yes, Edward. I can't believe you remember that. It's not like we had breakfast together that often."

He shrugged, nonchalantly, "true, but I just remembered that it was an odd combination of breakfast foods and it just kind of came back to me as I stood here this morning trying to decide what to make. Alice still remembers your trip to Ireland so fondly. Don't tell her I told you this, but she told me once that Irish baked beans on toast is still one of her favorite guilty pleasures," he said, winking.

The rest of the morning went this way. We talked and laughed, trading stories and memories with each other. I told him about college with Alice and Jake and meeting Rose. He told me about breaking up with Tanya, buying the house with Emmett after he graduated college, his job at the hospital, and the community programs he was a part of.

We finally cleaned up breakfast and did the dishes, taking the time to dry them off and put them away.

As morning turned to afternoon, and the time came for us to head our separate ways; him, to his job at the hospital, me, back home to get some more practice time in and call my dad, I realized that I was going to miss him.

I was going to miss his smile, his laughter, the easy camaraderie we had found over the past week, and the smoldering sexual tension that was present whenever he was close to me, and that was a dangerous feeling to have.

I could have fun with Edward, enjoy his company, his stories, his music, but I could not, would not, lose myself to him completely.

A/N: Well what did you think? Was it what you expected of them? And what exactly is Bella's deal?

I have to say … both D.T. And I wish heartily that this Edward was real … but is he too good to be true? Will he continue to be this sweet? Or do you think Bella's insecurity will have some impact on their relationship down the road?

I don't want to get deep into future plot points, but as sweet and full of sunshine and rainbows as this story is, it won't be all smiles and puppies for our couple, it would just be totally boring if they never had any conflict, and we would miss out on some hot ass makeup sex … and we couldn't have that now could we? NO! Hellz NO!

Ok my lovelies … you know what to do … reviewers go to heaven and get rubbed down after their showers by a bare chest gorgeous Edward, while those of you who don't get … I don't know … Vladimir err stefan to wake them up each morning wearing a man thong … and we all know how horrendous that would be! LOL! So review me my pretties! Just a few words … come on … all the other kids are doing it… (yes, I WOULD resort to peer pressure, but only for reviews, I promise.)