Evening All! Well, those of you on the east coast. Not much news to report here. CPW is fighting off a cold (yet again) and Risbee posted her one shot from the Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness Compilation on her own profile. Go check it out after you read this.

We don't own Twilight; We both have One Day as an ebook and are looking forward to reading it.

Chapter Song: The Way Young Lovers Do by Van Morrison (but the Jeff Buckley version rocks too!)

BPOV

"Where are we going?" I ran my fingers seductively up Edward's arm, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. We'd spent all day on the beach with our friends, enjoying being six kids on the verge of responsible adulthood. I couldn't believe it was almost over. No. I wouldn't think about that. I'd think about it another time.

Apparently I was channeling my inner Scarlett O'Hara today.

I batted my eyelashes like the Southern Belle I thought I was, well as much of one as I could be considering I was born and raised in Washington State, but I thought I was pulling it off. Until Charlotte handed me a bottle of water because she thought I needed to get sand out of my eyes.

Edward couldn't stop laughing.

I pouted and folded my arms under my boobs, knowing they were pushed up a bit and stuck out my tongue. "Are you offering?" Edward asked before he knocked me backwards on the beach blanket and hovered over me, not even caring a bit that we had an audience. His warm body trapped my arms between us and his mouth closed over my own.

It wasn't the exact result that I was going for, but who was I to complain? It felt good, like really good, and I moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss and encouraging him as I felt his hands start to fumble with the back of my bikini top.

"Um, you guys, as much as I adore you both, there are things that I just don't care to see. And I'm pretty sure the lady over there with the small kids probably wishes you weren't practically fucking on the beach, though I think her husband is pretty into it." Kate threw a towel over our heads and with one quick nibble on Edward's bottom lip, I pulled away.

"She's probably right." I wanted to cry and Edward dropped his head in to my shoulder and muttered something unintelligible under his breath. "Wanna go inside?" I asked, trying to sound seductive.

Without giving me an answer, he slid off to the side, still muttering to himself and laying very still for a few minutes. I was afraid to touch him, though I wanted to, desperately, but he was giving off this vibe like he was about two seconds away from losing control. While that concept turned me on more than I could possibly describe, the woman's husband was still staring in our direction and honestly, it was beginning to creep me out a little.

The guy needed to be introduced to the internet and its vast supply of porn, not watching a couple of sexually frustrated people combust on the beach.

"Bella, can you hand me my towel?" Edward finally surfaced from the sand and I handed it to him, watching as he slowly stood up and wrapped the towel firmly around his waist.

Oh. Oh. I snickered a little bit louder than I meant to and he arched his eyebrow at me. "Got a bit of a problem there, E?" I teased.

"That's it. We're not going anywhere tonight." He picked up his chair and moved to the other side of Peter and sat down, opening a beer.

He was bluffing. He had to be bluffing.

I waited… He was totally bluffing, right?

When he opened a second beer, I began to panic. For a week now, I had been trying to figure out what he had planned for our date. Where we were going, what we were doing and what he had up his sleeve, but he was locked up like Fort Knox and I couldn't get as much as a vibe from him.

All I knew is that Kate knew our plans and that even she wouldn't say a word. I had to wonder how Edward had managed that. According to her, I shouldn't worry and she tried to assure me that Edward was taking care of everything else, but it was the not knowing that was killing me. Oh, and I was supposed to give him my cell phone. Unless it was one of my parents, everybody else would have to wait for me to call them back.

Not gonna lie, Edward taking charge was more than a little hot. Especially considering when he really got going, the hiccups came back.

I started imagining Edward, hovered over me, with his eyes smoldering. I could feel the heat course down my body and I absentmindedly started to roll my ankles and fidget. I was getting worked up and considering I was on the beach, there was little I could do to rectify the situation. Edward knew what was going on though, and when I looked over at him, I knew I was busted. Like he could read my mind, his eyes were dark and piercing. He looked like Flynn Ryder, but way hotter.

I hopped up off my blanket, picking it up, not even caring that I was flinging sand everywhere and started running up the beach towards the wooden walk way leading back towards the house. It was a risky move, but I felt pretty certain that Edward would follow.

I was not disappointed.

Just as I reached the balcony door to my room, he caught up and crashed into me, pressing his body against mine and I shrieked as my skin made contact with the cold glass, sending my senses into overload.

"Jesus Christ, can't you two keep your hands off of each other for two whole minutes? I mean, have some control people." Kate reached around me and opened the sliding door, sending a blast of cool air over us and I watched as she walked over to my closet, pulling out a white strapless dress. "Should I even bother picking out panties," she yelled over her shoulder as I cringed at her use of one of my no-no words, "or would that be a waste of pretty frilly things?" She eyed the two of us, still wrapped around each other, before shutting my drawer and turning around empty handed. "Thought so."

After picking out shoes and putting them at the foot of my bed, she marched back out the door, pinched Edward's ass and told us both to have fun.

As soon as Kate was out of sight, I turned back to face Edward, hoping to restart things from where we had been interrupted, but I sighed when I saw the look on his face. Gone was the feral, controlling, 'I'm going to fuck you into next week look'. And while I was more than just a little bit disappointed, I still couldn't help but melt when I saw the moony, dreamy, 'I love you so much face'. Not that we had said those words to each other, but I could totally see the look on his face.

I melted into his arms, murmuring "Tonight?" into his shoulder and I felt him nod and whisper it back.

Good times were going to get way better before the night was over. I wanted to twirl around and around the deck, but then the rational side of me kicked in and I knew that if we could get ready before the rest of the group came back up from the beach, there was less chance of any interference, disruption or natural disaster.

With one more searing kiss and maybe a grope or seven, I pulled away. "Go, and stop pouting. Tonight is all your idea. If it were up to me, we'd…" He put a hand over my mouth and shook his head, hiccupping a few times before regaining control and turning me to face my room, not so coincidentally pressing himself up against my back.

Sweet mother of god why were we leaving the house? We should just lock all the doors and make everybody else leave. Yeah. That.

Suddenly though, he was gone. I turned my head to watch him walk back towards his room, not so subtly adjusting the situation in his board shorts. "Want some help?" I yelled really, really wanting him to say yes.

"Be ready in thirty minutes, Bella." He turned back to me, his eyes flashing the darkest green I have ever seen.

Yes, Sir!

I was ready in twenty-six minutes and in twenty-eight we were backing out of the driveway.

"So, you still won't tell me where we're going?"

"We're going to the Grocery."

Seriously? I looked at him wondering if he had gotten too much sun or something because the grocery store definitely wasn't what I considered to be a hot date. Like, at all. I mean, I'd heard stories about the produce section and other twisted things, but that didn't seem like something he would be into.

I could hear Edward start to laugh beside me and I pouted, but couldn't help but ease up a bit when I felt a hand start playing with a strand of my hair. He definitely knew how to get me to calm down. Touch a hair on my head and I was like goo. Seriously, it was all I could do to keep from purring.

"I swear Edward, if you take me to Food Lion, I'll…" I stumbled, not really sure what I'd do because it was then that I realized that it didn't matter where we went or what we did or anything like that. As long as I was with Edward, I was happy. He was what was important, the rest was just fluff.

"You'll what?" He countered, grinning slightly, still messing with my hair.

Purr.

"I have no idea," I confessed, laughing lightly and scooting over as close to him as my seatbelt and the center console would allow. Admittedly it wasn't all that much closer, but still it made me feel better, and maybe gave him a bit more wiggle room to mess with my hair, you know…if he happened to feel like it.

He felt like it.

We drove along for a few minutes, not in a hurry, and just watched the island pass as we made our way. "Not Food Lion. We're going to Beaufort Grocery, Bella," he finally offered and I felt sooooo much better. Because really, Food Lion really was going to be tough to swallow.

But I'd do it. For him.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence, with gentle touches and smiles. We were communicating without words, on this whole different level than anything we've done before, though the fact that we were constantly surrounded by other people probably didn't help things. It was like we were in our own little bliss bubble, all grinny, sappy and lovey dovey. A complete one-eighty from the atmosphere outside my door.

We could be respectable, after all. At least for a little while.

Somehow Edward found a place to park right by the marina and since we were a bit early for our reservations, we took the time to walk around looking at all the boats and we also did a little people watching. Earlier in the day, there had been some sort of street festival and there were quite a few people milling around while their vendor booths were in the process of being broken down. It was actually pretty funny to walk around and then be standing next to a pirate.

Except for the one that had the stereotypical parrot on his shoulder. Here was a little secret about me; birds freaked me the fuck out. Couldn't explain why even if I wanted to, I just didn't like them. Especially ones that could talk. It just wasn't right.

And now it was staring at us with its beady black eye and green head turned at almost a right angle.

"Edward!" I gasped, grabbing him and putting him between me and the bird, which was still too close, but at least wasn't able to reach me with one of its scaly feet if had tried.

Then the unthinkable happened. It left the pirate's shoulder and hopped over to Edward's head.

I took off running, not even caring that I was in a strapless dress and red wedges that were cutting off the circulation in my toes. I heard Edward calling for me but I didn't care. I was getting the fuck away from that bird. I knew where the Grocery was and yelled as much back in his direction.

The parrot started squawking and I swear it was laughing at me as it preened and fluffed herself up like some sort of avian badass. She probably wanted Edward all for herself. Fine feathered friend, my ass.

When I reached the safety of the sidewalk across the street, I stopped for a minute and turned around. There were feathers flying and Edward was trying to beat off the advances of the parrot as gently as he could but apparently she refused to take no for an answer. The pirate was trying to contain her, she had latched on to Edward's collar with her beak and would not let go. There was yelling and flapping and apparently the bird had ventriloquist skills because she was emitting this incredibly loud squawking noise without opening her beak.

If I wasn't watching it, I would have never believed it, or I would have figured that Charlotte was involved somehow as I looked around for her just in case.

Edward finally escaped from the beast by removing his shirt, and I grudgingly admitted that maybe the parrot wasn't all that bad. As long as she kept her distance.

Once Edward was safely on the sidewalk beside me, with feathers in his hair and his shirt in his hand, I couldn't stop laughing.

At all.

I grabbed his arm, not able to breathe, no sound coming out of my mouth and I couldn't feel my legs, though some of that was probably because of my shoes.

"Are you done?" Edward asked as he ran his fingers through his hair trying to fix it, I guess, but even I knew that was a lost cause. I tried so hard to regain my composure, I really did, but when I looked back up at him, I just couldn't help it.

"Shut it." He started to button his shirt but was getting frustrated, so I pulled his hands away, buttoning it myself.

"I adore you," I admitted. Because I did.

Completely.

EPOV

Little known fact – I hate birds. My grandmother used to have a budgie named Peanut that could talk, but all he ever did was curse in Spanish. It was the weirdest thing, but my grandmother claimed it was special because she never taught it to do that, it just learned on its own. She never did put two and two together regarding where she got the damn thing – her creepy Spanish neighbor Juan.

Regardless, the moment I saw the bird, because Bella pushed me in front of it as she tried to hide, I couldn't help but find myself feeling a little frightened, but also I was trying to not show that to Bella. I was on the verge of hiccupping when the bird latched itself onto my collar and Bella ran like the wind. She was surprisingly agile in those sexy as fuck shoes.

Of course, it was about two seconds after we finally sat down at our table at Grocery, that Bella pulled her shoes off and began cursing. However, her cursing was in English, unlike Peanut.

"These shoes are bloody evil. Remind me to stab Kate when we get home for making me wear them." Bella shoved her shoes out of the way and I could see instant relief on her face.

"We're not going home tonight," I replied, a little proud of myself for all the effort and sneakiness that had gone into our evening. "Kate packed a bag for you and it's in the car. I tried to give her some ideas on what to pack, but I have no idea if she followed through. She just sorta winked at me and took the bag I offered her."

"Well shit, I could have nothing in that bag; you do realize this, right?" Bella questioned as I suddenly grew concerned. Surely Kate would have included something on the list I had given her. Fuck, I hoped so. "She's just mischievous like that. Kinda like a sea otter."

"You are comparing your best friend to a sea otter?"

"Yeah...she's cute and cuddly, but you get too close and BAM, she'll bite your fingers off. Well, not literally, but you get the point." I let out a small sigh and forced back a hiccup of anxiety as our waitress approached and handed us our menus, before going over the specials rapid fire. We both ordered drinks, and were carded, which made Bella a little nervous, but they accepted her I.D. without an issue.

Dinner was seriously awesome, like better than I could have expected, if not a little pricey. Bella was totally worth it though. Especially since this was probably going to be the only major date of our summer. However, as we sat together enjoying an apple crisp with vanilla gelato, I realized I couldn't dwell on the fact that the summer was almost over. I had to think about happier things, and anything was happier than that.

"Okay, so if we aren't going home tonight... where are we going?" Bella asked as we walked out of the restaurant and started heading towards my car. Our fingers were entwined and a warm breeze blew across us as we headed back towards the marina. "Are you going to tell me anything?"

"We're staying at a little B&B. I thought we deserved some alone time." I replied as Bella's face lit up a little bit, then she frowned. "What...what's wrong?"

"Won't that be like staying with our parents? I mean...I won't exactly want to jump your bones if I think the old broad who is the innkeeper will be listening to me make you scream my name," Bella said boldly and I couldn't help but laugh loudly as she quirked her eye brows at me.

"How would that be different than a hotel? Wouldn't any other nearby guests hear us?"

"I guess I hadn't thought about that," Bella replied as I pulled her to my side and wrapped my arm over her shoulder. "Still...it's weird."

"Bella, stop worrying about it. I promise you, when we are in our room, all by ourselves, you won't care."

And I was right.

The moment we walked through the door of our suite at the Harborlight Guest House, the last thing she seemed to be concerned with was any other guests at the hotel. I tossed our bags onto the settee at the end of the bed and before I had a chance to even catch my breath Bella was gripping my shirt forcefully and pulling me against her, our lips meeting roughly.

As much as I wanted her to control the situation, because let's face it, that shit would be hot as hell, I had a plan. I wanted her to feel loved, to know how much I cared about her, beyond the sex. Though, from the way she was feeling up my dick through my pants, I could sense the sex would be epic. We just had to get there, so I pulled back.

"What's wrong?" she questioned as she reached up and started to unzip her dress, my fingers reaching to still hers, although I was saddened by this. "Did you want to do that?"

"Well, yeah...but you do realize we're in no rush right?" I asked as I made my way over to the window, where I opened the curtains to let the light in from the moon. It was all sorta picturesque with the moon reflecting on the moon, and boats in the marina sitting calmly. I, however, was anything but calm. I had no idea how I was not having a massive hiccup attack at that moment.

Bella sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with concern. "You do realize we've been trying to fuck for the last few weeks and now, that you have me alone, with this large king sized bed, it seems a little weird that you don't wanna have sex, right?"

"Yeah, so?" I asked as I toed off my shoes and made my way over to her, lifting one foot up to take off her shoe and then the second. I rubbed at her feet a little, catching her smile brighten as my hand moved slowly up her calve and then back down. "Does this help?"

"A little," she admitted but then she gave me a rather salacious grin as she pulled her foot from my hand and pushed herself back on the bed, her legs spread as she leaned back on her hands. "I'm all for the romantic gesture you have going on here, Edward, but there's just one thing you seem to have forgotten about."

"Oh really?"

"We have a few weeks left and then summer is over. If you take your time now," she began as her hands slowly moved down her inner thighs as she spread her legs as wide as her skirt would let her. "We won't exactly be able to do it as much as I would like. I'm all about quantity over quality right now, and I know that even the quantity I get will be filled with quality sex. Am I talking out my ass?"

I couldn't help myself. Since I was already on my knees in front of her, one little peek at her obviously wet panties literally softened my resolve and hardened by cock. I was definitely done for. Without a second thought, I practically lunged at her, desperate to feel my lips and body against hers, because she was right. Time was of the essence.

Bella's hands immediately reached up and her fingers deftly began to unbutton my shirt before she pushed the fabric off my shoulders and threw my shirt on the floor. So much for my plans to be the aggressor, I thought to myself as Bella's lips found purchase against my chest and I fought against the urge to just rip her dress from her.

Instead, I pushed the fabric up around her waist and positioned myself between her legs as she spread them wider, welcoming me in. Bella's lips made their way up my neck and even though it felt so fucking good, I actually had to pull her back from me to kiss her on the lips. "Get undressed," Bella purred as her fingers danced down my chest and she pushed me away somewhat, clearly eager to get the show on the road, so to speak.

"You first," I said succinctly as Bella grinned at me and jumped up on the bed to turn around and unzip the dress. She shimmied it down her svelte body and lifted her foot to kick it off as she stood there dressed in just a bra and panties, looking perfect, beautiful and sexy as sin all at once.

Not wanting to stand there with my mouth wide open looking like a complete idiot, I quickly shed my own clothes, leaving the boxers in place, before I grabbed Bella's ankles and playfully pulled her down onto the bed. She giggled loudly and all my anxiety, and the hiccups I had been fighting back, disappeared. We were clearly meant to be here and I wanted nothing more than to, although it was a bit Neanderthal of me, to claim her as mine.

So I kissed her on her lips, down the column of her neck and across her chest, Bella's continued soft moans spurring me on. My hands explored every inch of her soft body, gently peeling her bra and panties from her to leave her completely nude and waiting for me. I still couldn't believe I had gotten this lucky. Here was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on and she wanted me to have sex with her. I don't know what part of me appealed to her, but whatever it was, I was so fucking thankful.

"Edward," Bella said slowly as my lips made their way along her inner thigh, kissing her softly. "Get out of your brain...and your boxers, baby." Bella winked and grinned at me, and I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face, because she really did know me very well. I pushed my boxers off and climbed onto the bed with her, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me down to meet her sweet lips.

Our coming together was slow and easy at first, both of us eager to touch and feel every inch of the other, but the moment I slipped inside of her, it became frantic and intense. Her name fell from my lips reverently as moved within her and I felt like I had finally found my missing puzzle piece, one I didn't even know I was without. It was like we were meant to be together – always.

Lips and hands were everywhere as I thrust inside her, listening to her moans urge me on. Bella wanted more, so I moved faster and harder within her, my hands gripped the headboard in front of me to help me move deeper. Words fell from my mouth telling her just how much she meant to me and how beautiful she was. Our first time was a mixture of emotion, desperation and love, though I would never admit that to Bella; not yet anyways.

With her hand situated between us, stroking her clit deftly, I leaned down and sucked one of Bella's nipples into my mouth as I pushed deeper. I wanted to bring her to that precipice with me, which was a little ambitious for our first, but I was so close to my release I couldn't help biting down on her breast and tugging on her nipple. She cried out and I felt her contract around my length as I buried my head into her neck and thrust harder and deeper, bringing about my own release with a disturbing grunt of ecstasy.

When I rolled off of Bella, pulling her into my side to kiss her temple sweetly, I looked down on her and saw a huge smile across her face. "What?"

"Nothing." Bella tugged the quilt from the bottom of the bed up, over both of us and curled in closer to my side.

"That smile is not for nothing, Bella."

"Fine...that was just..."

"Awesome?"

"The best ever." I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face at that moment hearing that I was her best. I had to admit, Bella was definitely my best experience too, but I knew that was because I was falling hard and fast for this girl. There were emotions involved that I had never had with anyone else before, but I refused to scare her away. I would take what I could get from this beautiful creature, for as long as she would let me.

"I adore you," I replied simply as Bella rolled closer to me and kissed my chest softly.

"Ready for round two? Quantity over quality, remember?" Bella's hand slid under the blanket and wrapped around my cock, stroking it back to life slowly.

Yeah, I definitely remember.