Chapter 2

Bella collapsed onto her couch, her head still spinning. Her hands rose to cover her eyes as she took a deep breath.

"Hey, Bella?" Edward asked, "I'm going to get you something to drink from the kitchen, all right?" He was already turning to get to the kitchen when the young woman groaned an acknowledgment.

Cute guy in her house. She groaned loudly once again, and tried to sit up. The brunette made it halfway up before she started to feel sick. Bella decided it best to lay back down. It wasn't long before Edward returned, plastic bottle in hand.

He knelt down in front of the couch and held the container out for Bella, "Here you go. How are you feeling?"

"Once I stop feeling like I'm rolling down the hill of death, I'll let you know." She took the bottle and without looking undid the cap. She quickly brought it to her lips and let the cool water flow. Just the feel of the liquid down her throat had a relieving effect on her.

Edward watched as the girl downed the bottle completely, "Looks like dehydration was right on the money."

The young woman turned her head to look at Edward. She was very aware of the brown uniform he wore. The water was already helping and she was gathering her wits.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Edward. Guess you didn't catch it the first time. No worries." He smiled. It was slightly crooked, which Bella found oddly endearing.

"Okay, Edward...?"

"Cullen."

"Right, Edward Cullen." She blinked slowly and contemplated sitting up, "And what are you doing here?"

"Well, I helped you in. I saw you on the ground and stopped my truck. I don't usually see pretty girls just laying on the side of the road."

Bella raised an eyebrow. He was hitting on her. "No, I got that. Why are you here? There's only one house on this street and it's mine."

"Oh, that! Well, I can answer that with this," the young man reached over to the side of the couch and pulled out a brown box, "I'm gonna guess, shoes?"

"Oh, delivery guy." Bella decided to risk it, and heaved herself up. Her head spun but she had to admit not as badly as minutes before, "You make it a habit of entering people's homes?"

"Not usually, but I made an exception." He smiled that crooked smile again. He placed the package down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I see." She smirked, catching a glance into his deep green eyes, "W-well, thank you for your help."

"Hey, no worries. If you ever need me, just, well, order something." He rose up and straightened out the uniform, "I can close the door. You just relax and make sure you keep getting some water into you, all right?"

"Yeah, um, thanks, Edward." She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Don't mention it. See you later!" He smiled once again as he walked towards the front door. Bella turned in her seat to watch him leave,

"Yeah, bye then!" Bella called out. Maybe she would be seeing him soon.

The young woman listened as the truck outside groaned to life, and faded away into the distance. When the truck had gone, Bella turned to the box, sitting on the small table. She reached out to it and tore the top open. She knew what it was when he produced it, but she still frowned.

She tossed the box aside and held up the contents. A hydration pack. She stared at the small backpack. The back of it was colored gray and black. The clear plastic tube hanging down from the side and swinging slowly.

"I'm never running again."

Clacking filled the room as Bella's fingers flew over her keyboard. It was time for her daily dose of work. The young woman was dressed for comfort, with a pair of black sweats and a white tank top. She had made the mistake at one time of "dressing for success" even though she worked from home. Comfort beat out professional every time, and her office clothes hung in her closet, unused and pristine. Occasionally the web developer would pause to reach over to the side and take a sip from a can. Her hair was tied up, and large noise-canceling headphones encased her ears, blasting what she called her "Code Mix". The music she specifically listened to while working. There were no lyrics to focus on, just a deceptively complex composition that extended for a full half hour. When it ended, the young woman knew it was time for a break.

When the last note suddenly ended, she quickly saved her work and leaned back in her reclining chair. The brunette's desk was covered in all manner of little knick-knacks and toys and things. They were little things that she found cute or interesting. A crystal set of geometric shapes here, a miniature statue of a character from a movie she liked there. In the weeks since she had moved in, she had spent a significant time online, browsing various shopping outlets. It seemed like every day she purchased at least one small thing.

It wasn't like she was going out anywhere. She had not run since her collapse, and all of her gear was shoved away into a corner of her closet, where it belonged.

She smiled to herself and idly hummed the last tune she had been listening to as she opened up a browser page and began to search for something special for herself. She looked up little things. More little pieces to decorate her desk. That led her to DVDs, to cookware, to aprons, to clothing.

The chain of random webpage-shopping continued until something dark colored and lacy caught her eye. She quickly opened it up and checked the sizes. It was a bra and panty set, the kind you don't buy in order to wear. It was the kind you bought to get torn off you.

Bella smiled. She already knew who she'd like to take them off. A quick glance at the time and she knew that that same person would soon arrive.

They had a routine, Bella and Edward. At least, Bella liked to think so. She ordered at least one thing per day, and with premium memberships on a couple sites, she almost never worried about shipping. Hers was always the last house on his route. Whether that was a happy coincidence or a calculated move on his part wasn't important, although she hoped it was the latter.

The doorbell would ring. She'd step out. He'd hand her her latest delivery. They'd chat for a little while. He'd smile that crooked smile. She'd play with her hair a bit, maybe find a way to touch his arm. Then, sadly, they'd have to say goodbye, until next time.

She never asked him out. Partly because she was afraid of the rejection, but partly because she just enjoyed the fun of the flirtation. She enjoyed dropping a subtle hint here and there through a conversation, and seeing if he picked up on it. The young woman wondered if he enjoyed it as much as she did.

She rolled her eyes. Probably not quite as much as she did, considering her activities after a few of those encounters. Still, Edward was the nicest person she'd met in the town so far, and it didn't hurt that he was handsome as all get out. There suddenly came the sweet ring at her front door.

With a practiced pace, Bella waited a moment, just sitting in her chair. She didn't want to seem like she was waiting for him. The brunette removed her headphones and placed them down carefully on the desk top. The thought crossed her mind that she saw him every day, but she quickly tossed it aside. It was all part of the game.

As she marched towards the front door, she stopped in front of a small wall hung mirror. She did a quick once-over. Just a little bit of make-up, enough to accentuate nature. Nothing he would notice, she lamented. Boys never really could tell, and the ones that did, didn't seem too interested in her.

Bella opened the door, and there he was, all handsome in his brown uniform. In his hands he held a small package. He really had such wonderful hands. She remembered how they felt from her collapse. The brunette recalled how they were soft, warm and strong. She then wondered how his fingers would feel on her hips.

Whoa. Slow down there girl, she thought to herself.

"I'm looking for a Missus Swan?" There was that crooked smile again. He held up the small box and continued, "I've got something for her."

Bella took hold of the box, and playfully tugged it, "Missus Swan is hundreds of miles away. It's Miss here." She grinned.

Edward let the box go and he put his hands on his hips, "Miss, hm? Awful respectable for a loner like you. I prefer Bella, myself." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. Bella swallowed, somewhat flustered.

"Well I prefer Edward, myself."

"Mister Cullen if you're nasty." He joked.

Oh hun, if only you knew, Bella thought. She smiled and asked, "How are you today?"

"You get to see me at the best part of my day," Bella perked up at this, what did that mean, she wondered, "so I'm doing pretty good."

"Best part of your day, huh?" She closed her arms around the box and held it to her chest lightly. The question begged an answer and the young woman had her hopes on a specific answer.

"You bet. Last delivery of the day. It's great to have your work done, you know?"

Bella's hope sank like a stone, though she was determined not to let it show, "Yeah, it's a pretty great feeling." Just like it would be to taste those sweet lips.

Dang, calm down Bells. What is wrong with you? She berated herself for the thought.

"What about you? How many awesome sites have you designed today?" He asked, his green eyes meeting hers.

"Oh, well, I mean..." She stammered under the combined attack of compliment and those eyes, "I'm not that, just... I'm not that great-"

"Yeah I don't believe that for a second. You seem like someone who's got it figured out. I could totally see you at a keyboard, making the best site ever."

"Well it's a little more complicated than that, but thanks." She beamed, "It's always nice to be appreciated. Makes the work come along easier." She'd like to make him come along easier.

Ok, that one wasn't even very good. Slow your roll.

"I totally get that. So what'd you order for today?" He asked, tapping the box she held.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" She narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

"I would, actually. One day you'll tell me, if I'm lucky you'll show me."

Bella bit her lip for just a moment, her fingers tightened around the box. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Under different circumstances, she would love to do that. Well, a girl could dream, couldn't she?

"I guess you'll just have to hope to get lucky." And now you've said it. He's a boy, not a brick! That was too obvious!

He laughed, "I guess I will!" She loved that laugh, the way his features seemed to lighten up, his eyes glimmered, his lips...

"So listen, there's something I wanted to ask you." He asked, and Bella noticed that she had begun to zone out a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know you are still kind of new to town," he lifted his arm and rubbed his neck. Bella's eyes opened wide, he was nervous! "So I was wondering if maybe, sometime, you'd like to, you know, let me show you around."

Her heart was jumping in her chest. The voice in her head screamed at her to accept. Her smile broadened and she looked down at the ground, clearly flustered.

"Um, yeah. That, that sounds like it'd be a lot of fun..." It was all she could do to play it cool. She looked up at him and saw his expression shift to a relieved smile. That same crooked smile.

"Great! Just text me when you're able to go out, and I'll come up with something fun to do!" He started back towards the truck, "I got to bring this thing back, but get back to me! All right?"

She nodded, perhaps a little too emphatically as the truck started up. Her eyes snapped wide open when she realized, "Wait! I don't have your number!" She cried, perhaps a little too loudly.

"Yes you do! Check the box!" He smiled from the drivers seat and waved as the vehicle began to pull away.

Bella held the box in front of her and examined it. She turned it over and checked every side, when she found it. Written on one side was a phone number, and written underneath was Edward's name. Oh, that's a risky move,she thought. The young woman was all smiles as she opened her door and went inside.

She actually skipped through the hall to her bedroom, where her phone was charging. He asked her out! She couldn't believe it! She simply had to send a message, and it would be real. Really real! She reached down to the phone laying on her nightstand, before stopping.

Would it be too desperate to text now? It had only been minutes since he had given his number. Bella didn't want to give the impression that she was desperate. The problem of course, was that she desperately wanted to message. She held her arm outstretched towards the phone, and slowly opened and closed her fingers as she weighed her options.

The number wasn't going anywhere. She could always just message him later. Besides, he was driving. That just wasn't safe. Later on, when he would be home and able to respond would be better. Bella agreed with herself, that was indeed the best option. It wouldn't hurt to make him wait just a little bit, either.

The brunette inhaled deeply, and finally let her arm drop to her side. She placed the small box on the nightstand next to the phone. In one motion she turned and flopped onto the bed, landing on her back. Her eyes stayed locked on the ceiling so as not to tempt herself with a stray text.

Bella bit her lip as she couldn't help but smile. Where would they go? What would he show her and plan for her? What would they do? Possibilities raced through the young woman's head as she considered her upcoming date with the delivery stud.

She'd get to hold his hand, hug him tight. She could get in nice and close. She wondered what was underneath that brown uniform. Maybe she would be able to have a peek. The brunette could get pressed up against him. He was taller than she was, she'd have to tilt her head back to get a taste of his lips.

Bella suddenly realized that her breathing had slowed significantly. She was acutely aware of how warm her body was. She licked her lips, and let her hands rest upon her belly. Without a further thought, one hand slid up her body. Her fingertips grazed her chest over the tee. The other hand traveled downwards, slipping underneath the elastic waist of her sweats.

The young woman's fingers passed underneath her panties, and she inhaled deeply as she felt moisture. The hand above found the hard nub of her nipple and toyed with it gently, poking and pinching.

She wanted to kiss. She wanted her tongue to dance with Edward's. The brunette imagined her hands were his. Those long, slender fingers spread her lips expertly, and rubbed in little circles. Her nipples ached for attention. He'd have to suck on them. He had to. No question, no doubt. She wanted to feel him tend to her breasts.

Quickly, Bella's upper hand dropped down to the hem of her shirt and she tugged it up, exposing her breasts to the still air. Was he a tit or an ass man? Either way, she wanted him to explore her.

The lower hand found the nub of her clit and circled it quickly. Her breathing became heavier as she toyed with herself. She was going to do things with that crooked smile of his. Absolutely, that mouth was going to work.

"Oooh..." she moaned softly. Her body writhed slowly in time to her strokes. A finger entered her passage, and in her imagination, it was his. Wriggling inside of her, testing and probing her depths, getting her ready for something larger.

Oh god she wanted to kiss. Bella's mouth held open as a second finger joined the first. Together they hooked into her, searching for that sweet spot. They slipped in and out of her now dripping wet entrance. She needed more, the fingers were not enough.

He was going to fill her, and she was going to make him shudder. Bella looked over to the box on the nightstand. Her hands suddenly withdrew and she sat up.

Still breathing heavily, she examined her fingers. The digits were slick and glistening. She lifted them to her lips. Bella could smell her arousal off of them. Her full lips parted and her fingers entered. She tasted herself and pulled the fingers from her mouth. The young woman never minded how she tasted, and was sure Edward would enjoy it.

She glanced back at the box, then turned her whole body to face it. In a rush she stripped off her clothes, tossing her shirt, pants and panties off to the side. She moved from the bed, then reached out, grabbing the box and pulling it toward her. She walked toward the bathroom with the box in hand. She stopped in front of the sink. A large mirror hung on the wall and she watched her reflection for a moment. She had rather pale skin, which she was never too fond of, but she made up for it, in her mind, with the curve of her hips. That was her best feature, she had always thought. In her younger years, she had been saddened by her smaller sized breasts, but she had since made peace with them. Her long brown hair fell about her shoulders in cascades. Her fingers dug into the cardboard flaps of the box. It took only a moment for her to tear the package open.

She pulled out a smooth silver phallus from the package. The sex toy glistened in the light of the bathroom, and Bella admired it for a moment. She smiled to herself as she quickly washed the toy. A minute later and the young woman was back in her bed, now naked and armed. She released the now empty box, and let it sit on the bed beside her.

A quick twist of the base and the toy sprung to life, vibrating with a dull hum. This is what he wanted to see. Would he want her to pleasure herself for him? Bella's mind once again wandered as her hand reached below and stoked the fire of her passion.

She allowed the tip of the toy to touch her nipple, and she sighed happily. Before long she could not hold out any longer. The young woman brought the toy down between her legs and pressed it against her folds.

"Hnngh.." She bit her lip, but as the device entered, she gasped. She began immediately to push and pull over and over again. She moaned as the powerful vibrations reverberated through her lower body. Her toes pointed as she built the tower of her climax brick by brick.

God she wanted to kiss. He was going to pound her, Bella thought. Her moans came easily and loudly. The buzzing between her legs felt drove her ever closer to the edge. She was going to look into his deep green eyes as he was overcome by her. Brought to his fall by the presence of her. He was going to moan her name into her ear.

That was the thought that drove her over the edge. Bella pushed the toy deep into her, while the other hand grasped her breast tightly. Wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body as the toy plunged into her again and again.

Her body tensed up and she let out a victorious orgasmic battlecry. The young woman's mind went blank and she released the toy, still half inserted. As her juices flowed from her the device slipped from her. A final shudder and her body slumped, going limp suddenly.

The brunette lay without moving for some time, awash in the glow of climax. Her chest heaved with labored breath. Her sex tingled with the aftershocks of her intense session. It was several minutes before she was able to move.

Bella glanced over at her phone. She reached out and grabbed it. She turned over to face the box. Still written on the opened cardboard was Edward's number. She smiled and quickly entered the number in. Still breathing heavily, her thighs moist with the juice of her love, she hit send.

"Hey."