Disclaimer: I take no credit in the characters within this story; those are the sole work of Mrs. Stephenie Meyer. I do, however, take credit for the specific, new traits I gave them and am quite proud of them.

Note: HELLO MY DEARS! Okay, so, like I said MULTIPLE times; short chapter. But… it really is full! ENJOY!

It had been a week since we had gotten back and Alice, Edward, and I were all having the time of our lives. It was basically all just talking and laughing and teasing each other, much like we did on any normal day, but it was more too. We had found a place to be comfortable together, a place where there was no real awkwardness, none of the silences that plague everything in today's world. We were always doing something, whether it was speeding into town on a snack run or lying across the couches and floors just laughing at something or another, some past story that we couldn't help but repeat or just whatever was on our minds. It was amazing. We had all found that we adored Rose, and we hadn't wanted to say goodbye, but they had promised to come visit us soon.

Edward had just finished with a particularly hilarious about his old gay stalker roommate. I couldn't BREATH by the end of it, my entire body shaking with the strain. Alice was leaning against me, in almost the same position. I thought I was going to pass out, to be completely honest, as my body tried to cope without air. I looked at Edward who was grinning as he watched us, his shoulders shaking as well.

When I was finally fairly calm again I found that I was really getting tired and looked at the clock. "Almost two."

"Yeah," Alice agreed. "And I'm feeling it. I'm off to bed."

"Me too," I said, nodding and stretching before standing up and looked at Edward. "Sleep well."

"You too Bella," he said, smiling and watching as I followed Alice.

We stopped in the hall and gave each other a quick hug before going into our own rooms. I leaned against my door for a second, not sure what to do with myself, suddenly not nearly as tired as I had been. I sighed and walk to the bathroom, not wanting to go back out after I had said I was ready for bed. Didn't want to give Edward that big of a hint. After standing perfectly still for a few minutes I leaned off the door and went into my bathroom, deciding on a shower.

It was a nice shower, though rather than the water making me more comfortable I was only more awake when I got back out. With a sigh I dried off and wrapped myself in my oversized robe. A quick brush of my hair wasn't enough this time and I ended up blow-drying it so I wouldn't have to take another shower in the morning when I woke up with little creatures living in the nest my hair would be. Then entire time I thought of nothing but our trip. Since we had been back Edward had been nothing but friendly to me; nothing but brotherly. We hadn't even tried to escape from Alice to talk, much less have more fun. It was a complete disappointment.

Once it was completely dry I just stood in the middle of my bathroom, not sure what to do with myself. With another sigh I just went out to my bedroom and lay down, flicking my light off and relaxing into the sheets. I lie there for a while, just listening to the river and waiting for some semblance of sleep to come to me. It almost did too. I was teetering on the edge we all know so well, the place of absolute relaxation so close to sleep it's almost unbearable, when I heard the door squeak open before it closed again. I groaned, awake again. "What is it Alice?"

I felt the place beside me on the bed sink down just a bit too much for Alice's weight and opened my eyes, blinking a few times to help my eyes adjust. It was the white skin that I could see first, the soft glow. "Edward?"

"I'm sorry Bella, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You- you didn't." I stumbled in whisper, not sure what else to say.

Suddenly his face was right in front of mine and I could see perfectly, his flawless features shining in the darkness. "Is everything okay love?"

His breath washed aver me, the distinct smell of Edward making me shake a little, making my stomach tighten. "Y-es," I practically choked on the word, "Fine."

My favorite smile appeared on his lips and I could feel his chuckle, his eyes lighting up, his face staying only inches from mine, hovering over. My breath was ragged as I breathed him, extremely too happy with his proximity. "Oh good. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable," he paused, his fingers finding my face and running across my bottom lip, "Would I?"

"I don't think so…" I squeaked, hardly breathing at all now. What was going on? What was he doing? This wasn't like Edward. I mean, I wasn't complaining in the slightest… but still. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better baby. I just couldn't stay away anymore. I would have come earlier, but I heard the shower and figured you wouldn't enjoy that as much as I would. Does this suit you better?"

Now I wasn't breath. At all. I was too aware of what he was saying to even care about it. He WANTED to come into the shower with me? I was dazed as he smiled wickedly and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing mine. I managed to choke out a semi-answer to his question. "Yes. I suppose so."

"And what would you like I'm to do now that I'm here love?" He whispered quietly, his nose brushing mine again, his eyes full of… something. They seemed darker than normal, nearly black, with his lids hooding them well. A simply sexy look when coupled with his smile. "Hmm?"

I took in a shaky breath, my heart past my throat and someone in my head. I wasn't sure how to answer his question. Granted, I knew what I wanted, but how could I say that out loud? What if he wasn't trying to be as absolutely sexy as he was? What if this had nothing to do with my bed and everything to do with a talk? But then, what was with the 'loves' and 'baby'? I couldn't say something like that out loud! I took another breath in slowly, only one statement in my head. My voice squeaked when I spoke, "Surprise me?"

"How about I do something and you say yes or no, depending on whether or not you like it?"

I could only nod, a bad begging to say the least.

"Good," he whispered seconds before he leaned down and put his lips on mine gently, kissing me for a second, then pulling away just a little.

My heart was no longer beating in my head, it had completely stopped. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned back down, doing it again, only for long this time, his lips slowly gaining pressure, the kiss picking up in intensity. I slowly lifted my hand putting in on his neck. His thumb ran across my cheek, making me shiver as I pushed a little harder against his lips. I felt him sigh, his body coming to rest a bit more on my own. I pulled back, needing to breath and he continued to kiss his way down my jaw and over my neck where he stopped and licked my skin before stopping and waiting.

It took me a moment to say it. "Yes."

I felt him chuckle as he continued to kiss my neck. I tightened my grip on his neck before sighing happily. He laughed again, making his lips vibrate and tickle me. I tilted my head and he lifted his own to capture my lips again. I felt his hand slide down my neck and push the robe of my shoulder before he began tracing my collarbone. Oh god… I felt my lips turn up as I kissed him. I wanted this so bad and, from what he was doing at least, it seemed like he wanted me as well. He left my hips again my lips again and kissed down my chin and neck, to my shoulder. When he began tracing my collarbone with his tongue I didn't wait for him to stop. "Yes."

He kept going, his hand pushing off my other shoulder and hardly leaving my chest covered at all. He nibbled on my skin a little and I opened my eyes to look down at him, my entire body lit on fire. He smiled and grazed his teeth across my skin; the fire increased. HE was too gorgeous for words, and sexier than any other man that had ever existed.

"Bella," his voice was a whisper, sweeping across my skin, "you are so beautiful."

"Nothing compared to you." My observance made his shake his head, even as I lifted my hand to his cheek.

"Then you still don't see yourself clearly. Should I tell you again how beautiful you are? Make you believe it?"

"No." I wanted nothing but for him to kiss me again. It didn't matter what he found beautiful about me. The fact that he found me appealing at all was enough. Nothing else mattered.

"No? You don't want to hear about your beautiful body? Your perfect face?"

"No." I repeated simply.

"Then what DO you want?"

This time I didn't even hesitate, "I want you to keep going."

"Do you?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper. I felt his other hand, the one not on my neck, on my knee, climbing way too slowly up my thigh. Thank god for my robe and its easy removal. "Are you sure?"

I stared at him, making sure to put as much heat into my gaze as was possible for me. "Yes."

His smile heated and he went back to kissing my neck, his hand massaging about halfway up my thigh gently, making me close my eyes again and push my head into my pillow. He had the hands and lips of an angel. Hell, he had EVERYTHING of an angel. I would she he was an angel but what he was doing to me, no matter how good it felt, seemed far from saintly. His lips climbed back to my face and I captured them with my own; his hand climbed an inch. I sighed against him, allowing him full access to my mouth. He took it. His tongue touched my own, making a zap shoot through my mouth, his taste beyond extraordinary. A moan escaped without my permission as his hand climbed at inch higher while his tongue curled around my own. He pulled back, searching my face with a worried look. "No?"

I smile, against adding extra heat to my eyes again. "Yes."

He returned my smile, making me want to melt into my mattress. His hand massaged another inch now as his lips came back to mine, his tongue running across my bottom lip. I managed to bite back my moan this time and just twist my tongue around his happily. I could feel his fingers so close now, making me want to squirm and push down those last few inches, but now daring it. I pulled him closer so his chest was on mine, our heartbeats in synch. Our tongues danced together and I lifted the leg he was not massaging just a bit, my knee resting against his side. He pulled back and buried his face in my neck, kissing the skin before running his tongue over my gland. His hand was off my thigh moment before his fingers grazed my heat.

I gasped and felt him smile against my neck. "Are you sure?"

I could only nod, a little squeak coming out as my throat restricted around my 'yes'. His lips touched my skin as his finger traced little circles on my upper thigh. He lifted himself a little and stared into my eyes as his hand stopped moving. I held his gaze and felt his hand move, sliding gently over me, his fingers more like feathers than a human touch, yet I still felt it and shivered, not breathing again. He smiled at my reaction and ran his finger again, more pressure this time. My eyes closed automatically and I let out a sharp breath, pushing against him a bit. He chuckled, pushing on my swell, making me whimper a bit. He switched it with his thumb, rubbing me gently while he used the replaced finger to trace my rim slowly, causing my hips to buck a little and him to slip in.

He pushed it in a little further, his thumb still rubbing me. I pushed my head back into my pillow, my jaw working up and down while I held back my moans. He pushed deeper, causing one of the moans to escape and my nails to scratch Edward's neck a little. "Yes."

That sent him off, plunging his finger as far into me as it could go before pulling back, his thumb always rubbing me. I had only let out two more moans before he had covered my mouth with his. It was soon after this that he added a second finger. Even with my mouth blocked you could still hear my moans as I came, my entire body trembling as I dub my nails into his shoulder.

He pulled back as the final wave washed over me, his body no longer touching mine. I learned to breathe again as I trembled and shook, trying to calm down. I blinked a few times, making the white spots fade form my vision and looked over at the man who had just pleasured me so much; beside me sat the guy from the club, Mark.

I sat up, gasping as I opened my eyes wide and shook my head hard. Beside me, the bed was empty. I looked down, my breathing hard and struggling. My robe was tied into place, my shoulders covered. I could feel the sweat that covered my body. A dream? Are you kidding me? THAT had been a DREAM??

Taking a deep breath I shook my head again. Of course it had! That just didn't happen! Noticing how awake I was I looked over at my alarm; 5:30. Great. I tossed my covers off, needing a drink suddenly. I couldn't believe that I had just dreamed something like that! It was wrong, plain and simple. My feet slid to the floor and, when I stood, I noticed my legs were trembling. WRONG!

I trudged to the kitchen quietly, damning myself as I walked past Edward's door. I didn't' turn on the lights, just went to the freezer and pulled out the bottle of Vodka; cherry cheesecake it would be. After grabbing my cherry juice, a lemon, and the hazelnut from the fridge I quickly made my shot. I don't drink often, but sometimes its nice to have the stuff around when needed. Like when you wake up from an amazing sex dream about the guy in the next room who has been treating you as little more than a sister for a week after holding you and nearly kissing you just before that week began. I closed my eyes and lifted the sugared lemon to my lips.

"Do I get one?"

I nearly dropped the lemon as I whipped around, glaring up at Edward who was directly behind me. "God Edward; make some noise or something, would you? You scared me half to death!"

He chuckled softly and held his hands up. I shivered just looking at them, remembering what he had just done to me with…. no, what he HADN'T just done. "Sorry." He nodded at the shot on the counter beside me. "Can I have one?"

"Of course, get me a glass from the cupboard. I'll pour you one." My voice was trembling a bit, but I don't think he noticed.

He did as was told and I put in the cherry and hazelnut before topping it with the vodka, making the three level design. He took the sugared lemon I offered in his right hand, the glass in his left. "Cheers."

I nodded, taking some of the sugar off the lemon before throwing back the liquor and popping the lemon back in, mirroring Edwards every move exactly (we had done the same shots earlier this week). After tossing my lemon rind out I looked at him, remembering my dream. A shiver ripped down my spin again. He washed the glasses without a word, then just leaned back against the counter and watched me put the rest of the stuff away. When I stopped, I leaned against the counter across form him, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at the floor. It was hard to look at him after the nights… events. "So, what gets you up so early?"

"I haven't been to bed yet," he admitted. I looked at him for a second, noticing that he didn't really look tired. "I got caught up. What about you?"

"Dream woke me up." I was staring at the floor again, not able to really look at him.

"Freaked you out enough to take a shot," he pointed out, his voice carried an odd tone, "What was it about?"

"It doesn't matter," I sighted, my eyes burning a hold into the floor while my face lit up. It was still hard to believe that I could such things. Thank god the only light was coming from the various appliances and it was doubtful that he could see my blush.

I saw him move and looked up as he took a second step toward me. "Yes it does."

"Not, it really doesn't," I said as his foot landing right next to mine, putting us as close as he could be. He leaned forward, a hand grabbing the counter on either side of me. I could have leaned forward an inch and have been pushed up against his body. "Really."

He didn't smile as he stared down into me, his eyes unreadable and deep. "Tell me," he ordered in a whisper, making me shiver a little. "Please. I need to know."

"Need to?" I repeated, why would he NEED to hear anything?

He sighted, his breath smelling nothing like the liquor we had just consumed. "We need to talk Bella."

I laughed without thinking, too intoxicated by his presence to notice his seriousness. "We talk ALL the time, Edward. Since when do you need to state it to talk?"

He leaned a little closer. "Since I meant REALLY talk. No avoidance of the subject. No teasing and joking about the truth. We need to talk about it."

My breathing rate increased, my heart pounding in my head. "About what?"

He leaned a little closer still, his face only a few inches from my own. "You know what Bella. Don't play dumb."

I almost choked on my tongue. Oh god no. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what your talking about Edward," it was a squeaking whisper, hardly even considered a lie considering its transparency. I cleared my throat a little, my eyes unable to pull away from his no matter how hard they tried. "Tell me."

His voice was strained. "Bella, don't tease me right now. I need to know…"

"I'll tell you anything Edward if you would tell me what it is you want to hear," I whispered.

"I-" his voice seemed to catching in his throat as he searched my eyes, his face a picture of hurt. "Bella I-"

I lifted my hand, noticing that it was trembling as I laid it on his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into my palm and sighing again. I felt my stomach tighten. "Edward, tell me what you want."

He opened his eyes, which appeared a little calmer, not wide or hurt anymore. After hesitating for a minute he leaned down again, his breath filling my lungs as he kept getting closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel my heart in my chest, pounding against my ribs.

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