A/N: Hey guys, I know I said I'd update yesterday but I was out a bit later than intended and got home around my usual sleeptime therefore I clonked out. Sorry about that. Hopefully the lemon helps with the forgiveness process...

Maybe it was that I'd over-analyzed things too much over the past few days. Maybe I chickened out. Maybe I wanted to leave the relationship before it even formed. I don't know. But whatever it was, it'd given me a new mentality. A safer mentality.

"What do you think about this?" I asked Alice, holding the dress up to my body and twirling. She huffed.

"Don't avoid, Bella! I asked you a question."

"Alice, it's just a summer thing ok? We both know what we're doing. We know what we are."

"You told me you got him to ask you to be his girlfriend!"

"I'm sleeping with him, labels make me feel less sleezy," I insisted, pulling more clothes from the rack.

"Bella,"she said siply, grabbing my hand to pause me.

"Alice," I retorted. "Maybe I wanted something more at first. But I know his type, ok? This is just sex and fun for him. I'm not gonna fall for it. I'm gonna get my sex and have some fun and in two weeks, I'm going home. Alone." I gave her a look that ended the conversation and made my way to the dressing room.

BL

Edward kissed down the column of my throat, dipping his tongue into the indents of my collarbone, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.

His hand pressed into my shoulder, guiding me back on the bed as he moved over me. I latched onto his hair and pulled his mouth to me, devouring his lips, savoring the sweet taste of his tongue as he navigated between my legs, pushing against me as I grinded into him shamelessly.

"I want you so bad," he whispered breathlessly between kisses.

"Mmm. Mmhmm," I agreed.

His shirt was ripped from his body by eager hands, my skirt was lifted, my underwear destroyed by his grip. I unbuckled his pants with all due haste and pushed them from his body as he shoved my tank up and over my head. His mouth was on my chest, his lips tugging at my nipple as his tongue swirled around it eagerly. My grip on his hair must've been painful as I arched my back and choked out his name. "Please," I whimpered as his mouth continued its sweet torture on my breasts.

"Please what?" he teased, as he often liked to do.

"Fuck m-" my voice cut off with a moan as his fingers slipped down and started to rub my clit in tight, quick circles.

"What do you want, baby? Say the word," he demanded of me in a voice that was a borderline growl. I'd found that when Edward reached a certain level of horny, he lost control. Then came the dirty talk which I loved.

His lips were at my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Tell me how much you want this." And he took my hand and lead it to his cock, groaning when I gripped it firmly. "Fuck, Bella, say it," he groaned out when I began to slowly move my hand up and down his length. He rubbed my clit furiously in response to my hesitation.

"Fuck Edward, I want your cock. Please," I surrendered.

I whimpered once more and was met with his smirk. He kept his eyes on me as he pushed my legs farther apart and raised my knees, lining himself up with my entrance. He leaned down to kiss me, grabbing my hands and latching onto them, locking them together at the sides of my head, pinning me beneath him. And then, as his tongue entered my mouth, he thrust into me.

"You feel so fucking good," was whispered against my lips. "Always so tight and wet for me, Bella." He was more talking to himself than me, thrusting with a vigor that made me cry out with his every move and grind my hips up into him hard.

"Ungh, Edward," I breathed, my legs locking around his waist.

"You feel what you do to me, Bella?" he asked as his hips pushed forward with a blinding force that made me mewl like a cat. "How fucking hard I am for you? Just for you." He was speaking into my ear, his chest periodically rubbing against my nipples as he moved, creating delicious frictions between our bodies. "Because of this pussy and how fucking sexy you are."

"Edward," I moaned loudly.

"That's what I love to hear." He was panting into my ear, breathless, which only served to turn me on even more to see the exhaustion from him as he pounded into me with a wildness he'd never used before. "You screaming my name as I fuck your pussy." I let out a weird squeak and my back bowed from the bed as a familiar wave passed over me. "And that sound. Right fucking there...is how I know when this pussy," he emphasized the word with a sharp thrust. "Is about to come all over my fucking cock."

"Edward!" I screamed, gripping his hands, my nails digging into his skin as I squirmed beneath him, my body being taken over my wave upon wave of sweet release.

He thrust into me a few times more before he buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned and grunted out his release, quaking above me as he let go. "God, Washington," he panted, our sweaty bodied sticking together.

BL

"Bella," he said as he came from the bathroom, pulling his short over his head. His hair was wet from his shower.

"Yea?"

"You were right the other day. In bed." He pulled his pants on and buttoned them, sitting on the bed. I pulled the sheets up around me and sat up against the headboard.

"What are you talking about?"

"About me having done this before." He crawled beside me and kissed my forehead, pushing hair back.

"I know," I laughed, pushing his wet hair away from his eyes. "At least tell me the restaurant line was true."

"You're the first girl I've taken there, I swear," he smiled, pulling me into his side.

"Let's not make this complicated."

"Is that why you do it? You hate complications?" What he said next, I had to agree with.

"Doesn't everybody?"

A/N: These mood swings are giving me whiplash.