Happy weekend! Let's see how Bella did with her library time…

SM Owns Twilight… I own a fresh bunch of bananas. Hubs has no idea….

Put Your Hands On Me- Joss Stone

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Chapter 12: Fingers…spread.

BPOV

I couldn't believe my luck!

I'd be talking with him, intimately! Over biology, sure. But still! This was a semester long project!

My only reservations were that he was not nearly as enthusiastic as I was over this.

Sure, we had to share responsibilities for Flour Child. But that was easy really. I had been babysitting since I could look after myself back in Phoenix.

But to have more time with him, that was going to be thrilling.

And I couldn't wait to sit with him in the library and learn a little more about him.

Hear his voice. Maybe feel his fingers against mine again.

To feel him closer to me.

I blushed at the lingering warmth that still heated where he had touched. I had to step out of our volleyball game for a minute to hide in the bathroom. I grinned at that, humored by the fact that I needed a minute in the bathroom to control my sudden dirty thoughts of Edward Cullen.

Not like I'd touch myself in the stalls, I just needed to close my eyes and clear my head without getting it pummeled by a volleyball.

I may not have wanted to get too sweaty either.

I wanted to look decent for the library.

I was stepping through the door when I slammed face first into a solid wall of muscle.

"Easy there!"

I looked up in surprise at the deep voice, discovering the wall was a guy, coming out of the girl's restroom.

"What?" I stammered. "What are you doing in there?"

He looked down at me with wicked eyes, his cheeks dimpling up as he grinned. He looked like a six foot cherub with those cheeks and curly hair.

"No harm done, just got the wrong door," he replied playfully and looked back past me. "Skipping out of volleyball?"

I pulled away from him so that he could step past me and let me pass.

"None of your business," I replied haughtily.

"Or are you needing a few minutes alone?" he continued, his voice even more wicked than his wiggling eyebrows.

"Eww," I replied disgustedly. "You're a perverted ass."

I pushed past him, trying to ignore his loud laughter. As soon as I passed the sinks, I saw what he had been in here for.

She was pulling her long blond hair back into a tight ponytail. She glanced at me for a second with a cool calculated glare before returning to her hair. I looked away from her, needing no reminder that the likes of her would always get the hot guys on the football team.

Even if they were jerks.

Cheerleaders always got whom they wanted.

I slumped into the stall, my high from my brief moment with Edward quickly depleted by thoughts of doubt.

Would he think me strange if I asked him out?

I wondered if there were tucked away cubicles in the library that fit two.

Shaking my head, I closed it and tried to think of something benign to concentrate on, so I wouldn't think about Edward Cullen.

But no matter what, everything went back to him.

Like the Seven degrees of Edward Cullen.

The bathroom was a mess… I wondered what the boy's bathroom looked like. And that drew me to him.

I was starving, having only had a banana for lunch. Yep… Edward.

My gym shirt was too tight… my left nipple was rebelling. Edward's bicep made it do that.

I needed to shave. I had stubble starting on my knee. And elsewhere needed some serious attention….I wondered if Edward liked waxed or shaved.

I groaned and huffed back out of the restroom, feeling more pent up than I had before.

Perhaps playing a danger sport like volleyball would help.

As long as I didn't get sweaty.

Three failed attempts at trying to hit the ball and feigning a hurt wrist, they blessedly benched me.

Which didn't help my idle thoughts, especially when I looked to the far end of the gym to catch that giant football player leaning in to whisper to the head cheerleader. I watched as his hand drifted up her short skirt, closer to her ass, and her heated look as he touched her.

So not fair…

They should get a room.

I should take notes.

Skirts= good access.

I didn't own any skirts. Figures.

I turned away from the sick public display of jock love and watched the clock instead.

I was not obsessing about meeting him in the library.

Not at all.

Why did time slow down when you had someplace you wanted to be?

It was an unbearably long fifteen minutes of sitting in the hot gym before Coach Clapp finally let us go change.

I think he was impressed by my sprint.

I could move when I wanted to.

And now I wanted to move as quickly as I could to the library.

Couldn't be late. What if he thought I stood him up and left before I got there?

I rushed to get my clothes on, cursing my shoelaces when they wouldn't cooperate quickly enough. Grabbing the flour child and my backpack, a dashed across the quad lawn, not caring about the drizzle. I slipped slightly at the entrance to the library, my sneakers still wet. I ignored the scowl from the librarian and instead looked around to see if he was here yet.

Still five minutes before the last dismissal bell.

Maybe he was still in class.

Where to wait?

The front tables looked too eager.

And too out in the open.

Cubicles then.

Nope, they were strategically placed so the front desk could keep an eye on dirty minded high schoolers.

This place was tough on intimate!

I walked around towards the reference section, grinning when I found the small table by the Science section.

It was like it was meant to be.

I smiled widely and readjusted the seats so I could see the front door from where I sat. I could see him come in and wave him down.

But not too enthusiastically.

I didn't want to look desperate.

I wasn't. Just a little excited.

All right, all lot excited, but that wasn't a bad thing.

I pulled out all the materials we'd need. The mystery envelope was tempting to open and read. But I'd wait for him. This was a partnership, after all.

The bell rang. My nerves shot up, making me too warm in my sweatshirt. I slipped it off and fluffed at my hair a little, hoping it hadn't frizzed out in the rain.

Five minutes.

Maybe he had to use the restroom. It seemed his usual thing.

I wondered what he did in there.

I felt my cheeks warm up at the raunchy thoughts I had. I'm sure he didn't jack off here in school. Unless he liked it in public places.

Hmmm. That would be crazy. And hot. Until my dad was called in on us.

I shook my head and straightened my papers again for the tenth time.

He wasn't really late. It took time to get from class to the opposite end of school.

Unless you ran.

I hadn't really run. More like speed walked.

Ten minutes late.

I had to distract myself. I could already feel the depressive emotions filtering in at being stood up.

I'd just peek at the profiles.

Maybe.

No.

Wait.

Move around, maybe you missed him.

I stood and peeked past the bookshelves.

It was still just the old lady at the front desk and I.

I shouldn't look like I'm waiting. I should look like I'm busy.

I'll look for books for our research.

I should look at the profile.

He wouldn't mind, right?

I should wait.

Maybe get a book down on the reproductive system.

We can look at diagrams of penises and vaginas. Ewww. Like really bad porn.

Look busy.

Of course the biology books are up high.

And the ladder in the aisle looked older than the librarian.

Just grab a geology book. It was low on the shelves.

I should just open the envelope. Screw him.

If only.

I was reaching for a book on the upper shelf when I heard someone behind me. A flash of bronze and a soft noise and I startled, my foot slipping on the rung.

I wasn't prepared for him showing up like he just magically appeared. Materialized.

Directly behind me.

Hair mussed worse than usual.

Eyes searching me out.

With me falling.

Figuratively and literally.

I was never very coordinated for thinking and climbing and gasping.

But his arms were around me. And suddenly nothing else mattered in the world.

Everything seemed to slow down and I felt everything in that spit second.

The heat of him against my back, powerful and hard along the length of me.

Hands. Fingers spread out.

On my hip, his thumb just underneath my waistband.

Fingers.

Enveloping.

Nipple… God that feels…

Did I just moan?

My neck was warm from his breath. Closer.

Oh my God he's against me. Pushing. Holding. Push back.

Feeling. Tingling. Hotter.

Hard. Getting harder.

Fingers moving. Tracing. Touching.

Oh dear God, yes.

Please.

Moving.

Wait.

Stumbling.

"I gotta go."

I…wait…

Take a breath.

Inhale. Open your eyes.

The last thing I saw was him looking over his shoulder as he stumbled down the aisle way and then fled through the doors of the library like I was Medusa.

And then gone.

Leaving me breathless and trembling as I never have before.

What.

The.

Fuck?

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AN: You can be sure Bella's going to be freaking out now.

These two need an intervention….

More soon. If I can get some more written tonight, I will try to post an extra chapter tomorrow, so we can be back on track with Edward on Monday. We'll see.

Until then. Have a great weekend!

MWAH!

steph