Hello again my dears! Happy Friday!

This one is a tad short… I blame Berlin Rob… JS.

Play Me Play Me- Veronika Harcsa

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Chapter 46: I was bound and determined to behave.

BPOV

On the drive towards Edward's house, I battled with myself over what I wanted.

I wanted Edward.

Having my hand on his thigh made me want him more.

But I also wanted him to be happy.

And I could see him struggling to behave around me.

I still didn't understand why he wanted to behave.

Well, I did. But I was a little selfish in that regard too.

I wanted him.

And I wanted him to enjoy that which he thought was so morally wrong.

Not the weird mind fuck that he had undergone with what's her name and his dad. But the pleasure that comes from two people who like each other.

Unfortunately, Edward had put himself on some restricted behavioural block that made him overly cautious around me.

As much as the night before had pushed our relationship into something more like the horny teenagers we were, I could still see his reservations.

It made me think twice about simply straddling him in the car and begging him to take me.

He had too much guilt over his thoughts and the acts themselves.

So I mentally checked myself and struggled to think of all the things we could do instead.

Talk.

Listen to music.

Cuddle.

I was bound and determined to behave.

When really the idea of being bound made me think of other things.

"You're awfully quiet," he said from the driver's seat.

I looked up and smiled.

"Just trying to think of what we can do tonight," I replied, watching his lips turn up in a wicked smirk.

"And what did you think of?" he asked, still smirking.

I pursed my lips at him and pretended to be perturbed.

"Well, I don't know," I replied. "You'll just have to entertain me."

He let out a long breath and looked back at the road, turning off in to the driveway. I remained quiet beside him as we parked in the garage. He glanced at the other car beside him and sighed.

"My mom is here," he announced and looked back at me with defeated eyes.

"There's plenty to do even with your mom here, Edward," I chided and squeezed his leg.

He looked down at my hand and shook his head.

"Not when you do that, Bella."

"Sorry," I mumbled, but couldn't help the chuckle when he let out a soft groan and slipped out of the car.

We walked in together, Edward's arm around my waist. We didn't immediately find Esme until we heard her come down the stairs. She smiled at the both of us and leaned in to hug Edward.

"I was just on the phone with Alice," she explained and pulled away to offer me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry Carlisle came in. He must have startled you."

"It's okay, Mrs. Cullen," I said dismissively. "He wasn't there to see me."

She frowned and glanced back at Edward. He nodded.

"We know about Jasper being Alice's husband, Mom. Thanks for warning me," he said, a little gruff.

She shook her head quickly, her eyes wide.

"I didn't mean it like that, Edward. I just didn't know what you had told Bella," she explained and looked back at me worriedly.

I put a calming hand on Edward.

"I know about Alice, Mrs. Cullen. I know enough about what is happening, I think," I said and glanced back at Edward.

"Well, that's good," Esme replied and looked between the two of us before she smiled. "I guess I'll leave you two alone for a while. Let me know if you want anything to eat. Or anything."

She disappeared into the dining room, leaving Edward and I alone at the bottom of the stairs. He glanced up towards his room for only a moment before looking back at me.

"Do you like the piano?" he asked, catching me a little off guard with his question.

"Um, yes?" I replied, confused.

He grinned and steered me towards the back of the house, away from the kitchen and the bedrooms. I hadn't been to this part of the house before, and when he opened up the door leading to a music room, I was amazed by just how big this house really was. The music room was sparsely furnished, a giant sleek grand piano in the center.

Nothing else.

"Come sit with me," he whispered in my ear and lead me to the bench at the piano.

"You play?" I asked, feeling my heart speed up.

The idea that he played just seemed romantic.

He sat down easily and patted the side of the bench for me. I slid in next to him, unsure how much room he needed to play. His smile mesmerized me and he pulled me a little closer. His lips brushed across my lips for only a moment. And then he was leaning over the piano, the most beautiful music coming from his fingertips.

I had never really watched anyone play the piano.

I had some classical music I listened to when I needed to study.

But watching someone play was something else.

Every finger on a key, the gentle brushing across ivory.

The notes as they struck and resonated.

And then Edward as he leaned and hovered over the keyboard. Concentrating with a sense of calm and serenity. He was graceful as he swayed and stroked the keys.

He had a gentle touch.

Until the music swelled and then his body stiffened, lips pouted, fingers flexed.

And I was holding my breath at the intensity of his playing.

Beautiful.

As the last note echoed in the air, his fingers paused over the keys, his head bowed down to look at the keys in silent reflection. I didn't want to move for fear of ruining the moment. He let out a soft breath and tipped his head towards me, a ghost of a smile on his face as he regarded me.

"It was beautiful," I whispered.

His smile turned shy and he fingered a few keys as he regarded me thoughtfully. I leaned in out of instinct and kissed him, feeling him lean in towards me when our lips touched. I kissed him slowly, wanting him to know I enjoyed the here and now.

Being with him, in whatever manner we could was enough.

When he pulled away, his eyes were closed and he was smiling.

"I could do that all night long," he whispered.

I leaned into him and held him close as he played a few more pieces, laughing when he'd mess up, drawing me closer when I would try and pull away. It wasn't until he noticed Esme in the doorway that he pulled away a little more, clearing his throat. She waved at us dismissively and stepped into the room, smiling at the two of us.

"I just wanted to let you know I have to go see Alice," she said and then frowned. "I just mean that she asked me over for drinks with them."

I felt Edward stiffen a little and turn towards her.

"Do you want me to take Bella home?" he asked, his voice clearly a little panicked.

She shook her head and raised her eyebrow at both of us.

"No, just behave yourselves while I'm gone," she replied dryly. "I'll be home a little late, but don't keep Bella up for too long. She looks a little tired."

Edward shifted beside me again and glanced back at me for a moment before nodding to his mom.

"I won't keep her late. We'll behave," he replied and snuck a wink at me when his mother wasn't looking.

She made a noise like a grunt and turned to leave, disappearing down the hall before we heard a door close. It was quiet for a few minutes before Edward turned back towards me.

"Where were we?" he whispered and leaned in to kiss me again, his hands reaching for me to pull me closer to him. I followed his lead and moved over his legs to straddle his thighs, a deep-throated moan escaping his lips before they attacked me with more passion.

I felt his hands move over my back until he gripped my hips, tugging me over him until we both broke away from the kiss, enjoying the feeling of our bodies as they connected. Edward's eyes searched for mine, so many emotions warring inside. His hands pulled at me, moving me against him again until his eyes closed and he let out a long groan.

"I want you," he growled and held me still against him as he breathed. I moaned against his ear at his words.

He had no idea what those words did to my will to behave.

My hands found their way to his head, finding his lips and moving with him there on the bench. My ass hit the keys, creating a load racket as he pushed me against it. He laughed into my cheek and pressed me into the piano again, the noise a little louder when I practically sat on the keys. I let one hand press against the lower keys to steady myself, making a sort of harmony with the middle notes my rear played.

Edward kissed me along the jaw, humming as I made so much noise from my body as it moved, his grin widening even as he nipped at my skin with his lips and teeth. His hands searched me out, one holding me firmly by the hip, the other disappearing into my shirt. I felt his fingertips along the strap of my bra, slowly pulling at it to edge my bra down. I whimpered when one lone finger slipped underneath the fabric, searching out a nipple.

He had me wound up so tight, he could probably have played me and I would have sounded musical from his fingers.

I was panting against him, wishing he'd just throw me over his shoulder and take me up to his room.

"Hello?"

Our heads shot up at the sound, Edward's snapping to the door with a menacing look. I took a few steadying breaths, wondering who the voice belonged to.

"Mom?"

I recognized it as Emmett just as he rounded the corner and peeked into the room, his eyes widening with his smile before he looked back the way he had come. When he turned back to us, he nodded to Edward and smirked.

"Mom gone?" he asked.

"For a little while," Edward grumbled, sliding me a little closer to him, making a few notes ring out as my body slid off the keys.

Emmett chuckled and shook his head.

"Mom will kill you if you scratch up her piano, dude," he teased and then glanced back down the hall. "How long will she be?"

"A few hours, why?" Edward asked, tensing under me.

"No reason," Emmett shot back. "But if you hear a ruckus upstairs, don't come a knocking!"

And then he was gone and we heard a distinct female laugh down the hall.

"Shit," Edward grumbled and set my to the side on the bench.

He fingered the keys and ran a hand through his hair before looking at me, a little bashful.

"So much for hiding up in my room," he said glumly.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, you know what he's doing right now," he said haltingly and looked at me carefully.

"How does that affect what we do?"

He sighed and shrugged.

"Do you really want to go up there and hear that?" he said uncomfortably.

I stood and held out my hand for him, smiling.

"You have a stereo up there, right?" I asked. He nodded. "Then why should Emmett get all the fun?"

Edward sat there looking at me for a moment, his mouth open. I wiggled my fingers at him, his hand slowly taking mine as he realized what I wanted. And then he grinned, jumping to his feet to pull me along out of the room and down the hall. He practically picked me up to carry me up the steps as we laughed and hurried up to his room.

As soon as his door was closed, I turned to see him leaning against the door, his eyes on me.

I held my breath at the possessive look on his face.

"So," he said, his voice low.

I raised my eyebrow and took a slow step back towards the bed. His eyes tracked me as I moved, the lazy smile creeping up one side of his mouth when he saw me slide a hand to my waist, my shirt rising just a little to show off my bare stomach. His tongue peeked out from between his lips, his hands flexing on the door for only a second before I heard the loud click of the lock.

"What do you want to do now?" he continued, remaining glued to the door.

I turned away from him with a smile on my face, climbing up onto his giant bed before looking back over my shoulder at him.

Oh, I had some ideas.

Behave? With a locked door and a big bed.

No way.

Time to see if his bed squeaked.

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AN: Yep… I left it there. It's been a crazy busy week. And with Rob making a show today in Berlin, what can I say…. I was a wee bit distracted today… but with that comes a nice EPOV tomorrow… mmmhmm. I know how you all love those EPOVs!

More tomorrow, will probably be late like this was… just trying to catch up.

MWAH!

steph