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Happier times. A little time jump… Hope you enjoy!

Oh and unedited…. I'm too flustered by Cannes Rob to concentrate.

We Found Love- Rhianna

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Chapter 68: Biology, Bella.

BPOV

He was watching me from across the table.

That way.

It was a good thing Charlie had finally warmed up to Emmett, because if they weren't engrossed in talking about football, Charlie would definitely know Edward was being a very, very dirty boy.

Damn if that smouldering look couldn't make me clench from across the table.

Esme and Alice on the other hand knew exactly what was up it seemed.

"Bella made dessert," Esme said to no one in particular. "Edward, why don't you go pull out the ice cream so it has a couple of minutes to soften."

Soften.

Ha.

I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

Soft and Edward never went hand in hand.

But all the things you can do with ice cream were well in his arena.

Ice cream on the stomach.

In between my breasts. Or even a Double Scoop.

All the better to lap it up.

I could swear Jasper was getting ready to start whistling that stupid song again, judging by the look he was giving us as he watched the interaction. Alice chuckled beside Esme and patted her on the hand, as if to say she had warned her. Edward excused himself and discreetly adjusted as he made his way to the kitchen.

We needed a little time to ourselves.

"What did you make for dessert, Bells?" Charlie asked, pulling away from the world of rushing yards and whatever and reminding me of the people around me instead of the man in the kitchen.

"I made pie," I said, grinning.

"Apple or cherry?" Emmett asked, smirking.

"Apple of course. I am not a cherry kind of girl," I shot back, raising my eyebrow back at him.

And that was Jasper's cue to start humming.

We were a bunch of perverts.

And I was perfectly fine with that.

"Pour some sugar on me," Emmett said, nodding to Jasper.

I looked at Emmett strangely.

That was the weirdest request ever.

"What?" he said when he noticed me looking at him. "It's a great song!"

I looked back over at Jasper and he was shaking his head, trying hard not to laugh.

"That's the song you are always whistling to?" I asked.

Why wasn't I surprised?

He shrugged.

"It's my distraction song," he replied.

I understood then. All those times he got nervous, it was his coping mechanism.

A bad 80's song. I bet Jasper had long hair when he was a teenager.

"A bunch of loud music and weird hair, the 80's," Charlie retorted.

Esme raised her eyebrow at him.

"And I guess you were a good old country boy?" she asked.

He put his hand on his heart like she had struck him.

"You can't say bad things about the Oak Ridge Boys," he replied, grinning.

"I liked Journey and Chicago," Esme retorted.

"And Air Supply," Alice piped in, laughing. "Nothing like some good romantic music in the backseat of the car on a summer night!"

"I'll go get some plates and see if Edward needs a hand," I announced, blushing a little when Esme smirked at me.

We were a bunch of smirky, perverted folks.

Yep.

"Grab me another drink while you're in there, Bells!" Charlie called out on his way to the living room with Emmett and Jasper.

Ah gametime.

In more ways than one.

I hoped to do a little tackling with Edward.

I stepped into the kitchen to find Edward leaned against the counter, a spoon in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out slightly before he pulled the spoon out slowly.

Dear lord that man and his spoons.

"Do you think they'll miss us if we disappear for an hour?" he asked, grinning. "With the ice cream?"

I laughed softly and leaned into him, kissing his lips to see if he had snuck some vanilla ice cream.

Mmmm.

Vanilla and Edward.

Jasper was right.

Vanilla complimented so many flavors.

He hummed against my lips and held me close, enjoying the moment to us. His tongue snuck out, running over my bottom lip before he searched me out, more brazen than I would have taken him for, given everyone just outside the kitchen door.

I heard Esme coming before she actually entered, making enough noise clearing the table to give us a few seconds warning to break apart. With a sigh I pulled away and busied myself with pulling out the pies from the warm oven.

"Those look amazing, Bella!" Esme exclaimed as she passed, her hands full with dishes from dinner.

Edward jumped in to help his mother, who patted him gently on the cheek and smiled warmly.

"I hope so," I said. "I made so many this last week I feel like its automatic now."

"Jasper said his business quadrupled for Thanksgiving because of your pastries and pies," Alice said as she walked in with the remaining dishes.

I smiled at that.

It felt good to be as busy as I was the last week or so. I had worked every afternoon after school leading up to Thanksgiving, including helping out early this morning with Jasper on the last few orders.

The extra hours certainly helped in inflating my very small college fund.

But it kept me away from Edward, which certainly was a downside.

"I can't wait to have some of your pie," Edward whispered against my ear as he passed, his eyes wicked.

"Manners, Edward," Esme chided, smacking him across the back of the head lightly.

He raised his eyebrows and put his hands up in surrender.

"What? I like apple pie! I'm excited to have some! I love Bella's pie," he replied winking at me.

I snorted at his double meaning.

Dirty, dirty boy.

I really wanted to drag him off somewhere.

Pie sampling was a definite green light at the moment.

I had missed seeing him all week. Had missed feeling him even more.

The last few weeks had been difficult to find any time alone with him.

Funerals, managing to overcome the loss of Dr. Creepy, and just daily life had made it difficult. The only time we really saw one another lately was at dinner when Esme invited us over, or at school. The janitor's closet was really tempting most days.

Of course that was if we even felt like getting close. I found myself distracted and more reflective on life after the accident, and I wanted to give Edward the space he needed. Edward had been trying to deal with his feelings, seeing Alice a couple times a week to talk out his guilt. It had been a somber few weeks.

It wasn't until today that I had even really seen a genuine smile on Edward's face.

I had woken up fearing that with the holiday, the Cullens would be even more melancholy.

Imagine my surprise when Charlie and I arrived to bright smiles and a very passionate kiss by Edward.

One that earned him a loud clearing of the throat by Charlie.

Some things don't change.

Charlie and Edward had grown so much closer since the accident, but Charlie still gave Edward a hard time now and again.

But the day had been incredible.

A turning point in our lives.

Esme had made a huge feast for Thanksgiving dinner, inviting Alice and Jasper over as well as us. Having never been in a large family, it was a lot to take in as we had sat down to eat.

But the best thing was the smiles.

So much better than what we had been dealing with.

"Are you and Edward going out later?" Esme asked while she helped me plate up dessert.

I glanced over at Edward, who was nodding behind Esme's back.

"Um, yeah, probably," I replied, wondering what Edward was up to.

Esme simply smiled and took a few plates loaded up with dessert to the living room.

I eyed Edward suspiciously but he simply grinned and leaned in to offer me a quick kiss before taking a plate of my pie.

He was up to something.

I hoped it included ice cream now.

We settled into the living room to eat our pie, Edward scraping his plate clean with a flourish when he had finished his pie.

"Tell me there's more," Emmett said, winking at me.

"Bella's pie is all mine, loser," Edward replied and raced Emmett to the kitchen.

"I'd say dessert was a success!" Jasper said, laughing.

"Can't ever say no to Bella's pie," Charlie said, oblivious to the snorts around the room, or the furious blush from me.

Perverted.

We sat around enjoying the after effects of such a large meal, letting it settle before anyone did anything else. As soon as the game was over, it was Emmett and Charlie's cue to move onto something else.

"Yes, you can go see Rose," Esme said with an exasperated sigh when Emmett glanced at his watch for the tenth time in less than two minutes.

"I should shove off too," Charlie said, standing. "I have to work the overnight tonight."

He looked over at Edward for a moment.

"Can you drive Bella home?" he asked, eyeing him intently, moustache wiggling.

Was that a lawman signal for take her home but don't drive my girl?

Edward simply smiled and held me a little closer.

"Of course I can drive her home, sir. No problem," he replied.

Charlie looked between the two of us for a second and sighed.

"Well, just behave yourselves," he said and left it at that.

Oh we'd behave.

Charlie said his goodbyes and followed Emmett outside. I slowly got up to help Esme with the dishes but she waved me off, grinning.

"I really don't mind," I said, offering to help clean up.

She shook her head, looking over at Edward with a beaming smile.

"No, you two go do something fun," she said and then wagged her finger at Edward. "Just mind your manners."

Edward rolled his eyes and slowly stood, wrapping his arms around me possessively.

"When have I ever been disrespectful?" he asked, leaning over to look at me.

I blushed and tried hard not to answer that.

Not talking to me that first day in Bio.

Looking down my shirt when he walked me there.

Groping me in the library.

Standing me up… a few times.

Climbing into my window unannounced.

"You are quite the gentleman," I said instead, thinking of all the times that he was.

They far outweighed the times he was not before we ever became anything.

Esme snorted and looked at me as if she knew he had his days.

But truly Edward was perfect to me.

"Home late?" she asked as we put our coats on.

"I hope so," he teased, making me blush again.

"See? Manners, Edward!" she exclaimed and reached out to give me a hug. "I hope he behaves, sweetie. And thank you for coming. It was wonderful having you and your father here tonight."

She hugged me a little tighter, feeling her emotions creep in, as I knew they would. I hugged her back and mumbled my thanks to her, knowing that if we didn't leave soon, one or both of us would be crying.

Edward gently pulled me away and got me through the door, the both of us waving to Alice and Jasper before he closed the door and let out a long breath.

"That went much better than I thought it would," he murmured, pulling me close.

I let him lead me down the steps to his car, smiling when he opened up my door with a flourish.

"Always the gentleman," I teased and slid into the seat, enjoying his smile as he closed the door and walked around to get in himself.

He started up the car and turned to grin.

"So," I said haltingly, "where are we going?"

"Anywhere, nowhere, wherever," he said, his eyes dancing.

I narrowed my eyes at him and watched for any sign of him cracking.

But he only laughed and turned back to put the car in gear, pulling away from his house.

"What are you up to?" I said, teasing.

He shook his head and laughed, refusing to answer.

I let out an exasperated breath and let him take me wherever he had intended.

I wouldn't be able to get it out of him, and he seemed extremely giddy to get me to wherever he was taking me. I smiled out the side window at the idea that he was coming around again.

It was always nice seeing him smile.

So I'd let him surprise me, even though I hated surprises.

It didn't take long to figure out where he was going.

There were only a few places in Forks after all.

But I never imagined he'd be taking me to school.

I raised my eyebrow at him when he parked and shut off the motor.

"Edward?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

He stepped out of the car and came around to open mine, still grinning.

"Edward, what are we doing at school?" I asked as he pulled me toward the gate that closed off the corridors during the weekend.

"I wanted to take you to where we first met," he said, winking when the gate opened just enough to slide through.

"How?" I asked as he slipped through, his hand reaching out to help me.

"I have my ways," he said and helped me through.

"Don't they have cameras or dogs or something?" I asked, nervous.

He shook his head and laughed.

"I don't think so," he said and his eyes gleamed. "Besides, you know me and the thrill of being caught."

My eyes widened and I slowed down beside him slightly, making him slow down and turn to walk backwards.

Damn him and his kinky ways that made me hot…

And had me thinking all sorts of dirty things we could do in the school.

Things that would put Emmett to shame.

Janitor's closets. On the principal's desk. In the library. Hell even the bathrooms. I was game.

I hadn't thought about this every day since I first met him.

No. Absolutely not.

But he had an agenda.

Kinky boy that he was, it was sure to be good.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, feeling myself get worked up with adrenaline and simultaneously feeling aroused.

"Biology, Bella," he said, his voice much lower now.

.

He pulled me along, down the long corridor that lead to our Biology room. He stopped about halfway down, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining in the dark hall.

"This is where I first met you," he whispered. "And where I first realized that you were going to change everything in my life."

He kissed me again, holding me close against him as I felt all his emotions seep into that kiss.

They always talk about kisses leaving you breathless.

But I never really felt that before.

It's not just because of breathing.

You can breath out of your nose or whatever.

Usually.

But when a kiss takes a hold of you when you forget to breathe…

And when a kiss puts every bit of feeling into it.

That's what leaves you breathless.

I was breathless.

Edward made me so.

He pulled away, his eyes heavy and his lips turned up in a happy smirk as he watched me take a breath finally and sway in his grasp.

He was dazzling.

And he was there holding me. Edward was mine.

"I don't ever want to let you go," he murmured softly. "I want to keep you close, and never be without you again."

I chuckled and pulled him a little closer.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, confused when he started to frown and look down bashfully.

"Say you'll come with me when we graduate," he said, his voice low and rough with nerves.

I blinked and realized that must have been something he worried about.

Leaving for college.

While I stayed behind.

I hadn't even really thought about it in the last few weeks, with everything going on. Tanya had tempted me with that damn scholarship, but now it was all on me to find my way.

I didn't know if I could even afford just to work and live with him.

"You mean live with you?" I asked, cringing the way it sounded.

He looked up at my, his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he glanced away again.

"I want forever with you, Bella," he whispered.

His forehead leaned against mine, a long breath fanning across me.

"Come with me," he whispered. "Be mine. I want you with me, always."

"What about school? Or work?" I asked, feeling him tense. "I want to come with you, Edward. But how?"

"It'll be taken care of," he said, pulling away to look into my eyes. "Esme is already talking about getting a place in Seattle for me so we'd have a place to stay. I can take care of you, Bella."

I didn't know what to say.

I wanted to be with him always.

Of course.

But part of me wanted to do it on my own too.

"Don't over think this, Bella," he pleaded quietly, his eyes staring intently. "You took care of me. Let me take care of you now. I want forever with you. We can do this together. We found each other. Let's not ruin it simply because I'm going away to school. Come away with me."

"Okay," I said, laughing when his eyes widened at my answer.

"Really?" he said, dumbfounded. "I swore you were going to be much harder to convince!"

He pulled me in for another kiss, this one more searing than the last.

Breathless twice in one night.

Only Edward could do that.

"Is that why Esme was acting the way she was?" I asked finally when he pulled away to let me breathe.

He chuckled nervously and tugged at his hair, glancing down shyly.

"Um, this is going to sound bad," he said as he fidgeted. "I think she thought I was going to ask you to marry me or something like that."

I looked at him, shocked.

"Not that I don't want that," he said hurriedly, misjudging my reaction. "I want to marry you. I think about it a lot. So much it scares me sometimes."

"It's just a little soon," I replied, watching his face visibly relax.

"I want forever with you, Bella," he whispered. "But I'll propose to you properly in a better place than in the hallway of our high school. For now, I'm pledging forever and we'll make it official when the time is right. I just want you to come with me, to Seattle so we can be together. I'll take care of you."

I hugged him tight, knowing that he would. Esme worried about him being good. But I knew from the beginning that he was a good person.

"Forever, Bella," he whispered softly and kissed me along my hairline, whispering my name over and over again.

Who knew, a few months ago, when Mr. Varner asked him to walk me to class, that we'd end up here?

"I'm glad you brought me here," I said into his shoulder.

"Really? You're not upset about maybe getting caught?" he asked, and I could hear the humor in his voice.

I looked up at him and scowled.

"And you know who it would be to catch us, right?" I asked.

He simply grinned and intertwined his fingers in mine.

"Do you think he'd put me in jail for breaking in to tell you how much I loved you?" he asked.

"Well at least you didn't try to mess around," I said, hearing him laugh again.

I raised my eyebrow at him questioningly.

And his eyes were gleaming again as he pulled me down the hall towards our classroom.

"It's going to be locked, Edward," I said, hoping perhaps it wouldn't be.

Wouldn't that be nice. How many times had I daydreamed about him messing around with me in class?

I could be a little perverted too, right?

He just smiled and continued down the hall, until we reached the classroom. The door was closed.

He looked back at me briefly with a smirk and then leaned in to turn the knob.

And it turned.

I looked at him in shock.

"How?"

He grinned again and opened the door, pulling me in to our classroom.

"There are advantages to having a brother that knows how to get into things," he said.

Emmett?

"Emmett got the doors unlocked?" I asked, sceptical.

"Let's say Emmett has a golden key to the school," he said evasively.

"He stole a key," I surmised.

"Acquired," Edward corrected and leaned in to brush his lips over mine. "Regrets? Is this too dangerous?"

I tugged him down the aisle to our table, lips attacking him in answer.

"God I hope Mr. Banner doesn't have hidden cameras in here," I groaned as Edward picked me up and laid me on our table, unbuttoning my jeans with ease.

"Does that excite you?"

"Mr. Banner watching us have sex? No," I answered, moaning when I felt Edward's hand move up under my sweater.

He laughed against my neck and pulled away.

"Not that," he said, his eyes dark and intense. "I mean being taped. Does that excite you?"

I could tell it did for him. He was breathing heavy, and the smile on his face was evil.

Evil in a deliciously wicked sort of way.

I nodded, earning a wider grin from him.

"I'll remember that," he whispered and let his lips trail along my neck, making me lay back on the desks, spread out for him.

To have.

To sample.

Hell, to even experiment on if he wanted.

I was all his.

I'd do anything he wanted at that moment.

So it wasn't much of a shock when he was pulling my jeans off and moving in between my legs, the metal chair legs scraping as he moved. I giggled when I felt his breath against my thigh. I glanced down and saw the amusement in his face as he looked up at me.

"You have no idea how many times I fantasized about this," he said, his breath tickling me.

"You and me both," I said, earning another raised eyebrow.

"You are a naughty girl," he said and nipped at the inside of my thigh, making me cry out.

I really did like it when he bit me though. Every muscle in my body would spasm from his teeth. Another jolt worked through me when I felt his lips brush against me, his words garbled as he moved in.

But I distinctly heard the word pie.

I barely had a chance to giggle at his playfulness before he was making me gasp and groan at his tongue and lips searching me out. I gripped onto the edge of the desk and tried to keep myself from writhing off of it, his mouth making my entire body electric.

It had been a couple of weeks since we had shared anything more than a kiss, so this was an intense reintroduction to the wonders of Edward's skills. I moaned out his name when I felt myself grow more tense, my climax washing over me in a sudden wave that made even Edward groan.

And then I heard the scraping of the metal chair again.

And then the feeling of his hands on my hips, moving me closer, cradling me as my ass slipped off the side of the desk towards him.

Feeling the heat of him brushing against me.

Entering me.

A sigh from the both of us as we felt that sense of completeness that always happened when he first pushed inside of me.

"I love that feeling," he groaned, his words echoing in the room.

I reached up and drew him down to me, his lips skirting across my lips to my ear as he slowly moved into me. The desk rocked a little, the legs never always perfect, and the desk edge cut into my back a little, but he held me tight, trying to keep us from knocking the desk over completely.

Slow at first. Savoring.

And then more.

A steady progression in speed and intensity.

Until we were rocking that poor defenceless desk back and forth, slowing dragging across the floor until it met up with the next one in front, banging louder than my bed had that one night.

Edward looked up at the desk ahead of us and grinned for a second before his eyes rolled back and he groaned again, working faster when he felt me tensing up again. I gripped onto him tight, legs and arms wrapped around his body as he pushed us further forward, his noises and mine mingling in the darkened room. I cried out, feeling myself climax hit hard.

"Bella," he groaned and quaked against me, his body growing heavy as he panted into my neck, still cradling me to keep me from falling off the table.

He must have realized it wasn't the most comfortable position, because he righted me back on the table almost immediately, before he had even caught his breath. He collapsed into the stool beside him, leaning his head onto my lap as I lay across the table, stroking his hair while we caught our breaths.

His giggling against my thigh finally brought me around.

"What?" I asked, chuckling with him.

He looked up, happy and relaxed like he had been drinking.

He was drunk on us.

"I had a hard enough time concentrating with you beside me here," he said, still giggling. "Now I'll keep imagining this and won't ever be able to think about anything else!"

I laughed with him, knowing it was probably true.

We were so going to fail our Biology project.

Which made me remember. Poor FC had been left so many times now, it was a good thing it wasn't a real baby.

"We need to get home," I said, struggling to get up and find my jeans.

"Best idea ever," he murmured against my legs and helped me up so I could dress.

"We have a lot of homework to catch up on, Edward," I teased. "FC has been neglected horribly."

He rolled his eyes and remained quiet, cleaning up the area we had defiled so that no one would be the wiser.

"It means you get to spend the entire weekend with me," I said, earning a renewed smile from him.

"Is your dad working all weekend?" he asked, hopeful.

"I doubt it," I grumbled.

"We'll have to improvise then. We still haven't cut those tree limbs yet," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

He grabbed my hand and we made our way back down the hall, out towards the parking lot once more.

"You know we'll have to explain to Charlie about moving in together," I said as we walked.

"One thing at a time," he replied, looking a little pained. "We still have months to go before he needs to know, right? I like that he hasn't threatened me with his gun in a few weeks."

I laughed and let him help me through the gate once more, happy to be back on the right side of the fence. He pulled my hand into his, wrapping his fingers around mine tight as we made our way back to the car.

"Do you think he's at work yet?" Edward asked as he slipped into the drivers seat.

"I think he is well and gone from the house, Edward," I said, shaking my head.

"I told him I'd drive you home," he said and then winked. "I just didn't say what I meant by driving."

I snorted and shook my head at him, loving his playful attitude.

"You're such a guy sometimes," I teased.

"Yep, and you love me," he shot back.

I looked back over at him, at the happiness there and sighed.

"Yes I do," I replied.

Everything else was secondary.

But knowing that Edward was happy and loving me was the best thing in the world.

Things were finally turning around for us.

Now we just had to get through Biology.

I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh.

I knew we could do it.

We found love together.

We found our strengths in one another.

We fought against the things that tried to pull us apart.

We could do anything.

Together.

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AN: awwww. Things are going to be just fine with these two. Happiness is a cold Biology desk and an Edward…. JS.

It wouldn't be a good Biology story without sex in the classroom, right?

Now to get thru that class and pass so they can move in together…

This would have been a little longer… but I blame Cannes Rob… Nothing gets me more distracted than a sharp dressed man. So don't expect Ch 69 for a few days, I'll have to recoop from Cosmopolis Cannes Rob tomorrow… he might well kill me.

Love to all of you for all the wonderful reviews and love!

More soon!

MWAH!

steph