Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer created the twilight universe. The following story is in use of her property not intending to set flames.

Friday 28th February 2014.

The sound of the piano called out to me. The melody flowed through the air, weaving its way into my head. It was Clair de Lune.

My own mother often played classical music around the house and Debussy was one of her favourites.

When I'd first moved to Forks from the UK, I was painfully shy and withdrawn. The many attempts made by my mother, and father, were futile. Not that I was ignoring them out of spite or on purpose. Things were uncomfortable.

These two people whom I was supposed to be closest to in the world were practically strangers to me. They hadn't raised me from young; they never knew me as a baby or a child. I didn't know what ticked them off and what made them pleased.

In order to protect myself, I never spoke unless I was spoken to; my world was closed off to the outside so that no one could take advantage of my story or twist my words to their own gain. I was too puny for that.

The orchestral environment created by my mother's CDs was the main ice breaker.

The sounds of the instrument filled the whole house, reaching every corner of every room. It had lured me out of my room voluntarily and I felt compelled by the gripping twists of the instruments.

I remembered that I grasped onto the door frame as I witnessed my mother's light footsteps around the room. The outside was raining, true to Fork's gloomy fashion, but the soft pitter patter of the rain drops added depth to the orchestral music, making it softer and less paced.

My mother danced like she had a partner. She spun almost joyously around the living room until she eventually came to a halt, that was when she had noticed me by the door. I grasped onto the door frame tighter, afraid that me being there was a bad thing.

Renée's eyes softened as she gazed at me, a delighted smile on her lips. Almost a few minutes later, she seemed to enter back into reality and started to sway her hips again. Both her arms reached out and she gestured for me to go to her.

I hesitated and shook my head no. I didn't know how to dance and I didn't want to embarrass myself.

She bit her bottom lip and looked as shy as I did.

Slowly, she approached me and pried my fingers off the door frame and guided me into the room. Then she proceeded to lead us dancing, right there, gently swaying next to each other in the middle of the living room.

Her arms wrapped themselves around me. She'd placed tender kisses onto my cheeks, my forehead, my hair, next to my ears and whispered loving words to me.

"...so glad you came back to us..."

"...sorry we had let you down..."

"...forgive us..."

"...let us in..."

"...precious...so little..."

"...beautiful...mature..."

"...sorry..."

"...mean everything to us..."

Those sweet words melted me for that afternoon and we spent it slowly taking each other in. We made dinner together and Charlie cleared all of the dishes we had whipped out; the chicken lasagne my adopted mother had taught me, the garlic bread we had lying in the deep freezer, Rene's signature gem lettuce and roasted bell peppers salad with a light oil dressing, stuffed Portobello mushrooms and a strawberry jello and condensed milk layered dessert to finish the meal.

It was such a domestic night, everything was light and relaxed. A lovely memory.

Setting that piece of memory aside, I concentrated on what was happening around me and spotted two bath robes on the back of a few armchairs occupying the room. I got out of bed and headed to that armchair to take one of the bath robes and put it on to cover my body.

I carried myself out of the room and stopped by the door frame, observing the area which the music came from, the top right corner of the living room area.

Edward had on a pair of his slacks along with a shirt which he'd left unbuttoned. His butt was perched onto the seat and his eyes remained on the keys of the piano. His lips, tightly enclosed together. Edward's long digits skimmed through the black and white keys like a fiddle and played simple few chord melodies now that he had finished Clair de Lune.

The way he could play melodies of the different emotions got my attention.

In one melody, he conveyed a simplistic pleasurable feeling, whilst there was a sinister uncomfortable feeling in the next. It was very confusing to place the thoughts of his mind in that moment, but I could only guess that his thoughts were too complicated to be decoded even by Edward himself. The piano was a complicated enough instrument for him to channel those thoughts.

I stayed by the door frame, afraid to disturb his moment.

Quietly, I'd observed the way the muscles on his shoulder blades flexed as he spread his arms to reach his desired keys. The discomfort he eluded was enough to fill the room. He looked as if he was fighting through the music, a nightmare which he was trying to distinguish.

Quit the bullshit Bella, there are no monsters trying to come after Mr Masen. You are over exaggerating a personal moment you are a witness to.

Perhaps my subconscious was right, I was over thinking.

Simply because Edward Masen and I got into bed together did not mean that I knew him on any other intimate level other than on the physical realm. I didn't have the rights to assume that what we had would make me understand him better, it was irrational of me to sympathize a moment he was having purely because we shared intimate company.

I was fast becoming too attached; it was unrealistic and only for the stories we read in books.

It didn't make me sad, but rather, I felt that I was left alone. Slightly uncomfortable.

Silently, I headed back into the bedroom and went back to bed. I clutched the fluffy bathrobe to my chest and plonked my head back into the luxury of the hotel pillow, covering myself with the oversized hotel duvet.

My thoughts were muted and Edward Masen's music wafted throughout the room again, feeding their way into my brain, making me unease one second and comforted the next.

I knew I was reading too much into this, but it was the feeling that I'd received in the music. It was not an option to reject or think otherwise of it. I could only accept it, swallow it and keep it away from my conscious thoughts- a memory for another day.

For a long time, my thoughts drifted, stuck in different places and times, until they'd eventually led me into a dream.

I was back in Forks, I was in my meadow and there was a piano right there in the middle of the field. He sat upon the chair and performed a lullaby for me.

It was sad, despite some of the notes of playfulness. It was short, not long lived and ended on a quiet note.

I looked away, afraid of what I would see, but involuntarily my feet propelled me forward towards the middle where the sounds of the piano resonated. My heart thumped and became hyper aware of my surroundings.

But eventually my steps stepped into a hole, it was black and I fell.

I was back into my mindless drifting for one moment before I opened my eyes and Edward's warmth engulfed me.

He'd embraced me from behind, both of his muscled arms around my shoulders to engage me into his body as we mounded together. The softness of his breath quietly flew across my shoulder blades. His fingers spread across my skin and held onto me, my hands lost somewhere in the duvet. Our chests raised and fell together, copying the rhythm of each other's breathing.

I dug my head deeper into the pillow and closer to the arm he had in between me and the bed. It was going to be numb when he woke up I noticed. But I kept myself there, seeking comfort in his flesh.

For a little while, I drifted again.

The next time I came to, the both of us was awake and aware. His arms weren't as tightly wounded around me, and my hands were relaxed and tucked under my head in the pillow.

To me, it felt a little like an awkward silence. But I was never in people's social realms enough to understand what constituted towards an awkward situation and what constituted as an emotion elicited by over thinking on my part.

At least it was getting awkward for me, I noted.

With that in mind, I made a big movement to get out of his arms and stretched my limbs as much as I can without hitting him in the process.

That was our first morning together, after we had sex the night before. It was hard to think of something to do that would seem normal in this situation.

Besides, what would he expect of me? A morning blowjob?

Pulling my mind out of the gutter, I thought back to our last couple of encounters.

There were the service calls and each time they had offered breakfast. Perhaps food was the way to go.

I bit my lip and looked down to meet Edward's sleepy eyes. In their sleepy haze, they were gentle and friendly but a sense of distrust coloured them.

Ignoring the way they made me felt, I smiled at him and stroked his hair; showing tender and care. I reached down to kiss his forehead.

"Morning, breakfast?" I asked.

"Please." He answered, slightly tired and slightly pleased with a small smile on his lips..

"Any requests?"

"Orange juice, lots of it. And bacon."

I reached over for the hotel phone and dialled the service desk.

Through the phone I'd ordered Edward's bacon, cooked tomatoes, omelettes, fruit salad and orange juice. Making sure to convey the order of having lots of orange juice to be brought up to us.

When I had finished ordering and thanked the hotel employee over the phone, Edward's arms immediately engulfed me and lifted me out of the bed.

Edward had stood up in the middle of the bed with me in his arms. His head bent down so that his lips could reach mine and gave me a kiss.

That spontaneous movement had me wide eyed but I'd kissed him back.

"Let's shower together." He announced and made his way across the rest of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Inside the marble themed hotel bathroom, Edward sat me down on top of the closed toilet seat and started the water in the shower, turning the multiple dials to get his desired shower settings. When the room was starting to steam up and Edward seemed to have found his desired water settings, he reached for me with his hand dripping with water. I took it and he led me inside the shower cubicle, big enough for the both of us with room for other activities.

He put me under the water and tilted my head a little with the pull of my hair to let it go under the flowing water without getting water into my eyes. Then, he poured some shampoo into his palms and began applying it into my head and used the tips of his fingers to apply small pressure on my scalp like a massage.

I closed my eyes and my hands reached up to play with his strands.

After the shower, we'd both dried ourselves off but before we could get dressed, the door ringed indicating that our ordered breakfast was here.

Edward went to answer and had the cart wheeled into the living room.

He came back to join me in the bedroom and quickly threw on some comfy clothes as I waited for him on the bed since I had the chance to get dressed whilst he had answered the door.

When he was finished, he took my hand and led me into the living room.

Laid out on the table was everything I had ordered through the phone and there were a simple vase of daisies at the side of the table to garnish the scene.

Edward sat me down on a chair before sitting opposite to me.

He gracefully lifted his fork and began to pile my plate with food.

Piercing his fork into his bacon he fed himself with the meat before piling more food onto my plate.

"You need to eat more." He said as his knife went through the omelette.

"Yes sir." I answered automatically, knowing that my frame of protruding bones was something I needed to improve on. It must have been painfully clear for him to see in the perfect lighting of the bathroom whilst we'd been in there that morning.

The way some of my skin stuck to my rib cage at particular angles were alarming. The only way I'd managed not to look like a bag of bones was due to my water consumption being high, therefore carrying around a lot of water mass.

"Do you not feed yourself properly?"

I looked up into his eyes and my eyes watered. I shook my head, only slightly.

My teeth held onto my bottom lip, unsure on how to proceed. But nevertheless he gave me plenty of time and space to collect my answer, so I gathered a little courage after I had cleared my throat.

"This goes back to supporting my adopted parents." I began slowly. "The bills were piling up and coming too quickly, I had to find ways to keep up with them. Albeit eating less was not saving a huge chunk, but with a few more other cuts it seemed to have worked a little while. Until recently the bills have finally caught up with me."

"I want to ask you a question." He laid down his cutlery and took a swig of the water in his drinking glass.

I waited.

"Do your own parents not know about your financial situation in regards to supporting your comatose adopted parents?"

His comment was like a strike to the heart, and glided a thorn across the surface of my heart, near where it was held. I felt it disconnecting with my mind.

I was shutting down, it was not good.

Despite so, I swallowed my breath and pulled myself together even if it was just for show.

"No, they don't."

"Why?"

"They don't need to. It's my own problem, not theirs."

"They could have helped you out with the money issue."

I chewed the bacon in my mouth with vengeance as I hated the topic we were discussing. It was bordering the personal space zone.

Chewing and biting as much as I can, I made sure that the meat was finely chewed and pureed in my mouth before swallowing. I took a swig of water from my own drinking glass before I answered.

"I'm not comfortable using their money, and I am not in the streets am I? So there is no reason for me to ask for their help."

"Why are you so proud and won't ask for the help of your parents?" He asked ,sudden interest at its peak.

"Look, just drop it okay?" I had enough and dropped my fork onto my plate softly.

"We-" I gestured between us with my hand. "-may be sharing physical intimacy, but the contract didn't say that I need to pour my heart out. It's not your business, Sir."

He paused, laid down his cutlery and took a drink of water as well.

"I understand, Miss Swan." He nodded and took another drink out of his drinking glass, continuing to finish off his breakfast in silence.

I too, did the same.

It was not a pleasant conversation to have on a Saturday morning after a good night of sex. Considering another round of sex or two was not verbally scheduled but we both knew it would happen- it was the reason we had both came to the hotel since yesterday. It was unappealing to be spending the rest of the weekend with the same person who stepped into my sensitive personal boundaries. In other words- a massive indirect turn off.

Imagining having sex with him who I shared my private thoughts with and whilst we carry out the physical act of having sex, getting worried over if he would judge me for my thoughts or think less of me for it placed a verbal block in my mouth. It was a big insecurity and I wasn't about to go there. Although his insistence on finding out was half heading towards making me physically sick.

I'd rather not feel uncomfortable whilst being physically intimate with him. And I'd rather not feel uncomfortable around him for the rest of our time there in our first weekend together.

It was not a romantic notion, rather, it was me being rational.

No one wants to fuck someone whom they have fallen out with- fucking public knowledge in any adult bible. Edward Masen stepped right into that one.

I stood corrected- someone whom they have fallen out with and harbour no loving feelings for. Make up sex is apparently very good. Not that I had ever experienced it before. I'd never experienced the legendary satisfying make-up sex before.

And very unlikely to experience it as well. I told myself.

Make up sex was for real couples who shared real feelings. Edward and I were nothing in comparison and entertaining that thought was strictly against his idea of me not falling for him. I had to stay my distance and keep myself in line with my own thoughts and feelings in order to take control of my end of our arrangement.

I was not scared of confronting my possibility to fall in love with this man I was going to share so many nights with. It was more the fact that staying away from that line of thought was more beneficial for the two of us in the long term and unquestionably more risk-free than if I'd entertained the idea day and night. Surely and eventually, it would lead me to falling for him.

It was a risk, but perhaps before that happened, him and I would have parted ways. It made sense that I can not stay by his side for the rest of my life.

For the rest of the day we stayed in relative distance away from each other. Edward had brought files from work to go over in the weekend and worked from the station he had set up in the bedroom. I stayed in the living room whilst he was working and watched TV with the lowest volume possible.

When he was not working and was taking breaks, I made coffee for him and tea for me. We had drinks and biscuits and talked about some things which came on the TV and shared our opinions on different matters.

When dinner was a finished affair, Edward immediately led me to the bedroom and took me by surprise.

He slipped the straps to my top of my shoulders and revealed my bra to his eyes. He palmed my mounds through the cups of the bra and massaged them.

My breathing hitched and stared at where his hands were.

Confidently, he slipped my bra downwards and my breasts stood at his attention, going slightly more perky due to his earlier touched.

Edward brought his head down to my chest level, palmed my breasts again and picked on a nipple to play with.

His wet tongue had me buckling my knees and I gasped.

My hands went straight to the roots of his hair and held his head next to my chest.

He hummed and bit gently on the chosen nipple. He tucked and sucked. Blowing when a little bit of moisture was left at the tip. His green lush eyes stared straight into my brown ones. His eyes heavily hooded and smouldering.

His tongues peaked out of his mouth and traced my hardened nipple.

I closed my eyes shut and concentrated on breathing, else I was going to faint from not breathing in air.

Edward's attention continued to the next nipple, but the hand he had on the first breast was tracing and flicking at my first aroused nipple.

My eyes opened wide, watching his next deed.

With the next breast, he took as much as he could into his mouth and sucked and tugged, elongating some of my swollen flesh. Whilst he was tugging, his tongue flickered constantly at the peak of my breast until the action eventually lead to an end and my nipple reached his teeth. He held it in between his straight and white teeth, moulded his lips until his teeth were all bared and showcased where he had held my nipple, right there in his front ones. He tugged once again and sucked with puckered lips, ending it with a feather-light kiss at the tip.

Then, he stood back at his full length, lined my body to his whilst the pads of his thumbs continued to played with my hardened peaks at the end of my breasts.

"What do you want Isabella?" Edward asked next to my ear.

Suddenly I felt that I was put on the spot, and any coherent answers I came up with on the same second seemed...precarious.

"I'm not sure...Sir." I sounded dumbfounded but that was how I felt at the time.

I hated that I was so rigid in that moment. My preconditioned aversion to expressing my personal thoughts was never good in non-work related environment.

People sooner or later recognised my social disabilities and pulled away. They always did.

I held onto him a little more tightly and snapped my eyes shut, my body immediately tensing.

He didn't pull away but he didn't do anything else either.

When it was past the point of being awkward to be held in his arms without a word between us, I untensed myself and ungrasped his arms.

My heart thumping in anticipation because of the way it seemed to me that for pulling away from him, I was disobeying his orders.

Immediately, I was taken to bed and he held me down on top of the covers.

His tongue traced its way up from the valley of my breast, up my neck, to my chin and he kissed it. Then he kissed my lips.

"Just stay as you are Isabella." His fingers wound into my hair and pulled my lips to his. Our tongue met each other half way immediately.

I placed my hand on his chest, ready to push him off me, unsure of why he was so lenient towards my indecision in what I would like to be done to my body. I was supposed to satisfy him- it was in the contract we'd signed yesterday.

But they remained there and one of them felt the pulse of his heart, strong and beating.

"Move up." He commanded and released my hair out of his hands.

Understanding what he meant, I moved to the head of the bed and sat my head on one of the pillows.

Just as quickly, he moved to hover above my body and place both his hands on either side of my waist, his thumbs slowly teasing my hip bones.

I crossed my legs around his waist and held him down on me, wanting the contact of his cock. One of my hands reached up to seek his heart beat again whilst the other held onto his neck to grasp him onto me.

Our mouths connected again and our kiss became rough in no time at all.

For a long time, we remained in the same position and carried out what seemed like a make out session.

Edward's cock was so hot and pulsing by the time it was at full attention in between our bellies.

Articles of clothing already off at several points of our kissing and nipping at each other's skin.

And Edward's heart was erratic.

The glint in his eyes told me that although things that night didn't start smoothly between us, he was happy with how it was going.

He lowered his body a little and gently thrusted into my core, filling me to the hilt with his hot cock.

His hands to my nipples and I groaned into his mouth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head under my closed eye lids.

Our mouths disconnected and I bit into my bottom lip, the double pleasure he was giving me was wonderful and all-so-consuming at the same time.

We rocked our hips back and forth, accommodating each other's moves.

His hot breath blew over my face and I recaptured his lips again.

My hand stayed on his heart whilst the one on his neck snaked its way up to the roots of a fistful of hair and tugged lightly. One of my legs keyed down on him and pushed his body harder into my from his butt.

He pushed his chest further into me and I felt his heart against his rib cage, still strong and beating hard.

We continued to rock until our breath ran out and we unkissed to gain air before we reconnected and continued on.

Slowly, Edward reached his climax. But he had played with my clit just moments before to ensure that my body was shooking with excitement before he allowed himself to empty inside me.

"Isabella." He murmured as he stroked my hair.

I moved my hand and laid it on top of his strong and beating heart.

Time passed and we were in each other's arms.