Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If I did it would NEVER END! *sad face*

Note: This one's for you MagTwi. I'll just be over here rocking back and forth.

Seventeen

My thumb hovers over the call button on my phone.

My arms are aching, my hips, my knees, my ankle – fuck – even my cheeks are aching from plastering a smile on my face all night. After the night I've had at work, I'd like nothing more than to get home, slide into bed, and sleep for about a week. But memories of Edward, and dates, and plaid shirts, are still floating around in my head – so I press call.

The phone rings as I slowly begin my walk home. Rose is already home having finished a little earlier, and Jasper is...shit...who knows, probably balls-deep in some skanky tourist chick already.

"Hey, you finished?"

His voice is hushed and sleepy-sounding, but still makes me tingle from head to toe.

"Yeah, I'm just walking home now. Where are you?"

There's a beat of silence. "At home."

It feels like all of my blood falls to my feet the rush of disappointment is so great. "Oh."

"Sorry. I got tired. Big day."

I shrug into the darkness, picking up the pace. "Yeah, of course. It's late anyway."

He yawns, and I imagine him wrapped in his sheets; warm and smelling like sleep.

"You sound disappointed."

"You'd love that," I joke, rolling my eyes.

He chuckles quietly, voice scratchy.

"How was work?"

"Busy. I'm so fucking ready to sleep."

"Is Jasper with you?"

Head down, I walk up our quiet street, the sound of my shoes scuffing the bitumen reverberating around the darkened houses. "Nah, he left with some bleached blonde, mid-life-crisis-housewife."

Edward groans in disgust. Jasper's sexual exploits have become almost nightly over the weekends of late. Sometimes it's the same girl for the whole weekend, and sometimes, on the nights he really turns on the charm, it's a different girl each night. In fact, last Saturday Riles swears he saw Jasper leave with two girls at once.

"So you're walking home alone?" Edward asks, a hint of concern colouring his voice.

"It's two blocks, Edward. Plus I can see my house from here."

"I feel bad now," he admits. "I should have walked you."

"Seriously, I'm..." Just inside the front gate, I stop dead in my tracks as Edward, lit from above by our outside floodlight, stands up, his phone to his ear.

"How long have you been waiting?"

He shrugs. "Dunno. I fell asleep for a bit."

Stepping closer I see he's a little sleep rumpled, his hair is sticking up on one side, and his eyes heavy with weariness. But when he smiles at me, tugging me close by the material of my t-shirt, I think maybe he isn't as tired as he looks.

Without another word, he kisses me for the first time in over a week and it's like every molecule in my body sighs with relief. I'm sure he can hear it - the collective swoon of my cells - but I don't care.

"What's with the shirt?" I ask, tugging at his collar, bringing his lips to mine again.

He smiles, his lips brushing gently over mine, teasing me. "My brother's birthday. Mum made me wear it."

Thank you, Mrs. Masen.

"I like it." I take a small step back, my shoulders bumping against the front door.

Hooking a finger through the belt loop on my jeans, he pulls me forward again. "It's just a shirt, and it's really fucking uncomfortable actually." His other hand tugs at the narrow fitting button-up.

"Wanna come in?" I ask, trying to calm my trembling knees as he moves me back and forth with the fingers still tucked into my belt loops.

"Will I need to keep this shirt on?" he asks with a smirk.

Unlocking the door, I shake my head.

On my bed, I sigh as his already familiar weight rests above me, pinning my hips to the mattress. The words 'I missed you' hit the back of my lips as my knees spread wider for him, the feeling of rightness washing over me as he settles between them. I try to ignore the way we fit together perfectly, instead focusing on his kisses, on the taste of his lips and mouth. I concentrate on the way his bare skin feels against mine, the way it smells, the sound of his breath close to my ear.

My whole body clenches with anticipation as my fingers dance over his boxer-covered erection, my belly fluttering with desire as I run my thumb over the damp spot at its head. When I make a second pass with my thumb, he jerks suddenly, moving away from my advance.

"Wait. Wait a sec." Scrunching his eyes closed, Edward takes a deep breath, resting his forehead on my chest for a moment.

"What?"

"We need to talk first."

"Now?"

I know exactly what he wants to talk about, but I'm not sure I'm ready to have the conversation. I know we need to have it, I just didn't think we'd be naked whilst doing so.

Half smiling, half rolling his eyes at me, he shifts his weight to one arm as the other slips down to adjust the erection straining against the black cotton of his boxers. When he looks up at me, his blue eyes are bright and clear in the soft light of my bedroom.

"I just don't want to do this if you're going to regret it in the morning." He smiles softly, but seriousness tints his words.

"I'm not going to regret it," I answer quickly.

As unsure as I am about our future, it's the truth. I'm tired of trying to pretend that I don't want him. I want him and I don't care if he knows it. Although, by the way he's looking at me; devouring my half-naked body with his baby-blues, he already knows how much I want him.

"I like you, Edward." I squirm beneath his steely gaze. "I'm just scared that if we sleep together things will get messy."

"Are you worried I'm going to roll over in the morning and propose? It's just sex, Bella," he says with a laugh. "Why don't you just chill out a bit?"

His index finger travels the length of my collarbone, so feather-light I can barely feel it save for the heat of his skin.

"I just want to be around you."

Stopping at the hollow at the base of my neck, he grins, and I know he can feel my pulse fluttering beneath his touch, fluttering just for him.

"I don't care if it's as a friend, or as something else."

All I can do is let out a shuddering sigh as his flattened hand slides up my neck, cupping my jaw. "Can't we just leave it at that?"

My lips are kiss-swollen, my tongue thick and cotton-wool covered as his breath warms my cheek; his kisses dusting the skin at the side of my mouth.

"So, is this like a friends-with-benefits thing?"

"Does it need to have a name?" he asks quietly, teasing me with closed mouth kisses across the arch of my upper lip. "Can't we just be Edward and Bella?"

I nod. "Just Edward and Bella. Okay. Yeah. So we'll just..."

His fingers touch my cheek, turning my lips to his. "Stop talking now."

My fingers grip the short hair at the nape of his neck as he kisses me, his weight returning atop me. His hand slides up my leg, and my body hums as I lift off the bed a little, allowing him space to peel my underwear off.

I can feel his hips pressing against my inner thighs as he rocks into the bed gently, his eyes taking a long, lazy path down my naked body. His bottom lip disappears between his teeth, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. "You're perfect, you know that?"

He doesn't wait for an answer.

Allowing only enough room to slide his hands between us, Edward rests his head in the dip of my shoulder, watching as he slides his fingers over my slick flesh. We both moan,and my hips flex towards him as his fingers touch me, coating us both in my need for him.

My back arches as he presses the pad of his thumb to my clit.

"Jesus," he hisses as his he dips the tip of his finger inside of me. "So fucking...God, you're going to feel so good."

The gentle tremble in my knees has turned into a quaking that ripples through my entire body. Even my breathing is uneven; stuttering from my open mouth in ragged pants and gasps as he teases me, his thumb brushing gently over me as he presses just the tip of his finger in, before pulling out slowly.

His name is the only coherent thought I have. I coats my tongue, my throat, burns deep into my chest as his movements against my centre begin to unravel me.

Wet, open mouthed kisses adorn my chest and stomach, leaving a cool spot on each of my hip bones. When he reaches my inner thigh, I can't help but feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach.

I touch his head gently. "You don't have to..."

He looks up from between my thighs. "Yeah I do. I don't know how long I'm gunna be able to hold out, and...I don't want to hurt you." He rests his head on my thigh as his fingers continue to tease me. "Plus, I kinda want to."

My only reply is a high pitched keening noise that turns into a gasp as his lips join his fingers, kissing and sucking gently, making my toes curl and my head spin.

Motherfucker he's good.

His fingers continue their slow and steady pace, his tongue keeping a steady rhythm as his lips close over me, the heat of his mouth engulfing my pussy. The heat at the centre of my body builds until I think I might burn from the inside out, and when I think I can't take anymore, I feel Edward press a second finger inside of me and my legs begin to shake.

As my orgasm builds, I can't find it in me to be embarrassed when my fingers lace through Edward's hair as I practically ride his mouth. Edward's hand pops out from between my legs to hold my other hand as, with one last pass of his tongue and thrust of his long fingers inside of me, I shatter.

Boneless and panting, I feel Edward move up my body slowly, leaving damp kisses across my abdomen, staining my skin with the scent of my arousal.

"That was hot as fuck," he whispers, and even here, now, in my darkened room, he smiles that smile of his, the one that's captured me from the start.

Undeterred by where his lips have just been, and eager for the feel of his mouth on mine, I lift my head and kiss him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Holding me close we tumble and turn until I'm straddling his lap.

We fumble clumsily with his underwear, and then all at once I can feel him beneath me, pressed against his stomach, thick and hard.

Leaning forward, I kiss the line of his jaw, revelling in the feel of his five o'clock shadow under my lips. When my teeth close gently around the skin below his ear, his hips buck against mine and he grunts, my name an expletive as it hisses from between his lips.

"Do we need a..." He's desperate, I can hear the edge in his voice, feel it in the way his fingers dig into my hips.

I shake my head. "No. It's fine. I'm okay if you are."

He nods, and I lift my hips a little, my hand between us as I grip him gently. I watch him watch me lower myself slowly, and immediately I understand his qualms about hurting me. My mouth drops open as I relax to allow him deeper, feeling myself stretch and shift around him.

Our foreheads pressed together, we both watch as I slide him inside of me slowly. By the time our hips meet, we're both panting loudly.

"Fuck, shit...just...don't move," Edward gasps, his hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me in place.

He kisses me gently, and after a moment lifts his hips experimentally. We both groan loudly, and my hips roll as he moves again, and any lingering discomfort replaced by a feeling that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Watching his face, I lift up a little, letting him slide out of me slightly, feeling every inch of him. His eyes pop open and his back arches as I slide down again.

His hands grip my hips tighter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

My nipples brush his chest as I move again, and I whimper as I feel him lift his hips to meet mine on the downward stroke.

I can barely control myself at the sight of Edward so worked up. He's usually so calm and easy going; to see him coming undone beneath me, knowing it's me doing it to him, gives me a jolt of confidence, the taste of possession flavouring my thoughts.

We start a slow rhythm, but it doesn't take long until we're both sweaty and on the edge. I know I won't come again, but the feeling is too good, too much, too fucking perfect.

With his arm between my shoulder blades holding me to him tightly, his hand on the back of my head, Edward kisses me roughly.

"Don't stop. Fuck. Like that," he whispers, and with a grunt he pushes up into me once, twice more, and then his mouth falls slack as he shudders under me.

Utterly spent, I collapse against his damp chest. He breathes deeply, and I hear the whoosh of the air in and out of his lungs. Sweeping the damp hair from the back of my neck, Edward kisses the top of my head softly.

I'm comfortable and restful, pleasantly sated, but there's also a pressing need to clean myself up.

Edward is already dozing beneath me when I slide off him and out of bed. He snorts quietly, opening his eyes.

"Where you going?" he asks, reaching for me.

"The bathroom."

His head flops back onto the pillow. "Oh, yeah, righto."

Moments later, delightfully stretched-tender and raw, I slip back into bed. Half asleep, Edward pulls me into his side and I curl into him with heavy lids and limbs.

"So a date, huh?" he asks, quietly, nudging the edge of sleep.

I grin despite myself. "Yeah."

Tiff was a very proud beta mama. Thimbles is my sweet love reader. And Ink gives me the feels because Salty gives her feels.

Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing. Very much appreciated.

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