I just love writing about these two. This is a story that's been playing around in my head for so long, it feels good to get it out. Thanks for reading xx

Twelve.

"No."

"Why?"

"Do you know how many girls Emmett fucked in that truck?" I gagged as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

I had my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, tossing a salad together in the kitchen waiting for Charlie to get home. Edward was driving from Seattle after his class ended unexpectedly early, and I'd informed him that we needed to take Helga this time.

"Ugh, thanks for the visual," I groaned, turning to check the sauce that was simmering on the stove.

"Just drive and meet me. But I'm not doing anything in that car."

I smiled to myself. "Oh yeah. And what exactly do you imagine you'd be doing in that car?"

"You."

I laughed. Since we'd cleared the air that night at the cliffs, Edward had been way more forward in our conversations, whispering dirty things into the phone and making my whole body clench in anticipation.

Unfortunately, it'd been a crazy few weeks for the both of us. I'd picked up some extra babysitting gigs, and Edward's schoolwork demanded more of his attention, so he hadn't been able to swing a visit. I thought about driving to Seattle myself, but quickly decided that would be playing with fire if Emmett or one of his friends caught me on campus without his knowledge.

"Okay, fine. I'll meet you there at 8."

We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up, dropping the fresh pasta I'd made into boiling water and pulling out some plates. My phone buzzed and I swiped it from the kitchen counter.

"Hey, dad."

"Bells, I've gotta stay at the station tonight. One of the guys just called in and we're already short while Harry's on vacation."

"That's cool," I said, setting the plates back down. "What time will you be home?"

"Probably not til midnight at least. Don't wait up for me, okay."

"'Kay. I made some pasta, I'll leave it for you in the fridge."

"Too good to me. Love you, kid."

"Love you."

I didn't even set the phone down before clicking Edward's number.

"Change of plans. I have a free house tonight."

"Yeah?" I sensed the hesitance in his voice.

"Yeah. Park around the block."

I heard a puff of air as Edward exhaled shakily, but when he replied, I knew his desire won out.

"See you soon, Bella."

—

Edward was in my bed.

It was still weird to think about. He'd been in this house thousands of times, in my room even, but now it felt like he was too big for its walls.

As he ground his erection into my thigh, though, all thoughts of weirdness melted from my mind.

I gasped for air and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Edward sat up and pulled his own off, then he reached down and unsnapped my bra. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the way his eyes glazed over seeing my breasts spill out.

He ran a teasing finger over my nipple then squeezed firmly, making my back arch.

"So fucking perfect," he said almost to himself.

He hovered on his arm over me and licked his way between the valley of my breasts, stopping every so often to nip at the soft skin there.

I was getting worked up and reached for his fly, satisfied when he didn't try to stop me. He let me rub him for a minute under his boxer briefs, then he got up and kicked them along with his jeans to the ground. He reached for the waistband of my sweatpants and peeled them off me, placing a hot kiss over my cotton thong before inching those off too.

I pressed my fist into my mouth when he finally threw my legs over his shoulders and put his mouth on me, expertly sucking and licking and fucking me with his fingers. I came in a quivering mess and had to push his head away because it just felt too good.

He was back on me right away, and I grew impossibly more turned on when I tasted myself on his lips.

I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked against his mouth.

He nodded and sat up a little, reaching for his jeans on the floor.

I watched him gently tear open the wrapper and roll it on with slightly shaky hands. I saw a flicker of hesitance on his face when he looked up at me, but before I could give him a chance to overthink it, I gripped him and positioned myself above him.

I waited, staring into his eyes. He gave me the smallest of nods in answer and I slowly lowered myself down onto his length. As I settled over him we both sucked in a sharp breath and my eyes rolled back. For a minute I held myself there adjusting to his size.

I opened my eyes and found him still staring at me, eyebrow creased in pleasure. I began to move at a lazy pace, rolling my hips as a moan escaped my lips.

Edward's hands wrapped around my waist and spread down, fingers resting in the dimples just above my ass. He began rocking his pelvis to meet my movements, and soon I found myself on the verge of orgasm again.

We abandoned our lazy pace and Edward began thrusting into me with purpose, eyes flickering between my face and chest as my tits bounced above him and his eyebrows threaded together in concentration.

Seeming desperate now, he flipped me quickly onto my back without breaking contact and began driving into me with abandon. He slipped his hand between us an rubbed his thumb against me, sloppily kissing me with wet open-mouthed kisses.

I clenched around him and bit his shoulder, feeling him grow impossibly harder as his thrusts became erratic. He released inside of me with a low rumbling moan that I felt vibrate through me from the inside out.

He gently pulled out and discarded the condom in the trashcan, and I made a mental note to throw it out on the off chance Charlie came in here.

He returned to the bed and pulled me onto his chest tracing soft circles into my shoulder, and I all too willingly nuzzled into his sweaty neck.

"You've been holding out on me," I finally mumbled.

I felt his chest tremor beneath my ear and looked up to see a cocky grin on his face.

"There's not exactly much room to work with in the back of the Volvo," he quipped.

"Helga's pretty roomy," I joked, earning a look of disgust.

I rolled off him and stretched my arms above my head, noticing the way Edward slyly checked out my tits through his lashes.

"C'mon," I laughed and slapped his chest. "I made fresh pasta."

—

"Mmmmfff." Edward's eyes rolled a little as he slurped a string of spaghetti into his mouth. "Bella, this is really good."

"Thanks," I smiled, twirling pasta around my fork.

"No, for real. This is incredible."

"It's just pasta," I scoffed, but secretly delighted. I'd always loved to cook, and I mostly had Edward's mom to thank. I couldn't remember my own mom's cooking, and the only culinary skill my dad and Emmett ever seemed to master was grilled sandwiches. I took on the role of cooking in our household, and it was never something I begrudged. I could happily spend an entire Sunday in the kitchen experimenting with recipes to see what worked and what didn't.

Plus, I loved seeing the look of pleasure on people's faces when they ate something I'd made. Exactly like Edward right now.

"It might be the best pasta I've ever eaten. Seriously." He took another bite and moaned again.

"You know, I've actually been thinking about studying it. Not pasta, I mean, but cooking. Going to culinary school."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"Where are you thinking?"

"Maybe New York."

Edward nodded, pushing pasta around his plate. "New York's cool," he finally said, but I noticed the lightness in his voice had dimmed a little.

"What're you going to do after college wraps up?" I asked, sipping at my water.

He pursed his lip and shrugged, eyes still trained on his plate. "Well, I'll still have grad school. Then I guess I'll start looking for an internship at an architecture firm."

I nodded, aware of the shift in his demeanor but not willing to address it.

I polished off the rest of my plate and patted my belly. "I'm stuffed," I announced.

Edward gave me a half smile and nodded in agreement. He helped me clear our plates and stood next to me at the sink, drying while I washed.

It was close to eleven when we finished up and I turned to him with a sigh.

"Better get going before the Chief gets home."

He pulled me into him and caught my mouth in a kiss. I opened to him and he greedily sucked my tongue into his mouth, running his hands over my ass and giving it a squeeze before pulling back to look down at me.

This time his smile was genuine and I couldn't help but return it. He slapped my ass — hard — and laughed at my surprised squeal.

"I'll see you soon," he said low.

"Soon," I repeated, walking him to the door and watching his broad shoulders as he retreated down the street, hands shoved in his pockets.

I caught myself smiling in the shower as I washed him off of me, and it didn't leave my face until my head hit the pillows and I passed out into a deep, dreamless sleep.