How do people keep up with writing fanfictions... (I don't own Twilight)

I stood under the hot water, letting it fall over me as I massaged the strawberry-scented shampoo into my hair. I knew it was Edward's favorite, though I had been using it since we first met, never feeling the need to change. As the rich bubbles slid down my skin, I suddenly realized I hadn't brought any soap with me. With a shrug, I decided to make do. I rubbed the shampoo along my arms and legs. Once I finished, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out of the shower. The warmth still lingering on my skin.

Strawberry scented steam filled the bathroom. I looked around and noticed that I didn't bring any clothes with me. I was in such a hurry to get away from Edward I didn't think about it.

Edward

I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking after I left high and dry like that. Physically, I know he wants me. I could feel it last night and again today. But I still feel guilty for walking away. I told myself I would wait for him, but it's so hard. It's clear he's intent on keeping his promise to me. Even though many times, he has stated he wanted to wait.

He's told me many times that he didn't want to put my life in jeopardy, and sex was high on that list of dangers.

Ugh, why do vampires have to be so complicated.

I stepped out of the bathroom, glancing both ways to ensure Edward wasn't lurking in the hallway. Although I knew he had already seen me naked, encountering him while wearing only a towel; especially after everything that had just transpired, didn't feel like the best idea.

I ran into the bedroom and closed the door, seeing Edward wasn't in there. I dropped the towel and looked in the suitcase Alice packed for me. Most of it was lingerie...

Damn you, Alice.

After searching high and low, I finally discovered a pair of grey shorts that offered a little more coverage without revealing too much. I paired them with a white tank top, a cute bra and pantie set and slipped them on, still damp from my earlier shower. I definitely didn't want Edward walking in on me naked after what happened. My hair was still wet and draping over my shoulders. I deciding to let it air dry thinking it wasn't a big deal.

I walked into the living room to see Edward setting up a chess game on a little wooden table with two stools.

"Come play with me." He said, still putting the pieces on the board. I was a little hesitant, his mood completely changed in the span on 20 minuets. I knew how to play chess but I sucked... bad.

I walked over and sat down on the chair across from him. pulling his attention from the pieces.

"I finally have someone who could actually beat me. Being able to read minds, comes with its benefits." As he set the last piece up, his gaze looked up at me.

"Do you know how..." He trailed off.

His eyes lowered until he was looking at my chest.

Confused on why he was looking, I looked down to see that the shirt had been soaked from the water of my hair and I didn't have a bra on. My nipples have poked out into the shirt and it didn't leave much to imagine.

Shocked by how I didn't notice this before, I decided to go into the bedroom and change.

When I stood up I felt a cold hand wrap around my wrist. I turned back to see Edward out of his seat, still looking at my chest. I was trying to find some kind of emotion in his face but it was blank, like he wasn't even there. He blinked a few times and looked up at me, then nodded to the chess board as if to tell me to play the game.

He let go of my wrist and sat back down on the stool. I took a deep breath and slowly sat back down. Trying to forget that my boobs were pretty much on display.

His voice was lower, "Do you know how..." he gulped "to play?"

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I could only shrug my shoulders, not realizing that it brought more attention to my chest.

After what felt like forever, he spoke again. "Ok, then I'll go first." He finally lowered his gaze to the board, moving one of his pawns.

I too did the same. Trying to forget what just happened and focus on the game.

Ten minutes in, I realized I was doing surprisingly well. The intensity of the game kept me focused. I wasn't about to let anything distract me and was determined to win. Beating him at chess had become my sole goal in that moment, and all other thoughts faded from my mind.

Only two of his pieces remained; the king and a knight. It was his turn. I glanced up to find Edward in deep thought, his eyebrows furrowed as he weighed his next move. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I'd never managed to beat him at anything before. I always told him not to hold back when it came to competition, and usually he didn't...

I didn't think he was letting me win, not with the intense focus on his face. But his eyes kept flickering between me and the board. I raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for him to make his move. He glanced up once more, offering a small smile before his gaze dropped back to my shirt; now dry, but still a little see-through. I could tell he'd been distracted for most of the game. I rolled my eyes and snapped him back to reality. Not wanting my boobs to be the reason I won.

"Are you going to move a piece, or just stare at my boobs all day." I said jokingly.

He cocked an eyebrow, "Do I get to choose?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling the familiar heat on my cheeks again and pointed at the board.

He turned his attention back to the board and moved his knight right into the spot I'd been hoping for. As soon as he released it, I swiftly moved my pawn and captured it, placing my piece where his knight had been. A small smile tugged at my lips, excitement bubbling up inside me. There was nowhere left for his king to go, so he let out a breath and moved it into a position I could checkmate. I knocked over the pieces and smiled triumphantly.

"I win!" I yelled as I got up from my chair and jumped a little, not paying any attention to him.

"I can't even beat a four-year-old, let alone a mind reader, but I did! Oh, wait till Emmet hears about this!"

I started to walk away, after finishing my little victory dance feeling proud of myself.

In less than a second, I was yanked back against something solid. I hadn't realized it was Edward who had rushed from the table to catch me. Instinctively, I put my hands out to steady myself, gripping his shirt to avoid falling. Once I felt steady, I let go and looked up at him.

"Edward, what the hell..." My nervous words trailed off as our eyes locked; his gaze dark and intense. I could feel his breath on my face from how close he was, making me dizzy as I hung on to his shirt. His lips parted ever so slightly, as if they were waiting for me. His hair was tousled, only making it harder to resist the urge to run my fingers through it. God I could just kiss him, grab his hair to pull him close, push him on the bed and make love till...

Wait.. no, stop!

What was I thinking? Why is it so hard to follow through with one simple thing? I've went this long, I can go a little longer.

Besides he does the same to me...I thought selfishly.

I realized I needed to distance myself from him; his breath was intoxicating, making it difficult to think clearly. Gently releasing his shirt, I took a step back, only to hear a low growl escape his lips as he yanked me back into him with an unexpected force. My chest collided with his, the impact almost painful and my gaze locked onto his. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he crashed his lips onto mine. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. It felt absolutely incredible.

"Your body is absolutely perfect." He moaned in the kiss.

His hands roaming my backside, landing on my butt, giving it a little squeeze. I gasped at the feeling, breaking away from his kiss.

Before I could fully open my eyes, I found myself unexpectedly lifted and placed atop the table with the chessboard. The impact sent the board and its pieces tumbling to the floor in a clatter. He positioned himself between my legs, ignoring the fallen pieces.

I could feel him again, he had changed into more relaxed attire after my shower, and it left little to the imagination. I didn't have to glance over to know he was aroused. He drew me in closer, pressing his body against mine, teasingly rubbing against me in just the right way.

A moan slipped from his mouth as he went to my neck, sucking, kissing... licking?

"Strawberries never tasted so good." He moaned as licked me. Most people would be grossed out by this but god, his tongue felt good. I let my head roll back as his hand caressed my lower back. I could feel the hem of my shirt start to lift.

My shirt had never felt so constricting until this moment, and I yearned to remove it. I gently pushed his head away from my neck and placed my hands on his shoulders, giving him easier access to remove it. In a matter of seconds, I heard the unmistakable sound of fabric ripping, and my breasts were freed, bouncing with freedom. A cool shiver cascaded through me as Edward's eyes locked onto my chest, and then his hands came to rest on my breasts that were still covered by a bra. His cool touch ignited a delightful tension in the pit of my stomach.

As I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensation, my fingers tangled in his hair while he kissed and teased my breasts. Driven by instinct, I began to rock against him, feeling the soft moan escape his lips as his mouth enwrapped my nipple. Waves of pleasure surged through me, urging me to push harder against him.

"Oh god...Bella... please touch me.." He moaned in a dark voice.

His words brought me out of my trance. I've never heard him say things like this before.

How could I deny him...

My hand glided from his hair down to his pants, hesitating for a moment before sliding inside. That brief pause stirred something in him; he took my hand, guiding it deeper and enveloping me around him. I instinctively tried to retreat, but his grip was firm, holding my hand captive against him.

He wrapped my hand around him slowly stroking himself with my hand.

My deepest fantasies that I never let my self imaging were coming true.

I could hear his breathing deepen as I began to take control. His hand gradually slipped away from mine, allowing me to dictate the pace. My fingers barely encircled him, moving slowly yet maintaining a firm grip. He pressed his hands against the table beside me, grasping it tightly on either side, anchoring himself in the moment.

He moaned when my thumb ran across the tip of him, leaning in closer and kissing me, hard.

This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me.

The decision I made to myself just flew out the window.

..Wait a minute... FUCK! Why does this keep happening!

My decision...That damn promise. I'm doing this for him! I was too caught up in his god like glory that I couldn't help myself.

Why does he have to be so damn irresistible?

A thrust of his hips jolted me from my thoughts, and a soft moan escaped his lips. It gave me the chance to pull away, catching my breath while he remained lost in the moment, eyes still closed, reveling in my touch.

I eased the rhythm of my hand, gradually withdrawing. A whimper slipped from his mouth and as he opened his eyes, a look of confusion washed over his face.

"...I...uh..." Not gonna get out of this easy...

I was utterly at a loss for words. I can't quite comprehend why I withdrew in that moment, why I would sabotage the most extraordinary experience of my life, or why I halted something I had longed for since the day we met. I'm definitely certain he thought the same.

He cocked and eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

I didn't have one. His eyes, filled with frustration, searched for an answer that wasn't coming. His brows furrowed, a silent expression of irritation as he stared at my blank face.

There's nothing I can say that he would believe...

"I... I think we should stop." I say slowly.

My expression was unreadable, my mind blank. I shrugged and turned my gaze away, unwilling to look at his face. My eyes then fell on his hands, gripping the edge of the table I was sitting at. His fingers had left deep indentations in the wood from how tightly he was holding on. If he were human, the force would've likely given him splinters.

He stood there, motionless, as if rooted to the spot, and I could tell he wasn't planning to leave. An awkward silence hung between us while I deliberately avoided his gaze.

I longed for him to say something, anything, just to break the silence. The stillness was unbearable. Slowly, I began to lift my gaze.

Before I could reach his face I heard the breaking of wood. I looked down with surprise.

The wood on each side of me was gone, crumbled to the floor. If it was an inch closer I would have fell to the floor with it.

My eyes still wide from shock, staring at the wood on the floor.

What the hell? I could have fell.

The last thing I wanted was splinters in my butt for my honeymoon. He's never this reckless, what was he thinking?

"Edward! What the hell?" I said almost yelling.

My gaze finally reached his, finding a man I did not recognize.

Hope I have you guys on the edge of your seat... hehe, get it? Fanfiction joke...