This is a completely pointless one-shot, just so you know.

~ ah yes, and one more thing, please ignore the fact that neither Edward or Bella seems to care about birth control. It’s just way too much of a mood killer to include that.

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The first time I saw him, he was playing a small, electric piano with two other boys and a slight girl who made up the band he was a member of. It took me catching a few more performances for me to even be able to take them in fully and I wasn’t positive that I’d be able to pick the rest of the group out of a crowd even now.

It wasn’t that the other two boys weren’t good looking. In fact, I’d heard more than one or two girls swooning over the both of them. The girl with the band sang sweetly as the boys played a soft rock tempo behind her. It was just I couldn’t care less what kind of music they played or what the rest of them looked like, all I cared about was him.

He never lingered after a performance though. Not once. More than a few times, I had spotted his three band mates dancing around the club, but never the handsome bronze haired pianist. I almost took it upon myself to ask one of his band mates more about him one night, but I was thwarted when a rather drunk blonde man insisted I dance with him. With no help in sight, I felt myself being dragged onto the dance floor.

As soon as he wasn’t paying attention, I dodged away from him and found myself on the far end of the bar. I hastily threw a look over my shoulder to make sure the blonde man wasn’t en route to come fetch me again.

It was then that an unfamiliar, low voice interrupted my frantic movements.

“Don’t worry, some redheaded stick has sufficiently distracted him,” the voice said, sounding amused. I whirled around from the bar to see the man I had been coming to this club to see for the past month standing right beside me. I tried to bite back my gasp of surprise and not gape at him with wild eyes. How exactly was it possible that the moment I stop looking for him, there he was right here, standing beside me? Ridiculous.

It seemed though that it didn’t matter much what I did because I didn’t even have time to even get an unintelligent thanks out before he was pushing himself away from the bar and walking away. I gaped after him for a moment before finding my voice.

“Wait!” I called after him. He paused and turned around, quirking an eyebrow at me in question. “Uhm – what’s your name?” I blurted out, unable to articulate any of my other questions. I wasn’t sure how well ‘can you take me home with you and do wild sexual acts with me?’ would go over as a conversation starter anyway.

He smirked, a curious light playing behind his eyes suddenly, and walked back over to me.

“I’m Edward. And you are?” he answered politely.

“Bella, Bella Swan,” I said.

“Well, Bella, Bella Swan, I’ve noticed you come here often. What brings you here?” he asked after a moment and my heart flipped at his words. He noticed I came here often. Oh God, he must think I’m some sort of barfly. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Think, Bella.

“I like the music here,” I said at last. It would have been a good answer, if I could have just shut up right then and there. “I only come when your band is playing.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he looked amused again. Why, God, why did my mouth have to have a mind of its own?

“Really now?” he prodded and there was no doubt about the humored edge in his voice now. “Should I now go on to assume that you were only humoring me by asking my name and that you in fact know every one in my band’s names and their addresses?”

Damn, now he thinks I’m a groupie. Was there no escaping being labeled as a creepy stalker type when you talk to gorgeous pianists like him?

“I don’t,” I confessed, my mouth working with me instead of against me for once. “I don’t know anything about you except that when you play, you look like you really mean it.”

He softened immediately and stepped a little closer to me.

“And tell me, Bella, Bella Swan, what do you know about meaning it?” he asked lowly. I could barely hear him over the crowd and surely I wouldn’t have caught any of what he was saying if he hadn’t have been so close all of a sudden. How did he get so close, so quickly? My head swam as I looked up at him to find him studying me intently from barely half an arms length away.

It was then that my mouth decided to betray me again, but this time it wasn’t with words. Instead of speaking, I resolutely closed the gap between us and planted my lips on his without a second thought. At first, his lips were frozen in surprise against mine but it took less time than I could even register for them to start moving against mine. His hands came up to press against my back and I felt myself being pushed into the bar behind me.

His lips were everything I’d imagined them to be and more. As his tongue swirled against mine, an electric feeling coursed through my entire body and for once, I was thankful to my mouth for getting me into trouble because this had to be the best kind of trouble I’d ever been in.

My fingers tugged at the belt loops of his worn jeans, pulling his hips closer to mine and I couldn’t help but shiver as he softly moaned against my lips. It was easy to forget that we were in a public place when he was kissing me like this. His lips were fervent and desperate, letting my imagination run wild with the possibility that maybe he had wanted this just as much as I had. He had noticed me here before. Maybe his mind had been host to the same sorts of fantasies mine had been.

He broke away from me when the bartender cleared his throat loudly behind us. I fought the urge to glare at the offending man. Edward smiled down at me, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind in that moment.

“I don’t usually do anything like this,” he started. He looked inexplicably nervous all of a sudden and his eyes dodged away from mine.

“Well,” I said tentatively. “If it makes it any better, I never do anything like this.”

Those seemed to be the magic words. His eyes met mine again, looking relieved and bright again. I reveled in the sight as he kissed me again, chaste and slow.

“Do you want to –” I started to ask, but he interrupted me with another kiss.

“Yes, whatever you want,” he answered simply. His green eyes had darkened considerably and I shivered at the sight. This man had no idea the effect he had on me just by being himself.

Without another word, I led him outside and hailed a cab. He climbed in behind me, wrapping his arms around me once we were inside the cab as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him. It’s not like I was complaining.

The ride was short and we stumbled upstairs to my apartment quickly. I fumbled with keys before swinging the door open and tugging Edward inside with me. He grinned at me as the door closed behind us and I didn’t even have time to blink before he had me pressed against the wall with his lips ravishing mine again. I moaned into his mouth which he claimed eagerly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed in a murmur as we caught our breath. My lips jerked into a satisfied smile.

“Me too,” I admitted. “Ever since I first saw you.”

He nodded, his eyes smoldering, as he took my hands and guided them underneath his shirt to feel the smooth expanse of muscle there. I sighed as his lips started to explore the hollow of my neck and I grabbed impatiently at the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it over his head.

I shivered involuntarily when I felt his long, elegant fingers brush along the wire of my bra and no longer capable of much more, I whimpered in encouragement as his hand danced around the clasp. Finally releasing it, I helped him remove my shirt and bra in one movement and then pulled him closer, aching to feel his bare skin against mine.

He pressed me even harder against the wall and moaned when I ground my hips into his, trying to ease some of the pooling ache I felt.

“Bella,” he whispered, his voice fanning gently across my face. His lips ghosted along my collarbone and I melted into his embrace completely. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Mmm,” I hummed vaguely. The only thought in my head was how good his lips felt against my skin. He laughed, his fingers tracing circles on my hipbones before traveling back up to palm my breasts. I let my head fall back against the wall, giving him better access to my neck which he quickly took advantage of by sucking gently in the hollow there.

“Bella,” he said softly, a teasing edge in his voice. My eyes snapped open as I tried desperately to remember exactly how to get to my room, and more importantly, my bed. His hand snaked up my arm to intertwine our fingers together and I nodded more to myself than to him, trying to gather some semblance of my wits about me before I fell flat on my face.

I pushed off from the wall and tugged gently on his hand as I led him down the hallway to my bedroom. His free arm found its way around my waist and he planted a few soft kisses on my shoulder, then the base of my neck as I walked us to our destination. As soon as I reached the door, I hastily shoved it open and pulled him inside, already missing the full contact of his body.

I kissed him deeply as I tugged him by his belt loops deeper into my room and he kicked the door shut behind us. I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers burying themselves in his hair, and he walked me backwards until my knees hit my bed. I fell back against the comforter and pulled him down to join me. He lay on top of me eagerly and wasted no time kissing his way down my bare stomach. I shivered, noticing for the first time how cold I was. He grinned at the gesture and looked up through hooded eyes at me as he took one of my breasts into his mouth.

My hips jerked up towards his involuntarily as he bit down teasingly on my nipple. I groaned in frustration, my fingers kneading into his back as I pulled him closer and ground my hips into his again.

“Edward,” I begged throatily, loving the way his name sounded coming from my lips. His hips pressed a little deeper into mine and I could clearly feel his erection against my thigh. I squirmed beneath him, my nails dug a little into his back as they traveled downwards.

His free hand traced down my stomach until his fingers rested on my hip. I sighed in anticipation as they played with my jeans and he lifted his head from my breasts to kiss me again. When he pulled away, he opened his mouth to speak, his fingers still playing along the waistband of my jeans, but I cut him off, not giving him the chance to ask permission.

“Stop being a gentleman and just take them off,” I nearly growled as his fingers lingered. He breathed a soft laugh before covering my mouth with his again and following my instructions. His fingers deftly unbuttoned and lowered my zipper, giving me leave to shimmy my way out of the pants without losing the contact of his addicting kiss. He pulled the jeans from me and threw them to the side of the bed.

He wasted no time in started to drag my underwear down my legs in a slow, sensuous manner that nearly undid me right then and there. I squirmed underneath him, trying to wriggle my body closer to his in anticipation.

As soon as I was free of my last article of clothing, his fingers gently ran their way back up the inside of my thigh and I giggled at the sensation, throwing my head back against the pillow. His green eyes never left my face as traced circles on the sensitive skin but never got near enough to go beyond teasing.

“Edward, please,” I whispered, unable to keep the wine from my voice. He didn’t seem to notice though, instead he leaned a little further over me and his fingers crept closer to my center until finally, one slim finger ran along my slick folds. I nearly jumped at the sensation out of pure tension.

He grinned, but didn’t say anything. He repeated the actions, this time letting the finger dip inside of me.

“Edward,” I pleaded, letting my eyes close as I pushed myself up towards him. He finally complied, adding another finger to his ministrations and plunging them inside me. He thrust them in and out, building a rhythm that my hips quickly followed, and his thumb rubbed my clit, bringing me close to the edge in a matter of seconds.

He pushed me over easily with a few deft strokes of his fingers and I melted against the bed, panting from the experience, but determined not to waste any time in getting more from him. I pushed on his chest and flipped him over with a quick kiss to his lips before I made my way down his body. His fingers brushed through my tangled hair and I threw him a lustful glance as I unbuttoned his jeans, the last real barrier between us. As soon as they were loose, I hooked his waistband and his boxers with my fingers and hastily removed them.

His member strained against the fabric as I pulled them off and I swallowed in anticipation as it sprung free. The pooling ache inside of me that he had partially satisfied a few moments ago returned tenfold and I wanted him inside me more than ever, but instead I let my hand curl around him. He let out a gust of air as I gripped him and his eyes darkened with lust. I let my hand jerk up and down a few more times on its own before I leant over him and took the tip of his erection into my mouth.

His hands immediately stopped stroking my hair and I felt them pull it slightly as his entire body tensed beneath me. Gently, I sucked on the smooth skin, letting my head bob up and down.

“God, Bella,” he groaned, his fingers pulling a little harder on my hair. He let go of me as I pulled away and I crawled back up his body to meet his eager lips. His tongue plunged inside my mouth and his hands came to grip my hips firmly as he flipped me over without missing a beat.

Now laid out beneath him, I strained upwards as he positioned himself between my legs. His hands stroked down my side tenderly and I watched with bated breath as his finger tested my slick center once more. My hips jerked as a single finger crooked inside of me and I pleaded silently for him to stop teasing me.

“Bella,” he whispered softly and his lips crashed down on mine before I had time to meet his eyes. I kissed him back fiercely and when he pulled back from my lips, he shifted closer to me one last time before sliding deep inside of me with one, smooth movement.

I gasped at his sudden movement and he gave me a moment to adjust before he began to thrust steadily inside of me. My hips met his readily, easily finding his rhythm in a way I’d never been able to do with anyone else before.

His lips hungrily covered my breasts, alternating between them, as his hips slapped against mine. In turn, I pulled him closer, straining and twisting myself to meet his movements. He groaned as I tugged at his hair and cried out in pleasure as waves of electricity coursed through me.

“Edward,” I gasped as I fell apart in his arms and he pulled me closer, his lips against mine were almost bruising in their ferocity. His hips jerked erratically against mine and his breaths came in short gasps as he reached his own climax. I rolled my hips up once more to meet his and then he spilled himself inside me, filling me with warmth.

He collapsed against me, still buried deep inside me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his sweaty skin closer to mine. His lips found mine easily and as he rolled to my side, they didn’t leave my mouth. His kisses turned slow and languorous as he lay beside me and I snuggled to his side as his arms wound around me.

“That was amazing,” I murmured in between kisses and he nodded sleepily, his fingers weaving their way through my hair again. He smiled contentedly and squeezed my waist. I hitched my leg against his body, closing the last few inches between us.

“You know,” he said softly. “I really did mean what I said earlier.”

“What was that?” I asked curiously, resting my chin on his bare chest so I could look up at him.

“That I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he repeated thoughtfully.

“Why didn’t you talk to me earlier then?” I asked curiously, propping myself up on an elbow so I could see his face better.

He shrugged, pulling my blanket that we’d kicked aside much earlier up around us.

“I guess I thought you wouldn’t want me in the same way I wanted you,” he admitted quietly. His dark green eyes met mine with startling honestly and I couldn’t help but tell the truth in that moment.

“I think I’ll always want you,” I whispered just as quietly.

“Good.” He smiled, the light of it spreading into his eyes. “Because I don’t think I would let you go now anyway.”

I swallowed, and unable to find an appropriate verbal response, I kissed him. He smiled again and his fingers twirled themselves deeper into my hair.

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Review are like crack, ok. You should be considerate of a junkie like me and just do it.