Author's Note: And here is the second version!

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"I love you, Edward," I sighed as Edward rubbed by back. We were lying in his bedroom on a summer Saturday night. The rest of the family was gone on a hunting trip and we had the whole house to ourselves.

"I love you, too, my love," he replied, leaning down to kiss my temple.

I pulled myself up to press my lips to his. He pulled away first, as expected, but this time, I continued to kiss him, despite his reluctance.

"Bella," Edward warned softly, his arms restraining me as he drew away from my eager mouth.

"What?" I demanded, pouting.

"You should go to sleep," he replied, trying to tuck me back in, but I resisted, something quite hard when your strength is about one thousandth of your opponent.

"I don't wantto go to sleep," I said stubbornly. "I do that every night. Tonight, we're alone…" I trailed off suggestively and strained to reach his lips again.

"Bella," he scolded. "You wanted to wait, remember?" Edward lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Only two more weeks." I shivered delicately as his cool, sweet breath caressed my face. I blinked a few times to clear my head.

"I still want to wait, but that doesn't mean you can't kiss me," I argued. He exhaled quietly and trailed light kisses down my face, dancing from my cheek across my forehead, down my nose, and across my fluttering eyelids, before barely brushing my lips.

"Like that?" he murmured. Instead of answering, I leaned into his mouth and kissed him forcefully. I expected him to withdraw and make me go to bed, but I was wrong.

To my intense surprise, he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me, running his cold fingers through my hair. I inhaled sharply as his kisses became more urgent and was only too ready to recompense. With trembling fingers, I unfastened his shirt and spread my hands across his well defined muscles. I was thoroughly enjoying this new, carefree side of Edward.

That is, until the door flew open.

"FREEZE!" Charlie bellowed, his pistol pointed at Edward's exposed chest.

I screamed and Edward swore as we tumbled away from each other, me landing on the floor with a loud thump. "Dad!" I shrieked, untangling myself from the sheets that had followed me to the carpet. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice high and hysterical. "And with a gun?"

Ignoring me, Charlie approached Edward, who looked more terrified than I'd ever seen him as he backed up. "You stay away from my daughter!" he commanded, jabbing his gun ferociously.

"But-but we're engaged!" I protested, blushing hotly.

Charlie's face turned red as he spun to face me. "You stay out of this," he growled before whipping around to face Edward, whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. Charlie prodded him in the chest with the barrel of his pistol. "Touch my daughter again and I'll blow your brains out."

Whatever blood was left in Edward's face from his last hunt drained out of it.

"Come on, Bella, we're leaving." My dad stalked out of the room. Wordless and terrified, I stared after him with my mouth hanging open. Edward was still frozen on the opposite end of the room. "BELLA!"

"Coming Dad!" I squeaked, staggering down the hallway after his booming, angry footsteps. Only, when I reached the first landing, the sound of police sirens startled me, sending me flying down the stairs.

"Ahh!!" I screamed as I soared through the air, landing with a dull bump. Charlie's sirens continued to blare as I moaned.

"Ow…" I tried to get up, but there was a thin, light film that was in the way. I thrashed against it futilely and was about to give up when it was suddenly removed. The sirens stopped. Edward's smiling face looked down at me, my sheets in his hand.

"Good morning, love."

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