Hey guys! I took a bit of a hiatus from my FanFiction account, but I'm back. I hope you like this story - it's a little more risque than anything else I've done. Any reader that doesn't want to deal with some more mature content, don't read! Here's a disclaimer: I do not own any of the wonderful characters portrayed in the following stories (though I wish I did) - they all came from the genius brain of Stephenie Meyer.


The bell rang shrilly, and the classroom sprang into action. I gathered my books quickly and ran out the door, jostling other people out of my way to get out first. I wasn't normally so pushy; in fact, I'd usually pack up my bag extra slowly in order to avoid the inevitable commotion that was caused by the ringing of a school bell. This time, however, was different. My Edward was waiting for me in his shiny silver Volvo out in the parking lot, and I wanted - needed to see him as soon as possible.

When I arrived outside, Edward was already holding the passenger door open, waiting patiently beside it. We locked eye contact as I ran to him, and a dazzling smile broke out on his perfect face. I felt a heated blush creep up my face as I stared willingly into his liquid-gold eyes.

I finally reached Edward. Throwing my arms around his neck in an uncommon public display of affection, I pressed my lips against his cool ones, my heart immediately accelerating to new heights. I moved my lips against his, tracing his full lips with the tip of my tongue. He sighed once, his cold breath washing refreshingly over my face, then pulled away.

"You're energetic today," Edward commented, a familiar crooked grin alighting upon his defined features.

I ignored his attempt to distract me and began to pull his lips back to mine, then hesitated. I looked around furtively and noticed the crowds of students milling around us, getting into their cars and starting their drives back home. We were getting more than a few stares, and with great embarrassment I realized that one of those stares was coming from Mike Newton, who glared jealously at Edward from across the lot.

"How 'bout we go somewhere more private?" I whispered to the angel standing before me. I expected Edward to shake his head to my suggestive proposal, and instead offer to drag me somewhere public and crowded, like a restaurant, where I couldn't put him in a position that endangered my all-too-human life. His quick response surprised me.

"I know just the place."

With a flick of his wrist, Edward maneuvered me into the passenger seat of the Volvo and walked - at a human's pace, since there were still many bystanders lingering in the lot - around to the driver's side. He started the already-purring car and sped off the campus.

As we raced down the quaint, rain-dampened streets of Forks, I began to wonder where exactly we were going. How did I know he wasn't just going to take me out for a night on Port Angeles, instead of somewhere secluded and private where I could be alone with him?

"Edward, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see," he answered, and said nothing more. I looked over at his flawless profile, and once again speculated on our situation - a romantic relationship between a god and an ordinary girl. Why would said god be remotely interested in the heartbreakingly-average human girl? It just didn't make sense to me. This bothered me, but I didn't voice my thoughts to Edward. The one time I did, bewilderment and pain shone in his topaz eyes, and he urged me to stop thinking of such things. However, my momentary silence gave me away, and Edward took one of his hands off the wheel to massage my shoulders.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked me, the tips of his long, white fingers rubbing in circles on my neck. I didn't respond; I just closed my eyes and sighed in contentment, hoping that he wasn't really waiting for an answer. I deflected his query with a question of my own.

"So you're really not going to tell me where we're going?" I asked. Edward shook his head and smiled.

"Please?" I insisted childishly. "Puh-lease?" I opened my brown eyes as wide as I could and pouted, pushing my bottom lip out. I blinked twice, fluttering my eyelashes. "Please?" I asked again.

Edward's face grew slack, and his eyes widened. "Ummm…"

I could hear the reluctance in his voice. He gazed at me with longing, then tore his eyes away, focusing on the dark road whizzing away underneath the tires.

"We're here now," he said, and he turned the wheel in a sharp left, driving the car into a narrow opening in the forest on the side of the road. I gazed out the window, noticing for the first time that heavy droplets of rain battered the roof of the Volvo. The sky was a dark gray outside, and thick storm clouds gathered together above us. We were driving along an old dirt road, and leafy, swaying trees lined its edges. We crossed a wooden bridge, and then Edward stopped the car half a mile later.

We were on the edge of a canyon, a steep cliff that gave us the most beautiful view I had ever witnessed. The angry storm clouds that I had noticed earlier cast a shadow over the canyon's borders, and brilliant rays of sunlight peeked out from beneath the cracks of the clouds and sprayed beams of sunshine over the rocky cliff shelves. Clear-blue droplets of rain pattered endlessly over the scene before me. I gasped in wonder and surprise at the striking, unassuming beauty that lay before us.

"Edward," I murmured, "it's absolutely gorgeous." I raised my eyes in his direction.

Instead of staring at the stunning landscape in front of us, like I had expected him to be, Edward was gazing at me, with nothing less than what seemed like awe and admiration on his face. I hesitated, then started to speak.

"What - ?" I never got to finish asking my question.

Edward grabbed my face roughly and pressed his cool lips to mine. With apparent urgency, our lips moved together in sync, and our willing bodies fit together perfectly. Edward reluctantly pulled his lips away from my eager mouth and left a trail of tender kisses across my jawbone and down my neck. I sighed in satisfaction, and that one sound seemed to make Edward's kisses even more rough and uncontrolled. I tried to scoot closer to him, but the steering wheel, dashboard, and gear shift between us made that almost impossible.

In a blur, Edward cradled me against his hard chest and gently pulled our interlinked bodies to the backseat. With unexpected forcefulness, he eased me backwards so that I was lying, facing the ceiling, while he hovered over me. We resumed our passionate kissing, my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands stroking every inch of my body. I nibbled on the edge of his lip, causing him to groan softly. I ran my hands through his tousled, bronze hair and pressed myself ever closer to his granite-hard body.

Several minutes passed, and Edward didn't stop our escalating physical contact like he usually did. I seized this unanticipated opportunity with great enthusiasm, pushing our limits farther than ever. I began to stealthily unbutton my red blouse, hoping against hope that he wouldn't stop us. He didn't. I reached the last button of my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. I heard Edward gasp as he looked below my neck - territory that we hadn't yet explored. As he stared down at my chest, I had a moment of hormonal insecurity - what if he didn't like what he saw? However, this flash of self-doubt was quickly erased when I felt his cool, delicious breath tickle my ear, and he murmured, "You are so beautiful."

Edward softly traced the flat planes of my stomach with great caution, and a light shudder rippled through my body. I sluggishly pulled his face back to mine to continue kissing. He pulled back, and for a moment I thought that our incredibly annoying physical boundaries had been reached. I futilely prepared myself for overwhelming disappointment, but when I raised my eyes, I saw a devilish gleam twinkle in Edward's eyes. This new gleam definitely did not make me think that he was going to cut our physical contact short, but exactly the opposite.

Hmmm... what exactly is Edward planning to do? That devilish gleam of his could only anticipate a naughty, naughty thought! Leave a review of what you thought of the story, and tell me if you want more. If at least ten people want the rest of the story, I guess I'll make myself write it.