A/N: Thanks to Katie and Trin for beta duties.

The usual disclaimer stands. I don't own these characters or anything that is publicly recognizable, but I do own the plot so please don't steal.

This was written for HappyBirthdayNina (a gift thing for Ninapolitan - Happy birthday!). My prompts were bleachers, dawn & lust.

See me. 5:30 a.m. at the lacrosse field. I'll be waiting on the bleachers.

I didn't recognize the handwriting in the margin of my latest term paper, but the note was next to a glaring red F. I was apprehensive but this was the last required class for my degree and I couldn't fail. I needed to graduate on time; I'd already applied and been accepted into grad school.

A significant part of me hoped the note was from the hot TA, Carlisle. I'd spent the first three classes trying not to openly ogle him. I'd failed miserably and taken to sitting in the back of the lecture hall so that I could focus on the professor.

The alarm went off before the ass crack of dawn at 4:30. Sure it was an ungodly hour, but I needed time to make myself presentable. Shower, shave, hair, make up, perfect outfit and I was ready to go.

The sun was just starting to rise when I left my apartment. The air was crisp and I briefly considered going back to grab a jacket because my nipples were definitely visible through the thin, deep v neck sweater I wore but I didn't want to be late.

The lacrosse filed was deserted at this hour so I spotted him right away, Carlisle fucking Cullen, in nothing but a pair of shorts and running shoes. One leg was propped up on the bleachers and he bent down to stretch. I could see sweat glistening on his bare chest as the sun rose higher in the sky. The planes of his chest were chiseled and perfectly defined. A wave of lust and desire washed over me.

What the hell does he want with me and why am I wound so tightly?

He cleared his throat and smirked at me. "Miss Hale, I'm glad you could make it. I wanted to discuss your term paper."

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the fog of lust. "Please call me Rosalie."

"Rosalie. Do you know why your paper warranted an F?"

I fidgeted under his piercing stare and toyed with the hem of my shirt. He made me nervous and I didn't know why. It was just a paper and chances were that he'd invited me here to talk about how I could improve my grade. "No."

"It didn't," he said taking a step toward me. "It was flawless. I needed an excuse to see you out of that damn lecture hall."

My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed thickly. "You did?"

Time slowed down as he took another step toward me and reached up to brush a stray piece of hair off of my face. He nodded and licked his lips slowly. My knees felt wobbly and I struggled to take a deep breath when he leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to concentrate on what Professor Banner is saying when you show up wearing clothes like this?" His hand ghosted along my arm, his thumb brushing the side of my breast ever so slightly.

Words failed me. I shook my head no, eyes focused on his lips as he licked them again.

"Very hard." He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body flush with his.

He buried his face in my hair and muttered something unintelligible. He inhaled deeply, then brushed his nose along my jaw. "I can't wait for the class to be over. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," he said softly.

Damn this man and his integrity. The end of the semester cannot come fast enough.

So there you have it. Thanks to Julie, Jara, Nan and Jess for reading this and telling me that it made sense.