Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I do own everything else.

Thanks so much to my friend and beta Mac as well as sncmom and SueBob for putting up with my indecisiveness of how this story would go. They are also pretty big activity contributors.

If you haven't read One Weekend, I'd suggest you do. Otherwise, this first chapter will make no sense. If you're under 18 – don't read… please.

"Where are you?" he asked, the urgency in his voice clear to me even over the phone.

I wanted to kick myself for leaving the lake house the way that I had. I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving and not giving him my number, my last name, or any other information. He wouldn't know anything about me, and I wouldn't know anything about him, either. That's the way I wanted it.

But after replaying the weekend over and over again in my mind, I couldn't just end it. I wanted to see him one more time.

"I'm almost home, unfortunately. I do want to see you again, though… soon."

"Is now soon enough? Turn your car around and get your ass back here." And there was that sultry voice again.

"I'm about three hours away," I said laughing. "What are you doing next weekend?"

"No good - I'm out of town. And to be honest, I really don't want to wait that long. Besides, if you want dessert I'm afraid the pears and chocolate sauce won't be any good after today," he teased.

"That would be horrible and such a waste, too," I tsked. Eyeing each exit, I entertained the idea of turning my car around.

"Mmm. It would be… almost tragic. I make one hell of a chocolate sauce, you know."

I took a deep breath and veered onto an exit. You're playing with fire, Bella. It was as if my mother was sitting in the seat next to me, clucking her tongue in disapproval. I mentally told the voice in my head to shut up.

It wasn't like I had to go into work the next day, deal with my boss, and clean out my desk. Things could wait another twenty-four hours, right? But if he wasn't available next weekend, did I really want to take a chance on not knowing when I could see him again? That would be a resounding NO. Playing with fire or not, I needed to feel Edward's hands on me one more time.

The fuel gauge showed there was just a quarter of a tank left of gas, so I pulled into a Sunoco station.

"I'll bet you do. So, what if I did turn around? Will you have my dessert waiting for me when I arrive?"

Edward chuckled. "Should I wear an apron and serve it to you on a platter, Miss Swan?"

I leaned my head back onto the headrest and giggled while an image of a very naked Edward wearing only a white, frilly apron popped into my mind.

"Yes, that would be perfect," I teased, climbing out of my car.

I was giddy, schoolgirl giddy, from the thought of seeing Edward again. I knew that nothing could result of our tryst together, and I really didn't want it to. But it just didn't feel like it was over.

It had just occurred to me that I still didn't know his last name, and now, thanks to caller ID, he knew mine.

"By the way," I wasn't sure I even wanted to ask this next question as I walked toward the store, "what's your last name?"

"Cullen." His smile was apparent through the phone.

I gnawed at my bottom lip for a moment. Edward Cullen. "I'm on my way."

"I'll be waiting."

I pushed the door of the convenience store open to buy a few things for the drive: water, a couple of protein bars for obvious reasons, and a travel-sized bottle of mouth wash. I couldn't have bad breath when I kissed Edward Cullen, now could I?

I turned onto the narrow dirt road that led to Edward's house; my heart quickened when I saw him leaning against the railing of his porch.

He smiled and jogged down the steps toward my car as I parked behind his.

I got out of my car and shut the door behind me. He looked even better looking to me now than he had before. "Hey," I said.

"Come here, you." Edward slid his arm around my lower back and pulled me into him.

His lips were soft and warm against mine, and he tasted like mint and chocolate. My hands were cupped around his unshaven cheeks, our tongues pressing and swirling together. Edward snaked his other hand up my back, his fingers knotting through my hair as he pulled me into him even closer.

We pulled back from each other, only minutely, and I couldn't help but grin widely. He peppered my face with soft kisses – his stubble tickled as it grazed my skin.

"I'm glad you came back," he said.

"Me too." I was probably a little too happy.

Edward grabbed my bag from the car and took me by the hand, leading me into his house. It was open and simple, not what I had imagined at all. I had assumed that he'd have his home decorated professionally with works of masculine and expensive art and high-end electronics. I was way off. The main level was just one, massive open space with huge windows that faced the lake. The house I rented was visible through the windows. I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress a smile, thinking about the first night I saw him - wet, naked, beautiful.

The expanse of the main level, bedecked in tans and creams, seemed to say that Edward liked things simple. A few pieces of furniture faced a colossal stone fireplace that stretched from floor to ceiling. No television, just a couple of wooden shelves heavily stocked with books. A few small paintings and prints were hung throughout, not seeming to symbolize anything. They were just pictures of scenery, nothing I recognized. They could have been places that Edward had been to, or they just could have served the purpose of hanging something on the walls. The only exceptions to the simplicity of his home were the stainless steel appliances in his kitchen. They didn't seem to be the run of the mill selection one would find at Sears, either. Instead, the appliances seemed to have represented the works of art that I assumed he'd have in his home. At that moment, I decided to stop assuming things about Edward.

"Did you need to freshen up at all? The bathroom is through there." Edward pointed toward a hallway off of the living room.

I nodded; admittedly, I had to pee – badly. I picked up my overnight bag as he walked to the refrigerator and opened the glass doors to retrieve a small platter of pears and a smaller bowl, which had to contain his infamous sauce. He winked at me as he placed the dessert on the black, granite counter. If the sauce tasted as good as his kiss had earlier, I thought I'd probably never leave him.

Just as the thought had entered my mind, I pushed it away. There were things that I needed to take care of in the 'real world,' and I reminded myself of that as I walked toward the bathroom. But I wasn't going to let that ruin the moment.

You're both adults. You're not leading him on. He's just in it for the sex too, I told myself.

I would be honest with him and tell him, again, that things were complicated for me and that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to make any promises we couldn't keep. It would most likely end up being one of those things where the 'I'll call you's' would slowly dwindle over time, anyway. There was no doubt in my mind that Edward was anything less than genuine, but I sure as hell didn't want to start up a relationship at this point in my life.

I turned the faucet and let the cold water run for a few seconds, thinking of the divorce papers that were sprawled out over my kitchen table at home. It was just this morning that Edward had asked if I was married – if that was the 'complication' in my life. I had lied to him – sort of – and told him it was nothing like that. Technically, I wasn't married in the sense that I was cheating or running away from a husband. The complication was that I was about to become unemployed and newly divorced. I really didn't know what I wanted to do, let alone get seriously involved with anyone.

Jake and I had been separated for a year after being married for a little over a decade. We were high school sweethearts. There were never any major issues with us; he hadn't cheated and neither had I; he never beat me nor had he ever said anything to make me feel badly about myself. The truth was that Jake was a good guy, and we just fell out of love with each other; it was like being married to a friend instead of a lover. I often questioned if we ever really were in love, the kind of love that two people should share. The entire decision for us to split had been amicable, and I considered myself lucky. We sold our house and divided everything up equally. It was hard and sad, but it was time to move on. I hadn't spoken to Jake in a couple of months… not until the papers arrived.

My head started to ache, and I splashed a little water over my face, my thoughts returning to Edward, and I vowed that I would be honest with him about not making promises.

I brushed a few tangles out of my hair and then brushed my teeth. The mouth wash had left a harsh, antiseptic taste, and there were a couple of disgusting traces of the protein bar in my teeth. My face flushed from the possibility of Edward discovering one of those remnants when he kissed me earlier. Not only would that have been beyond gross, but completely mortifying, too.

Edward was sitting at the island when I returned to the kitchen. An empty stool sat across from him, a single plate holding the dessert with two forks in front of him.

"Better?" he asked. His bright green eyes wrinkled at the corners, just slightly, when he smiled.

"Much better, thank you," I replied. "That looks really good." I took my seat across from him and picked up a fork. I guessed I would be feeding myself, and that was really okay with me.

Edward picked up his fork, slicing a piece of chocolate covered pear with it, put it in his mouth. I was jealous of the fork, watching him as he slid it from between his lips. I copied his movement, taking a smaller piece.

I wanted to talk to him first, before we hopefully jumped into the sack, but the sugary taste and grainy texture of the pear complemented by the sauce was nothing like I'd ever had before. My eyes widened from the surprise.

"What did you put in this?" I asked after swallowing. "It's sweet and warm – not like warm in temperature, but warm in flavor – does that make sense?" Edward raised his eyebrows in amusement as I continued to babble. "And there's another flavor I can't put my finger on. Oh my god, Edward, I can't even begin to describe it." I took another piece, larger this time.

Edward laughed as he speared more of the most delicious dessert I'd ever tasted. "Secret recipe." He crinkled his nose, teasing me. "I'm glad you like it."

I tried not to make a pig of myself, but it was so good. Traces of juice were on the corners of my mouth. Edward rose from his stool and stepped toward me as I used my finger and thumb wiping away the juice. He placed his hands on my face and leaned into kiss me.

"Now that I've given you dessert," he whispered in my ear, "are you going to run away again?"

Run away? Okay, it was now or never. "No," I whispered. "I can stay for a while. I want to," I admitted.

Edward took my hands, guiding me away from the stool.

"But we should really talk fir-" He cupped his hands on my face again and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before I had a chance to finish.

I snaked my arms up his chest and around his neck, my leg between his and his between mine, and pulled him closer. His mouth traced down my neck, nibbling and licking along the way, and my hands quickly found the buttons of his shirt. I popped them open as quickly as I could, struggling not to tear his shirt off of him.

Talk is overrated.

My heart pounded as his lips moved to my collar bone and down to my breast. He bit at my puckered nipple through my shirt and bra, and I reached to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Edward held my clothing-bound hands over my head with one hand and traced his fingertips down the inside of my arm. He kissed his way from my elbow to the outside of my bicep and continued his journey down my side to my stomach. Each kiss and touch of his tongue felt as if it left an invisible mark, as though a hole was burning into my skin.

Edward knelt in front of me; as I pulled my hands from their restraints, he unfastened my pants, tugging them and my dampened panties to the floor. He kissed down my thigh to my knee and then to my ankle, lifting one foot and then the other, carefully removing my pants. He licked and bit another path up the inside of my other leg. I tangled my fingers through his hair, bracing myself against him when he nuzzled between my legs. Edward pressed the tip of his tongue into my folds, stroking and flicking at my clit. My legs began to quiver, and I squeezed his hair. He wrapped his arm around my backside while his other hand moved underneath my bra to my breast. I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor. Moving my hand over his as he kneaded and rubbed circles around my nipple with his thumb, I stopped caring about anything else. Nothing else mattered - Edward's touch erased the outside world.

I whispered his name, "Edward," as his tongue worked my body like an instrument. He was an amazing composer.

My hips rocked slowly against him; I wanted to hitch my leg around his neck and bury his head into me, my orgasm building. Edward moaned, the tip of his tongue entering me and then his lips sucked my clit into his warm mouth. He moved his hands to my hips, pulling me into him. My hands grasped his hair again, my balance wavering.

I said his name again, louder this time, "Edward," as my muscles clenched inside. He moaned again, as though inviting me to let my orgasm take over. My response was only a whimper, and my body began to tremble. My chest heaved as Edward dug his fingers into my back.

He moved his tongue faster and then he pressed the flat of it against me; I tilted my head back. "Oh, god." I came hard into his mouth. I was light-headed, and my body was weak and shaking after I peaked.

Edward rose from the floor and removed his shirt before kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I opened his jeans and tugged them down around his hips. Together we took his pants off, and I finally felt his body against mine. Edward lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he spun us around, barricading me between him and the wall. My breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and my hands held his face against mine as our mouths frantically kissed each others.

His tip flirted at my entrance. "Fuck me, Edward," I panted.

"Bella." His voice was raspy, and he pushed himself all the way into me. His hips rocked quicker as he moved himself inside of me. His force pressed me harder against the wall, his one hand was pinned behind me and his other grabbed at the wall. I didn't care about the marks I'd undoubtedly have on my back – they'd simply be a memento.

I locked my ankles around him, removing a hand from his hair as I searched for something to hold onto, something to brace against. I wanted to move my hips with his.

"You feel so good, Bella. Jesus, you feel so good." His forehead was buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

"So do you," I whispered loudly. I couldn't get out all of the words I wanted to say. I was incoherent from Edward being inside me. I wanted to yell toward the heavens and scream hallelujah.

My muscles clenched around him with his every move. My nails dug into the back of his neck with each hard pump of his hips.

Edward moved faster, our lips finding each others again. His tongue danced with mine, and we moaned together as another orgasm approached.

He slowed down. "Bella… condom," he whispered.

I hadn't realized or thought about a condom. "I'm on the pill," I whispered. "Don't stop."

I brought his face back to mine and kissed him, needing to taste his lips. He pumped into me ferociously again and again. Edward's cheek was pressed against mine, and I held my breath, allowing my orgasm to take me over completely.

"Fu-" Edward's deep voice grunted in my ear. He stilled himself, and I could feel him throbbing inside me.

Edward held me against the wall for several moments, kissing my lips. I could still feel him throbbing inside me, albeit slower. He slid me down from the wall, and my knees felt as though they were going to buckle, so I moved my hands up his chest, grasping onto his shoulders.

He scooped me up and carried me over to the oversized couch. Edward lay next to me, removing a blanket that had been resting on the back of it and covered us.

"I know you can't stay," he started, "and I think I know you've got some things going on."

I nodded, listening to him – maybe he'd say it for me. I reminded myself I wouldn't make any promises I couldn't keep.

He continued, "But I don't want it to end here."

I looked into his eyes - they glistened, and my heart started to hammer inside my chest.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he leaned in and pecked a kiss on my lips – his way of shutting me up, I guessed.

"I've got some things going on too," he admitted.

What things? I wanted to ask. I had to be fair, though. I'd only met him a couple of days ago, and it would be best to keep it casual – apparently, for the both of us. This was good, right? This was what I wanted.

"Okay," I said. "What do you suggest?"

My lips pursed, and my palms felt a little sweaty as I waited.

"I really like being with you. I want to be with you, but…" Edward chewed at the inside of his cheek. It was the first time since I met him that he seemed doubtful.

"You want to keep it casual," I said, relieved. Without giving him a chance to reply, I continued, "It's okay, Edward. I really can't jump into something right now either."

He nodded. "Casual… but let's not make some stupid pact that we'll have fun as long as it lasts… that we'll only see each other for as long as it works for the both of us, etc. etc." He waited for me to respond, seemingly watching for a reaction.

"So, you're saying no commitments, no silly rules." This could work for me. "Okay, but I can't make any promises. I won't do that to you."

"I'm not asking you to," he said. "You don't have to tell me anything about you if you don't want to." He smiled gently at me, tracing his finger from my temple to my jaw.

"Nothing? You mean I could just use you for your body?" I teased.

"Yup, and I'd be using you for yours," he replied, chuckling.


A/N: So they're going to give it a go… Smutty times ahead.