A/N: This EPOV outtake was originally written for a Fandom Gives Back Autism Awareness compilation. Here it is again, all dusted off and polished and shiny. Hope you enjoy!

A good song for this chapter: "Elsewhere" by Heyrocco

Sneak Peek: "Oh, I plan on finishing…"

"I can't find the thingy," Bella says between wild giggles. "It's dark in here."

"If you'd stop fumbling around, I could get it in," I say in frustration. "It's really hard."

"Careful. Don't touch it too much or you'll leave fingerprints." She leans forward and we bump heads, sending her into another fit of laughter. "Ow! This is ridiculous. Why does it have to be so dark?"

"It can't be exposed to light, Bella. You know that." It's exasperating and awkward—and our first experience with it. "Now hold this. I think it's almost in. Yes!"

"Don't move," she whispers. "It can slip out really easily. Just twist it gently."

Finally, the roll of film catches, and I'm able to turn the reel and load it properly. "I don't care how much you practice that in the light; it's just not the same when you can't rely on your eyes."

It's our second week of photography class and our first time loading film into reels in the light-tight room. It's not the same as the dark room. I never knew these tiny closet-like rooms existed. There's just enough space for two people and a table, and when the door is shut, it's so dark you can't even see your hand in front of your face. The first time I went in during the tour of the photo lab, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I started to panic. I've never done very well with enclosed spaces, but at least I've never had a huge freakout. I would never have made it past the first couple of weeks in class if I had.

"There," I say, inserting the loaded reel into a black canister and snapping the lid on. "Let's do yours now."

When Bella's film is on the reel and in the canister, we both sigh in relief and sit back for a second. Well, I sit back in relief. I can't see what she's doing. A cold hand cups my cheek, and I jump.

"We did it!" she says and plants a quick kiss somewhere in the vicinity of my lips. "I'm sure it'll be much easier next time."

I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her waist. "I hope so. I'm glad we came during open lab and not class hours. There'd be a line of people waiting outside that door."

She giggles again. "I wonder if anybody's ever done it in here."

I'm not sure where that thought came from, but far be it from me to question my girl thinking about sex. I raise an eyebrow and leer at her, even though she can't see me. "Hmm. I dunno. But if not, I wouldn't mind being the first ones." I drag my lips down her throat and over her shoulder.

"I don't know… I was only kidding," she says. "Well, half kidding."

"Don't kid me about that kind of stuff, Bella." I bite her shoulder. She squeaks, but her surprise soon graduates to a sound that stirs a pleasant feeling in my pants.

"You know, it really is kind of hot."

"Hot?" I repeat, running my thumbs over her hard nipples. "It seems like you're a little cold."

"I didn't mean it that way. I mean…not knowing what you're about to do. Not being able to see anything."

"Oh, so if I do this"—I lean in and bite a nipple through her top, making her jump and moan simultaneously—"then you won't see it coming?"

"God. It's like everything is hypersensitive." She swings a leg over me to straddle my lap and licks slowly up my neck and jaw. "See?" she whispers.

"Yeah. I do." A shiver goes through my body, and I pull her hips flush with mine, grinding against her. "You're wearing a dress."

"Mmm." She moans when I move my hand down to feel damp heat radiating through thin cotton panties. "Edward," she says in a sort of breathless way, "you'd better not start something we can't finish."

"Oh, I plan on finishing," I growl, pushing my erection against her again and causing us both to groan. I tilt my head and aim my lips toward where I hope hers are. We collide in a rough kiss, tongues slipping and teeth nipping.

I feel her reach down and unbutton my jeans, and when she takes me in her hand, I draw in a sharp breath. She's so right; everything is unexpected and extra sensitive in complete darkness. I groan her name as her soft, grasping hand slides slowly up and down. My hands wander over her body, squeezing her breasts, skimming down her sides and over the slight swell of her hips, and then caressing down her soft, smooth legs. When I hit leather, my dick twitches in her grip.

"I forgot you're wearing those boots," I whisper.

"Yeah, I guess I am," she says, the smug grin obvious in her voice.

"Oh, Bella," I growl again, tugging my pants down slightly and pushing her panties to the side. "I'm going to fuck you now. Here in the dark with those sexy boots on." I've never said those words to her. Sure, I've done it—just gone at it. Fucked her. But I've never used the word. I hope she's not offended, but I can't help myself.

"Please," she whimpers, and my heart rate goes through the roof. Her weight shifts on my lap as she rises slightly and reaches down to position herself over me. Our breathing picks up exponentially as she sinks down on me. The wet warmth that always feels so amazing around me is even better in this dark, public place.

"You feel so good," I mutter into her neck when I'm buried inside her. "Soft and warm." She starts moving right away, hands on my shoulders, legs wrapped around me. My head falls back as I let her take the reins for the time being. She slides up and down slowly, making little noises that add to my other heightened senses. When I can't stand it any longer, I grab her hips and thrust up into her.

"Oh!" she exclaims, and I wonder briefly if the light-tight room is soundproof as well.

My hands begin to wander again. I pull the front of her dress down so I can access her gorgeous tits. Not that I can see them, but I can feel them. And taste them. Christ, she tastes so good. I suck a tightened nipple into my mouth, loving the feeling of rolling it around on my tongue. I'm pretty sure she loves it, too, because she groans again and contracts around me. I pinch her other nipple roughly, knowing it always brings her right to the edge.

Bella cries out, and something in me snaps. I palm her ass and stand up to deposit her on top of the small table, where she leans back on her hands, creating the perfect angle for me to grab her hips and just let go. I thrust hard, hearing her muffled cries as she comes around me. My balls tighten with the winding, coiling feeling that always means I'm close. Each squeeze and pulse urges me closer and closer. And then I'm done for. I lean forward and suck on her neck, muting my loud groans as I come deep inside her.

She collapses backward on the table like a rag doll, and I sag forward with my head on her stomach.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the photo lab," she says with a laugh when we catch our breath. "Oh, God. That was hot."

I laugh, too, and kiss her with both hands framing her face. "I have to agree."

We straighten ourselves and clean up as best as we can, relieved that Bella always carries a pack of tissues in her bag. I crack the door open and peek out. "Coast is clear," I tell her. "Not a soul in sight."

She breathes out heavily. "Good. Look, I'm gonna go use the restroom. Can you start my film?"

"Of course." I kiss her forehead. "Go ahead."

At that moment, the door to the second light-tight room opens, and a couple steps out looking as rumpled and bedraggled as we must. The girl smoothes her hands over her blonde hair; the guy just grins as he exits the room.

Bella's eyes widen as they walk past her and out of the lab. "Guess that answers my question. But they didn't even have the decency to pretend they were here to work."

I snort. "Like there was anything decent about what we just did."

One side of her mouth lifts in a smirk, and she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. "I love you," she whispers. "And that was sensational."

"Yes, it was," I murmur. "And I love you, too."

"Be right back," she says, shooting me a flirty look over her shoulder as she walks out of the photo lab.

I watch her go with a smug smile on my face. I have the best girlfriend ever.