Fan Fiction, Sex Gods and Single Girls

A/N: Back to the bedroom…with Overthinkerella and Nearlynekkidward…

Chapter 55: Shivering KABLAMS and Shuddering KERPOWS

The momentary wanton boldness Bella had felt, upon telling Edward to lose his pants, had fled. Blinking, she tried to sort through swirling thoughts and images of black boxer briefs, black silk pajama pants, and oddly enough, little black dresses—which were supposed to make one look slender and petite. If Edward's boxer briefs were supposed to make the contents of his boxers look slender and petite, they had sorely failed. That attentive appendage—all hers and aimed right at her—looked absolutely huge.

Her upper teeth sank into her lower lip in apprehension.

She had been thinking she wanted him in her pants, or more accurately, wanting what was in his pants in her…self. But now that she had gotten another good look at that impressive thing she was wondering about the feasibility of it fitting anywhere she might like to have it. Him. Him and it. Whatever.

There's just no way. Look at that thing!

I am looking. And looking. And looking. And look…

All right! Enough! You're going to embarrass yourself!

She dragged her gawk up from his glorious groin to his equally gawk-worthy, staggeringly handsome face. His eyes sparkled with smug amusement and Bella blushed deeply, belatedly realizing he'd been watching her as she'd overtly ogled his organ.

Congratulations! He caught you peering at his prominent penis! You couldn't act nonchalant and just a little bit confident?

Dear God, he must think I'm so stupidly naïve!

Edward bit the inside of his lip, stifling his smile. She had been staring at his cock. The instinctual beast within him would have gladly pounced and attacked right then but he was reining in the beast, waiting until she was equally as eager to attack him in return. Until then, her reactions would lead his actions. And at the moment, she seemed flustered and hesitant and he suspected her faltering was the fault of his overly eager erection.

Perfect, Cullen, your dick is behaving like a dick and now she's…worried?

He hoped she wasn't having second thoughts about him, despite his dick.

"Are you afraid?" he asked with gentle concern. "Trust me, Bella, I won't do anything you don't want me to or aren't ready for."

"No, I'm…fine," she replied in a little embarrassed huff. "And I do trust you, Edward."

"Good. I promise I'll be on my best behavior." He gave her a reassuring grin and she found herself smiling at his attempt to lighten the mood and ignore her inelegance.

"So, which side of the bed is…mine?" he asked gently in an effort to distract her further from any insecurity she might be feeling.

Gah! He wants to know which side of my bed is HIS!

Internally she was beaming, turning over the way he'd phrased his question, asking which side of the bed was his, which seemed to imply a kind of ownership and permanence—a staking of a claim—as if it might always be his side of the bed. It was a surprising and appealing thought.

"Oh, um…I sleep on this side, so…that side?" She pointed to the opposite side of the bed.

Bella was suddenly glad her mother had talked her into buying the Queen-sized bed, when she had been intent on purchasing a double bed. Her mother had been right—there would be a lot more room to maneuver. She blushed at the thought of maneuvering with Edward and his imposing-ness…at some point…all over her Queen-sized bed, making quite the disaster of sheets, blankets and pillows alike.

That thought also had a definite appeal, leaving her feeling quite overheated.

Holy shit…is it hot in here or is that just Edward Cullen's aura?

"Let me just…make some room…for us," she said, biting her lip and turning her flaming face away from him. She leaned over, planting one knee on the edge of the mattress, and reaching out, tossed two additional spare pillows onto the floor, where a few throw pillows already lay. Reaching beneath the remaining two pillows, she grasped the comforter and sheet, pulling them back and turning the bedding down.

Edward hadn't moved over to his side of the bed. Instead he'd remained where he was, observing her slim form and feeling protective of her. Though how he was going to protect her from his dick…if that's what the problem was… seemed inevitably problematic.

His eyes followed her movements, up the slender line of her arm as she reached for and tossed pillows onto the floor. His appreciative gaze traveled back down the length of her shapely body, from her bare shoulders to her small waist, along the curve of her hips and the swell of her round little backside, and down her lean, shapely legs.

She's perfect. Every single inch of her.

Bella backed off the bed and stood, turning to him once again, clasping her fidgety hands in front of her.

"What about the lights?" she asked, glancing toward the star lights glowing at the window.

"Leave them on," Edward said as he stepped closer to her with a soft look in his eyes. "I'd rather be able to look at you."

She blushed and nodded, thinking how she'd be able to see him as well, and be sure he wasn't merely something she was conjuring up in her wildest imagination.

Edward smiled and reached for her, lightly trailing his fingers up her arms to her shoulders, and grasping them, he gently pulled her close as he stepped closer. Bella reached up around his neck, her hands smoothing along the warm, bare skin of his shoulders and upper back.

Suddenly Bella remembered things she'd seen in Edward's bedroom.

"I, um…I have scented candles I could light?" she suggested in a tentative voice. "Or maybe…music?"

Edward shook his head. "I just want you, Bella," he murmured as he enfolded her in his arms, breathing in her light scent and reveling in the feel of her small, warm body leaning into his, and the silky softness of her hair beneath his cheek. "I just want your scent and your sounds, the sight of you, the feel of you…" He ducked his head, his lips and tongue grazing her neck as he spoke against her skin. "And the taste of you. Just you."

He heard the hitch in her breath and felt her fingertips lightly kneading and stroking him as her body sank into his, molding to him. He held her close in the event she might…swoon…or something, but then he smiled as he felt her lips brushing and kissing along his collarbone. She fit him so perfectly, he thought, and it seemed utterly remarkable that something as simple as embracing the right person could feel so incredibly powerful.

He whispered her name as he pushed her hair back to kiss the shell of her ear and then trail his lips down to her earlobe, tugging it with his lips and teeth before his mouth moved lower, to the soft skin just beneath it. He kissed her there, behind her jaw. Sucking at that delicate skin, he listened, attuned to her stilted little breaths.

"Um, maybe we should lie down?" Bella suggested in a breathless voice. "You know…before I…faint or swoon or something?"

"Okay," Edward murmured, smiling into the skin of her neck because he'd had the same thought moments ago. He pressed himself against her, advancing, backing her up to the bed, keeping an arm around her as she sat and scooted back and finally stretched out, sinking her head into the pillow. He shoved bedding out of the way as he followed her down, hovering over her to look at the pale beauty beneath him. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow, framing her beautiful face and dark eyes in the low light.

"Better?" he asked, gazing down at her with a crooked little smile.

Her parted lips turned up into a warm little grin. "Not yet," she replied, reaching up and urging his body down to hers. She felt the muscles in his back flexing as he went willingly, settling himself into place over her body, nestling his other self into place between her legs, leaning on his forearms as his mouth descended to hers.

"How about now?" he asked, brushing his soft, smiling lips against her mouth.

"Perfect," she sighed as her lips moved with his, pressing kisses more insistently until she felt his mouth open, his tongue tickling her lip, inviting her in. She joined him, parting her lips, matching the movements of his mouth and tongue. His hand slid beneath her, caressing and cradling her head in his hand, holding her to him as tongues teased, stroking softly.

Edward found himself considering the lovely girl in his arms as he kissed her.

He'd seen the momentary look of uncertainty in her eyes earlier and he thought again about her innocence and inexperience. Truthfully, this was a new and different kind of an experience for him as well.

The women in his past had all been sexually experienced and aggressive. They'd known what they wanted, had taken what they'd wanted, and he had done the same.

And it had all been empty and meaningless.

But this... This was so completely different because Bella was so completely different.

This felt...full...and so meaningful.

This meant so much more to him because she meant so much more. And the amazing thing was…she wanted to be his…completely…and she'd never wanted that with anyone before. She'd told him that. And that thought left him charged with a slightly edgy nervousness—a kind of jittery feeling tinged with exhilaration and anticipation. Somehow Bella Swan had managed to peel back the years and the layers and make Edward Cullen feel like an awkward teen with an all-consuming crush on the new girl.

For one thing, he'd never been with a virgin before. And because she was, and because he felt about her the way he did, he felt an added overwhelming protectiveness and responsibility to her. He wanted to make her feel good for all the right reasons. But the other, far more daunting aspect was that being with her, in any and every sense, was beginning to feel like the start of something truly profound.


And though he'd told her he wouldn't make love with her tonight, he hoped each stroke of his fingers, lingering of his lips, and touch of his tongue would convey to her that he was in fact…loving her.


It was crazy to consider. And way too soon to profess anything, he knew. But all the same, he really wanted to get this right and he wanted her to know how he felt. He wouldn't take anything she wasn't prepared to give, nor give anything she wasn't prepared to take, and he silently promised to never take any of it for granted.

Bella sighed in Edward's arms. She had never before felt so desired or desirable. The things Edward had said made her feel special—he wanted to experience her and what was happening between them without any distractions.

And what was happening between them already felt beyond incredible.

She was wrapped in his long, strong arms, soaking up the warmth and scent of his nearly naked body as she caressed him. The ethereal beauty of his face hovered over hers, his sensuous mouth kissing her. She felt the heat and surprising rigidity of his arousal pressed against her soft flesh as she listened to his quiet inhales and exhales and the low sounds of pleasure coming from deep in his throat.

However the most compelling thing she felt was the awareness that she was the first girl, ever, to lie in bed with all of Edward Cullen, and not a mere seductive version of him. The considerate man she'd come to know, the sweet and funny boyfriend he wanted to be to her, and the vulnerable boy she sometimes caught glimpses of…they were all there with her—in her bed, in her arms, and stealing into her heart. She hadn't thought it possible to feel so strongly about someone so quickly.

Edward pulled his lips from Bella's, lifting his head to look down at her, kissing her softly once more before shifting his body across hers, to lie next to her. His hand slid down to her hip, turning her body toward his and urging her closer, aligning her body to his and pulling her into him until she felt his very solid self, nestling and pressing against the apex of her thighs.

Bella caressed his perfect face, watching his reaction as she touched him. She traced a fingertip across his soft lips as they curved into a little smile. Closing his eyes, he sighed as she moved her hand down to his neck, her thumb grazing his Adam's apple, before her fingers traced along the ridges and dips of his collarbone. She scratched her nails lightly down the center of his chest, through the smattering of dark hairs there, and then smoothed her hand back up over the firm muscles of his chest. Edward shivered slightly, exhaling a low growl of contentment, and Bella smiled at his reaction—that her touch pleased him.

"This is nice," Bella said quietly, watching her fingertips trace designs along his breastbone.

Edward opened his eyes and smiled lazily. "My chest?" he asked, quirking a brow at her.

Bella giggled softly and smiled back at him. "Well, that too. But I meant…all of this. I'm really glad you stayed, Edward," she admitted shyly.

Edward clasped her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it before pressing it against his chest, just over his heart.

"I am, too. But there was never any doubt I would stay, once you asked me to. There's nothing I'd rather do than spend time with you. But…I do have to disagree with you on one thing... This is better than nice."

Bella smiled and nodded at his words, watching his glittering eyes in the near darkness as he looked back at her, watching her. And then she suddenly understood what he was doing and had been doing the entire time. He was waiting—for her—for signals from her to let him know that she was ready for more. He'd said he wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to, and he was watching her for clues to see what she did want. Her dark eyes softened as she looked at him and she decided to give him a rather clear signal.

Go for it, Isabella Marie! Show him there's a sexy woman inside you, just waiting to escape!

Shifting slightly and leaning up a bit, she pulled her tank top off over her head, smiling inwardly at the intake of breath she heard from him as she bared herself to him. As she settled back, she saw surprise and a sort of…hunger…in his eyes at her non-verbal invitation-signal and she smiled.

Yep, that got his attention.

"Now…that…is far better than nice," Edward murmured as his dark eyes raked over her, meeting her gaze before drifting back down to her lovely nude torso, his long fidgety fingers flexing on her hip as he ogled her breasts.

"My chest?" Bella asked just as he had, silently congratulating herself on her sudden boldness.

Edward's eyes flashed back to hers and he smiled crookedly. "All of you is far better than nice. You're lovely, Bella." She blushed, wondering if he could tell.

"I'd have to say 'the same to you' Edward." She smiled at him and then watched her hand drift down along the lean lines of his side and stomach, trailing back up through the trail of hair at the center of his torso. It was thrilling to just explore his male body.

Edward thought Bella's breasts looked perfect. They weren't large, but they weren't small, either. His fingers itched to see if they felt perfect, and he licked his lips, certain they would feel equally as perfect to his mouth as they would to his hands. He moved his hand up over the contours of her hip and waist, along her side, his eyes flickering to hers as he stroked his thumb beneath the swell of her breast.

As his knuckles traced around to the side, Bella closed her eyes and sighed, feeling goose bumps rising all over her skin. And though he hadn't yet touched her there, she felt a tingling and tightening and knew her nipples were standing at attention, ready for action.

The tips of his fingers teased her and Bella gasped at the sensation, surprised that Edward's large hands could touch so gently, barely ghosting over her tender skin, sending shivers down to the very center of her little sexual self. She pressed herself involuntarily into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he cupped her more firmly and then grazed the tip once more.

And then the sensation was suddenly gone and Bella opened her eyes at the loss of his touch.

Edward's dark eyes were watching her. He leaned toward her to kiss her deeply and she sighed into him as she felt him faintly stroking her other breast, repeating his previous touches: stroking, teasing, cupping, and grazing. As his kiss grew more intense, so did his touch, causing her to gasp at the unexpectedly powerful sensations, ricocheting throughout her body, and ending up as a dull, throbbing need right between her legs.

"Oh God," she breathed into Edward's mouth, arching into his touch. Reaching up and raking a lock of his hair back off his forehead, Bella slid her hand behind his head, grasping his thick hair between her fingers and holding him in place against her mouth with a rather abrupt and needy tug.

Her sudden unrestrained action somewhat surprised Edward. Her tugging and pulling on his hair follicles was tied directly to his groin, making him even harder. She was exceedingly responsive to his touch, he thought, with a ridiculous sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. He wanted to make her feel good, after all—orgasmic hopefully—assuming she'd allow him that opportunity. He kissed her deeply and then moved his mouth to her jaw.

"Lie back," he said in a low, velvety voice, as he pressed lightly against her shoulder.

She did so, breathing hard and watching him, wide-eyed and waiting.

Now that she was on her back and Edward's body was no longer blocking most of the light from the star lights, he was able to see her more clearly. Lying there in the soft glow, dark and wild hair framing her lovely face against the pale pillow, dark, heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at him, wanting him. He saw the flick of the tip of her tongue along the parted lips he'd been devouring, and her pale, perfect breasts rose and fell with every breath she took.

She's absolutely stunning. Christ, this can't be real…I must be dreaming!

You could tell her how you feel, you know.

He regarded her for a moment, brushing a few stray strands of hair back before caressing her face. "You're so beautiful, Bella," he finally managed to whisper. "You're just so beautiful."

She felt the warmth of a blush in her cheeks, knowing from the look in his eyes that his words were sincere. "You make me feel beautiful," she told him honestly.

He smiled almost shyly at her as he stretched his lanky body out close alongside hers. "I'm glad I do." He seemed to contemplate something before he spoke again. "I want to make you feel…wonderful…too, you know?" His eyes searched hers.

He had just been making her feel wonderful, Bella thought. And then her eyes widened.

Ooohhhhh…he means the other kind of wonderful! The one with the capital "O!"

Bella had experienced a few Edward-inspired, self-induced orgasms in the past few days, but now Edward was offering an Edward-induced orgasm. And that...was inspiring.

Holy fuck! Who the hell in their right mind would say no to that?!

Bella nodded, pressing her teeth into her lip, but Edward was already on it, leaning over her, kissing her on the mouth before tipping her chin up and away slightly, gaining better access to her neck. Bella felt him trailing kisses along her jaw and down the side of her throat. There were light licks and slight bites as his hand skimmed up on the far side of her body as his mouth trailed lower on the near side, kissing her collarbone and down to the top of her breasts, as his body scooted down slightly on the bed. Bella felt the spidery touch of his hand on one breast, his mouth on the other, enveloping her in wet warmth, as his fingers mimicked the motions of his lips and tongue.

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Edward Cullen has a Magic Mouth! And Magic Fingers! Ohmygod!

Bella inhaled deeply, exhaling in little shudders. She tried to snake a hand down between them to touch Edward's probably-magical-as-well erection, but because he had scooted down, it was out of reach, though still pressing impressively into her.

"Is this okay?" Edward's low murmur inquired from somewhere beyond the haze of superbly sexual sensation.

Bella's response was a two-part moan that sounded far more affirmative than negative to Edward's ears. And she began writhing as her breathing picked up, little pants of pleasure telling Edward she was beyond pleased with his actions. His hand abandoned her breast to slide down to her belly…and possibly lower…depending upon her reaction. She moaned helpfully, tilting her hips hopefully, and so he reached farther down, over her thin little boxer shorts, sliding his fingers to a specific spot between her legs. She gasped as he found her little target and he began to stroke and tease.

He watched her beautiful face. Eyes closed, breathing shallowly, teeth pressing occasionally into the soft flesh of her lower lip. Edward moved his hand up to the band of her shorts, sliding his fingertips just beneath the edge, touching and pausing. Bella's eyes flashed open to him, her mouth a little 'o' of surprise, but she nodded slightly, and then her eyes fluttered closed. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, shoving fingers into his hair and pulling his head down to kiss him, as he proceeded to slide his hand inside her shorts.

She was warm and wet, and she whimpered against Edward's lips as he touched and pressed and caressed. The ragged little breathy sounds she was making into his mouth intensified and he knew she was nearing the edge rapidly, closing in on her own personal explosion. Edward pulled his head back to watch her as she tensed, brows knit in concentration. Her mouth dropped open and she cried out as she unraveled in his arms, shaking and quaking, gasping his name repeatedly as she fell over the edge in a sexual swoon…or faded to black…or something along those lines.

It was the most satisfying and glorious thing Edward had ever seen or heard or done. He wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her against his body.

"Ohhhhh, Gaaahhhh... Ehhhdward… That was… Gaaahhhhh…" She breathed shuddery, breathy breaths against him, flopped an arm across him in the best hug she could manage, and curled into him for safekeeping.

"Shhh…" Edward said with a soft little grin no one saw. "Just relax, Bella."

She did as he suggested, and Edward lay back, smiling down at his satisfied and limp little rag doll in his arms. He smoothed her hair back out of her face and stroked gentle fingers down her back, caressing her tired little body. After a few minutes he realized her breathing had slowed, becoming rhythmic and deep.

"Bella?" He rubbed a hand down her back and gently patted her firm little behind. "Are you awake?" But she didn't move a muscle and there was no response. He realized he wasn't going to get a response; she was dead to the world.

Edward couldn't help his slightly-dismayed and amused soft chuckle. He had brought this lonesome moment on himself, he figured. After all, he had wanted her experience to be a pleasurable one...and apparently it had been a resounding success. Then he thought about the emotional roller coaster her event-filled day had been. Besides the ups and downs of this evening, it had been her first day of work, and he doubted she had gotten much sleep last night, on the eve of starting her career.

No wonder she had passed out.

He glanced at the alarm clock next to her side of the bed. It was nearly midnight and she probably had to get up around six to leave for work at seven. He slid his arm carefully from beneath her, stealthily crawled out of bed, turned off the star lights, and straightened the bedding that had gone missing in action. Pulling the sheet and comforter up over his Sleeping Beauty, he climbed back in on his side, and gently scooped his softly slumbering girlfriend back into his arms.

She didn't move a muscle though she did mumble his name.

"Sleep well, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss into her silky, fragrant hair. He closed his eyes with a sigh, wrapped around his Brown-Eyed Bella.

And though Edward Cullen had never before been a cuddler, this evening changed him.


Early the next morning, Edward hummed in contentment as he slept and dreamed. It was the same dream he'd had before, although he wasn't aware of that as he slept. But as far as Sleeping Edward knew, he'd left the dark forest of his past behind. He was now in the midst of a large field of wild strawberries and wildflowers, on a sunny summery day, sharing his plaid blanket and a carefree picnic with his Dream Bella.

Their picnic basket was off to the side, forgotten for the moment. Instead Sleeping Edward was lying on his back, focused on Dream Bella as she leaned over him, tracing designs on his chest with her fingernails. Her eyes and lips smiled down at him beneath the wide brim of a floppy straw sunhat, shading his own smiling face as he contentedly gazed up at her.

Sleeping Edward pulled Dream Bella down to him until her lips met his, kissing her softly at first, and then more intensely, cupping her sweet face in his hands. He felt her soft hand caress his face, stroking his cheek tenderly, and then tickling along the edge of his slightly scruffy jaw, before dropping lower, gliding down his neck and then to his chest. Her hand hesitated there for a moment before trailing lower, smoothing over his stomach and tickling his navel, and finally teasing the hairs that disappeared down into his jeans. She settled in at his side, looking up at him, watching him with bright, beautiful, smiling dark eyes.

Sleeping Edward inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaling an open-mouthed gasp of surprise a moment later, when Dream Bella's hand stroked against the front of his jeans, and then abruptly not through his jeans, but on his bare skin—his jeans and underwear having miraculously disappeared, as things sometimes do in dreams.

The sensation in Sleeping Edward's groin and stomach began to build.

Sleeping Edward began slowly moving in opposition to Dream Bella's motions. The sensation was breathtaking—literally. He sucked in a breath on her downstroke, exhaling harshly as the sensation built further on her upstroke.

Sleeping Edward groaned.

Sleeping Edward groaned loudly enough to awaken Actual Edward.

But the sensation of the dream didn't stop upon awakening. If anything it intensified. As if Dream Bella were with him in reality, doing what she had been doing to him.

Edward's eyes flashed open and realized he did, in fact, have his arm around Real Bella. He was lying in her bed, in her room, holding her naked body to his, and she was…

Holy fuck! She isn't actually…?

Oh…fu-u-u-uck! He sighed mindlessly on the sudden downstroke.

SHE IS! Christ Al-m-m-mighty! He shivered, tipping his head down to see that—yes indeed—that was her hand and that was him in her hand and he was not going to last for very...

Oh, Jee-e-e-e-sus! His eyes rolled back in his head.

"B-Bel-lahhhh…" he stuttered as his eyes fluttered closed.

Bella stilled. Edward's heart pounded. His dick throbbed in anticipation.

"Do you want me to stop?" Bella's soft voice asked hesitantly.

Edward's eyes flashed open, shooting down to the uncertain expression on her face.

What!? Is she kidding!? Who in his right mind would want to stop this?

"Uh…no?" Edward replied, blinking. And throbbing.

"Am I doing this wrong?" she asked quietly; uncertainly.

Edward's mouth dropped open. And he throbbed.

What?! How can she possibly think she's doing this wrong?! Can't she feel how hard I am?!

"N-no!" Edward gasped. "It feels...incredible."

"Really?" she beamed at him excitedly, glad she'd dared, and prepared to continue.

"Yes! Christ, Bella, that was..."

Oh-h-h-h, God...! He shivered and throbbed at the sensation.

"...I mean it is...amazing. You just surprised..."

Oh-h-h-h Oh, fuuck...!

" I didn't expect to wake up to you touching me like..."


"…this. And I didn't expect to be able to…"

Oh-h-h God! Oh-h-h God...!

" you touching me like..."

Oh holy fuck...!

"Oh, Bella," Edward groaned, clasping her face in his hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he curled up to meet her, crushing his mouth to hers. He moaned into her mouth in pleasure as he kissed her. And though he generally had good stamina, he already felt that little quiver building. And throbbing.

Waking up to normal morning wood was one thing, but after being aroused last night, and then trying to sleep next to an enticingly nearly-naked Bella Swan, followed by that recurring sensual dream this morning, and then waking to discover she really was touching him and he really could watch her…and he had watched her...and he was throbbing...

That was enough to send a speeding orgasm bomb hurtling straight through Edward Cullen.

Oh, fuck...! Oh, fuck! Ohhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkk-k-k-k-k!

It was a direct hit, right on target, and Edward exploded, growling and gasping Bella's name and other sounds that may or may not have been actual words.

He flopped back against the pillow after that, gasping for air as shaky and shivery shudders shot through him.

Bella reached over to the bedside table, plucking a handful of tissues, and then distributing them between them to clean up.

Afterwards, Edward wrapped his arm around Bella, clutching her against him, unwilling to let go of her. When he tipped his head down to look at her, Bella was looking right back up at him with bright shining eyes and a rather confident little smile. He grinned goofily at her, kissing her forehead before he spoke.

"I want you to know I have no complaints, whatsoever…nothing but good things to say about that…but that…was completely unexpected." He closed his eyes and sighed, listening to Bella's soft laugh.

She cleared her throat. "Well, I felt really bad when I realized I fell asleep on you last night, so I wanted to make it up to you," she admitted shyly, lifting her head to smile and blush up at him. "Besides, you've been…um…poking me...shall we say? For quite a while now…trying to get my attention, I assumed."

Edward chuckled, smiling crookedly. And then a little laugh burst from his lips. "What a wake-up call. You shocked the hell out of me! I thought I was dreaming. I actually was dreaming…and then I woke up…and it was real." He sighed contentedly. "Holy hell, Bella Swan."

Bella giggled. "You were dreaming about that?"

Edward smiled, his eyes still closed as he answered. "I was dreaming about you, Bella. And then in my dream, you were doing…that." He jiggled her body for emphasis and she giggled some more. "And then I woke up. And you were doing that!" He jiggled her once again and looked down at her, chuckling right along with her laugh before closing his eyes once more.

Bella had never seen anything sexier than a smiling and spent and sated, still-sleepy Edward Cullen.

"Thank you for asking me to stay, Bella," he said in a low voice after a moment. "And for wanting me to stay." He paused before adding, "And thank you, mostly, for wanting me."

The weight of his words stilled her for a moment before she moved up over him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, threading her fingers through his crazy morning-hair and holding him close. She looked into his eyes and spoke with conviction.

"It's very easy to want you, Edward. I couldn't help it if I tried."

Edward's dark eyes flickered from her eyes down to her mouth and back. He didn't say a word, but he pulled her closer and kissed her soundly.

It was at that moment that it really dawned on Bella, that despite his past, no woman had actually ever loved Edward before.

Well, she decided, she would be the one to set the bar…and she would make sure she set it so high that no one ever had a chance of competing.

Edward pulled back and looked at the clock before looking back at her wistfully. "I should get going and let you get ready for work."

Bella glanced at the clock and sighed. "Yeah, the alarm's about to go off and I need to hop in the shower. It probably wouldn't do for me to roll in to work late on my second day on the job."

Edward grinned lazily. "I'd write you a pass for being tardy, but I'm neither parent nor teacher. And I'm not so sure 'early morning dalliance with your beau' is a valid excuse for tardiness anyway."

Bella burst into laughter. "Dalliance with my beau? Seriously, Edward? What century are you from?"

Edward chuckled. "I guess my brain isn't fully functioning yet. Go ahead and laugh, but this is your fault for waking me up the way you did." He gave her a sexy smile as he sat up, scooting over to the edge of the bed, leaving her partially tucked beneath the bedding.

Bella smiled and blushed, watching the long, lean expanse of his perfect body as he stood. Walking to the foot of the bed and picking up his boxers and jeans, he turned back to Bella, still lying in bed. His hair was a delicious mess—true bed head, from her very own bed.

"You're just going to lie there and watch me, aren't you?" he asked with bright green, amused eyes and a crooked grin as he stepped into his boxers and jeans, pulling them up his legs.

"I am, indeed. I'm admiring the show—kind of like dinner and a show last night, but without the dinner, and with a little more nudity," Bella replied with a blush and a giggle.

Edward pinked up ever so slightly, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he grinned at her response.

"So when do I get to see your show?" Edward asked.

Bella smirked and shrugged, remaining where she was, concealed beneath the blankets. She admired the muscular definition of Edward's chest and abs and the top of the V that disappeared down into his boxers as he made minor adjustments and finally buttoned up while she watched.

He's a freaking Adonis in Levi's! And he's MY freaking Adonis in Levi's!

Edward retrieved his shirt, pulling it on over his head, and then slipped into his sandals. He strode over to Bella's side of the bed, planting a hand on either side of her blanket-covered torso. He bent over her, smiling down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Well, my love, I'll just have to catch your show when you least expect it," he said with a grin, just before his lips pressed to Bella's.

Bella couldn't even ponder what he might mean, because she was so focused on those other words he'd just uttered. And so she was completely unprepared when he stood, abruptly flinging sheets and blankets back off the bed grandly, baring her body for his own personal ogling.

"Edward!" she shrieked, wrapping her arms over her breasts and drawing her legs up in one quick movement.

Edward grinned down at her with dancing brows, the tip of his pink tongue just visible between his teeth. "Now…that…is one fine show, Isabella Swan."

"Edward!" Bella yelped a second time, giggling as her arm shot out, grabbing the pillow next to hers, and flinging it at him. He caught the pillow, laughing, and tossed it back into place, before stooping to grab up the blankets and toss them back into place over her with a grin.

He returned to her side of the bed, grinning cockily as he bent down, cupping her pink little face between his hands as he kissed her, first on the mouth and then on the tip of the nose.

"You're so lovely I can hardly bear it," he confessed with a smile.

"You seemed to have no problem whatsoever in baring it!" pink-faced Bella pointed out.

Edward laughed happily as he stood. "This is true," he agreed. His eyes softened. "I'll call you later, okay?"

Bella nodded, smiling up at him. "Okay. Have a good day at work, Edward."

"You too, Bella." He gave her a little wink and a wave before hustling down the stairs and out the door, locking up as he left, grinning like a fool as he headed home.


Bella took a quick shower, smiling to herself the whole time. Yesterday had turned out well. Last night had turned out even better. She'd had a rather surprising night and Edward had had a rather surprising morning. She had to admit she was feeling just a little bit pleased with herself, making Edward Cullen fall apart like she had—like he'd done to her the night before.

Her smile remained as she dried her hair, dressed, and then skipped happily down to the kitchen. As she poured her coffee, grabbed a quick breakfast bar for the road and her pre-packed lunch, she was still smiling. As she snagged up her things and headed out the door, the smile was still in place. Opening the garage door and climbing into her truck, Bella looked into the rear-view mirror as she started the engine. Seeing the home across the way, the residence of her boyfriend, Edward Cullen, Bella smiled just a little bit wider.

But the moment her truck emitted a forceful KER-POW followed by a fierce KA-BLAM...shuddering and shivering to a standstill as the engine died...and some large-sounding metal thingamajig from beneath the truck clanged to the garage floor...Bella screeched and her smile fled.

HOLY CRAP! What the hell?!

Something like that could definitely steal one's Edward Cullen extended-foreplay-smile right off one's face.

A/N: Keeping things logical and a little magical. For now. ;)