A/N: This is the deleted scene from Chapter 26 from Two Can Tango. I deleted it for several reasons: rating conflictions, personal choice, and experimentation as a writer. This is my first (and theirs, too). I hope you like!

Passion…

BELLA

Who would have thought a night that started as innocent as ours would turn into a night of fulfillment? Okay, so that was a downright lie. I should have known this was going to happen when I first met Edward today. The way we made up (rolling around on my bed) foreshadowed tonight's activities for me. I mean, Edward and I haven't seen each other in so long; this was bound to happen sooner or later.

Well, more sooner than later in our case.

All the while Edward and I were pushing the boundaries of our relationship physically. I would never have thought to behave the way I did with him with any other guy so soon. The only explanation I have for this atypical behavior on my part was from by the tango lessons. All the close touching and sexual tension got to me.

And I had had enough. I was going to get what I wanted tonight, whether I had to seduce Edward into it. I know that wouldn't be the right thing to do, almost as if I was stooping to Tanya's level, but hey – we were in Argentina. This was practically a honeymoon…minus the matrimony status.

Right before Edward decided he had enough for the night, he had smacked me reflexively into the wall as he grinded himself into me. I don't know if he knew what he was doing, but I wasn't going to question. Then he asked me, "Now, when we first met I promised you I would be nice and slow. What do you…want me to do?"

And I told him the first thing that popped into my head without sounding too crass.

"Just…" make love to me? No – unoriginal. Expletives were definitely out. Perform naughty things with me? – Cheesy. Slang would be a turn off, so I went back to what Edward had said to me before. "…love me like…a good man should," I smirked.

The night he had said those words, I wanted things to progress, but I also wanted to tease him a little. However, Edward spun it back on me the next day when we got caught sliding into second base on the couch after he spent a whole day with me.

I thought he would have smiled conceitedly back at me, but instead his eyes flashed over with a look I had seen but more penetrating. He wanted this as well. Before I could fully assess the situation, he brought his mouth to mine, urgently. I knew where we going, now, and I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of this night.

Back in his bedroom (what was up with us and beds today?), Edward placed my feet back on the ground and softly locked the door behind him. With his attention diverted, his face shifted to the right corner of my mine. I was unrelenting and snapped his head back to my direction so I could fully enjoy his soft lips on mine.

Too soon he pulled away, trying to steady his breath as he always velvety voice dropped to a husky, ragged octave. "Uh…I think that's enough for tonight. You can get into bed while I change," he said, walking over to his dresser.

"Nuh uh." I grabbed his hand and spun him back to me. "I think we can buy some time, Edward."

He shook his head. "Bella, we don't have to do anything. I didn't mean to act so –"

"Shh," I silenced him with a finger as I led him to the foot of his bed. "Just relax; you seem a little wound up." He agreed, arching and compressing his back in a rhythmic motion. "So, you just get comfortable…baby." The word seemed appropriate then, but somehow I think it broke my seductive façade I was trying to exude. Edward didn't notice the slip-up as he fingered his lower back.

"Want me to work that out for you?" I offered innocently.

"Could you?" he smiled, "it's really tight."

"Yes," I nodded. Then I looked down at my robe and frowned. "Edward, I tied this knot, but I don't think I can untie it. Could you do it for me?"

He motioned me forward, and I stood guarded in between his legs. Unhurried, he placed his fingers inside the knot and, dexterously, freed the sides of thin, satin robe. "Could I…?" he asked, nervous to act on his will. I smiled and consented. He brushed over my shoulders, removing the cover. There I stood, a shiver rolling over me, with skin exposed, but not much more than Edward had seen before.

Recalling what I was supposed to, I climbed into the bed behind Edward and rested on my knees. My heart rate was climbing. "Edward, for me to do this, effectively, you have to take your shirt off."

He laughed, rising. "I think you just like seeing me half-naked," he accused.

"I could say the same for you," I countered, realizing he was staring at me. "Now, come here and let me help you." At my command, Edward stood in front of me as I rose on my knees to make up for the height difference. One button at a time, his shirt opened. Just the slight skin that was showing was enough to make me giggle. I was having too much fun with this. I laughed, while I shirred up the trim of his shirt. Then I peeled it off of his chest, shoulders, and arms. It looked just as wonderful as it did earlier. With my left hand draped over his right shoulder, I let my right palm wander over his torso. His skin was smooth, but firm with all the planes of his abdominal muscles. As my index fingers traced over the rifts between each ab, applying a little pressure, Edward's breaths came deeper and huskier.

"Bella…" Edward whispered.

"Huh?" I looked up to see his cocky smile on his face.

"Could you please stop staring? You're making me blush," he teased.

"Okay, Edward, let me rub you down," I cheered. He grinned and sat back down on the bed, while I rocked back down to sit on my feet. "Where does your back hurt the most?"

"Um…mostly in the center…and upper. Just a little bit of everywhere," he shrugged.

"Well, I'll figure this out myself," I muttered, raising my hands to his shoulders. "Is this good?" I asked, not sure of what I was doing I as I squeezed his upper back.

"It's good," he murmured, sounding distant.

I smiled; it was working. "Good, huh? How about this?" I applied more pressure and traveled lower to his shoulder blades.

"You're hitting the spot," he moaned.

Hitting the spot? Just then, I brought my lips to his right ear. My tongue lingered around his helix until I came by the earlobe, nibbling on it. "How's that?" I whispered, smoothing my hands over his torso, running past his hardened nipples. His chest became taut, his muscles becoming more prominent.

Instead of answering, he impetuously swiveled his body around, his knees on the sheets as he met my lips with his. So quick were his actions that I would have fallen against the pillows if Edward wasn't holding my waist securely. I felt my lower half being pressed into his pelvis as our lips danced around each other. My mouth parted, allowing Edward's tongue to slip inside. Everywhere his tongue touched, a part of me jolted from shock.

He came to my ear, his chest rising as wildly as mine, and panted "I really want to be…a gentleman with you…but when you act like this, you make it…extremely hard. I know what…you want, but I don't know if I should ac–"

"No," I said, hastily. "This is what I want – for us. There is a time and a place for everything. A time to be a perfect gentleman and a time to let loose. Do what you think feels right."

"Okay, but you asked for it," he whispered. He necked my throat, his hand grasping, his fingers massaging. With his skin as hot as mine, I felt a slight tingle from his other hand that rested on my exposed thigh. My eyes closed, taking in this sensory pleasure, and my mouth gaped, amused.

My voice, wispy and breathless, dragged out his name while long, hot fingers journeyed down my spine until he was at the small of my back under my shirt. "Yes," I whispered, answering his unspoken request. Edward pulled back some and bore into my eyes as if he was interpreting if he heard me right. I bit my bottom lip and granted him permission. He traced over the length of my arms until he finished at my fingertips, rising them in the air, before he went back to lift the camisole off my body.

"Oh…Bella," was all Edward managed to say while he took his index finger and let it tour along the valley of my breasts, venturing close to the lacy bra. The feeling was tantalizing as he bestowed upon my skin goosebumps. Only when he got comfortable touching me this way did he fully feel my soft, round mounds, cupping me with the sheer fabric impeding his stroke. My heart thumped louder and I knew he could feel it beating frantically for him.

My mouth fell open, struggling between a smile and a full-out 'o'.

The sound from the back of my throat decided for me.

"Oh," I said breathlessly, feeling something I never felt before while Edward osculated on my collarbone. Down below my stomach, past my diaphragm, there was an urge – a desire - building. Slowly, it was warming over me as if it was the sun peaking through the trees. It was pleasant.

He resumed with his finger action and smoothed over my lower abdomen – the central of this internal heat – sliding down to the front of my shorts. I gasped. He caused the warm sun I felt to build into a summer morning, as he rubbed me. Splaying his hands over my hips as he occupied my shorts, Edward lifted my legs onto his clad thighs and, little by little, tugged the garment off.

Just this little gesture overheated me. My half-nakedness was chilling except where my skin met Edward's.

I smirked at him as I raised my leg and patted his soft cheek with my toes. He smiled, brushing his face along my foot. "Your feet are so lovely," he murmured before he pecked the big toe. A shock rocked through me. "So soft, but too much tension," he admonished. "I can help." He took my foot and began to knead the ball of it, progressing down to my ankle. Every time, he came to a new area of skin, he massaged and caressed it lightly. I tried to hold my sounds inside. Watching Edward take his time with me, I knew he wasn't lying about nice and slow.

Once his kisses led him to my inner thigh – there was now a throbbing – he switched my legs and repeated.

"That feels nice…" I squeaked out.

"You feel nicer," Edward commented back in a deep tone, finishing. The husky bass accompanied with the gentle nature of his movements was quite…sexy. He took charge of the next activity: getting his slacks off. He was already fumbling with his belt when I rose to assist him.

"Allow me." Unbuckled, I looped his belt out while I concentrated only his eyes that bore into mine.

Appreciating – that's what we were doing. We were appreciating each other's bodies as we undressed. As my thoughts drifted to what was about to come, Edward had his trousers tossed onto the floor.

Recapturing each other in a heated embrace and lip-lock, Edward's fingers tickled along my back until he came upon my bra hook. Goosebumps swept over my skin while in two simple moves, my bra slacked to the front, no longer restraining me. Edward left sweet butterfly kisses as he nosed the futile straps down. I held the back of his head as he maneuvered, burying my face in his disheveled hair. He smelled so delicious. My bra drooped down my arms and finally, I was exposed. I could feel the heat from Edward's upper body radiating onto my newly stripped one.

"Oh, love," he whispered, softly fondling my breasts, nipples protruding as he grazed. "You are so beautiful." He brought his hands behind my back and prompted to taste the erogenous zone. The moisture from his mouth around my protuberant bud only caused me to become even more aroused. My eyes slightly rolled backward as I struggled to keep my body in check. That all failed when I felt Edward's teeth skim over my tender skin, causing an uncontrollable moan to escape. His smiled and brought his mouth back to mine, smashing my chest into his.

Lying back, I watched Edward hover over me with the softest of looks I have ever seen in his eyes. My legs twisted rashly around his waist as Edward nestled himself between legs. My "summer morning" was gradually positioning itself in mid-day noon with the heat almost at its peak. The feeling was becoming unbearable.

I was getting impatient.

Playfully, my foot dipped inside the band of his boxers, toeing along shelf of his rump. "Edward," I begged, bucking gently against his erection. "Please…" I whispered.

He bent down for a quick kiss before he pulled back to eliminate the hindering garment. Seeing Edward undressed before my eyes was better than I what I was trying to imagine. Yes, I was trying to envision Edward naked – who wouldn't? Not that I got very far. All my images stemmed from a soft-porn film Alice and I had watched at a high school slumber party. The guys in that had nothing on my angel.

Greedily, I was taking in as much of his fabulous body (dance does wonders with toning) before we moved on, before I was totally vulnerable to his exploring eyes. His chiseled chest progressed down to a concave cut, separating the torso from the hip, right before the eyes hit his manhood. I sighed from stimulation just from looking at it.

Edward slithered his fingers up my thigh into my underwear. Stretching out the band of the expensive panties, he inched them down, my body responding daftly. My heart slammed against my ribs rapidly. My lungs couldn't fill with enough oxygen to supply the demand. Between my legs, a force that screamed for Edward's body made itself known with moistness.

Only he affected my body in the most perverse way.

Unhampered, Edward returned, staring deeply into my eyes as he held me. The words and emotions that were being emanated from our almost silent exchange kept me from looking away from the green jewels.

The lesson this evening was trust.

This quiet plea of admittance into me was to make sure that I trusted him, which I did with my heart and soul. My body was his to take, to have, to use. I nodded subtly, and he kissed me briefly before he began. The first pressure of his tip inserting me caused a gasp of my part, ending with a tight grip on his back. A gasp that I wish I could have kept in, but it was too late. Looking fraught, Edward's eyes widen in a mixture of confusion and terror. But I trusted him and told him to keep going.

This time I clamped my mouth shut. He did another soft push in – another scratch. Instead of my voice echoing throughout the room, my eyes displayed what I felt. Whenever he entered me deeper, my eyes enlarged with Edward's eyes mirroring.

During this time, I realized that sex was a delicate balance of pain and pleasure…as with life. Sometimes, they come exclusively as with Cindy and Edward's last visit – painful. Or when Edward and I messed around – pleasure. But other times, they come in combinations, little recipes for the right effect. But the ingredients had to be exact. In this sexual recipe – or my opinion of it – there is a need of a partner that you love (Edward), the establishment of trust, and communication to make sure the couple wanted the same thing. Mixed together with the chemistry just right, gives the satisfying act of lovemaking.

If this was any other guy, I don't think enduring the painful passage would have been as worthwhile.

With the discomfort morphing into bliss, I smiled, enjoying this moment with Edward. Argentina, Liz, Alice, Marco, Jacob, Ana, Sebastian, Tanya – all trickled back into the farthest depths of my mind.

Once he realized I was fine now with him permeating the insides of my walls, Edward slowly slid out and thrust back in. "Is that…okay?" he whispered.

"Uh…huh," I whimpered, trying to control my moans. "Oh…" – thrust – "Edward." My fingers took another swipe against his shoulders.

"Yes…love?"

"Do you…know how much…I love you?" I asked.

"…tell me," he grunted.

I closed my eyes, feeling myself slightly tighten. "I…I…love you more…more…Give me more." Okay, my mind suddenly digressed away from its original intentions. "Uh…"

"Bella…I love you…too."

"How…much?"

"Uh…more than…the stars and moon…and sun…and dancing. More than…life itself. I just want to…be with you." I knew he was struggling to keep up a conversation, but his words were comforting to me. "I wanted you so long…I didn't think…it was right…to make a move, though," he admitted. I opened my eyes to see his closed shut in concentration. He was trying…hard.

"Now…" I sighed and closed my eyes again, "I'm yours." He did one hard pump, causing me to leave a long scratch on his back. "Am I…hurting…you?" My voice lifted an octave as he changed his angle minutely, alien to my previously inexperienced body. My eyes flew open in response.

"Not really," he said, repeating the same foreign move.

"Uh," I gasped.

"Do you…like that?" he asked, one thrust into me.

I nodded, arching up towards him.

"I don't understand," he smirked. "You have to talk to me. Do you like it?"

"Yesss," I yearned in a whisper. "Oh god, yes."

So he did it again.

"Ed-ward," my speech broke apart when he did a simple, quick grind. I knew the climax was around the corner, it was only a matter of how long Edward was going to make me wait.

He paused in his movements, taking my hands from his back. He stretched them out along the pillow, almost touching the headboard. His fingers laced around my sweaty hands as his chest, out of breath, fell on mine.

"Don't s–" I huffed. Edward cut me of with a passionate kiss, diverting me from the lunge he was going to make.

His last thrust sent me over the edge – the last drop that made my cup overflow – into my zenith.

I tried to tear away from his mouth, a cry bursting in my throat, but Edward smothered it with his lips. Bodies united, walls clenched, toes curled, fingers dug into Edward's knuckles, I swore I was going to split into two. The sun at noon transformed into an eclipse activating a volcano in me. The pressure shook it violently until at last, it erupted a wave of utter gratification over my whole body, raining over various joints in sprinkles of ecstasy. Sensitivity washed over me as I relaxed my hands on Edward's, steeping in this overwhelming sensation. As if I was floating in space, I felt unrestricted by gravity. There was nothing else but this pleasurable shadow and Edward. My body was heated and satiated – he would be the only man to ever quench my thirst.

Finally, my climax descended. My eclipse passed, the volcano quieted, the sun hid in the trees again.

From rapture back to earth.

Edward smoothed a piece of hair from my slicked brow and brushed his lips my forehead. I smiled and kissed him fully on the lips back before he rolled off me, bringing me to his chest. The tingle was still there, but not as potent as before. It was as if I had just sampled something delicious, but I wanted to taste it again.

He murmured, "Te Amo," gazing into my eyes.

"Te Amo," I whispered, kissing his mouth. The way this was progressing, something was going to start back up. "I want another go again and this time, I'm on top," I declared. My inhalation still not even. I flipped onto his rock-hard stomach. Edward rose in right brow in speculation as if I was asking too much. Seductively, I leaned down onto him and touched my lips to his chin. I purred, "Because both know the pilot is always in charge."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed their night. I am a "virgin" at this type of writing, so it was a very technical process for me. I might do more - definitely at least one more. :) Thanks for reading