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I could feel he was somewhere in the room. Nights in Forks were cold, but his presence was a more electric frigidness. My pulse quickened. His dark chuckle bounced off the walls. This whole teasing Bella thing always got annoying for me but he was entertained. "Okay!" I shouted. "You can come out now! Olly olly oxen free!" A flash of light shot across my room and at the end of its run, he stood, smirking at me.

"Your heart beat got a little frenzied there," he whispered almost silently. He was now grinning from ear to ear and I could tell he heard that my heart hadn't slowed. "What's so funny?" I asked. As he gently took a seat next to me and laid out his legs along my bed, he placed his ear against my chest. I knew he would hear my heart going wild with anticipation the moment his ear touched my shirt.

His thumb tapped rapidly against my hip bone. "That actually sounds unhealthy, Bella. Do you have a heart problem?" I shook my head and waited for him to look me in the eyes. Instead, he continued listening. "No, unless you count being dazzled." I could feel his cheek turn up into a half smile against my chest. When he sat up he looked unhappy. "I'm not sure if I should be allowed to stay with you. I am truly selfish."

Placing one finger against his lips, I closed my eyes and tried to meditate. In psychology class, some nut job from a psyche ward had come in to teach us how to meditate. I had learned how to control my own heartbeat. I focused on the sound of my blood pumping and my breathing. After ten whole minutes, I was calmed. Calm, that is, until I felt his icy tongue slide across his lips under my finger.

That same dark chuckle brushed against my fingertip and gave me shivers, good shivers. Before I knew it his shirt was off and my hands were pinned above my head on my pillow. He was consistently agile whenever he tried to surprise me with his speed. There was only one time that he had hurt me, and we never discussed the gash on my hand after it had healed.

Gripping my wrists tightly enough to keep me from moving but not so tightly that my bones were crushed always looked easy from the outside, but I knew he was worrying the whole time. I giggled and the breath made little clouds of steam against his chest. Edward seemed to be ready to give me what I wanted. His lips brushed against mine, then against my chin, and lastly rested against my left collarbone. "Bella," he spoke against my skin," you know that I love you, right?"

Speaking with him this close to me was nearly impossible. "I do know that you love me. I love you, too." His grip on my wrists had loosened enough for me to wiggle myself out and rest my arms around his neck. "Why do you mention it, though?" Edward always got oversensitive to my reactions to things. He would probably never understand that it was impossible for him to scare me off.

"Bella, I know you want to be close to me. You also know that if I were to hurt you," he winced, "again… I would never be able to deal with that." I nodded and thought up something to keep this conversation going, but to move away from the subject of me getting hurt. "You have watched me get stitches, and you drank my blood clean. I am still alive. You toss me around like I'm a stuffed animal and I hardly ever get a scratch. I trust you."

His tongue slid across my chest, up my neck, and against my lips. The intensity in his eyes sent a jolt through me. I locked my thighs around his midsection and hoped I wasn't going too far. "If I hurt you – at all – you have to tell me. Don't think that you can handle it. If you claim to love me so much, you have to let me know when I hurt you." I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with my nails. "You don't have to worry, Edward."

Our bodies rubbed against each other. I was stuck in the moment, but desperately hoping he wouldn't stop this and leave in fear of hurting me. He seemed focused and set on making this work. Though I'd never asked how it was possible, I knew vampires got boners. I learned this from a very awkward conversation with Carlisle on a night where Edward was watching me study for an anatomy exam. I felt him hard against the zipper of my jeans and for once felt a little nervous about everything.

My uncertainty seemed to be pasted across my face because he stopped his movement and frowned. "What did I do?" He cupped my face in one of his hands; he didn't unlock the death grip of my thighs around his waist. "You did nothing except get me hot and bothered. I'm only thinking about normal things I would think about if you were Mike Newton or Jacob or anyone else in the world."

I kissed him deeply and pulled my shirt off over my head. "I swear I'm okay." He nodded, though I knew he wasn't convinced, and waited for me to make the next move. His cock was still stiff and I knew it had to have been ages since he had ever been touched by a hot blooded female, if he ever had at all. When I fondled at the swelling that was adjacent to my own throbbing body, his back arched and a mix between a growl and a moan resonated in his chest.

The intensity in his stare as I kept rubbing him through his slacks was turning me on more than was normal. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. In an instant his pants were gone and in the next, so were mine. I hadn't even seen or felt them being removed but he was now throbbing against my panties. "Bella," he sighed against my neck, "have I done anything wrong yet?" I shook my head and pressed my hips to his.

"Ed…" I gasped for air, "…ward you're… you're not hurting me at all. I swear on my life." He massaged my breasts and his soft, cold tongue slid into my mouth. The taste of his breath was intoxicating, as always. I felt that I was getting wet and was a little embarrassed. In a few second he would definitely feel it. Just as I had worried, he stopped moving and pulled his face away from me.

"Bella please let go of me with your legs. I need to put my clothes back on and get outside." I moved from under him and folded my arms across my chest. "Edward please don't go home. I didn't mean to push you so far." Pain spread through his eyes and wrinkled his forehead. "You didn't push me. I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm not used to the smell of… you… you know what I mean?"

I nodded as he got his clothes back on quicker than it took me to blink. "I know what you mean, but I don't understand." He stood by the window, and then opened it. I could hear him inhaling through his nose. "Any bodily fluids of yours are going to turn me into an animal until I'm used to them.. especially when they're exposed like that. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I really need to get out of here. We'll try again sometime."

"You didn't disappoint me. If you need more time, we have all the time in the world. Well… I mean, you have all the time in the world. Don't worry about this. I love you and I am very, I don't know, surprised at how well you handled my teenage hormones. I'll see you tomorrow?"

He kissed me on the forehead, whispered "tomorrow", and then he was gone.

Edward lets his hormones take him over for the first time in his life, if you call this a life. Bella and Edward's relationship in a more realistic way because as we all know – it is rare to find abstinent teenagers. Currently rated M for sexual content but other chapters will have different ratings.