AN: Once again, it is rather sad that a simple object can spark my imagination enough that I feel the need to write a fic about it. This one pretty much wrote itself, and though it's short, I enjoyed writing it. Oh, I'm going to combined all of my fluff fics into a series, so check my profile for that. It'll be under the title Seduction.

Disclaimer: I've never met Spunk Ransom; therefore, I am not Stephenie Meyer.

He climbed through her bedroom window, out of habit perhaps, despite the fact that Charlie wasn't home. As he entered her room, he immediately vanished, reappearing downstairs in the living room almost instantly, as that was where she was. He stopped short in the doorway as he saw her current location.

Bella lay on the coffee table in front of the sofa, curled up so that her body fit the size constraints of the piece of furniture. She looked quite comfortable, almost in spite of the fact that the oak she lay on was nearly as hard as he himself. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be resting there in the silence. It was then that he had to laugh.

She jerked upright when she heard his chuckle. Her face became flushed when she saw who had been watching her.

"Edward!" She gasped, pressing a hand to her heart. "You scared me!"

He laughed, and was beside her in an instant, pulling her into his lap. He stilled immediately afterwards to allow her to adjust to the successive changes of position. As soon as she began to move again, he allowed himself to laugh once more.

"What on earth were you doing?" He asked her. She pressed her face into his chest, and he could feel the rush of blood that heated her skin. He closed his eyes momentarily, reveling in her warmth. After a few moments of her embarrassed silence though, he had to ask again.

"Is it that bad?" He teased, leaning back to look into her face. She refused to meet his eyes, instead dropping her chin to her chest.

"Bella," he said softly, indulgently, reaching under her jaw with two fingers to lift her face. When her gaze finally met his, he asked, "Is this really more comfortable than your bed? We may have to get you a new mattress. Or you could just stay at my house…"

Bella laughed and then sighed. "I missed you," she said, blushing once again.

"And how does that relate to you lying on your coffee table?" He asked, uncomprehending.

"It was cold. And hard…" She dropped her face again.

He was silent for a long moment. Then they were both shaking from the force of his laughter. The sound filled the room, and she stared up at him in shock. It was a while before he quieted enough to speak, and even then, occasional chuckles broke through his defenses.

"And you're serious about this, correct?"

She nodded, and the action seemed painful. He contemplate this for a moment, considering.

"We'll have to get you a bigger table then."

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