Preamble

Chapter 1: He Brought It On Himself

It was a typical Thursday night, really. It started out that way at least.

I was lying on the sofa in my pajamas - and Edward not because we were at my apartment and he'd have to go back to his soon. There was some throw-away movie I'd bought on PayPerView playing; interesting enough that maybe after Edward left I'd watch it on my own. Because right now? Right now, Edward and I were studiously not watching it as we made out on my couch like sixteen year olds.

I ran my hands through his hair, feeling the ring he'd finally given me two weeks ago heavy on my finger (it's existence a constant presence on my mind, even though it was quite light, and just right for me.) We'd been dating for three years now, since we were seventeen. And now we were engaged.

It had come as a surprise to everyone (including me and him) that I was actually, absolutely ecstatic about it. All my life my mom had raised me to believe that people didn't get married until they were thirty. Up until two weeks ago, I agreed.

But my mom supported my decision, and that was all I needed to not feel any regret about my choice at all. Edward really was my other half. We knew years ago that we were in it for the long haul. With him, that idea had never seemed scary.

Him.

"Edward," I moaned lightly as I planted my feet firmly on the couch, lifting my hips into the air to grind against his. Automatically, he ground back making us both groan.

We had yet to have sex, but I had thought that since we were engaged that would change. Nothing so far, but maybe he didn't want to rush it. I could respect that. But that didn't mean I couldn't give him a little nudge in a faster direction.

We had, however, participated many times in…substitutions, for sex. And I was hoping to at least get that tonight, if nothing else. It'd been a busy week so far in school. I wanted some relaxation time.

The sound of our ragged breathing was driving me insane with want. When our mouths separated, I darted my tongue out and l licked his lips, softly sucking it into my mouth and feasting upon his delicious taste. His mouth was hot and wet. I loved every second of it.

My hands spread through his hair until one of them decided to venture elsewhere, softly scraping down his t-shirt clad back. I pressed my palm flat and slid it down, loving the rippling texture of his muscles. He shifted, panting, as his hands began to wander too from their safe position around my neck and waist.

"Mmm…touch me," I moaned, my head falling back, disconnecting my mouth from his. He compensated by trailing down a string of open-mouthed, heated kisses, licking and sucking where needed. My hands clasped the bottom of his t-shirt and I lifted it up and over his head quickly, needing to see and feel his bare chest.

He mimicked me, yanking off my tank top as if it had done him a personal wrong and flinging it elsewhere. His kisses trailed lower and he hummed against my skin when he reached the valley between my breasts, nipping at the bare flesh and making me gasp. "I love when you go braless," he murmured lowly, his tongue dragging slowly and deliberately upward to one of my hardened nipples, before finally encasing it in the heated space of his mouth, sucking vigorously.

His other hand was making quick work of my drawstring pajama bottoms, shoving them and my underwear down to my thighs. I shimmied against him, effectively pushing them down farther and rubbing my body all over his. He inhaled sharply, breaking his mouth's contact with my breast.

"Vixen," he growled as I giggled, smothering my lips with his as his hands went to my hips, grinding me harder against him. My hands struggled down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, kicking them off his body, my legs parting around him as I did so, nestling him deeper in between my thighs. I kept his boxers on. Edward made a rule a long time ago about how only one of us could be completely naked at one time.

His head suddenly snapped up from mine as if he had remembered something, eyes widening. "Bella - sorry, I shouldn't have let it get this f - "

Uh-oh. The tone of his voice told me that was going no where I wanted it to. Without letting him finish I kissed him hard again, cutting off his voice, as my hand snaked into the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his cock. He gasped as it jumped, arms starting to shake around me, kissing harder.

He was now sufficiently distracted and back in the mood. Bingo.

He was long and hard in my hands, soft skin covering an obviously rigid length. God, it kept me up at nights panting and sweating when I was on my own, imagining this - him - inside of me one day.

I trailed my fingers lightly up to the tip of his cock, feeling some of his pre-cum leaking out. I swirled that around the head and then started to stroke him, grinding my core against his pelvic bones, attempting to stimulate my clit.

"I got you baby," he panted into my ear, caressing my side firmly on his hand's way down to my center. His fingers trailed up and down my slit lightly, spreading the moisture around his fingers and bringing it up to rub my bundle of nerves, moistening it too with his thumb. I gasped, my eyes rolling back slightly, almost forgetting my rhythm of strokes on him. Almost.

"Edward!" I cried out when two of his fingers speared inside me without warning, taking me by surprise because of the teasing touches before. Our hips rocked in tandem, a coil tightening in my stomach.

His fingers curled and moved, stretching me and petting my inner walls with lustful, adoring curiosity. I bit my lip as it became too much, a peak almost being reached. My grip on him tightened and I started pulling harder.

"What have I told you about muffling your noises Bella?" he whispered against my neck, lapping at my skin devotedly. I immediately released my teeth's grip on my lower lip. His fingers were still thrusting, his finger rubbing my nub harder and harder. My hips were jerking in uneven, sharp motions.

Edward wasn't doing much better. He was pumping into my hand faster, his mouth dropping sloppy kisses on my body.

"Come on," he whispered. "Come for me. Now." He jerked his fingers farther in, as far as they would go. His thumb pressed my clit flat, rubbing circles.

The coil inside me erupted, and I was screaming, my grip tightening so much on Edward's cock that he came too, chanting my name, spilling all over the inside of his boxers.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he laid on my chest in post-coital bliss for many, many minutes, trying to find my breath and my mind. My heart was racing, body shaking.

He could always do this to me.

I sighed happily when I'd recovered some, running my fingers through his hair. He sighed too, but it sounded defeated as he nuzzled his head in between my breasts.

"You distracted me earlier," he accused.

I shrugged lightly, not bothering to deny it.

He groaned in frustration. "You always do this to me," he breathed against my still slightly-damp skin. "I don't even think when I'm around you. And I had something to bring up that was the complete opposite of what we just did."

I froze, sensing the same danger as earlier. This wasn't going to end well.

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.

He sat up, grabbing his jeans off the floor and shoving them on. He fished out my bottoms and top, handing them to me. "Please?" he asked, grinning that crooked smile I couldn't resist even at gun point. Damn him. "You're mighty distracting to me when you're naked, love."

"Maybe I want to distract you," I grumbled, pulling on my clothes again without much enthusiasm. I sighed, leaning against the arm of my couch. "Alright. What is it you were thinking about?"

He held out his hand and I took it, unable to resist as he pulled me over to snuggle into his side. The movie was still playing on my TV, though it was turned down low.

"Just that…well, you know I want to wait until the wedding," he stated. I knew what he meant. Sex. "And I just thought that…it would be more special if…I mean, we'll be getting married in only four months. So…if we held back from, pleasuring the other until then, then the wedding night would be - would feel - even better. And I want that for us."

I traced patterns on his jeans, staring fixedly at them. "So basically what you're saying is…you want no sexual activity at all in these upcoming months before we get married? Right?"

"Yes." He sounded relieved that I didn't sound particularly angry yet.

But inside my head, wheels were turning.

I knew that honestly, I didn't have a choice in this matter. Even if I told him no, he would still try to hold off as much as he could. It would never work out for me - because Edward always got his way. Not that it was necessarily his fault. I always let him. I can't help it.

So I was going to have to agree to this "idea" of his.

But I'll be damned if I actually intend to follow it. It was like a diet. I was going to shake my head and pretend to eat the carrots and celery, but as soon as he's not looking...BAM! Chocolate for me baby.

Because you know, I was perfectly willing to wait until the wedding to have sex with him before. If that's what he wanted, then fine. No big deal. We've got substitutes to relieve the frustrations in the mean time.

But now he wanted to take those out too?

Well sorry Cullen. You've done it now. You've left me with no other choice - but to steal your virtue and my own as well. There's going to be no escaping this one.

He's giving it up before the wedding. He's giving it up hard.

There was no alternative.

~*~

A couple hours later he left to go back to his own apartment, kissing me sweetly good-bye as he whispered his love into my ear, thanking me for being so cooperative.

It was all I could do to resist snorting. You wait Edward. Just you wait.

This was going to take planning. I knew that now. No one had more self-control or cleverness than my fiancé. This was going to have to be handled smoothly and delicately. Not my strongest areas, but you do what you have to do.

I sat up at my desk late into the night with a piece of paper in front of me. The only light came from the orange glow of my desk lamp. I tapped my pen against my teeth, contemplating.

This plan was going to require close contact at all times. He needed to be consumed at all times by me so he had no time to sit down and talk himself out of it if I ever made any kind of headway. At this point, it was the only firm course of action that I knew of to take first.

A grin unfurled across my mouth. Well, if we were getting married in not too long a time, we should be living together by then…and what's a couple months in advance? I wouldn't be able to approach him with the idea tomorrow - it was too soon. He'd get suspicious. But it was a perfectly logical course of action for us to take in our relationship. How could he really tell me no?

He couldn't.

Mwuahaha.

I uncapped my pen and began to write.

Step 1: Move in with the could-be Sex God.

I nodded. There was a long road ahead of me; I was aware of that now. But it was a road I was willing to take.

And thus, the MESS Plan was born.

Or, the Make Edward Seriously Succumb Plan, if you will.

A/N: Haha, lots of fun possibilities with this story and I'm eager to get there. Review please and I should update soon!

- Marauder Shagger