Disclaimer – Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterisations all belong to Aurora18, copyright February 2018.

Guess who's back?

Chapter 6

Okay so maybe taking a hike with Edward wasn't the best idea I'd ever had. Not that I'm a terrible hiker, but he wasn't even breaking a sweat and we'd been walking for hours. Coming in second had its advantages though, firstly I felt better about being slightly out of breath (when he wasn't) because surely he couldn't hear me walking one by one as we were. Secondly, I had the most superb view of his ass.

Really, I just hadn't appreciated this side of him before. I could see the outlines of the muscle, his thighs flexing, taking long strides and not missing a beat in the sweet rhythm he had going while he dodged tree roots.

It was a really great view until I'd clearly stopped looking where I was looking, tripped on one of said tree roots and bit my lip, all at the same time. Incredible.

"Are we at the stage where me falling over is cute or is it still embarrassing?" I peek awkwardly through one eye at him as he kneels over me, all smoldering and concerned-like.

"Bella, are you ok?"

"Edward, you're seventeen, how can you smolder? Isn't that an acquired skill that comes with age?" Now he looks really concerned, less smoldering. Shame.

"I should take you back home, I don't know what I was thinking keeping you out this long."

"I know – good God what will my chaperone say?!" Ok so my British accent probably needed some (read: a lot) of work but clearly falling on my ass while looking at Edward's had me all kinds of delirious.

Before I know what's going on I'm squealing because he's hauled me up in his arms and I am all up in his sexiness just like I've wanted to be since we first met.

"Oh Edward my knight in shining armor!" I giggle semi-uncontrollably at him rolling his eyes and then realize I am in optimal position to get a good whiff of his manly aroma by discretely (yes, discretely) leaning into his collar.

Manly aroma? Really, Bella.

Thankfully I've managed to not snort in my laughter, that would just be so attractive. I want to face palm at my internal monologue, but really I'm just glad I haven't completely lost it yet.

"Seriously Bella, are you hurt?"

I turn my face toward his and manage to maintain composure because now he does actually sound a little concerned.

"I'm ok, really. Sorry I'm just happy – I mean my ass kinda hurts so you could always make that feel a little better." I wiggle my eyebrows at him seductively.

Yeah you heard me, seductively.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. I think I like this side of you Miss Swan, you're all sweet and not being mean to me." Thankfully by now his eye rolling has turned into a sweet, good natured smile that just about melts me.

I gasp in mock admonishment.

"Mr Cullen how can I ever make it up to you?" We're whispering now and I had no idea how quiet it could be amongst the trees, I can't hear a single sound apart from our quiet breathing and my hand as I move my fingers through his hair.

I hear his sharp intake of breath, see his nostrils flare just a little and eyes widen right before bends his head down to kiss me. This is different than last time though. This time is different than our kiss from this morning because we both know what we're in for, we're both prepared for the onslaught of feelings and sensations. I'm not as surprised by it but I get just as, if not more, carried away than the first time.

Before I know it we're laying down on the grass and he's running his fingers gently down my face, tracing my cheekbone, jawline, down to my neck and just about making me lose my mind.

"Edward I don't think you know how good that feels. You're killing me." The deep chuckle I feel against my shoulder doesn't help my control.

Control? What, control?

As if I have more experience than I actually do, which is zero, I tilt my hips upward and let my legs fall naturally to the side to accommodate his body fitting oh so well between mine. I want to capture how good this moment feels as I take in his weight on top of me, the soft grass beneath me, his hand making its way smoothly down my side with the other supporting his weight when I'm temporarily blinded by a ray of sunlight peeking through the trees.

More astounding than the sudden intrusion of light though is the sight of Edward's glistening skin.

What the eff?!

Thoughts? Be gentle guys, it's been a while…

-A