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Authors Note: I'd like to thank my beta, Britanii for her wonderful help with starting this fic. Thanks to Anlynne and effection with help on the plot. As well as azulskies and kwickie for their never ending encouragement!

Quote: "If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle." - Vincent van Gogh

Chapter One

I sat at the bar next to Emmett, downing the latest shot he had set down in front of me. I growled at the burning sensation the alcohol always left as it went down my throat. Two more were immediately placed in front of us, again, and I frowned, looking from the shot glass to Emmett.

"To a welcome home!" He chided, picking up his shot glass and holding it in the air.

"That's also what you toasted the last three shots to," I told him, picking up mine and holding it out as well.

He grinned, and tapped his glass to mine before putting it on the bar top for a second and then drinking it down. I followed in suit before putting the glass down. I turned around on the stool, facing the dance floor.

"You want one more?" Emmett asked, I deftly shook my head and stood up, hopefully maintaining my balance well.

I felt a tapping about halfway down my back and furrowed my brow, turning around to see who it was. There stood Tinkerbell's angelically looking evil twin. She had to be—with the black hair rather than blonde. I bit back a grin at my own drunken, pitiful joke.

"I think you should ask my friend to dance," she said, her blue eyes set off by the wide smile on her face.

"Should I?" I murmured, "And who might your friend be?"

"She's over there—having one whale of a time," her voice heavy with sarcasm. She took me by the arm and pulled me a few steps forward, pointing to where another girl sat by herself with an empty glass in front of her. As if on cue the girl looked at me, her eyes wide in shock, or possibly horror; she shook her head.

"Doesn't appear she wants to dance with me," I said, turning around to see where Emmett was, but he was no longer behind me at the bar.

"She will—just ask her."

And with that, the little fairy was gone. I almost had to wonder if she really even made an appearance—though, hallucination wasn't a side-effect of drinking. I walked to where her friend sat, now wearing a very nervous smile. I put my hands down on the table, steadying myself to keep from swaying. I peered down at her as her brown eyes gazed up at me, questioningly.

I braced myself, repeating the words over in my head to keep from slipping up—but I couldn't help the slur, if there was one, you could never tell. You always sounded so intelligent to yourself after a bit of drinking.

"Would you like to dance?" I finally asked.

She blinked before nodding slowly, standing and coming to walk to my side. I took in her appearance—a pair of form fitting jeans and a deep blue, top that hung off her shoulders. She had nice shoulders. I placed my hand on her lower back, feeling the silky material of the shirt, and wondered if that's actually what her skin felt like as well. I was moving too fast. I asked her to dance, not have sex. Ever the gentleman, I guided her towards the dance floor.

"You're not obliged, you know," she said softly.

"I know," I replied as we squeezed through dancers before finding an empty enough spot on the floor. At first we sort of danced near each other, but there was a change in the song and she shut her eyes, grinning to herself as she turned around, pressing her back to my front and she started moving her body to the music, as if she were in her own world. I placed my hands on her waist and moved in sync with her, wanting to feel whatever she was feeling.

My hands trailed up her sides as she slid her way, twisting and turning, down my body. I held in a groan—though there wasn't a need to, with the music so loud—as she slowly, ever so slowly, rose back up and rubbed against me. She turned to face me again, one eyebrow arched and a smirk in place on her lips. Her brown eyes appeared to be slightly hazy, but who was I to judge in my state? I wouldn't be surprised if my pupils were the size of saucers.

She threw her arms around my neck, placing her forehead against my chest as we swayed to the music.

"What's your name?" I spoke softly into her ear.

"Bella," she replied, looking up at me. "Yours?"

"Edward," I told her and she nodded before her concentration was given back to the music and our dancing.

We danced a few more songs before she started to fan herself and said she was going to get a drink and try to find her friend. I only nodded and left the dance floor moments after, readjusting myself before resuming my seat at the stool. When had dancing turned into vertical, dry humping? I wasn't sure…but I didn't mind it. I glanced down at my watch and the time read somewhere around three in the morning. I groaned, knowing I had to be at my parent's house sometime in the afternoon. Going there with a hangover probably wouldn't be a wise idea.

There was a sudden uproar on the dance floor as a new song played, clearly a very popular one but I wasn't too familiar with it. On the bar, a drink was placed down in front of me and I shook my head.

"I didn't order this," I told the bartender.

"No, but the brunette with the curls ordered it for you."

I looked in the direction he had pointed and saw the girl, Bella, waving before being lead away by her friend. I smiled and waved in return before drinking the shot quickly. I set the glass down and returned my gaze to her, watching as she skirted around the dance floor and towards the door. I didn't even have a chance to get her number.

It seemed like the opportune moment to leave, and to perhaps randomly bump into her outside. I stood from the bar, pushing my way through the gyrating dancers until I found Emmett dancing with a red headed girl, his hands on her waist as he held her hips to his.

"Em," I yelled loud enough for him to hear me over the music.

"What's up man?" He asked, tossing me a grin.

"I'm gonna head out, call me when you make it home."

"Already?" he asked.

"It's almost three in the morning," I shrugged, "Just call me."

"For sure, bro, see ya later!" He grinned once more before returning his focus to the girl he danced with. She threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him. I grimaced and slid away from them, quickly making my way to the exit.

I stepped outside, breathing in the cold, crisp fresh air as the wave of my drinks began to hit me; I felt dizzy. The cigarette I lit couldn't have helped matter either.

My eyes swept around the front of the club, searching for Bella and her friend. I saw them, with a tall, blonde male who was holding her friend's hand. Bella was shaking her head and gesturing towards the cab and the smaller one looked worried. After more of some sort of deliberation the friend and the man got into the taxi and shut the door.

Bella breathed out heavily, judging from the cloud that formed in front of her face from the cold air. When she spotted me, she caught my eyes and smiled, walking towards me slowly. I shoved my hands into my pocket as she neared, toying around with the gold butane lighter resting against my thigh.

"Hello stranger," she murmured, and there was a new twinkle to her eyes.

"Hey," I replied, tossing the cigarette to the side while unable to keep myself from smiling.

"Time to call it a night for you, too?" She asked.

I nodded, feeling the urge to yawn just then but I refrained.

"Did your friends leave you?"

"Alice and Jasper? No, I told them I'd take a cab home myself," she shrugged. "She's kind of protective over me, like a mother."

I chuckled at that; the petite girl seemed to be the one that would need protecting. I waved my hand, signaling for a cab. At least two passed by before I waved again.

"They're all kind of jerks," she spoke up.

"True," I responded as a cab slowed to a stop in front of us.

"You can take this one, I'll wait." She said.

"That would be the most un-chivalrous thing I could do," I told her, opening the door and moving out of the way so she could get in.

"And here I thought chivalry was dead," she murmured, smiling softly. "We'll share," she said, suddenly, after a brief moment of consideration. She got inside the cab and left the door open.

I was slightly opposed to it, but the more present side of me—the side really attracted to her—told me to get in. Who cared if she was a killer? Or if she was planning to skip out on the fare in the end?

She looked innocent enough, though.

"I cannot wait here," the driver said.

Her head popped up outside the door. "Come on and get in!" She urged.

I slid into the car, shutting the door as she told the driver her address and we took off.

I focused on the passing scenery, the tall buildings, the people walking—even though it was pretty late or early, depending on how you looked at it. This was the city that never slept, after all. I felt her eyes on me and turned to look at her. She was smiling.

"Do you go to the club by yourself a lot?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I wasn't alone, I was with a friend but he probably won't be leaving until the break of dawn."

"Oh," she said, the word dragging on for far too long.

"I'm not much of a club goer either, but he wanted to welcome me back home," I said, rambling for some reason unbeknownst to me. "What about you? Any special reason for your outing tonight?"

"Jasper, Alice's boyfriend, is back in town for good," she said, offhandedly. "She also won this design contest that she entered in and just wanted to celebrate a little." The driver then took a sharp turn and she fell against me, swearing as we collided.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"It's not you," she said. "God, I can barely sit myself up straight right now."

I glared at the driver when I saw him looking through the rear-view mirror.

"Could you drive a little better?" I said. He mumbled something under his breath but focused his eyes back on the road. I resisted the urge to snap at him as she sighed, still leaning on me.

A few minutes later we stopped outside of an apartment building, several stories high.

"We're here, ma'am. That will be 15.70," he told her.

She looked through her purse again, mumbling about the bills to herself. I watched as she pulled out two twenty's and passed them over.

"Two ten's, twenty—that should cover it," she said, pulling on the door handle to get out.

I waited, wondering if the cab driver was going to say anything about her drunken mistake with the cash, but it didn't appear he was.

"Thank you, for sharing the cab, Edward," she told me, smiling before she shut the door and went to the front of the building.

"Where to, sir?"

I paused, briefly, wondering what to do. I knew I wanted to get out the car and go with her, talk to her, exchange numbers or something. This little mix up also gave me an opportunity—and I'd take it.

I put my hand out, "Give me that extra twenty."

"Why? How do you know it isn't intended as a tip?" He claimed, his face formed into a look of innocence.

I glared at this man, shaking my head. I didn't want to let my words get the best of me. "Just give it to me."

He clenched his teeth but eventually put the bill back into my hand as I opened the door.

"I cannot wait here," he said, sounding very annoyed.

"Fuck, whatever," I muttered, getting out and slamming the door behind me.

I jogged into the building, not wanting to lose her anywhere inside. I spotted her waiting for the elevator and caught up just in time to get in with her. There were two other men inside, both looking a bit unsavory.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of me and she smiled, "You live here too?"

I chuckled at the surprised look on her face. "No, I don't."

"Hmm," she hummed as the elevator started to move up

I didn't want to give her the money in the elevator, only to have her be mugged or something by the two men as soon as I left. I waited until the bell chimed again, signaling that we were at the seventh floor and she stepped out, I followed.

The men were just behind us and I furrowed my brow, putting my hand on the small of her back, "Where do you live?"

"13 F," she said, pointing in the direction of her apartment, drowsily. "Why?"

"There are some men; I'd just like to get you into your apartment safe."

"Chivalrous you are, indeed." She smiled.

I brought the bill out from my pocket, offering it to her. "You over-tipped the cab driver."

She bit her bottom lip, staring at the money. "I-I didn't realize…thank you," she said, taking the money into her hands as she began to walk towards her apartment. At the door, she fumbled around for her keys and I looked around for the men but they were gone from the hallway.

"All right then, I suppose I'll—"

"Do you want to come in?" She cut me off, something I normally hated, but I actually happy for it in this moment. "For some coffee, or something…I should repay you for giving me my money back."

"That's not necessary; I'm just a Good Samaritan."

She laughed, and my ears perked up at the sound, causing me to smile.

"It's the least I can do, and it will warm you—it's freezing out and you don't even have on a jacket," she noted, putting her key in the door and turning it. She pushed it open, stepping inside and motioned for me to do the same.

I teetered on the idea of whether or not to accept her offer before I stepped inside, throwing a little bit of caution to the wind. My parents would be home regardless of what time I showed up, and wasn't this what I wanted? A little bit of conversation? And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know how her lips felt against mine, how she would feel beneath me.

"I'm not a serial killer, or a rapist," she teased, shutting the door after me and locking it.

"Neither am I." I'm just a slightly horny and lonely bastard.

She grinned, "Good."

She flipped on some lights and went into the kitchen to make the coffee, I assumed.

It was a quaint place, but it seemed comfortable all the same. There was a yellow sectional sofa, a television, a coffee table, and if I wasn't mistaken there was a black cat curled up in the corner. The colors of the walls and furniture were playing tricks on my eyes, with the way they clashed but seemed awkwardly right together.

She came back into the living room, motioning for me to sit down as she shed herself of her jacket, and I took in the sight of her again—only in proper lighting this time.

I blinked and cleared my throat, averting my gaze to the blank television screen. "This is a nice place you have. It's very…cozy."

"Thanks. It's a struggle to still afford it, though," she said, truthfully, taking off the small heeled shoes she had on.

She sat next to me on the sofa, leaning into it and shutting her eyes. I followed in suit, the many shots crept upon me making my head feel light and airy and I wanted to mull in it.

My eyes flew open, feeling her hand on top of mine. Her eyes were still shut but her hand traveled further up my arm, I remained silent—unsure if there was even anything that I could say.

The cold never fazed me, I never got goose bumps as others did but when I felt her hand on my arm, they suddenly appeared beneath her touch. Her hand continued up until it reached my elbow, where the sleeves of my shirt were rolled back to. Her eyes opened and they locked with mine. I stared into hers, deeply, wondering what was going on in her head. I usually had such an easy time reading people but I saw nothing but a smirky little grin and her twinkling eyes.

"We shouldn't—we're not in the right state of mind," I said, contradicted my physical and mental feelings somehow.

"Does this not feel good?"

Her hand had moved to my thigh, and she rubbed the fabric of my jeans.

"It does," I muttered.

She grinned; rolling her eyes before undoing the button of her pants. She swung her leg over so that she was straddling me.

"When I was against you in the car," she started, her breath hot against my ear, "I felt this continuous electrifying shock—and it felt so good. I still feel it when I touch you." Her hands were on the buttons of my shirt, undoing them.

"And you said you weren't a rapist," I murmured, my hands going out to rest on her hips as I enjoyed the sight of her hands working busily.

"Are you not consenting?" She asked, looking at me through half-closed eyes.

"Oh, I am," I said, grinning at her.

"Then this seems very legal to me," she teased, leaning forward to seal her words off with a kiss.

I think I felt it then, that electrifying shock she spoke of, but I could just be drunk. Her lips were soft and warm against mine as I kissed her back, my eyes fluttering shut. She pushed back the button up shirt off my shoulders and I sat up to take it off fully.

"You're a layered man," she teased, lightly tugging at the bottom of my white undershirt. She didn't bother removing it; she instead focused now on the buttons of my jeans.

"I'm a lousy man—and you're taking advantage of me," I whispered, cupping a hand behind her neck and bringing her down to me to kiss her again.

"So let me," she said against my lips before kissing me back.

I let her. I hadn't even really tried stopping her.

She slid my zipper down before her hands went back to the hem of my shirt. She tugged on it and yanked it up over my head, tossing it next to us on the couch along with my other.

As our tongues collided, I felt more urgent than ever to see her body. My hands wandered up her jean clad thighs, up to the waist. I pushed on her hips lightly and she maneuvered herself off of me, standing yet still kissing, and managed to push her own jeans down and kick them to the side before she climbed back on top of me. My hand now moved freely up to her hot, wet center and I lightly rubbed her clit through the lace panties she wore. She groaned, kissing me deeper as her hips rocked against me.

I broke away from the kiss, looking into her eyes again—they were smiling me. I had to have her.

Her hands trailed up and down my chest, the electric, tingling feeling still present. And I wondered if it was from the buzz or if she could actually inflict such a feeling upon me. I swiftly removed her shirt, revealing that she had not been wearing a bra. I didn't think I could possibly become harder than I already was, but that just about did it. Holding onto her waist with my free hand I moved us so we were horizontally angled on the couch. It took a minute to get comfortable, but we did, and her hands tangled in my hair, her back arching as I pressed my finger against her harder.

She bit my bottom lip softly and I moaned, reaching up to grab one of her hands and relocate it to my pants. She giggled softly, tugging my pants down as far as she could before I shed myself of them.

"Your boxers too," she breathed, heavily.

I did as I was told as quickly as possible, standing and I grinning as she shimmied her way out of her underwear and tossed them to the floor. Even that looked sexy as hell. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me a way so that I was sitting on the sofa, causing me to frown. The loss of contact was upsetting.

She climbed back on top of me, positioning herself right above my cock. I held my breath as she slowly lowered herself, eventually biting on my lower lip as she took her sweet fucking time, taking all of me inside. She gasped and tossed her head back when her ass was resting on my thighs.

A noise sounded from the kitchen—probably the coffee.

"Fuck it," we both said at the same time, causing each other to laugh.

"Come here," I tangled my hand in her hair, pulling slightly as I brought her lips back down to mine.

My hands were on her hips, guiding her in slow, steady rocking motions. It felt so good, she felt amazing. Each and every part of her. She pulled away from me again, and I grumbled my protest. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, placing her hands on my knees as she moved back and forth, using her own rhythm. Of its own accord, my hand cupped her breast, squeezing it before pinching the nipple.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That feels so good. Fuck me, Edward."

And I did. I flipped us over so she was beneath me again, thrusting in and out, our bodies clashing against each other in the most urgent way. I never would have imagined this happening when I first got to the nightclub, but I was definitely happy with the way things were turning out. This woman, intoxicated—but so was I—was an astonishing sight and she worked her body so well.

She was moaning beautifully, as I kept her wanting more and not knowing what would happen next. I moved fast, then slow, then fast, and excruciatingly slow. Our breaths were ragged as we moved together.

"Oh, Edward….God, Edward," she said, her legs wrapped around me tightly. She arched her back, panting as she let out a low, sexy moan that only a vixen such as herself could muster. The feel of her coming around me brought much of the same reaction out of me. I groaned, jutting my hips forward rapidly as I came and, in layman's terms, released my seed.

"Edward," she murmured my name, and it sounded as if she were smiling.

Rather than rest my full weight on her I readjusted us so we were lying side by side. My arms were wrapped around her and her head nestled into the crook of my neck. At first she laced it with kisses but she soon stopped, and from the pattern of her breathing, I couldn't tell if she had falling asleep or not.

"Edward," she said my name, again. I liked the sound of it coming from her mouth.

"Hmm?" I hummed, as she wigged around in my arms.

"Get up, I don't want to sleep on the couch all night," she told me, and I let go.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, opening my eyes and sitting up on the couch.

She smiled, teasingly at me as she stood from the couch, walking backwards in the direction of the hallway.

"That's up to you, really…but I will be awfully lonely in here…" she said, grinning before she turned around and continued down the hallway.

I stood from the couch and followed after her. When I entered the room-that was painted an interesting shade of violet, with red shutters blocking her windows-she was already under the sheets of her bed, and I wasted no time sliding in behind her, loving the more comfortable feeling it had, as opposed to the couch.

"Was this your intention when we first got into the cab?" I asked her, curiously.

She shook her head, "Not in the slightest, but I couldn't be any happier."

"You don't regret the fact that you don't even know me?"

"I know your name, and that's a start, Edward," she repeated, grinning. "I might begin to regret it, though, if you don't make love to me again."

Her hand reached between us, lightly caressing my cock.

"Anything for you," I murmured, burying my face in her hair as I pushed her legs apart, going for round two.

I woke up the following morning to the sound of an alarm going off. I sat up abruptly, trying to find the annoying device. It was her cell phone. I swiped to the side to shut the alarm off.

Looking further away, the light of the bathroom was on, as was the shower.

I ran my hand through my hair, the entire night coming back to me in such a rush that I almost didn't believe it. I had to, though, as it explained why I was in this unfamiliar apartment, in an unfamiliar bed—naked.

I pushed the covers back and went to my clothes that were still in the living room. Walking down the hall I prayed it that no one was there. Wishes do come true. I slipped into my clothes, tempted to make a cup of coffee—but would that be overstaying my welcome?. I didn't even know if she wanted me to be around when she got out of the shower so, I figured I would just leave—that would be better…right? Going back to the bedroom I picked up her cell phone, punching in my number before placing it back on the bed.

I put my shoes on and opened the door, leaving the apartment before I could talk myself into staying. I shut the door softly, telling myself this was for the best. Who wanted an awkward goodbye conversation, anyways? If she did want to see me, though, at least she would have my number. I hadn't even thought to call my phone with hers but now the ball was fully in her court. When it came down to it, I would probably never see that girl again in my life. New York was a big place; you don't usually run into the same people twice.

She probably would have preferred it that way, if she knew how horrible I was at relationships, apparently. That's what my last girlfriend said when she broke up with me, and I suppose she was right because I didn't falter, hearing the words—I didn't cry, I wasn't saddened. I was more…relieved than anything.

Once outside the building, I hailed another taxi. I was further downtown than I realized last night, and it would be a long journey to the Upper East Side. I leaned my head against the window and let my eyes flutter shut, though the only thing I saw was the image of her face.

There you have it, this is my newest work. No fear, I still plan to continue "My Love on Sommer Isle" but this idea came up and the writing for it was flowing more freely. Please let me know what you're thinking, I do cherish each and every review. For more of my writings you can check my livejournal community (link in profile), and add me on my personal LJ, if you wish-I enjoy making new friends so I wouldn't mind. This will be in Edward's point of view, but I'm already thinking of writing one that coincides with this, in Bella's. Though, I don't want to tackle on too much. Does it interest you to have this in Edward's point of view? I look forward to hearing from you all! I'd rather not go down the confusing route that makes me feel like not continuing when the story has nearly 200 hits and maybe five reviews, it doesn't make sense. I took a lot of time to write this, could you spare a minute to review and tell me what you think?

Chams.