Unexpected

I took my time in the bathroom dressing, and was amazed at how well the dress fit. Like a glove.

I put the shoes on-wondering to myself how much this whole outfit cost-and then looked in their giant mirror. I blinked, stuttered, and stumbled. I couldn't wait to see the look in Edwards eyes when I came down the stairs in this long, flowy, and absolutely gorgeous dress.

I walked out of the bathroom, and there waiting anxiously was Rosalie and Alice, practically dancing on their heels.

"Ohhh!!!" Rosalie and Alice gushed together, sounding like two looming and peeling bells sounding at the same time.

"Oh…my gosh. Bella, we couldn't have picked a better dress for you! It fits you wonderfully, and you have the perfect shape and proportions for a dress, so obviously its going to look fabulous on you." Rosalie beamed.

"Believe me, Bella, once Edward catches a glimpse of you and how it hugs on to your curves, he's definitely going to reconsider your compromise about the whole ridiculous waiting-for-marriage sex thing. I-"

Just then I flushed a deep red, probably making me look like a ripe tomato. I began to reconsider dressing up for this date. It seemed to have many different advantages. I turned giddy inside, only hoping that maybe he would, indeed, change his mind after seeing me in this dress. The dress pushed my flat chest into a pair of curvy bust, and the hemming brought the dress into a close at my waist, excentuating my hips, and flowed gracefully down until you got to the bottom of my legs.

"Oh Alice…Rosalie…you guys are the best I could ever ask for. You're like sisters to me. Thank you, so much!" I gushed.

Then we all embraced for a hug, until finally I heard a soft knock on the door.

Oh, shit.

"Bella, in the bathroom. NOW!!!" They both screamed to me in unison.

I scrambled to the bathroom and hears Jaspers voice on the other side of the door, opening it so they could speak face to face.

Before I could count to three, Alice rapped on the bathroom door.

"Bella, its time to come out. Edwards waiting for you down there, and if you don't go now, you'll be late for your reservations."

I took a deep breath.

I could do this.

I remembered what Alice had said earlier and suddenly got a strike of courage.

I walked carefully down the steps, Alice and Rosalie trailing right behind me.

They told me Edward was on the first floor, so I had to walk down two flights of steps, since Rose's room was on the third floor…

I began the descend down the last set of stairs, my shoulders erect and confident.

I suddenly felt a sharp pang of butterflies enter my stomach as I realized that in a few short moments id be facing Edward, dressed all like this and, briefly, I wondered what Edward would be wearing….

I stepped down from the last step and turned around.

There, waiting for me, was Edward, wearing what I recognized to be a Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo.

And I thought I looked beautiful.

I looked him up and down, noticing his hard and marble muscles as they oh so subtly peeked out of his tux. Then, I noticed his face. He looked at me with those butterschotch eyes of his and I knew that I looked as every bit as beautiful as I felt tonight. And that made me happy.

His mouth twitched unwillingly and his eyes grazed over my dress, and noticing how well it clung to every single curve I had, and how it flowed miraculously and beaitfully down my legs.

"Well…Say something!" Alice and Rosalie demanded.

The only ones at the house were me, Edward, Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper. Emmett was off to Florida at a Gator's football game, and Esme and Carlisle were off in New York sightseeing for a few weeks.

Edward stumbled and said, "Oh…um…Bella, you look…remarkably beautiful. Stunning. I can't wait to take you out tonight. You're going to love everything," he said as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my shoulder, giving me chills that ran up my spine.

I nodded and went over to Edward and gave him a tight squeeze, discreetly grazing my soft hands over his shoulders, all the way down to the small of his back.

He placed his hands around my waist and seemed to enjoy our embrace as much as I seemed to. He smiled triumphantly.

I was glad Edward couldn't read my mind just then, because if he had, he might have just decided not to take me out on a date with him to Seattle.

He took my hand, and after we all exchanged farewells, he led me down to his car, which I immediately recognized as his Aston Marin. It was purring like a cougar, or a mountain lion perhaps, desperately waiting in anticipation to be driven far above speed limit.

We walked down to his car, and Edward opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman. After he had buckled me up, he went over to the drivers side at a normal, human pace.

Watching him move that way, how his hard hips moved and swayed, and how his shoulder blades turned and moved excited me. He was too perfect and beautiful for me, the normal and human one.

He got in the car, and I immediately noticed that he had warmed the car up for me. Such a gentleman, Edward was.

He turned and smiled crookedly at me, displaying his wonderful smile and perfecy pair of lips…

I returned the smile just a few seconds late, but I thought that out of the corner of my eye I seen his lips twitch.

After a few minutes of traveling and light conversation, he reached above his head for a CD. He popped it in-with his glorious, pale, and long fingers-and a soft jazz started playing and filled the interior wonderfully with the sweet music and the miraculous scent of him.

Before I could frame any coherent thoughts, he reached over and took my hand, smiled gentely, and skimmed his nose over the frontside of my hand, smelling, and definitely liking what he smelled.

Resisting the wine, but enjoying the bouquet.

When we were about 20 minutes away from Seattle when I felt the need to try something that I rarely did with Edward.

Our hands were still entertwined, but that didn't mean that I couldn't do anything else with them.

I reached over and started stroking his marble and slick face that radiated ice, and smiled when he took my hand and kissed it tenderly. We wove both of our hands-fire and ice-together and he placed them on his lap.

I took our intertwined hands and I placed his hand on my cheek, and mine on his.

I kissed and stroked his hand, giving it the most slightest of pecks and kisses here and there.

He didn't mind this, since this is what we did at home regularly, and I was happy that he didn't take this gesture too seriously.

I smiled to myself and managed to enjoy the rest of our drive to Seattle, but I only magaged to stay calm for only a few minutes; as we were approaching our destination, I was sitting on the edge of my seat. Edward, however, seemed to get a kick out of my anxiousness.

We sat in silence, till after I about died of the quietness and tension that was emanating through the car.

"So Edward, what brought all this on? Seattle? You know that I would have just been fine with dinner in Forks"-

He cut me off with "Bella, the only restaurant in Forks, besides Taco Bell and McDonalds, is The Lodge, which I find to be the most tacky and overpriced place in the state of Washington. Seattle, however, has much better dining and entertainment options."

I nodded.

We kept silent from then on, not needing to fill the time with endless chatter, until we arrived at the square.

Edward parallel parked the car in one swift move and offered his hand to me when he opened the car door for me.

We held hands as we walked, making light conversation, and managing a laugh here and there.

Every time I managed to look up at him when I wasn't speaking or laughing, he seemed to be really enjoying himself thoroughly. His eyes showed nothing but warm kindness, and I was happy that he was happy.

I tried to hide my desperation as to where we could be possibly going, but I sealed my lips, not wanting to work Edward up. We walked a few blocks until he led me inside a large pair of French doors, and led us up to an elevator.

I bounced up and down in the elevator, a sly grin on Edwards face.

Where were we????

We stepped out, and I heard Edward confirming dinner reservations for 2.

I then noticed where we were as soon as I caught the sign that was pinned on the shirt of each of the waiters and waitresses.

We were at the Emerils, by far the most expensive restaurant in Washington.

I'd heard of this place, but I never dreamed I would be here, with Edward Cullen.

The waitress showed us to our table, a quiet booth, and let us sit down.

Of course I knew Edward didn't eat, but, in order to not spoil my or his time, ordered an entrée, with a warm smile on his face that emanated happiness.

"Yes, I'll have the Filet-bloody." Of course.

Edward and the waitress turned to me, and I ordered the chicken.

We both ordered drinks, Italian Soda, and soon the waitress disappeared.

Edward turned to me and grabbed my hand off the seat and held it with both of his hands.

"Bella, I'm so glad you came with me here tonight. It really wouldn't have been the same without you. Thank you. Really," he said genuinely.

"I didn't know I had a choice…" I countered with a smirk.

"Bella, tell me the truth. Do you honestly think that The Lodge is better than this place?"

I nodded my head, and I couldn't argue with that.

He always got his way.

Just then the waitress came out with our drinks.

Edward thanked her and took a sip himself and resisted the urge to puke.

"Edward, you don't have to do this, I'm perfectly fine with eating alone. You don't have to eat or drink a thing. Its just a waste of money to"-

Edward cut me off with a growl.

The Cullens were just so touchy about money.

"Bella, it really makes me happy to eat out with you, and even though I may not particularly enjoy the food, I won't be concentrating on that anyway. How could I, beautiful and loving as you are. I really want you to know that nothing in the world makes me more happier than to see you happy, because I love you."

He said this tenderly, with the most honest and sincere expression on his face, and just then, I couldn't help but be infected by his kind behavior. My spirits immediately lifted.

After a few minutes, our entrees came out, looking delectibly delicious.

After dinner and more conversation, he left a 1,000 dollar bill on the table, and we left to go outside; he had a surprise awaiting there.

I stepped out into the blistering cold weather and gasped. It felt about 10 degrees outside, and I had on a sleeveless dress.

We were on the 23 floor of a gigantic building overlooking all of Seattle.

Edward pulled off his jacket and put it around me, also rubbing my arms for friction.

The gesture was so incredibly tender, I gushed inside but also couldn't resist the urge to take a big whiff of the scent that was always emanating off of him. Always delicious and equally distinct.

I tried to focus on the view, but I was too focused on his hands stroking me.

It was the most amazing thing he could do to me besides kissing.

He stood behind me and put his arms around my waist.

We stood there, just taking in the breath taking view.

After a while Edward spoke.

"What do you think, Bella?" he asked, his expression light and care-free.

"Edward, its amazing. You couldn't have picked a better night. Or time. Up here you can see all the stars clearly and make out every builging and the lights…Thank you Edward."

I turned around, put my hands on his chest, and pressed my lips to his.

He returned the kiss, but, as always, when I wanted to be not-so-careful, he automatically pulled away and gave me a hug.

"Thank you, Bella. Really. Not only for coming with me tonight, but for you. I know I don't deserve you, but I am much too of a selfish creature to recognize that. But thank, you Isabella. For everything."

He sighed as he spoke and we continued taking in the view.

After awhile, Edward was the first one to speak.

"We should probably get going Bella, its getting dark and…"

I turned around.

"Okay. Where else are you taking me then?"

He traced a finger around my lips.

"That, Bella, is for me to know, and for you to find out…"

"When will I find out?" I pleaded.

I couldn't imagine it. He spending more money on me? 1,000 was already enough. But evidently, he had other ideas…

He chuckled and pulled me inside.

He led the way to the elevator, and once we were out on the streets again once more, he put his arm around my shoulder like I was the most delicate person-very breakable.

"Do you want me to carry you?" he offered.

I looked at him in disbelief, but there was no deception in his eyes.

"Edward, I think I can walk" I alleged.

"Whatever you wish…"He sounded like he really meant it.

But…

But.

If I was going to get anywhere with Edward, I had to take everything that might make him more willing.

"Actually, Edward, these heels," I gestured toward the bivianos, "are really killing me. I might take you up your offer, if you are still willing."

Yes, this is good.

He smiled down at me and pulled me up into his arms effortlessly as if I weighed a feather.

As soon as I was up in Edwards strong arms, I put my arms around his neck.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me with his molten eyes.

"Bella, I know you've heard this from me before, but you look absolutely stunning." He stroked my cheek delicately as I blushed. "And that, by far, is the most beautiful thing in my world."

I cradled myself like a baby into his stone chest and took a deep breath of his sweet scent.

Ahhhh…I didn't deserve a man like Edward.

He was much, much too good to me.

He set me back down on my feet and I immediately knew we had arrived at our next destination….