Disclaimer : I don't own anything, though I do wish I owned Robert Pattinson and a nice Silver Volvo lol.

Chapter 1 – Bad Day

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day

Daniel Powter – Bad day

"I'll have a beer and a shot of tequila." She told the bartender.

It had been one of those days. You know, those days where you wake up feeling like crap, and knowing it just isn't going to get any better. She had partly expected it. She didn't need to look at the calendar to know what today was. As if she could ever forget. But as people say, life does go on, and she had tried not to dwell too much on the significance of the day.

So with an air of stubbornness, that she could have only inherited from her Dad, she had gone about her day as per her usual routine. That was where she hit her first stumbling block. Half way through her morning shower, with hair full of shampoo, the creaky old pipes groaned, immediately cutting off the hot water, spraying her with ice cold water. Whilst standing there for a few moments hoping the hot water would reappear, soap had trickled down her face straight into her eyes, causing stinging, irritating pain.

Having fumbled through the remainder of her shower, muttering obscenities under her breath, she wrapped her big bath sheet around herself, before picking up her blow dryer and began to try to tame her hair. The appliance hadn't been on thirty seconds when with a quick pop, the heat immediately ceased. She flipped it's switch numerous times in hope, even trying a different socket, but it was no use.

Thankfully she managed the rest of her routine without any further dramas, though even she knew that it would be unlikely for her to get through the rest of the day without further incidents. On her way out of her building, she popped down to see the superintendent, yet again about her wonderful cold shower. She had reported the problem a few times, but as expected, he had done nothing about it as of yet. Unsurprisingly, when he failed to answer the door, she knew the problem would remain unsolved for yet another day. Damn super.

Finally arriving at work only ten minutes late, she dashed to her desk hoping her tardiness would have gone unnoticed by Jane her boss. Usually Jane was relaxed about this type of thing, especially considering it was rare if ever that she was late. But the past few weeks, Jane had been very uptight, picking up on every little thing. Not that anyone could blame her. The 'big wigs' of the firm were due to visit any day now, and since this was their first visit since her promotion, into what had always been a males job, she was determined to prove she was equally as capable as her predecessors.

Sitting in her chair with a sigh, she turned her computer on and waited for it to warm up. There was a huge pile of work in her in-tray, work that she knew had not been there the day previous. Looking at it with a scowl, she picked up the first transcript and leafed through the first few pages. Another sigh escaped her as she realized how much work she had for the day. Dropping the transcript back in her in-tray for now, she logged into her emails.

"You looked like you could use this." A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of her.

"Angela... thank you." She forced a smile, trying to blink away the tears that had crept into her eyes.

She was grateful for more than just the beverage. Angela had been her close friend throughout high school. Whilst Angela had stayed in Washington to attend college so she could stay together with her then boyfriend, and now husband, Ben, she had travelled across the country to attend college in Arizona. Of course they had stayed in touch, albeit irregularly from time to time, when either of their work loads got chaotic, but it was sheer coincidence when she had accepted the job, and found Angela working there on her first day, six months ago.

Regardless of the miles between them, Angela had been the one she had turned to, two years ago. She had been the one who had picked her up at the airport, holding her when it felt like her life was falling apart. And now, here she was, ready and willing to pick up the pieces if needs must.

"You didn't think I'd forget did you?" Angela asked with a sympathetic smile. "We'll take as many bathroom breaks as you need today, 'kay." And with that she sat down at her own desk opposite her and continued with her work.

With the resolve that she just needed to get on with things, she worked through her emails, deleting the junk, and responding to the urgent ones, before she began working through the stack of paper work in the tray. For the most part, people left her alone. Though she knew it wasn't general knowledge to most of what this day to her represented, she could only assume that between the look on her face, and quite probably Angela warning their colleagues to give her a wide birth, kept them away.

During her lunch hour, instead of joining everyone, and promising Angela she would eat something, she watched everyone leave the office, before picking up her phone and dialling that ever so familiar number.

"Forks police department, June speaking how can I help?"

"Hi June, it's Bella, did he come in today?" She asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Hi Hun, how are you doing?" The receptionist responded, not even bothering to answer her question, already knowing she knew.

"Yeah, I'm doing ok. Keeping busy." She replied. "How is he?"

"Quiet, which you know, is no different for Charlie. He hasn't left his office all morning. I've peeked in once or twice, and he's just going through the motions. I've told him to go home once or twice, but he refuses."

"Sounds like Dad." She chuckled humourlessly. "Can you put me through to him please?"

"Sure thing Hun, you take care of yourself, you hear."

"I will, you too." She agreed before she heard the clicking of the transfer.

She hated that she was so far away from her Dad on today of all days. But they were both too stubborn to recognise that they needed each other. He refused to go to Seattle to see her, and she didn't want to go to Forks to see him. Well not so much to see him, but the memories were just too much in that quaint little town. She only returned at Christmas, and ended up leaving early. She felt as though she was suffocating there. There was just no escape. Everyone looked at her sympathetically, yet barely spoke a word to her, scared that she would break.

"Bells?"

"Hey Dad. How you doing?"

"I'm ok. Are you ok? Keeping safe?" He worried like any Father would.

"Your ok, really Dad? Do I need to call Sue?" She threatened, knowing he would never admit to his pain without a little shove.

Sue, was Sue Clearwater. Charlie had been good friends with her late husband, Harry, for years. He had passed away about five years ago now. Charlie had stepped in to help Sue out as much as he could, and a strong friendship had blossomed between the two. Sue was now helping to take care of Charlie, much to her relief, since Charlie was neither use nor ornament in the kitchen. The man could practically burn water, and without Sue, she knew he would be eating steak and cobbler at the diner every night.

"Well I'm just trying to stay busy, you know." He admitted begrudgingly.

"Yeah, I do." And she did.

She and Charlie were so much alike. Both had such stubborn streaks, to the point it was frustrating for those close to them. Even worse they frustrated each other with their non giving in nature. Charlie was a quiet man, and though she too was quiet, she had never been quite so reserved as he. Charlie struggled expressing his feelings outwardly, though those close to him never once questioned his love for them. She on the other hand didn't have so much of a problem expressing her feelings to others, she was just very careful who she let in.

"Are you looking after yourself? Keeping safe? You know I still don't like you living in the city on your own."

Dislike wasn't the word she would choose when it came to her Dad's feelings on her living in Seattle. She wasn't even sure despise was a strong enough word. He constantly worried about her. She was his baby girl, and he was the Chief of Police. He had a wealth of knowledge when it came to crimes in big cities, and of course his imagination ran wild and he imagined her to be the victim in each of those crimes.

She could remember the day when she had told him she had accepted a place in Arizona. Man did he hit the roof. He tried telling her she wasn't going. He tried every trick in the book possible, to stop her from going. Coming home every night with crime statistics. But nothing deterred her. Even a last ditch effort on his behalf was him threatening to cut her off, but even as he said it, they both knew it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference. She was more than willing and able to stand on her own two feet.

Straight after she graduated high school, he tried to teach her self defence. Though after only two hours he gave in, and simply signed her up for a proper class that was to last all summer. How she hated him the moment he told her what he had done. She didn't say anything though, if it meant he was a little more willing to let her go.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really."

"Well... that's good. Listen." He cleared his throat, something he always did when he was nervous. "I was thinking, maybe in a few weeks we could, you know have dinner."

This was always the part of their conversations she hated. He wanted her to visit, she wanted to visit, but she just couldn't help but dread the idea of going back.

"It's just, I have some time owed me, so I was thinking maybe that nice restaurant you like in Port Angeles or maybe somewhere in Sequim." He added before she could make an excuse for herself not to go home. He cleared his throat again, before he continued. "I um, well I know why you don't like coming home, and I respect that. But I miss you Baby."

"I miss you too Daddy, so much." She admitted, the tears that had been in her eyes throughout most of their awkward conversation finally overflowed down her cheeks. "I'd love to have dinner with you. Soon, okay?"

Not long after, they said their goodbyes, before hanging up. She sobbed openly, as she stared at the phone. She had known even before ringing her Dad, that the conversation was never going to be an easy one, but she hadn't been prepared for the onslaught of emotions that had hit her.

She wished she was brave enough to have headed home to see him. She wished he had been willing to come to Seattle to see her. Most of the time he declined her offer to come and spend the weekend due to work, then there was his plans with Sue or Billy Black and fishing. She knew he would never admit it, but he just felt too out of his depth in such a big city. Add that onto this one day of the year, she already knew the answer.

He was all she had though, in way of family. Of course she had Angela and Ben here in the city, and a few other close friends, but the only family she had left in the world was her Dad. A Dad she had rarely seen since she left for college four years ago. Of course she stayed in touch regularly, spoke albeit a few minutes of conversation, every week on the phone. She spoke to Sue, his friend slash girlfriend, every week too. Sue was her only ally in finding out the truth on how well her Dad truly was.

She smiled as she thought of Sue. While Charlie had always remained steadfast in not allowing his Daughter full insight into his private life, she had known there was slightly more than just a blossoming friendship between the two. Even Sue's two children, Leah and Seth, whom she also spoke to intermittently, acknowledged the romance between their parents. It was only last year that he finally announced to her, that he was dating Sue. She never asked how long it had been going on, or the extent of his feelings for her. Instead she simply told him she was happy he had found someone, and that it was about time.

She wasn't sure why he had felt the need to keep the blossoming romance with Sue away from her. It wasn't like he was a serial dater. In fact, growing up, she had never known him to go on a date, he barely even went out drinking with his work buddies, determined to spend as much time at home as possible, trying to make up she presumed for her Mothers lack of presence. Though this never stopped him having his regular fishing trips with Billy and the late Harry.

"Bella, when you've..." Jane's voice startled her.

Bella quickly wiped the tears from her face, but she knew Jane had caught her in her moment of fragility.

"Are you ok?" Clearly she wasn't, but Jane had never been any good at dealing with overly emotional people or situations.

"Oh um, yeah. I'll be fine. It's just a bad day. Silly really." Bella stuttered back, not wanting to draw more attention to her weakness, than had been already.

"Oh, ok, well why don't you head to the bathroom before everyone gets back from lunch." was Jane's response.

Without another word, Bella got to her feet and scurried off to the bathroom as Jane had suggested. The last thing she needed was everyone in the office seeing her blotchy face, and know she had been crying. She could cope with Angela knowing, but everyone else would only ask questions that she really didn't need or want to answer right now.

Standing over the sink, staring at her blood shot eyes, and tear stained face, she began to wish she hadn't come into to work today. A day hid under the duvet, where she could safely cry her eyes out without fear of questioning looks, or pitying glances, right now sounded much better, than being here, surrounded by people with their stupid fickle little problems, whilst pretending that she gave a damn.

Before she could wash away the mascara stains that ran down her cheeks, the bathroom door pushed open slightly, revealing the worried face of Angela. Without a word, she stepped fully into the room, locking the door securely behind her, before wrapping her arms tightly around her friend, no explanations needed. With just this simple gesture, Bella once again broke down in tears.

The two friends didn't emerge for another half an hour, and though a few people around the office looked at them suspiciously, they soon turned their glances away when Angela gave them a warning scowl. She would not allow anyone to upset her, today especially.

She hated that she had, had a fully fledged emotional break down. All she had wanted, was to get through the day, keeping up the façade that everything was fine, before returning home and wallowing in her own pity. But no, she couldn't even manage to do that. She liked to think it was the phone call to her Dad, that had set her off, but if she was truthful, it was most likely the raw emotions of the day alone that had continued to pile up on her badly constructed dam.

Thankfully she made it through the rest of her working day without further breakdowns, though this was due in part to the fact she barely looked at Angela and tried her hardest to concentrate on her work. She declined Angela's offer to go for dinner with herself and Ben. The last thing Bella needed was to spoil their evening with her depressing mood.

Choosing to walk, rather than catch a cab, she set off down the main road, glancing occasionally into the store windows. Having never been one for shopping, she couldn't help but admit some of the items were rather pretty, and most of them far from her price range. But as she always said, it didn't cost to look.

She wasn't sure what caused the urge, but the moment she saw the bar across the street, the thought of a strong drink to drown her sorrows in, somehow became a very good idea. It wasn't a particularly up scale bar, definitely not a cocktail bar, but not quite a sports bars either, though it was more like the latter than the former.

"That's six fifty." The bar tender told her, as he placed her two drinks in front of her.

"Keep the shots coming." She replied as she placed a twenty dollar bill on the bar.

After slamming her third shot back, the bar tender filled her up once more. She was already onto her second beer, and was basking in the buzz the alcohol was giving her.

"Ah, a woman after my own heart." A rough masculine voice boomed from a few stools down.

She looked up at the owner of the voice to see a huge hulk of man. He was about six foot plus, broad shouldered, dark hair shaved close to his head, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. What caught her attention though was the big smile, and the small dimples on either side of his mouth. Such a cheeky, boyish smile, but it suited him well.

"I aim to please." She replied, holding her beer up in a silent toast to him.

"Hey Alec, another round here". His voice boomed across the bar, as he sided up beside her. "On me." He flashed her the cheeky smile again.

"Oh no, that's really not..." she began to argue.

"It's fine, my friend owns the bar, free drinks for us both." His smile got unbelievably wider and cheekier, if that was at all possible.

She barely paid attention when the bartender, she now knew as Alec placed their drinks down in front of them, and answered her drinking partners query as to whether he had seen his Brother. The answer seemed to be a negative one, though you wouldn't have thought so by the big bears response, as he announced that she was more fun than him anyway.

"So not that I'm trying to pick you up, because I am... after all." He told her, wiggling his wedding finger at her, where a solid white gold band sat. "That and the fact that if I was, we'd already be half way to your place by now," He laughed loudly.

"You think so do you?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him, though she couldn't help her smile. "Think a lot of yourself there don't ya bear?"

"The names Emmett, and yes, yes I do. But wouldn't you if you had a body this smokin'?"

She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. She wanted to thank whatever deity that had brought him to her tonight. He was just what she needed. The fact that he didn't even know her, but he was comfortable enough with himself to be able to make jokes at his own expense in front of her. She had never met anyone like him.

"I'm Bella." She offered him, after their laughter calmed. "Thank you." She added.

"What for?" He asked genuinely.

"For making me smile, laugh, and oh just for five minutes forgetting my woes." Even as she said it, she couldn't help but returning his smile. It truly was infectious.

The next half an hour was filled with Emmett continually cracking jokes, and tried his hardest to keep the smile on her face, most at his expense. It was only when she asked him what he was doing in the bar, when he could be at home with his wife, that his smile faltered, though only slightly, before he seemed to force the smile to stay in place.

"Er, I came to have a few drinks with my Brother, who seems to have turned into the invisible man, you know drown my sorrows... try to forget my woes." He directed the last part at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

"It's fine. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger right?"

"So they say." But truth be known, she wasn't sure any more. "So I know you barely know me, but I have a perfectly good pair of ears." She offered. It was the least she could do, the man had been getting her free drinks all evening.

"It's fine, nothing that won't sort itself out eventually. Besides, sounds like you have your own troubles." It wasn't quite an invitation for her to tell him, but she could tell the offer was there, if she chose to accept it.

"You know what they say, a problem shared is a problem solved." She responded as lightly as she could, trying to take the attention away from herself.

"I... Er... Well, it's nothing major I suppose". He stumbled, clearly uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to force you to tell me. If you'd rather not, that's ok."

"Ugh. You know when you meet the girl of your dreams... or boy in your case." Emmett started to explain. "Oh wait no, shit. Sorry I didn't mean to assume you."

"It's fine, it's ok. Definitely boy in my case." She told him with a smile.

"You know how some people are just meant to be something in life?" He struggled to explain again. "My Rosie, she... ah well she was made to do the one thing, that I can't give her." He finally blurted out, though quite cryptically.

She thought she knew what he was talking about, though she wasn't one hundred percent sure, and by no means was she willing to assume. Her face must have shown her confusion as he began trying to explain further.

"We've been married for three years now, though we've been together for seven, since we were barely eighteen. Rosie, well she's the most perfect woman I've ever met, excluding my Mom of course and your good self." He smiled slyly at her. "I mean she's beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, knows more about cars that the average male. She's every guys dream, and she picked me." He sounded somehow surprised, yet grateful. "She's given me so much, it kills me, that I can't give her the one thing she was put on this Earth to do".

The cheerful Emmett of a mere fifteen minutes ago was nowhere insight. Instead a melancholy Emmett had taken his place. It was an odd transformation really. It didn't suit him, almost like this mood was a pair of pants that didn't fit him.

"We've been trying for a baby for so long, and it just never happened. So after a while, we went, you know to do all the routine check-ups, and as it turns out, we can't have 'em." He sounded so broken.

"Oh Emmett I'm so sorry." Was all she could say, and even then she felt it wasn't enough. "Have you... Have you tried any treatments?"

"Oh yeah, we've had them all. Nothings worked. We did our last one today, but the Doctors aren't hopeful."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you."

"I think we'll need more than that B." He chuckled, though she could tell it was forced.

"Look, I know it's not my place to say this. But please don't let this tear you and your wife apart." He looked at her incredulously, as though the thought had never crossed his mind. "There are always other options. I know... I know it's not the same thing, but the end result is."

"Oh yeah, and what are these options?"

"Well... er... surrogacy."

"Surrogacy?"

"Yeah, I mean obviously, I don't know whether it is an option for you, but basically it's your child, you just have someone else to carry it." She told him. "Then there's adoption, fostering. I know they technically wouldn't be yours by blood, but being the biological parent of a child doesn't make you a parent, that just makes you a donor."

"Are you a Doctor or something? How'd you know so much about this kinda stuff?" For the first time since mentioning his problems, he looked as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Oh um no. I just... I um do some voluntary work for 'Bridges to Babies', it's an organisation that helps couples like yourself. If you search it on the web, you can email or call and get more information. Set up meetings with the Doctors on the program who'll talk you through the process and stuff like that. It might be worth a shot."

"You know what Bella, you are a diamond in the rough girl. I'm going home right now to tell Rosie. She was so down earlier that we were running out of options." He told her, as he stood from his stool.

"Listen, Emmett. I really hope this works out for you. But remember don't let the problem come between you and your partner. There is always other options out there." She couldn't help but warn.

"Thank you Bella." He leant forward and kissed her cheek. "Alec, free drinks for the rest of the night!" He shouted down the bar, as he pointed to her.

She watched him leave, a new bounce to his long stride. In turn of helping him with his problem, she felt as though a tiny bit of weight had been lifted from her own shoulders. For the last hour as she had been talking with him, she had allowed herself to forget her own issues. It was nice to be able to focus on something other than herself for a while.

She had somewhat sobered up as she had been speaking with Emmett. Though it was hardly surprising considering how serious their conversation had become. She glanced at her watch, seeing that it was getting late, she decided to have one last drink, before she left.

Without even having to get Alec's attention, she looked up to see he had already placed another beer and shot in front of her, stepping away with a wink and a nod. She downed the shot, scrunching her face up in the bitter taste, before slamming the shot glass back on the bar in front of her.

She was half way down her bottle of beer, when she noticed a head of coppery, brown hair approach the bar, gesturing for Alec. Through her alcohol induced haze, she couldn't help but check him out. He a slight build, clearly muscular, though in nowhere as bulky as Emmett had been. His black pants hugged his shapely bottom, secured at his waist by a black belt. He wore a pale blue dress shirt, the top two buttons of the collar open, showing the beginnings of his well defined chest. He looked as though he had just stepped out of the GQ magazine.

She surreptitiously watched the two men converse, as she drank slowly from her bottle. She had the perfect view of Mr. GQ and she was going to enjoy it while she could. Taking her last few gulps of beer, she watched as he took the beer Alec had offered, and turned to face her, giving her what can only be described as a panty dropping smile.

And just to top her more than horrendous day off, instead of being a normal person and giving him an equally dazzling smile in return, she inhaled the mouthful of beer, and began coughing and spluttering. What a great impression that was.

"Are you ok?" The most smoothest, sexiest voice she ever heard, asked as a gentle hand tapped her back.

Her immediate thoughts were she had died of inhaling beer, and had been lucky enough to end up in heaven, with their own version of the perfect Adonis.

"Miss?" The voice questioned again.

"Yes... um... thank you." She stuttered between coughs.

"Can I get you another drink?"

She stared at him, not quite believing this perfect specimen of a man was currently perched on a stool beside her, offering to buy her a drink. She very nearly spun in her chair to look for any candid camera. It was unheard of, for someone as handsome as he, to even register that she was in their vicinity let alone utter a single word to her.

She shot back to reality when he cleared his throat, obviously awaiting her answer. Just the clearing of his throat sent her into another daze, having his Adams apple bobbing, which in turn lead her line of sight to his strong jaw. It wasn't wide, but had the chiselled look to it, the five o'clock shadow making his sex appeal reach yet another level. He had the most kissable lips she had ever seen, such a pale shade of pink. His nose slightly crooked, but it suited him. Then his eyes, they literally took her breath. It was like staring in to two perfectly round emeralds. Never before had she seen eyes so green.

"Miss! Are you sure you're ok?"

"Oh, yes sorry. I just had an errant thought." She excused herself. "I was just actually about to... you know what, I think I will have that drink with you, Mr..."

"Edward." He offered.

"Thank you Mr. Edward, I will have the same again."

"No, no, it's just Edward. No Mr. Just Edward." He smiled at her, clearly suppressing a laugh.

"Ah, well Just Edward, I am Bella." She thrust her hand toward him, though in her drunken state she hadn't factored in his closeness, and ended up jabbing him in the stomach.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, the moment her hand hit his stomach, though she was fairly certain that she hadn't hit him too hard, but clearly hard enough for him to expel the air from his lungs, and lurch forward, bending at the waist.

She was beyond mortified at her inability to be a graceful drunk. Not that she was graceful sober, but still. Clearly her mind had detached itself from her body, allowing it to do such stupid things.

She apologized profusely to him, as she began sliding out of her stool to step closer to him, wanting to help in any way, though even she could tell she would be of no use. Thankfully he recovered quickly, trying to laugh her unfortunate movement off, before calling to Alec for another round.

Over the course of the following hour, four rounds of shots and beers later, there was a palpable spark between them. After the initial awkwardness, conversation had flowed easily between the two, almost as though they had known each other years, not a mere hour.

She had told him more about herself in the short amount of time, than she had told most of her work colleagues. However she had omitted to speak of the reason she had ended up in the bar in the first place. Even her closest work colleagues had, had no idea what today had meant to her, and she planned to keep it that way.

"Do... wanna dansh?" She slurred.

Without vocalising his answer, Edward grabbed her hand, and dragged her from her bar stool, to the non existent dance floor. Neither sober enough to dance appropriately to the music playing, but since they were some of the last few patrons, not many people were coherent enough to pay much attention, and they too probably wouldn't notice their lack of keeping time with the music.

"Just Edward?"

"Bella?" He returned.

"Shh, I have a secret." She whispered loudly. "Did you know... you... you are pwetty."

"I know right!" He chuckled in response. "But you wanna know somethin', you, you're B E A Utiful." He spelt out for her.

Hearing him call her beautiful, regardless of the fact he was nearly as drunk as her, was a somewhat sobering moment for her. No-one had ever called her beautiful before. She had stopped dancing, and was looking at him intently, trying to work out whether he really meant it.

Having noticed her lack of movement, Edward stopped dancing and returned her gaze. Her brow was creased in confusion, and she tugged her bottom lip nervously between her teeth. Edwards eyes seemed to darken as his focus zeroed in on her lips, which in turn made her tease her lip further. She began worrying when his gaze didn't seem to falter, no-one had ever looked at her the way he currently was. His eye were smouldering but his jaw as tense, almost as though in was subconsciously forcing himself not to say or do something.

She opened her mouth to say something, though she wasn't even sure herself what it was that she was going to say, when he dove forward, capturing her lips against his own in a searing kiss.

Their lips moved almost in sync with each other, going from teasing to caressing and back again. Their tongues moulding together, then fighting for dominance. Though the kiss was mind blowing, she was more than aware that her panties were getting wetter by the second, and the hard bulge that was now pressing against her hip was not helping her predicament any.

He clearly knew what he was doing to her, when he pulled away just enough to look at her, a small smirk grazing his lips, before kissing her softly, before moving to lick and nibble down her jaw, neck and then her shoulder, the whole time grinding his hardness into her. Her body was on fire with need, with desire, and he, he was only making it worse.

For all the drinking she had done, she suddenly felt extremely sober, recognising that their current position in the bar, and their actions were far from appropriate. If she allowed it to go much further, she could not and would not be held responsible for her actions, which ultimately be giving the few remaining patrons a live porn show.

"People are watching." She whispered breathlessly.

Immediately he pulled away, looking at her with hooded eyes. The desire burning in his emerald orbs as clear as day. He nodded toward the door, clearly trying to communicate with her that it was time to leave. She had barely had time to nod and grab her bag when he grasped her hand tightly in his own, striding straight for the door, dragging her behind.

Outside he wasted no time in hailing a cab, politely opening the door and allowing her to get in first, never once letting go of her hand. It was only when the cab driver asked for their destination did they both look at each other sheepishly.

One night stands had never been her thing. In fact this was the first time she was ever going home with someone after only just meeting them. That wasn't to say though that she wasn't experienced, but she had only ever slept with two people her whole life, both she had dated for at least a month before taking that step. This was different though, she knew she wanted this. There was an unexplainable pull between them, and hell when they touched, the spark, it was like someone was zapping her with an electric current.

Before either of them could back out, she quickly gave her address, not daring to look at him for fear that he was changing his mind.

"You really are beautiful." He whispered as he lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger.

He slowly leant in and sensually brushed her lips with his own. The need from earlier was still unmistakable, but the urgency had changed to tenderness. His hand rested on her thigh, his thumb stroking gentle circles, which did nothing but turn her on even more. She was so close to just climbing in his lap and doing it right there in the back of the cab.

They were both so lost in each others touch, neither noticed their arrival at the chosen destination. It was only when the cab driver cleared his throat and barked out the fare that they pulled away only mildly embarrassed. Edward threw a note at him before exiting the car, pulled her along with him. From there on, she lead the way into the building and toward the seven flights of stairs.

She was a little embarrassed about the condition of the building. It was in desperate need of some attention, attention she knew it would never receive considering she could never find the superintendent, who she was sure she had never seen sober. She just hoped Edward wasn't too put off by the hallways, as she liked to think her apartment was nowhere near a reflection of them.

Quickly she ran through her mind each of the rooms in the small apartment, trying to remember if she had left any undesirables on display. That thought for no apparent reason lead to her trying to think which underwear she had on. Clearly Edward was going to be seeing them and the last thing she wanted or needed was to be wearing some very un-sexy underwear. Wracking her mind, and still coming up blank, she began to worry. She wanted this with him and the idea that her panties would put him off was unthinkable.

Finally they made it up the seven flights, both pairs of hands never leaving the others body the whole way up. Edward stood behind her as she fumbled to unlock the door, he was far from helping when his hands were constantly drifting, leaving her wanting more, much, much more. Most of his touches were innocent, though leaving more than enough to the imagination of what he was going to do once they were behind closed doors.

When she finally managed to unlock the door, they stepped in quickly, closing the door as Edward backed her up into it. His eyes were dark with desire, his hands roaming to her thighs, lifting and pressing her into the door as his lips hungrily found hers. He ground into her, letting her know exactly what she was doing to him.

She couldn't help the nagging thought though of what undergarments she was wearing. She wanted nothing to ruin this. Deciding she needed to check, and maybe even change into her sexiest underwear, she slowly began pulling away from him. When she finally pulled away all together, he looked at her confused and slightly worried. She smiled at him, placing one final kiss to his now swollen lips.

"I'll be one second." She whispered huskily to him, before extricating herself from his embrace and dashing toward her room.

Whipping her pants and blouse from her body as she ran across her bedroom to her underwear draw, which she rifled through before pulling out her best pair of black lace boy shorts and matching bra. As fast as she could, she made the change, hoping Edward would appreciate them and her more for it. Just as she was deciding whether to walk back out to him in just her underwear or redress, she heard the slamming of her door.

She knew what that noise meant, but she didn't want to believe it. Forgoing her clothes she headed back into the main living area hoping to find Edward leant somewhere. The reality only disappointed her. There was on sign of him.

Flopping down on the sofa, pulling the blanket that was draped over the back of it, around herself, she let the first of her tears fall. She wasn't sure why she didn't expect it to happen, it was the perfect ending to a completely shitty day. In all honesty she had been surprised he had even wasted a breath in talking to her, she knew as did anyone that had looked at them together, that he was so far out of her league it was unreal.

He had clearly had a sobering thought as she had run toward her room. He knew as well as she, that they didn't belong together. He could get any woman he wanted, he was Mr. GQ while she was the little mousey girl next door, or orphan Annie, except for the orphan part

She should probably thank him, he probably saved her from a lot of heartache come morning.

With a sigh she got to her feet, and ambled back toward her room, checking the door was locked on her way past. She just wanted to sleep the rest of her bad day away, and as Annie used to say 'the sun'll come out tomorrow', she could only hope.

Phew, that has to be the longest chapter I have EVER wrote. I am actually a little bit proud of it, so I hope you all enjoyed it, please review for me, I really would appreciate it :D