A/N: Okay, I so got the idea for this series when someone reviewed one of my lemon oneshots called Funny Little Feeling (which you SHOULD totally go read and review after this) asking if I could make it a series. Well, I'm pretty sure that Funny Little Feeling will stay an oneshot, but this will definitely be a lemony series. The jist is, Edward and Bella dress up for each to shake up their sex life. Feel free to PM me with any suggestions or ideas you have for 'costumes' and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy! And please review! I've finally discovered what Daddy's Little Cannibal (who is like the shiz in lemony series) meant when she said she was a review whore…
Chapter 1: Good Cop, Bad Cop, Sexy Cop, Naughty Cop…
"Alice, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Bella, of course I am. And why are you asking me? This was your idea in the first place."
I hesitated. That was true, but having an idea and actually going through with it were completely different. I had ideas. Alice made them happen.
"I just can't believe you're actually helping your brother get laid," I marveled as she dusted powder over my face. "Don't you find that kind of strange?"
"Bella, please," she replied slightly exasperated as she put the powder brush down and traded it for an eye pencil. "You have no idea how much easier it is to live with Edward now that he's finally getting some."
I couldn't help but laugh and blush a little. Though Edward giving in to premarital sex was the best thing to ever happen, talking about it was still the most awkward thing, even with Alice.
"Really?" I inquired as my cheeks burned faintly.
"Oh yeah, he's just so—" Alice paused for a moment as she drew a black streak over my lash line. "—so much more easygoing lately. It's like you two doing it finally removed the stick that's been up in his ass for the past 90 or so years."
"Alice!" I exclaimed embarrassed. It always amazed me how siblings interacted and spoke of each other, and even if the Cullens were vampires, they were no exception.
"What? It's true. You know what I heard him doing yesterday?" she asked me as she finished lining my other eye.
"Ugh, I don't want to know…" I cringed. How could my Edward, the perfect gentleman, really do that? I guess it was like he said; he was not a human, but he was still a man.
"No silly, he doesn't do that anymore. He was whistling. Whistling! Edward, Mr. Let's Be Serious All The Time was whistling!" Alice told me with such surprise and enthusiasm that it almost sounded like she was singing.
A smile spread across my face at the thought of it. Alice was right, there had been a difference in Edward's overall disposition since we…did it. I was overjoyed that I could have an effect like that on Edward, that I could make him just as happy as he made me. Plus, it was sort of empowering to know that I actually had some influence over him, since he was always the one in control. Yet hopefully today, he'd let me be in charge for a change.
Alice finished with swiping gloss over my lips and then proclaimed proudly, "DONE!"
"Already?" I inquired, baffled at how quickly she could transform me from plain-jane to just short of a bombshell.
She nodded her head. "Mmhmm, go check it out. I think you're going to like the way you look, I know Edward will."
I took a deep breath and crossed from my bedroom to the bathroom. This time Alice was kind enough to make her own personal salon portable and venture over to my house to make me up. Once I entered the tiny cubicle, I gasped. Was that really me? Alice had absolutely outdone herself. She'd blown my hair out so it actually had volume and life to it rather than its usual flat and stringy look. My make up consisted of heavy, dark, and smoky eyeshadow, liner, and mascara paired with rouge on my lips and to top it off, some powder to even out my face accompanied by a touch of blush on the apples of my cheeks.
"What do you think?" called Alice from my bedroom.
"You already know what I think," I called back.
"But it's more fun when I get to experience it in reality!" she pleaded.
Succumbing to her request, I returned back into my bedroom. "It's perfect, Alice. I'm starting to think I can actually pull this off."
Her topaz eyes rolled in annoyance. "Jeez, Bella, you will pull this off! I would know if you didn't. Do you really think I would go through all this trouble just for you to make a fool out of yourself?"
"Well…"
She gasped in offense, "I'm insulted! Who do you think I am, Emmett?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry Alice, it's just…I'm nervous." I confessed.
"Don't be," Alice assured me, snapping right back into her naturally energetic persona. "Charlie won't be home until dinnertime. And even if you and Edward aren't finished, I can always stall for you."
"Thanks, Alice," I smiled although I was still uneasy about this whole thing.
Alice clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's get you dressed."
I gulped, bracing myself for the skimpy outfit I was going to be squeezed into.
Fifteen minutes later, instead of jeans and a button down tee, I was sporting a dark blue, inhumanely tight, not to mention so short my butt wasn't completely covered, minidress. The dress was so tight that I couldn't wear a bra, besides there was no need to, the dress had already pushed up my breasts to make me look like I actually had some. Over my right breast was a fake silver badge and around my waist hung a black belt with some play handcuffs and an empty gun holster (Alice didn't trust me with Charlie's actual one, and to be honest, neither did I). Then there were the shoes, sorry, I mean the knee high black stiletto boots with buckles up the sides. How I was supposed to merely stand, I didn't have a clue. (pic on profile)
"Perfect!" Alice squealed once I was dressed.
"Perfect?" I repeated her exclamation as a question, "Alice, how am I going to move in this?"
"Suck in, take baby steps, and think of what Edward's face is going to look like when he sees you like this." She offered, but it sounded more like an order.
"Can I see it with the hat?" inquired Alice as she began to bounce up and down a little.
"No," I replied adamantly.
"Come on!" she whined. "I bought the costume for you—"
"Hey, don't go there! I offered to pay for it!" I cut in.
"I know," Alice muttered, "but how else would I make you put on the hat?"
"Ugh, fine!" I snapped, snatching the hat off my bed and hastily placing it on my head. "See!"
"You look so cute," she cooed.
"Just cute?" I demanded frustrated that was the best I could do, cute.
"Cute in a sexy way," Alice caught herself.
I rolled my eyes and flung the hat off my head. Alice grabbed it in midair effortlessly.
"Bella, insecurity isn't sexy," she chided returning the hat to me.
I inhaled deeply to calm myself down.
"There we go," Alice said as she held out a beige trench coat for me to put on.
"Wait, I have to wear that too?"
"Of course you do," she confirmed. "You can't drive around Forks in just that."
"Well yeah, but I thought I could just wear one of my jackets," I tried to reason with her. She was having more fun with this than I was.
"You are such a rookie at this," Alice told me. "Trust me, Bella."
Surrendering again, I slipped my arms through the sleeves of the coat, buttoned it up, and tied the sash around my waist. Now I looked more like a private investigator than a cop.
I started to inch toward the door but Alice swept me up in her arms and flew down the stairs before I could object. We were in front of the cruiser in a fraction of a second.
Today Charlie was out on a fishing trip with Billy Black. Billy picked him up early this morning and according to Alice, he wouldn't be back until this evening, which meant the cruiser was sitting in the driveway unoccupied. Normally, if I was seen driving the cruiser, someone would immediately think something was up. But, this time I had an excuse. Recently my beloved truck had finally retired and the car that Edward insisted on buying for me hadn't arrived from Italy yet, or was it Belgium? Wait, maybe Germany?
It wasn't until Alice and I were standing outside of it when the guilt washed over me. I was stealing my father's police car to do something kinky with my boyfriend. Thank goodness I would never die, because after this, I wasn't sure where I'd end up if I did.
"Well, are you going to stare at it all day or get in?" Alice pressed after a few moments of silence. "You're going to miss Edward if you don't."
I let out a big breath, "Okay, I might as well get this over with."
She handed me the keys and I slid into the driver's seat. God, I was actually doing this! And though the majority of my body was shaking from nerves, there was a small part that was trembling from excitement. My quivering fingers put the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life.
As I was putting the gear into drive, Alice tapped on the window frantically and cried through the glass, "Wait! I almost forgot!"
I cocked my head in confusion at first, but then she produced a pair of aviator sunglasses. I should have known. If one was to look up detail-oriented in the dictionary, Alice's name would be there somewhere. Then again, I was glad to have the sunglasses to disguise me somewhat, so I happily rolled the down the window and took them.
"He'll be at the intersection of the one-oh-one and A street in town in fifteen minutes or so. You can pick him up from there. Call me if you have any problems." Alice instructed.
"Thanks again for all of this," I told her gratefully, placing the sunglasses on and taking off my hat, putting it on the seat next to me.
"You're welcome, Bella. It was fun! Good luck!" she chirped as I pulled out of the driveway.
"I'm going to need it!" I shouted back to her.
I watched her disappear in the rearview mirror. This was it, I was alone. The silence I experienced during my drive into town was almost too much to stand. All I could do was doubt and second guess myself, eventually falling into playing the 'What If' game. What if he drives too fast and I can't keep up? What if he won't pull over? What if he doesn't like my outfit?
I'd reached the intersection a few minutes early due to the light traffic. The town of Forks was even more desolate then usual. Not a single car was on the streets and not a single person was on the sidewalks. I pulled into a nearly empty parking lot behind the Forks Coffee Shop to wait and watch for a certain shiny grey Volvo to speed by.
Edward was right on time. At exactly fifteen minutes later than Alice had told me, his car sped into, and then out of view in the blink of an eye. I worried that the act of pulling out of the parking lot and turning the corner would take too long and I would loose him. Thankfully, I could still see the back of his car when I had pulled onto the 101. Originally I had figured that going 60 miles per hour or so while I followed him would do the trick. Boy, was I wrong. Even at 65 mph, the trunk of the Volvo was way away in the distance. Stupid vampires, why did they have to drive so damn fast?
My boyfriend's, ugh well technically fiancé's, manic driving methods forced me to do something I've never done before at such an excessive amount. Speed. My foot put more pressure on the gas petal and the speedometer's dial went from 65 to 70, 70 to 75, 75 to 80, 80 to 85—I still hadn't gained much on him—85 to 90, 90 to 95…
It was only when I was driving at 130 miles per hour that the Volvo was considerably close to the cruiser. My back was straight against the drivers seat and my arms were extended to reach the steering wheel, I resembled an astronaut during lift off. I had to admit, although I was scared out of mind, driving this fast was one of the most exhilarating feelings I'd ever experienced. My breathing was a little ragged and an elated smile stretched across my face. Now I finally understood why the Cullens had a need for speed.
My newfound adrenaline rush encouraged me to go even faster. Soon I'd made the transition from simply following Edward to tailgating him. I switched on the sirens as well to show that I meant business. And then I saw him, well just his stunning caramel eyes, looking at me in his rearview mirror. It was as though my heart stopped, his stare was so intense that I could barely breathe. Did he recognize me? Surely he could make out my scent taking into account that I was so close to him. Edward's staring didn't relent, and neither did his driving. Maybe he really didn't know it was me, or he just playing hard to get. Personally, my money was on the whole hard to get theory.
After what seemed like an eternity, the Volvo finally swerved onto the shoulder of the road. This patch of highway was deep in the forest; each side of the pavement was flanked with a wall of tall, majestic, and dense trees. I skidded to a stop, forgetting just how fast I was going, and nearly rear ended Edward's car.
Crap. Now I had to get out and be all cop-like. I hadn't given this part of scenario much thought, since I'd hoped it would just come to me in the moment. Much to my disadvantage, my mind was pretty much a blank. Great.
I had to get out of the car sometime though. I shed my trench coat and positioned the cap on top of my hair. I inhaled and exhaled so deeply, it sounded like I was doing some sort of birthing exercise. Unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door, I swung my black leather covered calves to the side to climb out. By some miracle, I could stand, but not without wobbling a little. Slowly, very slowly I made my way to the Volvo. I tried to sway my hips a little as I walked, praying that if I did, he might think I was being sexy instead of avoiding of falling. I really hoped I didn't fall. That would really kill the moment.
Apparently the fates were with me today, because I reached the driver's door of the Volvo without stumbling. His window was already rolled down. The second I saw him my body temperature sky rocketed. Oh my God, I was really doing this. Edward looked as striking as ever behind the wheel.
"Is there a problem officer?" His velvet voice asked me suavely. Protected by the lenses of my sunglasses, I followed his line of sight as he looked me up and down, and then back up again, his gaze resting on my face.
Edward was dazzling me and he knew it. Speaking became increasingly harder when he smiled my favorite crooked smile. No wonder the Cullens never got speeding tickets.
"License and registration," was all my brain could produce. I silently thanked Alice for the aviators, so my dazed reaction was hidden, well to some extent at least.
"Of course," he chuckled, reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve what I'd asked him for. As he did, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around. As hard I knew this would be, I had to stay strong. There wasn't going to be any Good Cop, Bad Cop, only Bad Cop from here on out.
"For you officer," Edward crooned handing me his license and his registration papers. Ugh, of course the picture on his license looked like a model's. Mine on the other hand, was more similar to a drunken mug shot.
"Thank you," I replied, giving him back his papers. It was time to get down to business. "Are you aware of how fast you were driving back there," I glanced down at his license before passing it back to him, "Mr. Cullen?"
"How fast was I going, officer?" he inquired, leaning on the base of the window, gazing at me with his entrancing eyes. I noticed that they'd darkened significantly since I saw them in his rearview mirror earlier.
"Only 90 miles over the speed limit," I responded as-a-matter-of-factly.
"I was?" Edward questioned, expertly feigning astonishment, "Well, my deepest apologies, officer. In my defense, I was racing to see my beautiful fiancée. Perhaps you know her, she's Chief Swan's daughter."
Nice try, but I wasn't going to let Edward get to me. Even if the black t-shirt he was wearing clung to his defined torso perfectly…
"I'm afraid I don't," I answered, resting my hands on my hips, aiming to seem unimpressed. "Though, I'm sure that Chief Swan will be extremely disappointed to hear what his daughter's future—" I winced before I said the word "—husband was being so reckless."
"Oh, if he only knew," he muttered, his voice sounding so seductive I was beginning to feel a little dizzy.
I snapped myself back into character and demanded, "What are you talking about Mr. Cullen?"
"I have the tendency to be reckless," Edward informed me, his voice smoother than silk. His dazzling effects were getting to me, I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. So in lieu of struggling to keep myself from giving in to Edward's seducing ways, I decided to turn the tables.
"Mr. Cullen, have you been drinking?" I questioned, nearly yelling at him, as I folded my arms across my chest.
Instantly, his gaze dropped approximately six inches below my face. I noticed that his mouth hung open the tiniest bit as he ogled my chest.
"Huh?" was his response. It required an immense labor to fight back the victorious smile I wanted to grin for causing such a reaction, or lack thereof, from Edward. Maybe being in control was more fun than I thought.
"Get out of the car," I commanded, pretending to be frustrated by his behavior when in fact, it turned me on like crazy.
Edward studied me intently for a moment to see if I was serious or not. Though my eyes were concealed, I made sure my lips were a straight line so he would pick up on my sincerity. This sincerity was hard to retain when he stepped out of the car since his bulge was so large that his pants could bust at any second. I bit down on my lower lip in an effort to contain myself.
"Uh…" I was lost for words at a second, lowering my sunglasses down my nose to get a better glance at his arousal and then returned them back on the bridge of nose.
"Is there a problem, officer?" Edward asked, seeming concerned, yet still trying to play along. He probably thought I was going to faint, which at this point, wouldn't totally be out of the question.
"Not with me," I replied absentmindedly as I continued to stare at his crotch. I cleared my throat, blinked a couple times, and attempted to keep going. But my carnal instincts were taking over—
"You. Against the car. Spread 'em." I ordered as my breathing picked up.
"Whatever you say," he agreed, facing and then setting his hands on the side of the Volvo with his legs shoulder-width apart.
I practically launched myself at Edward, so eager to finally touch him that of course I tripped in the process, thanks to the ungodly height of my boots. In order to break my fall, I threw my hands out and they ended up on his bottom.
"What exactly are you checking for, officer?" Edward asked chuckling, a bit astonished.
Thank God he couldn't see how incredibly red my face was at the moment. "Drugs" was the first thing that came to mind and I quickly straightened up and removed my hands. And with that mortifying start, I 'searched' him. I began at his broad shoulders, running my hands over then and then down his back and up his sculpted chest under his shirt, going at an excruciatingly slow pace. I knew it was selfish, but I couldn't get enough of how Edward's cold, solid muscles tensed whenever I touched them. Next I went for his lower body. My hands slid back down his defined torso and I shoved each of my hands into one of his front pockets.
"Christ, Bella," he gasped in the close proximity of my hands to his…package.
"That's officer to you," I whispered in his ear, withdrawing my hands. Now I placed them on his hips and dragged them down the sides of his legs and then moving up inside of them, stopping right where that special spot was.
That was all Edward could take. In one swift movement, his large, cool, strong hands grasped mine and he proceeded the pull my through his legs like an old-fashioned swing-dancing move and lift me up so I was standing, pinned between him and the Volvo.
We both watched each other for a few seconds as I labored to recollect my breath form Edward's last move. He was staring at me hungrily, his eyes black with desire.
"Mmm…Mr….Mr. Cullen!" I stammered. "Speeding and inappropriate behavior? I think I need to take you downtown. "
That sounded much less cheesy in my head. Edward didn't seem to have any objections though. He only smiled mischievously and said, "My fiancée will be angry if I'm late."
"Oh, I think she'll survive," I assured him, taking the pair of play handcuffs off of my belt and clasping them around his wrists. Edward in handcuffs, and as if my panties weren't already soaked. Sure, he could break them with the greatest of ease, but it was just the concept. I had become so hot that I was starting to break a sweat.
"After you," I directed, gesturing for him to go ahead of me. Edward did as he was told and I followed, concentrating very hard on keeping my balancing as we made the short walk to the cruiser. I got ahead and opened the door for him to get in. He slid into the backseat, and I leaned over him as I went to buckle him in, giving him a face-to-chest view.
"Actually, officer," he said, holding up his hands so I couldn't fasten his seatbelt. "I think I have to be unbuckled."
"Do you?"I questioned casually.
"Very much so," he responded, pulling his hands apart so the chain of handcuffs broke. Once his hands were unrestricted, he grabbed my hips and pulled me inside so I was straddling his lap. I tried in vain the stifle the moan that escaped me when I felt his erection pushing into me.
"Mr. Cullen!" I exclaimed making believe I was violated, when I was quite the opposite. "What are you doing?"
"Call it insubordination," Edward told me, flinging off my aviators before forcefully pressing his lips against mine.
I moaned again at the contact. Oh, how long I'd waited to at last be able to kiss him. The release was intoxicating. Our lips moved against each other with passion and urgency as I flung my arms around Edward's neck to steady myself. His hands cupped my backside and simultaneously his tongue drove into my mouth, engaging my own tongue in some sort of twisting wrestling match. I could feel his hands snake up my stomach and chest and rest at zipper of my dress. He extracted his tongue from my mouth and placed his lips above where his hand was. Then he tugged down the zipper at an agonizingly lingering pace. His mouth followed the path of the zipper, kissing every bit of skin it revealed. I watched him, breathing heavily, as lips trailed down between my breasts, my stomach, and he halted at my naval.
He wouldn't let me remove the fabric off of my shoulders however.
"No," he whispered huskily, "Please just leave it on."
"Oh—okay," I acquiesced to his plea as his hands slipped underneath the fabric my dress and began to caress my breasts. My moaning only got louder when his icy tongue replaced his hands. "Eh-Edward…"
He didn't relent though until he'd thoroughly licked both of my breasts. By now I was wildly gasping for air. Edward was finished though, he flipped us around so my I was sitting in the backseat and Edward was in front of me, on the floor, on his as he slid my black lace panties down my legs and spread my thighs ."This isn't fair. I was supposed to be—"
He flicked his tongue over my opening.
"Never mind," I whimpered savoring the sensations he was creating within me.
"I thought so," Edward murmured against my most sensitive skin, sending delicious vibrations up my body. With just as much zeal as he had when licking my breasts, Edward darted his tongue in, out, and all over my core. I threw my arms out to either side of me, my palms resting on either car door, applying so much force I thought surely I would break my wrists.
"Oh…my God…Edward…I'm go—going to…I…I'm about to…" my voice trailed off as my body began to spasm.
"Say it, Bella." Edward commanded, his voice sounded dark.
"I'm about to cum," I nearly screamed as the earthquake that was my orgasm racked my body.
"Good girl," he purred before licking me clean. It felt so divine that I thought I could explode again.
Then Edward was a blur and next thing I knew I was on top of him, my legs now straddling his thighs. This was new. Usually Edward was always on top. I squinted my eyes at him, a bit puzzled.
"You said you wanted to be in charge," Edward reminded me. Oh, right. Wow, talk about breaking character.
"I know," I lied. He raised his eyebrows in amusement, but tightly closed them once I whipped off his shirt and freed him from his pants and boxers. After a few teasing strokes, I lowered my mouth down on him. Just breathing on his member made it harder. I was enjoying this power I had over him. Next I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft several times, hoping that I was teasing him as well he'd teased me. Apparently it was working. When I glimpsed up at his face, I saw that his eyes were still shut, yet they seemed strained, he was chewing the corner of his lip, and I could also see his fingers clutching the cushions of the seating so firmly the fabric was beginning to rip.
Ready to send him over the edge, I took all of him that could fit into my mouth and started to suck as I bobbed my head up and down. I twisted my hands around what didn't make it into my mouth.
"Bella," I heard him groan. "Please don't stop, love, please don't stop…"
He tightened in my mouth and from his groans I could tell he was about to release. Just to get back at him though, I slid my lips off of him. Edward sat up, rage written all over his face.
"What…What was that all—"
"It was your punishment for your 'insubordination'," I explained to him, a wicked grin spanning my lips.
"Why you little tease," he growled pulling me on top of him again and lowering me on top of him. A cry escaped me when he did and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Edward guided my hips up and down at a deliberate pace, due to his perpetual fear that he would hurt me, even though there'd been no injuries so far.
"You have no idea how I've been waiting to do this," Edward murmured into my ear smoothly. I moaned in reply, I was never much for talking dirty during sex. It wasn't like I didn't want to, it was just…what if I didn't know what to say? What if I did say something and it was embarrassing?
That's when I caught myself. I'd fallen into the "What If" game again. My recent boost in self-esteem had taken me this far, why not go all the way?
"You feel so good inside of me Edward…so big…" I whispered into his neck so I wouldn't have to make eye contact.
"How good? How big?" he encouraged. Now instead of only moving my hips, he thrusted his groin to meet mine. The feeling was unreal.
"So good and big that I want you to go faster, and harder," I told him, as I began to plant kisses on his neck in an endeavor to persuade him.
"But Bella—"
"Don't make me punish me punish you again," I threatened. Did I really say that out loud? Funny what a cop costume will do for your confidence.
"Well, I wouldn't want to get arrested would I?" replied Edward, actually complying with my supplication. Within no time he was driving into me at an increased force and speed. It was exactly how I wanted it, and instinctively my back arched craving more. My climax was bubbling up inside of me, ready to spill at any second.
"Oh my God, Edward, that…I can barely stand it anymore…you're driving me crazy Edward," I gasped as I was nearing explosion.
"Jesus, Bella, you don't even know what you're doing to me," he panted back, thrusting even harder.
"Well whatever it is, don't—"
I couldn't voice the rest of my thought as every single muscle in my body had contracted and let loose. I squeezed my eyes shut from the acute sensation that surged through me. The only forms of verbal communication I could produce were cries and shouts as the waves of passionate pleasure radiated all throughout my body from between my legs.
Edward peaked almost immediately after me. His whole body shook beneath me and he rested his head against the seat as his climax rocked his body. I bounced on top of him in order to send him over the edge entirely.
Silence filled the car with the exception of me gasping for breath. Never had I been so bold with Edward like this during sex. And now that the game was over, extreme humiliation swept over me. I darted my eyes away from Edward's angelic face, picking a spot on the floor of the car to gaze at. As my eyes fluttered down, they noticed something…
"You just had to break the handcuffs, didn't you?"
Edward broke out into laughter. There was something different about the way he laughed though, it wasn't out of amusement, no, it had a much more genuine sound to it, as if he truly found my remark comical. I dared to look back at up at him. His face was seemed to be illuminated by my attempt at a witty comment. It was impossible not to grin and chuckle along with him when an expression of such joy was on Edward's face.
"Well, they were extraordinarily restricting," he offered as an excuse, his hands tracing the contours of my figure.
"That was kind of the point," I pointed out as my eyelids drifted closed, enjoying the feeling of Edward's cools hands slither over my overheated flesh.
"I warned you," he breathed into my ear, his tone deep and velvety, "Sometimes I can't help but to be reckless."
A pleasured grin spread across my lips. "You're lucky you're good at it, or I'd lock you up for sure."
And that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I just actually had sex with Edward in father's cop car. Oh my God, how was I going to live with myself after this? I felt filthy, as if my guilt had soiled me underneath my skin. Instantly upon this realization, I slid off Edward's lap.
"What's the matter, love?" he questioned with concern, watching me intently to see what was wrong.
"I can't believe I just did that," I exhaled, it was barely audible, yet I knew Edward heard it.
"Did what?" Edward pressed, his eyes filled with apprehension. They had transitioned back into a more golden color now.
"Dressed up in a sexy cop costume and did it with my boyfriend in my dad's car!" I blurted out, my words flowing from my mouth at a rapid pace.
"Neither can I," reveled Edward.
"Not helping," I whimpered, burying my face into my hands as I fought back the tears.
"Shhh, it's alright Bella," Edward soothed, his hand rubbing my back, attempting to comfort me. "It'll be fine, darling, trust me—"
"No it wont!" I spat back, the first tears spilling over.
More silence ensued. I figured the reason was that Edward searching for something to say. "If it makes you feel any better, I thoroughly enjoyed what you..erm…planned for me this afternoon."
I removed my hands from my face, sniffled, and turned my head to look at Edward.
"Really?" I questioned meekly.
"Oh yes," he confirmed, his eyes widening the tiniest bit as he nodded his head.
"Honestly, though? You didn't think it was too…you know…"
"Of course not. You were incredibly sexy, my love." Edward's voice was pure silk when he spoke to me.
"Well, I'm glad I could please you—"
He interrupted me. "Bella, you did so much more than simply please me. You sent me to the ends of the Earth and back."
"Thank you, Edward." My smile was less forced, but I couldn't shake the shame that had enveloped myself. "But, the car…"
Edward's lips hovered over my ear as he told me, "Don't worry about Charlie's car, Bella."
As if I was hypnotized, I stared vacantly ahead of me and mindlessly consented to Edward's request. He took a hold of my chin and turned it so were face-to-face. Once he did, he kissed me softly, sweetly, full of adoration, and absolutely nothing similar to the manner he'd been kissing me earlier.
"We should get going," he said in a low voice. "I can hear a car not too far from here."
All I could do was nod my head in agreement and Edward got out of the car, but not without placing a light kiss on my forehead before leaving. Slowly, as if I was in a trance, I robotically reached for my coat, put it on, and returned to the driver's seat.
"Edward!" I called out my open window right before I started the car. Even though I knew his was closed, I was positive that he could hear me. His window rolled down and he stuck his heat out.
"Yes, love?" Edward inquired endearingly.
"Can we still go to a car wash before we get back to Forks?" I asked, unable to let this whole thing with Charlie's car go.
He chuckled before replying, "Of course we can, dear."