Halloween Smut-taculer

Title- After Hours

Author- Vampgirl18

Authors note- The vamps in my story are kind of a mixture of True Blood and Twilight. You have been warned.

Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight or True Blood. But those hunky vamps own my dirty mind.

Vamp traits-

1) No Sparklethon. My vamps are allowed to be in very limited amounts of sunlight… think Mick St. John of Moonlight.

2) Tru:Blood will be a vamp juice drink. If you don't know what that is- it's bottled synthetic blood that vampires drink instead of human blood. (If they want.)

3) FANGS!

I have a site that has all the outfits for this fic (posted in the Photo Gallery section)-

adreefics(DOT)webs(DOT)com

OH! And before I forget, a good song to have in your head during this fic is-

Bob Dylan- Beyond Here Lies Nothin'

BPOV-

My high heels clicked loudly as I walked briskly through the lobby of Meyer, Harris, & Ward Publishing, trying to avoid being pulled into inane conversations about the office party tonight. It was Halloween and ours bosses, who were actually pretty fucktactular, were throwing a Halloween party tonight. It was an opportunity to smooze, drink, and fuck.

I hated Halloween. As a child I liked it, I mean c'mon free candy, but as I got older it lost its appeal. I was so tired of grown ass women walking around in ridiculous costumes, with all the, 'Haha I'm a Fairy' bullshit.

The only thing I liked about Halloween was 'The Nightmare before Christmas'. And even that wasn't about Halloween.

Elbowing my way into the crowded elevator, I ignored the giggles from behind me and concentrated on all the meetings and shit I had to do today. I was a fucktastic Paranormal Romance book editor. And after the vampires 'Came out of the Coffin', there had been a major boost in sales in my department.

Meaning more crap for Bella to sift threw. Oh joy of joys.

I had to comb through each document very carefully. There were a lot of people out there who weren't very creative and plagiarized somebody else's story. I loved to read and write fanfiction, so when this one stupid chick sent basically a copy of a beautifully written fanfic; I asked the original author if she was trying to get it published. When she said she wasn't, I immediately threw that piece of trash away and. Since that incident I have been meticulously combing through each piece, even taking out quotes every page and searching them on Google. It made my job a bit harder, but it was worth it.

"Tee hee I know! He is just soo gorgeous! He could bite me anytime…"

I rolled my eyes at the giggling hoes. They were talking about M.H.W's newestfanged employee.

Edward Cullen.

Apparently, since I had yet seen him, Edward was the finest specimen of man, fanged or not, to ever grace the streets of Philadelphia. Admittedly I was curious about what he looked like, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to sneak a peak of him. I had enough shit to worry about, let alone Mr. Tall, dead, and handsome sending my girly bitts into a tizzy.

The elevator dinged at floor 18 and I stepped out. I weaved my way around fellow editors and various mail-boys, trying to get to my office. Rounding the corner I was attacked by my pixie ninja of a best friend and assistant, Alice.

Alice was a small, tiny thing that you swear was a walking advertisement for Red Bull. Today, in honor of the bastard Holiday, she was dressed as a 20's flapper girl complete with a shiny red beaded dress that swung every time she moved, and her usually short spiky hair was curly seductively and pushed under a headband. She looked amazing.

"All right, you have only three meetings today. One at 11:30 with Mrs. Bloom about three new authors they just signed, the second at 12:45 with Alonzo about God-knows-what, and the last at 2:00 with Ms. Ward. Since she never tells anybody what they're about, I have no effing clue. Oh, and Happy Halloween!"

She said all of that in one breath, squealing out the last part, and somehow I managed to be holding a coffee that I wasn't quite sure how it in my hand.

See, pixie ninja.

"Good Morning to you too Alice." I rolled my eyes and set off towards my corner office.

Opening the door, I gasped in shock when I saw a man on the other side. He was seated at the chair in front of my desk, so I couldn't see his face, but if he was as pretty as the back of him… damn. He had wide strong shoulders enveloped by his grey suit jacket and reddish brown messy hair I just wanted to tug on.

"Oh, I forgot, Mr. Cullen is here to see you." Alice sing-songed as she made her way to her desk, her kitten heels tapping across the floor annoyingly.

Pshhh forgot my ass.

Oh, so that explained why my shades were drawn. I never had a problem with vampires, I was pro- vampire rights, but I had never been alone with one before. It made me a bit nervous.

Walking into the room, I wasn't sure what to say. "Uh… good morning Mr. Cullen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Have you been here long?"

Mr. Cullen stood up and turned towards me. He was so freaking gorgeous, I was stunned into silence. His face was perfect, all angular plans and strong features. His skin was snowy white- much paler than mine, which is an accomplishment since I'm usually the palest one in the room. He had a straight nose, square jaw, and lips that were a perfect blend of masculine and feminine. And fuck me if he wasn't tall and built, I was short so I appreciated height on a man. Not to mention his eyes, which were as green as the leaves of the ficus I kept in the corner, when it was alive that is.

Damn… there go my girly bitts into a tizzy.

"Not at all Miss Sawn, your lovely assistant kept me plenty company." He had a smooth accent that dripped sex. It was like honey poured over melted chocolate, decadent and smooth.

Is it wrong that I want to lick his voice?

"Yeah I'm sure she did." I ground out. I'm not ashamed to admit that without my morning Joe I'm a bit of a bitch.

From the other room I heard Alice tinkle out a laugh.

Mr. Cullen let out a dark chuckle, but thankfully left it at that.

He turned back to the office space and waved his hand through the air. "I like your office. It's very homey."

I raised an eyebrow dubiously. Homey was not a way I'd describe it. The walls were beige color, the couch was white… that was slowly turning grayish/ brown, and the desk was oak. My half dead ficus in the corner did nothing to liven up the joint, and there were papers everywhere.

Yeah, homey… riiight.

I sat down at my desk chair and sipped my coffee.

"So, Mr. Cullen-." I was interrupted by the statue of sex standing in my office.

"Please, call me Edward." Gah… I think my panties just exploded.

"Alright, Edward then. What brings-."

Ok, this whole 'let's interrupted Bella' thing is so not working out.

"And your name is?" He looked so cute and innocent when he smiled like that.

"It's Isabella, Bella for short. Anyway, what brings you to my office on this lovely Friday, Edward?" I added hastily, noticing the pointed look he gave me.

"Mmm Bella, Bella. I like that name… It suits you." Scratch that; hearing him purr my name is what made my panties explode. "I wanted to inform you that I'll be working next door as the new Paranormal Romance Editor."

I'm sure my jaw hit the dirty floor. "No fuckin' way."

There was no freakin' way I was going to be able to concentrate. Not with a Calvin Klein Model next door to me. I was going to be humping the wall by the end of the day.

He flashed me a crooked grin that made my girly bits gush like Niagara Falls.

"I'm afraid so. Looks like we're stuck together."

My throat suddenly dry, I downed the rest of my coffee. I walked to the door and bellowed, "ALICE! More coffee!"

"Magic fucking word bitch!" Yes we're very professional around here.

"Now… please!"

I turned back just in time to find Edward staring down…at my ass. Now, I'm no small size- hell I'm not even a size 6- but I do know that in a pencil skirt, every ass looks fantastic.

I cleared my throat and he looked back up with a sheepish smile. I returned the gesture with a small smirk.

"So, you start today?"

Edward nodded. "Yes, I decided now would be a good time to get my office space together and prep for Monday. I'll be in all the same meetings with you today, just to see how things are run around here. Ms. Ward thought it would be a good idea."

That made sense. "Well if you need any help with anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He lifted the one side of his mouth in the sexiest smirk I had ever seen. "Oh, I will Isabella."

Edward reached for my hand. He lifted it to his lips and left a sensual kiss on the palm of it, his piercing green eyes boring into mine the entire time. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

Alice scurried in and handed me my coffee.

"Ooooh what was that about?"

I shook myself out of my daze. "I have no fucking clue. But, I have shit to do. Out."

Alice glared playfully at me before flouncing out of the room.

I sat back down at my desk and opened a file that was sitting at my desk.

*Time Jump*

5:30 P.M.

I sunk into my office chair in exhaustion. The meetings drug on forever and it wasn't helping me with Edward there. Giving me panty wetting smiles, winking at me, always say goodbye and greeting me with Isabella, which before I hated, but now Isabella might be the best fucking word in the dictionary. It was driving me abso-fucking-lutely batshit crazy.

If this is how the next years of my career are going to be… I might be the only person to ever die from their girly bits committing suicide.

Alice, who wasn't out in front of my office when I came back, suddenly burst into my office, face held a huge smile and her red dress was swishing every which way.

And she had flowers… a big ass bouquet of flowers. There were white tulips, pink azaleas, magenta gardenias, and blue forget-me-nots all tied together with a lovely gold ribbon. They were breathtaking.

"Oh, Bella! These were just sent up for you!" She shoved the flowers into my arms and plucked the note out of the top, handing it to me in a much gentler fashion.

With the most impeccable handwriting I had ever seen the note read-

Dear Isabella,

I saw these and thought of you.

Hope you like them.

See you tonight, don't forget your costume.

-Edward Cullen

My face flushed what I'm sure was a bright crimson, and I handed the note to Alice.

Aaand cue the squeal.

"Oh my God, Bella! You so have to go tonight! And I have the perfect outfit for you!"

I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. This is exactly why I hated Halloween, there's always that one person who is just way to fucking excited about shit. That person would be Alice.

I started thinking of all possible escape scenarios, but Alice, like always, beat me to it. "Bella you've worked too God damned hard all year. You deserve to have some fun, even some romance. And so do I. So, you are dragging you're cute ass over to my apartment, you're going to go to that party and look fuckin' fabulous, and then you are going to ask Edward if he knows any single hot vampire friends!"

I peaked at her threw my hands to see and angry expression and her hands firmly planted on her hips, oh uh, that's the 'I'm not fucking messing around bitch' face.

I sighed and nodded my head in agreement.

She smiled in victory before checking her watch. "Alright we have to go now if you want to be event the least bit presentable."

I stood up and grabbed my bag and manuscripts I had to look through. Of course I remembered to grab my beautiful flowers and cradle them gently against my chest.

Turning off the light, I walked towards Alice, who was apparently still talking even though I hadn't heard a word of it.

"…have to do something with your hair. And I know that when he sees you, that vamp will be on his knees."

After she said that I swore I heard a ghostly chuckle come from behind me, but when I turned around nobody was there.

Alice's Apartment

I was literally pulled by Alice into her apartment. It was a fancy loft in Rittenhouse Square, with big open windows that you could see the good sized park from. The place was mainly white, with light wood floors, and splashes of color running through out it, a very far cry from my small place in the Old City.

She pushed me down onto her white couch and rushed into her bedroom like a mad woman.

Well, if the shoe fits…

"Bitch, get your ass in here." Like the good prisoner I was, I trudged into her bedroom.

The pixie was holding a beautiful navy blue chiffon dress. The bodice was strapless and gathered delicately. The skirt looked to be slightly on the shorter side, not obscenely, but enough for me to feel nervous. It had a lacey overlay that was delicately beaded. It was absolutely stunning.

"Alice are you sure you want me to wear that?"

She rolled her grey eyes at me. "Yes, Bella, I bought it for you. Now go put it on. Oh! And here are some sexy undies." She winked. "And some thigh highs with seams on the back, men eat that shit up, it connects with the black garter I gave you. You can wear the heels you're wearing now."

I stumbled into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later- hoping I had connected the garter belt and thigh highs on right- feeling a bit uneasy in such a beautiful dress.

Be thankful it's not white.

Alice squealed and sprung into action. She grabbed me hair and started pulling and twisting and brushing it into submission. She applied some makeup liberally and finally put a Venetian half mask over my eyes.

"There!" She thrust me in front of the mirror and I gasped at the image in front of me. The woman in the mirror was beautiful, her white skin luminescent against the deep blue of the material, her womanly figure was wrapped snuggly in the silky fabric but instead of making her look bigger… she looked stunning, her hair was curled, and her lips were red. The small, beaded mask did nothing to hide the shining happiness in her brown eyes.

I couldn't believe that woman was me.

Alice looked at me smugly. "See told you. Now just let me…" She applied a new coat of red lipstick and fluffed her hair. "Done. Let's go. It's already 8 o'clock."

We grabbed our coats and made our way back over the office, a medium sized building with beautiful architecture around the top of it. We rode the elevator up to the top floor, the 40th, and got out. The top floor was used for large conferences and office get togethers such as this one.

I handed Alice my coat and she slithered through the crowd on the way to the coat check. I scanned the room. I wasn't looking for Edward… much. When I saw that he was in the back by the huge windows over looking the Philly night my heart started to beat a bit faster than normal. He looked so handsome in his black tuxedo. I giggled when I noticed he too had a mask on.

Good thing I'm not the only one in a cop out outfit.

Just as started to step to the right, to get a drink, I heard my name shouted. Rather drunkenly, too.

"Bellllah!" Mike Newton slurred as he cross the distance between us and threw his arm- the one that wasn't holding his drink- around my shoulders.

I tried to move away from the whiskey breath as best as I could. "Hey Mike."

I felt and heard him sniff my hair, that shit is fucking creepy as hell.

"Mmm Bella, your tits look fantastic tonight." I shuddered and tried to move away, but he just grabbed me tighter.

His hand started to slide lower and lower until he reached my ass. I let out a shocked gasp and slapped him across his left cheek. He staggered back, before turning his angry eyes on me, gripping my right arm tightly, and pulling me back to his chest.

"You are such a little tease, Bella. Running around in your pencil skirts and tight blouses. You think I don't know you want me? You want me bad Bella."

"Mike, you're drunk, you don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go." I tried to be civil and not flustered. But on the inside, I was a knot of anger and fear.

I could tell that my comment made him even angrier, but before he could open his mouth to respond, a pale hand gripped the wrist of the hand that was holding me.

"Mr. Newton, I believe Ms. Swan told you to remove your hand."

I turned my head. Behind me Edward looked livid. His beautiful features were contorted into a mask of pure unadulterated rage.

"Hey, this is a private conversation, you stupid dead fucker." He turned back around to me, a smirk playing at his lips. Obviously he thought he had said the right thing.

He hadn't.

I roughly tore my arm out of his grasp. "What the fuck is wrong with you Mike? Why the hell would you say that shit?"

Fuck, the angry look was back. "You're sticking up for him Bella? Are you fucking him too? You are nothing but a fangbanging whore."

That did it.

Edward snarled before wrapping his hand around Mike's throat. With a startled gasp I noticed that his fangs had fully descended. It took Mike a second to figure out what was going on, but when he finally fucking got it, he dropped his drink, the fine crystal shattering, his face held a look of pure fear.

Edward pulled Mike so close to him, that their noses almost touched. "If you ever even look at Isabella the wrong way, I will hunt you down and rip you apart piece by piece. I don't want to see you anywhere near Isabella again. I will know if you come within 100 feet of her and I will make sure you beg for death. Do I make myself clear?"

He nodded shakily. Edward shoved him away from us roughly. Mike scuttled off into the crowd. The crowd that had gone silent during our little tiff. The crowd that was currently staring at us in shock… well mostly shock, some were angry, some were a bit glad, and some were just plain confused.

I blushed at all the attention and looked at the floor to hide my embarrassment.

Edward put his cool hand under my chin and lifted it gently. "Hey now, don't hide that beautiful face from me." He flashed me his crooked smile and instantly I forgot why I was so embarrassed. His gorgeous green eyes bored into mine and I couldn't find it within myself to look away.

"Bella!" Alice broke past the crowd and hurried over to us. "What the hell happened? God Lord, I leave you alone for five minutes, five minutes, and you managed to get yourself into trouble."

Alice flipped her attention over to Edward. "While I have you here, I have a question. Do you have any single, male, good looking, vampire friends?"

Edward looked highly amused at the turn the conversation had taken. "Um… yes. I think I might someone I can set you up with."

"Aaand?"

"And what?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "What's his name?"

"Jasper Whitlock."

"How old is he?"

"Twenty-one in human years. One hundred and seventy three in vampire."

"How tall is he?"

"Six foot three. Why is this important?" He looked slightly bewildered now.

"Jeez vamp boy I just want some details. Anyway, what's his hair color, eye color, and where is he from?"

"Uh… blonde, blue, and Texas. And before you ask, yes, he does have an accent."

Alice squealed and shoved her phone at Edward. "Ohhh! Gimme his number! I have to call him!

Edward was extremely flustered as he dug his cell out and programmed the number into Alice's phone.

She threw herself into him and gave him a hug and scuttled off into the crowd.

Edward turned to me. "Should I be afraid for Jaspers safety?"

"Nah, she's mostly harmless."

He gulped. "Mostly?"

"Yup. Just hide the butcher knifes if she ever comes over to your house." I giggled and he joined me in a short laugh.

Our conversation flowed easily after that. We settled into a comfortable rhythm of jokes and getting to know one another. I was genuinely shocked that I was able to speak around him.

I sipped on a few rum and cokes and Edward out of his Tru:Blood.

I didn't know how long we were talking to one another, but eventually people started to thin out. I glanced at my watch and gasped when I saw it was 11:37 pm. We had been talking for close to four hours!

"Oh geez. I can't believe we've been talking this much." I looked around the room for Alice, I couldn't find her anywhere.

Edward spook up. "Alice told me she was leaving to meet Jasper when you were in the bathroom an hour ago."

I nodded. "Can we run down to my office for a second, I forgot some paper work I need to look over this weekend."

Edward put his hand on the small of my back and led us towards the elevators. "Sure Isabella, whatever you like."

Trying to suppress the smile that threatened to take over my face was proving very hard to do.

We arrived on our floor and walked to my office in a comfortable silence. I have to admit though, it wasn't that comfortable for me. After a few rum and cokes' my mind had gone into the gutter. I had been picturing Edward naked, in various scenarios, and just doing dirty things to me. It was great.

I opened my office door and walked in. "You can come in," I called to Edward.

He sauntered in and sat on the chair in front of my desk, again.

I searched my desk for the file, but it wasn't there. I turned towards the filing cabinets behind my desk and bent at my waist to open the middle one.

Suddenly I felt hands grip my hips tightly and pull me roughly against a hard body.

"Jesus Bella, you look absolutely sinful bent over like that." Edward spun me and pressed my back against the cabinets, trapping me between him and the cold metal. He plucked the mask off of my face and discarded it somewhere in the room, along with his own.

I couldn't speak.

I couldn't move.

All I could do was stare at his beautiful lips as the descended on my own.

Electricity sizzled between us as out lips moved together. We started off slow, gradually picking up heat until we burned.

My hands wrapped around his neck, tangling in his messy copper locks. His wrapped around my waist and crushed me to his cool body. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the intense desire raging inside of me.

My tongue snaked out and gently traced the seam of his lips, but he pulled away from me. Our foreheads rested together and our labored breaths mingled.

His eyes burned intensely into mine, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his fangs glowed brightly in the lights.

"I'm no good for you Bella. I'm dangerous."

I blinked lazily as his sweet breath fanned across my face. "So? Mike's behavior is much more detrimental to my safety than yours is."

He let out a harsh laugh. "Oh, I'm not sure about that Bella."

The room was suddenly spinning and I was flat on my back, on what I'm going to assume is my desk, staring up at a lustful Edward. He was straddling my hips and gazing down at me with hooded eyes.

Okay seriously I have got to start paying attention; his head was in the juncture between my neck and shoulder, his fangs raking against the skin gently.

"Really Isabella? You think that silly human could do more harm to you? I could drain you dry before you can blink." He whispered against my neck and I shuddered from the feelings he was bringing out in me.

"See little Bella? You are afraid of me." I could feel him start to pull away. I clung to him tighter, desperate to keep the weight of him of me.

"No! I'm not afraid of you." My voice sounded needy even to my own ears.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're not? So, If I do this," He raked his fangs roughly at my neck once more. I let out a quiet moan. It felt so god damn good. "You wouldn't be afraid?"

I shook my head vehemently. "No, God no. Please don't stop."

Edward breathed out a laugh against my neck, his cold breath ghosting over my overheated skin. "You're asking for trouble, Bella."

"Maybe I am, but I don't care."

I heard him growl low in his throat. His lips attacked mine once more. Instead of a slow build up, he dove right in. His tongue tangled with mine, battling for dominance. We kissed until I had to come up for air. But that didn't deter him; he planted hot kissed down the column of my neck, sucking on the soft skin every so often. His trail lead him down to the top of my dress. He kissed the soft pillows of the top of my breasts.

I writhed under him and raked one hand through his hair.

"Edward, I need you." I moaned as he continued to tease my flesh.

He nodded and kissed my lips sweetly as is hands snaked around from my hips to my back, grasped my zipper, and pulled it down. I arched my back and he pulled it over my head.

Edwards tongue snaked out and licked his lips. "You are so fucking beautiful, Bella."

I shivered as his hungry gaze swept over my body. Thank you Alice! I was never happier that Alice forced me into sexy lingerie.

Unable to stand him being clothed I reached up and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. He helped me push it off of his shoulders and reclaimed my lips. Our chests were pushed flushed together, hot and cold meeting, creating a delicious contrast.

He unclasped my silky bra and captured an erect nipple in his mouth. My mouth dropped open in a loud moan as his tongue laved attention on my puckered flesh.

"Edward!" I cried out. His mouth switched sides and damn if it didn't feel even better.

My hands traced along his perfect abs and played with the soft hair of his happy trail. He let out a quiet groan, and I vowed that by the end of the night it wouldn't be quiet. My hands then fumbled with the buckle of his belt and I almost cheered when it came undone. I quickly unzipped his trousers and shoved the down his legs. He stood and pushed them the rest of the way and taking his shoes off. I stood to take mine off as well, but he caught my wrist.

"No, keep the heels on… in fact keep the garters on too." I grinned slyly before popping back up on the desk and sitting on the edge.

Edward moved forward and rested his hips in between my thighs and I gasped when I felt how big his bulge in the front of his boxer briefs was. Holy shit! I think vampire boy is part race horse!

He reclaimed my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I wrapped my legs around him and ground against his hardness. If I had any other body parts, I would have wrapped them around him too. I just couldn't get enough of this man.

He pulled away from me and tangled my hair in his hands. "Bella, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

You have got to be shitting me.

"Aw, Edward that is so sweet and considerate. But seriously, if you don't fuck me in the next five minutes, I may be forced to kill you."

He laughed.

I felt his and rest on the juncture between my thighs. "Fuck Bella. You're fucking dripping."

Before I even knew what was going on, he had ripped my underwear clean from my body.

I gaped at him. Fuck, I really liked that pair too. Edward didn't look the least bit remorseful. "They were in the way of something I want," he said with a shrug.

In a move that was so quick my eye couldn't catch it, he pulled his boxer briefs down to reveal his engorged cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuckity. Fuck. I haven't seen a lot of dick in my life, but the few I have seen are no where close to the length of Edwards.

"It's okay to back out now. I know I'm bigger than most." Edward smirked as he said this.

"Bring it on."

He lined up at my entrance, our bodies a mass of limbs tangled together.

He pushed in slowly. I threw my head back; he stretched me out till I was completely full.

"Bella." His voice was hoarse as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.

His thrusts started slowly. It became to much to bare. "Edward. Please, faster, harder."

His hands slid from my waist to tangle in my hair. He pulled my head back roughly, exposing my neck. His lips slid over the column.

"Mmm, Bella. You feel so fucking good." Edward growled against my throat.

He increased the pace, hitting a sweet spot deep inside of me.

A moan bubbled up from up from within me. "Fuck, Edward. Yes!"

He wrapped an arm around my back, holding me close to him as his cock plowed in and out of my tight pussy.

"So. Fucking, Tight." Each ground out word was punctuated with a hard thrust.

I could feel his fangs digging into my flesh. I wanted to feel them everywhere.

His thrusts were becoming disjointed. I was on the verge of the best orgasm of my life.

Edward was staring at my neck with such a heated desire, but also such an intense pain. I couldn't bear to see the conflict in his eyes any longer.

"Edward, bite me."

He looked up at me with wide eyes, before breaking the skin of my neck.

"Edward!" It felt amazing. My walls clamped down around his cock as scorching pleasure burned through my veins. It was the best feeling in the world.

I felt him groan deep in his throat as he suckled on my neck. His cock jerked inside of me and I felt a cool wetness spread within.

We shuddered together, our bodies like a single cell.

Edward released my neck. He gently ran his tongue over the puncture wounds, making sounds of contentment as he did so.

"God, you taste fucking sweet," he picked me up and carried me over to the couch.

I laid on his hard chest, his hair tickling my nose.

After a few moments of silence Edward grinned playfully down at me and spoke. "So, I know I'm going about this the wrong way but, how would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?"

I giggled into his chest. "I would love too. But, what would you eat?"

Edward smirked at me, a certain twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, I can think of quite a few things."

I fuckin' love Halloween!