A/N: Thank you to those of you who added my story to alerts. And a big THANK YOU to flamingheart1974, smutty-romance and Isle Esme for their reviews! I'd love to accept your thoughts; good and bad. I've not written anything since high school (8+ years ago), so I know I need improvements here and there; this is where you the reader come in to advise me on such things. What else would you like from this story? Also, I still need a name for it... XD

But, here is a short chapter. I thought I'd keep going while the gettin's good. (don't mind my innuendos)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Go figure?!

BPOV-

"So what are we talking about exactly, Edward?" I asked.

"Well, I have been toying with the idea of us talking through some situations…" He was getting more nervous by the second. "Perhaps you recall; when we first met, I sort of 'desensitized' myself to your scent gradually. I'm wondering if the same concept would help… Umm… If maybe I had some kind of, not necessarily physical, experience between you and I, it may help me to find control… Am I making any kind of sense right now? I feel like I'm just babbling nonsense to myself." He sighed in frustration after stumbling through his mini speech. I, myself, was taken aback slightly. I wasn't sure he'd even thought of these sorts of things. Well, perhaps we could try this out; take it slow. One step at a time, they always say. Although, I'm not quite sure what they'd say to this. 'Uh, Yea. He's a vampire… You're you… Umm, the psyche ward is on the third floor. Have a nice day!'

"Edward, I'm not all too sure what to say. Awkward as it is, if this is going to happen we should take it one small step at a time. Sound alright?" I was still unsure of myself, but when was I not?

"A-absolutely, Bella." He stuttered out. "Slow and steady wins the race. Heh." I always did hate it when he'd laugh without meaning it. A humorless laugh is like eating Oreos without a glass of milk; it's just unspeakable.

"When would you like to… begin?" I was stumbling over my words. I mean, how often does this kind of conversation come up anyways? Slowly but surely I feel like I'm turning into a freakin psychologist. When did this happen? Guess I just saved myself several years of tuition.

An even more awkward silence filled between us as we only listened to each other's breathing. I wonder if he wants me to say something to break the ice. Nah, I'll wait for him to do it. They always say 'ladies first' but not today they don't!

"Bella, I- I…" He let out a huff of air. "I wanted to ask you a few questions… if you don't mind, that is."

I contemplated that for all of about 2 seconds before I gave him the all clear to ask away.

"H-have you ever had dreams or… fantasies about me. Or even anyone else for that matter?" I blushed at his question. His question was not totally unfounded though. I'm not the prude that he imagines that I am. I am to everyone else but mentally I'm in the gutter about three-quarters of the time; that's normal though right? It's kind of funny sometimes that we can be off in la-la land on our own but as soon as someone mentions sex, we cringe away and look for our nearest exit point.

I was feeling shy about admitting aloud about my dreams but I thought maybe they'd help us out in the long run. 'Here we go.' I thought miserably. "Edward, I actually dream about you every night and have ever since I met you that first day in class. You're always on my mind. My dreams however varied, are quite sensual sometimes. Well, the one's that I've remembered thus far." I cannot believe I'm saying this too him. "Edward, as I'm sure you already know… I'd love to just throw you down every time I see you and have my way, but I also have this stupid little voice in my head that keeps saying, 'Calm down, Bella. Just a little longer and you'll be together.' " I haven't heard a peep out of him for a bit. Can vampires pass out too? "Edward, are you still there?"

"Err… Yes, love. I'm still here. Just trying to process and recover from what you were saying." His speech was strained and rough. I'm not so sure that confession night was what we needed right now. What I really wanted, besides him on a silver platter, was him here with me. I wanted to kiss him and have him hold me and hum me to sleep like we usually did. I hated to stray from the norm. I'm such the creature of habit, although Edward was too.

"Do you ever think about me in more romantic ways? I know you cannot dream but I'm pretty sure you can fantasise all day long if you wish." I was being daring with this line of questioning. Why am I even asking him this? Do I really want to know? Does he have the same 'habits' that other teenage guys do? Maybe that question is a bit out there for now. I'll ask him later on if it comes up (no pun intended; or is it?).

There he goes again with that humorless, nervous chuckle of his again. "Well…"

Oh, I'm so bad! What's he gonna say? What's he gonna say?! Don't get your panties in a bunch. Stay tuned for the next installment.

And just as a reference, I'm placing this story after Eclipse and around the beginning of Breaking Dawn.

Hope you enjoyed the ride so far. Reviews please. Much appreciated!