Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I certainly am not going to completely abandon this story. If for nothing else, I'd like to see where it goes for myself. Please review…I'd love to know what you think of the story so far.

Warning: Fluffy Lemony Goodness

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is the delightful creation of the literary goddess Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended, I just like to borrow Edward from time to time.

Stranger Than FanFiction

Chapter 3: Dinner With A Vampire

by

J. Cullen

I awoke the next morning feeling more satiated than I could remember being in my entire life. Oddly, I was a bit warmer than I remember; too warm to be wrapped in Edward's arms. I blinked once, twice, a third time; before slowly opening my eyes. I rose up wearily and looked around the room. I was alone…as usual. Had it all been just a dream? My hair was all over the place and I was naked, but that was nothing new. I lived alone just so I could sleep in my birthday suit. I rubbed my head and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"That's it. No more reading."

I lied.

I got up to start my daily routine, but something wasn't right. It felt useless; like empty steps. I got a shower, had some breakfast, did laundry, and got the paper. I thought about the things I needed to do that day to keep me occupied, or maybe…to keep from getting angry. I didn't understand. Everything had felt so real. I'd had realistic dreams before, but this, this was different.

I shook my head and went to the closet to find something to wear. I was meeting a group of friends at the coffee shop around the corner for our weekly girl time. I wanted to wear something cute, but comfortable. I threw on my favorite yellow and white polka-dot sundress and my green peacoat. I finished off the outfit with some matching green sandals, a yellow clutch bag, and a string of simple white pearls.

I left the house and got to the coffee shop before the rest of the girls did. It was a beautiful day; bright and cleartad with a light cool breeze lingering in the air. Perfect weather for me. I immediately thought of the fact that Edward wouldn't have been able to come out in this kind of weather. That is…if he'd really existed.

The girls started to arrive and we all caught up with each other sharing what had happened in our lives. They all talked about who they were dating. I kept quiet during that part of the conversation; thinking it best to not share my situation with my real crush on a fictional character who may or may not be real and pepped up again when they began to talk about work. We talked for several hours and then said our goodbyes.

I wasn't ready to go home, so I stopped by the market to get some groceries for the week. I killed some more time by going to some of the local boutiques and doing some window shopping until the sun began to set. I just dreaded going home…because I knew Edward wouldn't be there.

I got home right before dark and began to settle in. That's when I smelled it; something irresistibly sweet. I didn't remember leaving any scented candles burning. I put down my things quietly and quickly put the groceries away. I took off my shoes and went to my bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, the scent got stronger and more enticing. The house was quiet; too quiet. When I reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, I could see that my light was on. I reached out tentatively and pushed the door open. I gingerly stepped inside and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Humph…" I mused, "…my mind is clearly playing tricks on me."

I proceeded to change into my lounge gear; a red silk and lace wide leg pajama set with a matching kimono style robe. One of my favorite movies was on tonight, Pretty Woman, and I'd made plans to make popcorn and curl up on the sofa to watch it. After I changed, I went into the bathroom to pull my hair up, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I laughed to myself thinking of Bella and her human moments before she settled in with Edward when he'd sneak into her room at night.

"The fictional girls have all the fun." I mused.

"Oh I beg to differ; the non-fictional girls really know how to let their hair down."

"Edward?!" I spurted out as I spun around.

My heart thundered against my chest with surprise and by the smile on the beautiful vampire's face in front of me, I could tell he heard every frantic pitter patter of my overactive organ.

"Where have you been?" I managed to pant out an inquiry. He stepped forward as he answered and tenderly held my left cheek.

"I'm sorry love. An earlier visit just wasn't in the forecast today."

"Oh Edward, I missed you so much. When I woke up alone, I thought it had all been a dream and that I was going crazy." I looked down as I said this.

"Sweet creature...I promise you're perfectly sane. See…" he bent down and placed the most softest of kisses on my lips. I was immediately dazzled. He chuckled; no doubt hearing the mental affect he had on me.

"I have intentions to make up for my absence. Come with me." Edward said, followed by that infamous crooked grin. I tagged along behind him, my hand in his, like a little school girl eager for recess to begin. I was almost skipping with delight.

He led me into the dining room, which was lit dimly with candles. There were red rose petals everywhere and a place setting for one at the head of my antique mahogany table. Edward pulled out the chair and I moved to take a seat. He stopped me, sat down instead and pulled me into his lap.

In front of us sat fancy silver covered dishes; one large and one small. There was also a chilled bottle of champagne in a matching silver bucket of ice. Edward reached around me and retrieved the bottle, elegantly popped the cork with unnatural ease and poured some of the bubbly liquid into a glass flute. He handed the glass to me and I took a tiny sip; keeping in mind how alcohol tended to go to my head. Edward smirked at my little mental reminder. Something told me that he hoped this would play in his favor.

"Not hope love, I know it will." He teased.

I directed a thought towards him, knowing that I did not need to say it aloud for him to hear. Stupid know it all mind reading vampire. We laughed and gently touched our foreheads together before stealing a kiss from each other.

Edward lifted the lid off of the larger of the two dishes and I saw my favorite meal slowly appear. A petite sirloin with roasted new potatoes and baby carrots topped with fresh herbs and butter.

"How did you…," he didn't let me finish before he answered.

"How did I know what your favorite dinner was? I know everything about you, remember? Plus, I took a few culinary classes in the seventies."

Not wanting to waste any time, I reached for the knife and fork to dig in. Edward stopped me again; this time to grab the utensils himself. He slowly sliced a piece of the perfectly cooked meat, and then cut a carrot and a potato in half. He loaded the fork with a small piece of each of the three items on the plate and brought it up to my mouth. Just the way I like it. I parted my lips and closed my eyes. It was heaven. I savored every bit of it. When I was finished chewing, I opened my eyes and gave Edward a satisfied smile. Thank you.

"You are so very welcome." He said, as he prepared another fork full.

He continued this until the plate was empty. I took another sip of champagne and Edward removed the lid from the smaller dish. Underneath was a three layer chocolate mousse dessert. Mmm... He must have read my mind again, because right after he placed the lid on the table, he dipped the tip of his finger in the whip cream on top and put it in my mouth.

"Mmmm…" I relished in the rich creamy goodness and a familiar warmth began to grow between my legs. I licked my lips and a mere moment after I did I felt Edwards mouth cover mine. We kissed passionately and it dawned on me that after eating, I may not be as appetizing to him as the wonderful meal he'd prepared had been to me.

"Sacrilege, your sweetness cancels out everything else." He affirmed.

Edward reached for another dip of the cream and brought it to my lips. I grabbed his hand and playfully licked the tip of his finger. His eyes smoldered and I placed his erect digit completely in my mouth. I sucked on it, loving how the coolness of his skin kept the whipped cream at a perfect temperature. Edward Cullen is perfect for eating dessert off of.

He smirked at my naughty thought and covered my mouth again. I moaned softly and tangled my fingers in his hair. He undid the sash of my robe and let the frail fabric slide down my shoulders. He kneaded my breasts through the fabric of my camisole and I could feel my nipples beginning to harden. I grew hotter and wetter. He reached down into my silk lounge pants and found my moist warm center. I cried out in ecstasy.

"I can't stop thinking about last night. I've been craving more of you all day…," He spoke through moans.

"Oh Edward…"

"…and if it weren't for the damn sunny weather, I'd have had you." He nearly growled.

I couldn't speak. I was overwhelmed. I turned into a metaphoric puddle of myself. All I wanted was for Edward to take me and shower me with orgasms the way he'd done the night before.

At that thought, in one swift movement, the table was cleared and I was sitting on the edge of it. Oh the perks of having a vampire lover. Edward removed my pants and slid my top down to my waist. His hands were all over me at once and his mouth took mine again. His hand found my soaked lower lips and parted my folds. He entered me with two fingers and I came undone. I lost it quickly throwing my head back and within a few strokes, reached my first climax of the night.

I recovered and began to unbutton Edward's shirt. He'd worn a deep red button down and black trousers. He stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt and slacks. I reached for him and his unnecessary breath caught in his throat. He was so hard, so beautiful, and so big.

"I want you so badly…please…I need you inside of me…" I begged.

He did not utter a word, but I could see the desperation in his eyes. Edward entered me and we paused at the peak of our bliss for a moment. He began with steady strokes.

"Harder…" I groaned.

He felt so unbelievable; emptying me and filling me over and over again. I wanted more. I needed more. Without being physically told to do so, Edward sped up; pounding into me; making the table shake. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and held on for dear life. I could feel my inner walls contracting and I knew that I was close.

"Then come…come love…come for me…" he pleaded.

His velvety voice was all the encouragement I needed. My body tightened. My eyes closed. I could feel the heat bubbling in the pit of stomach. I could feel my second orgasm building. I was almost there…on the very tip…on the brink of euphoria…

"Now." he commanded.

I obliged; exploding and melting at the same time. Edward quickly followed; his coolness mixing in with my liquid heat. I could feel him scattering tiny soft kisses all over me. He must have known it helped to cool me down. When my body stopped shaking and my thoughts came back, I asked only one question.

"What are you bringing me for dinner tomorrow?"

He replied cunningly.

"Potluck."