Waking From A Reverie

Chapter 3 - Date Night

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EPOV

"Dr. Cullen!" a nurse yells from down the hall.

"Off duty." I call back, making my way to the exit.

"But Dr. Cullen-" She starts and stops the moment I turn to her.

"Thirty-six hours. That's how long I have been awake and on my feet. Now I know I am the best damn surgeon in this building, but right now you'd be better off asking an intern. I'm tired and I'm going home."

"Um, um…right. Sorry. Goodnight then." She stammers walking away swiftly.

Annoyed, I quickly make my way to my car and frown the moment I sit down and start the engine. I smell. I can't smell, I have a date with Jasper in - oh no! Hell no! I panic; throwing the car in gear after checking the car clock again I have two hours, damn it!

Speeding home my mind flips to my closet and I begin running my wardrobe selections through my head, vetoing ever last one of them. Why is it this hard? I look good no matter what I wear. Frustrated, I put the car in park and frown further when my hand slips on the gear shaft. Am I sweating? Pull it together Cullen, it's just a date. I should be worried about dinner, seeing as I can't remember the last time I ate, not my damn clothes. Yet hunger pains are not what I feel, fucking butterflies is what I feel. This never happens to me. I am .Cullen. I am confident, cocky, gorgeous and rich. There, now I feel better. Yet as I turn the key to my apartment the thought strikes me again, what the hell am I going to wear? Shit, what is this man doing to me? I don't have time to go shopping and be in ready by eight. Never mind the quick cat nap I was planning on, fuck, I'm going to have raccoon eyes. Oh hell no, not Edward Cullen! I'll wear foundation before that happens.

Trying not to fall into panic mode, I walk into my bedroom and there on the bed is the most perfect outfit. "God Bless you Alice!" I smile to myself and shoot her a quick text, thanking her for once again reading my mind. Next, I hop into the shower and let the hot water loosen up my stiff muscles. I use my special sandalwood body wash and my vanilla bean shampoo to make myself smell delicious. When the water runs cold I get out, grab a towel, and dry off. Then I shave and groom myself, adding just a dab of foundation to my eyes. Yes, I own foundation, get over it. Afterwards, I stuff my wallet with a fresh condom and lube packet because I know I'm going to get laid tonight. No one can resist me, not even fucking Dr. Jasper Whitlock, especially him. That man has no idea what he's in for. I smile to myself as I make my way to my bed. I'm going to ride him so hard he's not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Sitting down on my bed I study the outfit that Alice has bought me and smile, it's fucking perfect. She went all out and I love her all the more for it. I put on my dark green Armani boxer briefs, slip on my black silk socks and pull on the black distressed low slung Diesel jeans that hug my ass just right. I put on the gray pinstripe Marc Ecko button down with the fleur de lies design on the left side. I decide to leave it untucked and check myself in the full length mirror. Damn Cullen, you look hot, if I must say so myself.

After getting my personal approval, I decide to add just a little spice to my already perfect look. So I splash on my Hugo Boss cologne and sit back down on the bed to put on my lucky black Doc Marten boots. My hair is a perfect mess, I love my sex hair. When I've perfected the final touches I once again look in the mirror, winking to myself and head out of my room to the kitchen to grab myself a beer. Ten more minutes and my sex god will be here. While I'm waiting my cell phone buzzes and I know it is from Alice. I check the message which reads: You're welcome lover boy. Have fun tonight and be nice or I will kick your ass. XOXO ~Ali.

Finishing my beer and popping a mint into my mouth, I pace around for what seems like forever imaging all the things I want to do to Jasper. I am broken out of my naughty thoughts by the doorbell ringing. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the door and open it, immediately drinking him in. Oh my god he is magnificent. He's wearing black biker boots, light well worn blue jeans with holes in all the right places and man they hug him in all the right places. He has on a charcoal colored v-neck cashmere sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. His leather jacket is slung over his shoulder and his blonde curls are a perfect mess.

Jasper clears his throat with a devilish smirk and chuckles, "See something you like darlin'?"

I smile back and simply answer in a husky voice, "Hell yes!"

The next thing I know Jasper is in my apartment, his jacket forgotten and on the floor, as I'm being pulled into him. There's no hesitation, no teeth colliding, just the perfect, hottest kiss I have ever had. Moaning, I shut the door with my foot and press my arousal into him. I somehow managed to get pinned to a wall as our hands explore each other's bodies and our kisses are only broken for the need of oxygen. Not above doing him right here and now, I finally find purchase in his sexy hair and pull causing a glorious moan to escape his throat. He ends it all too soon for my liking by pulling apart with his hands on my hips, rubbing circles on them, while he places his forehead against mine and says, "Hey Darlin'."

JPOV

That nearly killed me, finding the control to stop was dangerously difficult. Breathing heavy I get lost into those emerald eyes for what seems like an eternity, but I find my strength and manage to pull away, taking his hand in mine. "You ready to go babe?" Babe, what the fuck is wrong with me? This is our first date and I am already calling him babe? But strangely enough I like it.

Edward blinks a few times and answers breathlessly, "Yeah, lets get out of here."

He goes to get his coat and I pick my jacket up off the floor. After he locks up he reaches over and takes my hand, and I love how his hand feels in mine. Jesus, I am turning into suck a sap. What is this man doing to me? We get to my truck and I open his door for him. Wait, What?

Shaking it off, I smile at his corked eyebrow, "My Momma raised me to be a gentleman." He smiles with a wink and gets in. Attempting to gain my composure I close his door and walk over to my side and get in.

"So doctor, where are we going?" he asks with what appears to be sincere curiosity. Although I can't help but wonder if he's poking at my doctor title. Smug bastard, I've had a lot more schooling than he ever dreamed of. Brushing it off, I buckle my seatbelt and start the truck.

"I am taking you to dinner, then dancing and maybe if you are a good boy, back to my place." I finally answer after I pull out onto the road, taking his hand in mine. His smug grin causes me to wink and we fall into a comfortable silence to the restaurant.

I take him to a cozy Italian restaurant that I know and the food comes out perfect, just as I knew it would be. We discover that we had a lot more things in common besides our love of medicine. And no matter what the topic of conversation, it was laced with sexual intentos. We laugh and flirt shamelessly and good times are had by all.

Well, except for the one incident. I know the man looks good, and he knows it. Unfortunately, I was reminded of this when I went to the restroom, only to come back and find him flirting with the waiter, who is obviously flirting back. Hell yes, I'm fucking jealous! He's out with me, ME. So I not so shyly walk behind his chair and tilt his chin kissing him breathless, right there in front of the idiot. When I break the kiss, I smile smugly at the speechless waiter, who takes my debit card that I just handed him. He lets out a deep sigh and walks off, knowing that he just blew his tip for the table.

Edward clears his throat with a small blush, "Was that completely necessary?"

"When you're out with me?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

He just nods and takes my hand. "I'm sorry. Would you still like to go dancing?"

I ponder over the question for a little bit, letting him sweat it out. "It's still on the agenda, if you want it to be." I finally answer with a frown taking my debit card and receipt from the waiter.

"Having you pressed up against me; yeah, not going to pass that one up." He winks.

I complete the transaction for the meal, leaving fifty-cents for the waiter and grab my coat. "Shall we?"

Edward stands and pulls me into him and kisses me fucking breathless before he pulls back. "Let's go."

We don't get two steps out the restaurant door before he has me pinned to the damn building kissing me for what feels like hours. Drowning in my haze I start to call his name softly, which only causes moans, and my name to roll off his lips. Fuck I want him. But we're in fucking public.

"Edward." I finally manage, grabbing his hips and pushing him away slightly. Lust is clear in his eyes and I know they are reflecting mine. "Get in my truck, now."

I can hear him swallow at my tone and he shakes his head in agreement as he turns, taking my hand, and heads for the car. We break away and take a few moments to get control of ourselves before we get in.

Not wanting to take him back to my place just yet, I decide to stick with the plan and take him to the club. The truth of it being I was still pissed off about the waiter, and I needed some better vibes before I buried my dick inside of him. I needed to make sure he wanted this, wanted me. Though admittedly the sexual tension was still evident and we were making out like teenagers on every fucking red light from the restaurant to the club. Getting a few horn honks when I missed a cycle or two. Fuck, this man is going to make me blow my load if I can't slow this down.

When we park and step out of the truck he attacks me again and has me spread against the hood and I knew I was going to have to put a stop to this pace. "Edward."

"Hmmm, Jasper." He moans licking my neck.

"I want you." I whisper in his ear.

"Then lets not go in, lets just go back to your place." He mutters on my skin.

"No." I moan. "Not yet."

"You really need more foreplay?" he asks pulling away.

"I like dancing." I mutter. "And not just for foreplay." I clarify with a glare.

He pulls back and offers his hand, "It's your date, your plans."

"You'll enjoy this." I smile taking his hand, "I'll make it worth your while." I add walking past the waiting line and winking at the bouncer who lets us in without hesitation. I make my way to the bar and get us both something cold and put a small bar table between us in effort to give us some much needed space.

Several drinks later we are dancing in the corner of the dance floor with Edward's back pressed up against my chest with no space in between us. We are sweaty, hot and achingly hard. I grab his hips and we sway to the music as I press my very obvious hard on into his ass and I reach around and cup his rock hard cock, through his fuck hot jeans. I begin to rub him and I kiss along his ear down to his neck leaving open mouth kisses. When I get to his pulse point, I bite down on his neck, marking him mine. He hisses at first, but moans when I soothe the bite with my tongue. I spin him around, grab him around his neck and pull him to me, kissing him for all that I am worth. He moans into the kiss and grabs my ass, squeezing hard. It was my turn to moan and I begin to shamelessly rub my erection against his, causing both of us to hiss at the contact.

Reluctantly I force us to break away, because I am about to lose total control and fuck him right here on the dance floor. Needing to clear the lust induced haze, I decide to get us another round of drinks. Finding his ear, I whisper "I will be right back," and lick his canal just for a moment, causing an animalistic groan, before I walk off, adjusting myself as I fight for calm.

The line is short, and the waiter is trying to flirt but I'm not interested. I have the hottest man in the club and I am very close to taking him to my bed. Smiling with a clear mind, and our drinks in hand, I make my way back to my Edward. Hold up, did I just say my Edward? Fuck, what the fuck is he doing to me? This isn't me but a part of me is liking the feeling of calling him my Edward.

Making my way back to our small table, I set our drinks down and search for Edward on the dance floor, freeze in my spot the moment I lay eyes on him. That is him right? I'm only questioning because there is another guy wrapped around him, tonguing him and Edward is being a willing participate. Are you fucking kidding me? Pissed, my mind starts to filter through Ali's warnings. But damn, I've left the guy twice for less than five minutes each time, and both times he's found someone else. I knew he was a player but this is beyond ridiculous!

But that isn't all that gets my goat. For a second, a second I was letting this guy get to me. Thinking maybe he was interested in me, for me. Not my body, me. Frustrated, I decide it's time to put Ali's and my plan into action prematurely. Mainly because I can see myself falling for him, and I know I'll only wind up getting hurt. And I deserve a hell of a lot better than that. It's time to teach Edward Fucking Cullen his lesson.

With this mind set, I casually walk up to them and I just when I'm about to make myself known, Edward pushes the guy away from him. I knew at this point neither one of them have registered my presence so I clear my throat, raising my eyebrow at Edward. He blushes bright red and goes to reach out for me. Angry, and wanting him to know it, I side step him, and face the guy who dared to put his hands on my Edward. Edward steps in between us and puts his hands on both of our chests to push us apart, and avoid any physical violence. As if. He looks at me with that smug smile on his face and says, "Jasper, this is an old friend of mine, Alec and Alec this is my date, Jasper."

Alec's eyes go wide and he starts to laugh. "Seriously Edward, you're on a date? You don't date, you fuck and leave. Hell boy, you just let me put my hands on you, suck your face and you are here on a date? Think about it Edward."

I just stand there in agreement with this Alec guy, he's got a great point after all, "Yes Edward, why did you let him touch you, kiss you like that?"

Edward actually looks ashamed and I want to feel bad for him but I can't. He can't get away with this shit, especially not with me. Alec and I stand there waiting for a response from Edward and exchange hard looks. It's obvious to me though that this Alec guy would have never touched Edward, had he known. And I have to force myself from smiling when the man winks at me. I can't deny he's attractive, very attractive actually.

After several tense minutes Edward finally tries to answer us, "I'm sorry Jasper, I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what else to say. This is first time I have been out on a date in a really, really long time and I messed up. To my defense, I did push Alec away when I came to my senses, I had no idea you even seen us, so that should count for something right?"

Alec just shakes his head in disbelief and looks right at me, "When you are ready to be with a real man, call me Sugar." He hands me his number and kisses me, passionately. I return the kiss in a favor, kicking it up just a notch, bring my hands to his tight ass; all the while keeping my eyes on Edward who's clenching his jaw.

When I'm satisfied my point is made, I break the kiss and whisper, "Wow." In Alec's ear, pressing into him.

"Talk to you soon Sugar." He chuckles in my ear before he walks away and I pocket his number. Well you never know do you, and he is smokin' hot. I watch him walk away, adjusting myself as I enjoy the view before I bring my attention back to Edward who is just looking at me like I am crazy.

"What? You kissed him, so why can't he kiss me; jealous, Edward?" I ask, anger and annoyance etched all over my features.

Edward squares his shoulders and says, "You know what Jasper? Fuck you. I am who I am, and I like who I am. You knew my reputation but you wanted to go on a date with me anyway. I really wanted to go out with you on this date, but I can see now that it is a mistake."

He pushes past me but before he's completely out of my reach I grab his hand and turn him towards me. Looking into his eyes as I pull him to me and press myself up against him, "Are you saying you don't feel that connection between us Edward? That you don't want to be with me? Not just fucking me, but actually want to be with me. Tell me you don't feel that. Tell me you don't want to take that chance with me to see where this could go. Are you that into yourself, that self centered that you are incapable of allowing another person into your life?" his facial expression to my little pleading speech tells me what I already knew. Sighing to myself, I shake my head and let him go, "You will end up old, bitter, and alone Edward; if you don't give someone a chance. I was offering but you are obviously not interested." Defeated, I turn my back to him and without even a second glance I leave him there alone on the dance floor not even hearing my name from his lips once. Fuck him, I deserve so much better. Sighing to myself, I pull out Alec's number and tuck it safely in my wallet. Well, maybe the night wasn't a complete waste of time.

Well…I hope that was worth the wait…don't hurt me. I will update very soon. Did you honestly think these two would be having sex that easily? This is Jasper and Edward we are talking about. *smirks*

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