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I raced around my apartment trying to pick up and straighten things, although there wasn't much to do. It was small space and I was a relatively clean person. I swept up the floor quickly, and went to the bathroom to check myself out. My hair had been up during my shift at work, but I let it down. My shirt had some crumbs on it, but my jeans were fine. I switched out my tee shirt for a clean one. I got an orange out of the fridge and took a paper towel and sat back down on the couch and continued to watch Jurassic Park while I ate it. I was just throwing out the rinds when there was a knock on the door. I jumped and stubbed my toe against the counter.
"Ow! Fuck!" I swore, as I hobbled over to the door, peering through the peephole. Of course it was Edward, and he knocked again, making me bang my head on the door, "GOD DAMNED ASS BALL TWAT!"
"Sorry!" I heard through the door, massaging my head. I was able to unlock it and swing it open, and hit Edward all in one movement, "Ow! Hey!"
"That was for making me stub my toe and hit my head! How'd you get up here anyway? You sneaky bastard I was expecting you to ring the bell to be let in."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Or make you hurt yourself. One of your neighbors was coming out when I was coming in. I didn't think it'd cause such a problem," he frowned a little.
"I'm sorry I hit you, bad reaction. Come in, I mean if you still want to," I moved over and opened the door wider. He stepped in and I swung the door shut, locking it behind him.
"Wow," he said looking around the walls, "Did you make all of these?"
"Not all of them, some of them are prints I bought. I spent a lot of time trying to get it just so."
"It's fantastic," he said moving closer to the wall, inspecting them closer.
"Thanks," I blushed a bit, no one had ever really took such an interest in my decorating before. We spent a moment of silence both of us looking at my walls, admiring what was on them. Suddenly I noticed Edward was holding a paper bag.
"Do you want me to take that?" I asked softly gesturing to the bag in his hand. He looked at me for a moment, breaking his concentration.
"Oh right, no, thanks, that's ok. I actually should get to cooking right?" He smiled at me and starting moving towards the kitchen.
"Right," I smiled, "What can I help with?"
"No, no, no help, I'm doing this for you. Just show me where everything is and then you just rest."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, if I need any help I'll be sure to let you know."
"Okay…" I said and then showed him around the kitchen, which only took a moment really, there wasn't much there.
"Perfect. Now you just relax," He grinned at me pointing at the couch.
"If you're sure."
"Oh I'm sure. Really. Take a load off."
"Okay, but if you need anything at all.."
"I will let you know immediately," He nodded his head definitely. I nodded my head feebly and went to sit down. I turned off the TV and sat in the chair, with my book out. I wasn't particularly able to pay attention. I was too busy watching Edward in the kitchen, listening to him hum as he went along. It was mesmerizing. Soon the smell of roasting potatoes filled the air. He was currently cutting up some vegetables; peppers, tomatoes, zucchini, and squash. There were thin pieces of chicken breast marinating in a bowl next to the stove. Some tomato juice squirted out across his thumb, which he promptly put in his mouth and sucked off. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip as I stared at him. Something so simple should not be so sexy. Snap out of it! I shook my head and tried, unsuccessfully, to get back to my book.
Instead of just staring at him, I decided I should actually speak to him, "What's that you're humming?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't even realize. I didn't mean to distract you," He said, turning his attention to me for a moment, flashing me an apologetic smile.
"Oh no, don't apologize. I was enjoying it. Besides, the delicious smells are really what's distracting me." Not to mention the delicious looking man cooking.
He grinned, "Oh it's just something I've been working on. A piano piece. It's been in my head for days, but it's just not quite done yet. Something's missing," He said, placing the bits of chicken into a pan on the stove. I assumed the pan had been warming there, as it started sizzling immediately.
"I know what you mean. Sometimes as great as things are, something is just off, and you can't quite put your finger on it. Can I hear it when you finish it? Besides, now that I've seen your guitar skills first hand I feel the need to complete the picture. I want to enjoy the wide variety of musical talents you possess."
"Alright, but you do realize that requires you take a trip to my apartment. I can't exactly tote around my piano."
"I think I can handle that," I paused before I spoke again, "How's the cooking coming? Need any help?"
"You are supposed to be relaxing missy," He said shaking a spoon at me.
"Did you really just call me missy?" I couldn't help but laugh, "And I'm just getting antsy. I'm not used to having someone take care of me like this."
He pouted briefly as I laughed at him, "Ahhh I see. The conundrum of the independent woman."
I snorted, "And what would you know about being an independent woman?"
"Truthfully, nothing," He shrugged sheepishly, "As I am clearly not one myself, and I can't say I've ever really dated one. I just assume its difficult letting someone else do things for you when you're so used to doing them yourself. You want to enjoy it, but you somehow feel bad about it, and you have a difficult time fighting the urge to intervene."
"That's actually pretty spot on," I nodded, "So you see why it's so difficult for me to be spoiled like this."
"Spoiled?" He raised an eyebrow. " This is not spoiling by any means. Consider this a gesture. A romantic one even, if you're willing." His voice got a bit softer towards the end, and his gaze went downwards. It was as if he were afraid of my rejection, although how that thought could even cross his mind is beyond me.
"I can accept a romantic gesture," I said, a bit louder than he spoke, but still in soft tones. I blushed a bit and his face lit up, "But I'm still antsy."
"Well then I suppose it's a good thing dinner is almost ready," He grinned at me.
I let out a heavy sigh, "I guess so, since clearly there is nothing you'll have me do." He just nodded his head in response. I huffed once more, and turned my attention back to my book, actually reading it this time. Edward started humming again.
I was able to contain myself until dinner was ready. As we ate, I couldn't help but gush at how delicious everything was, scolding him for only referring to himself as a decent cook. He responded simply by saying that hunger is always the best cook. Eating dinner together like was nice. Really nice. It felt natural. Edward seemed to be enjoying himself as well. After dinner, he even insisted on cleaning up, despite my protests.
"My mother always said the best way to win a girl over is to be able to cook and clean for her, instead of depending on it being the other way around."
"I'm sure that being an attractive musician doesn't hurt either."
I let Edward do the dishes, but I insisted on drying them. He agreed, but only on the condition that I would show him some more of my photographs after we finished. To say he was impressed by my work was an understatement. He insisted that I could be a professional, and said that he (assuming the other guys agreed) would love for me to get some shots of the band. To take some of the attention off of me, I showed Edward some of my babies. I was sure he didn't understand half of what I was saying about the lenses, the shutter speeds, aperture, and focus, but he was attentive none the less. He seemed nearly as enthusiastic about the topic as I was, which was pretty impressive, considering how passionate I am about the topic. As we talked about the differences between film and digital photography, we moved closer and closer together on the couch. Thankfully my cameras had been put safely down, because somehow my body was moving out of my control. As my lips pressed into his, my albums tumbled to the floor in front of us, but I was currently too engrossed in Edward to give them a second thought.
My hands found their way across his body. One ended up in his hair while the other was caressing his arm, who's hand was at my waist. His other stray hand was cupping my face as our kiss went deeper, each of us exploring the other's mouth. I couldn't help but let out a low moan into his mouth. In reaction to that, his hand grasped my side tighter. I had no idea where this aggressive passion was coming from, I was never one to make moves like this, but I didn't care. I knew this was the right thing to be doing this exact moment.
I reluctantly pulled away, staring into Edward's green eyes. Our eyes remained locked as we adjusted, so that I was no longer overpowering him. We snuck in a couple of soft, teasing kisses as we sat as equals. Both of his hands began caressing my sides. As much as I willed his hands to go underneath my shirt, longing for the skin contact, I knew that would be rushing things. I was busy myself, running my fingers across his chest, then down to his stomach and back again.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," he whispered in my ear, "They're mesmerizing."
"You're one to talk," I mumbled as he slowly leaned me back, his mouth pressing against mine again.
After another moment, he pulled away, "We should stop. I mean, I want to but.."
I nodded my head, "I know. You're right," I sat up properly again, kissed him softly one last time and adjusted my shirt, feeling self-conscious, "We could watch a movie or something," I offered, "Unless you have to go." He shook his head.
"A movie sounds great."
The two of us went through my DVDs, and we ending up agreeing on Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. I grabbed a throw off of my bed, and we cuddled together on the couch. Under the blanket there was an electric charge between Edward and I, but neither of us acknowledged it. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew the light from outside was shining through my window waking me up. My eyelids fluttered open, and I blinked several times, not enjoying the light that was now in my face. At first I couldn't figure out how I ended up how I had been sleeping. I wasn't exactly comfortable, in fact parts of me were sore, but before I moved I looked over and there was Edward, still asleep. This wasn't exactly how I had pictured our first night together.
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