A/N: SM owns all things Twilight.

Edward

Sunday afternoon I was supposed to meet Emmett at Sluggers to watch the Mariners and the Yankees. He was running late as usual. I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. I stared absently at the big screen in front of me barely noticing the race cars as they made laps around the track. My mind was somewhere else. Bella. I smiled faintly as I took a sip from my beer and recounted the last twenty four hours.

I awoke Saturday morning sprawled out naked across Bella's bed. I ran my hand through my hair and tried to focus in on my surroundings. My watch was on her night stand, I picked it up- 7:15. I looked over my shoulder at the empty spot next to me and realized I was alone. Had she panicked and left in the middle of the night? No, we were at her house. She wouldn't run away from her own house. Would she? I tucked a pillow under my arm and leaned back on my elbow before staring up at the ceiling. Every now and then my eyes would scan the room noticing the decorative touches that were uniquely Bella. The walls were painted a soft yellow color and served as the backdrop for several pieces of contemporary art work. However her furniture was very traditional. There was a mahogany dresser in the corner with a large ornate mirror on top. The wood matched the platform around the bed. The bed. The bed where I had a dick shattering orgasm. My body was still smoldering from her touch, her mouth, her heat. I could feel all the blood leaving my brain and making its way south.

I cleared my throat. "Bella," I called.

No answer.

Her bathroom door was slightly ajar but I didn't hear any running water. Where the fuck was she? I sat up and looked at to the empty side of the bed again but this time I noticed a piece of paper had fallen off her pillow.

Out of eggs. Want to make good on my promise. Ran to store. Be back soon.

B.

I smiled. I couldn't believe she got up early to get eggs to make me breakfast. I was actually just teasing about breakfast. She didn't owe me anything. I sighed. I wished she was here, right now in my arms, mainly so that she could help relieve my throbbing erection but I also missed her. I wonder if she knew just how much she meant to me. I'm sure she thought I was possessed or maybe obsessed is more accurate after I told her that no one else could touch her. But she was just as caught up as I was not wanting another woman to touch me either. I scanned the floor looking for my pants when I realized they were in her living room. The couch. Damn. I would never look at that couch the same way again. I got up from the bed and walked into her bathroom to splash water on my face when I noticed a washcloth and matching bath towel on the counter along with an unopened toothbrush. I smiled.

After I brushed my teeth, I headed to the living room to get my clothes. I was bending over picking up my pants when she walked through the front door.

"Wow! I think I could get used to coming home to a naked man in my living room," she laughed.

Her hair was in a pony tail, her face scrubbed free of make up and she wore a t-shirt with running shorts and a pair of tennis shoes. She was so fucking beautiful. I dropped my clothes on the floor and stalked towards her.

"No, no, I've got to fix breakfast!" she shrieked as she tried to dodge me. Just as the bag of groceries she carried hit the kitchen counter I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me.

"You were gone," I said kissing her neck.

"D-d-didn't you get my note," she stuttered. Her head fell back giving me even more access to her neck.

"Yes, I still didn't like waking up alone," I pretended to pout.

She kissed my lips. "Poor baby. Well, I'm here now," She looked down at my erection. "How about I fix us some breakfast and then I'll help you with that," she smirked.

"No, breakfast can wait," I growled picking her up and kissing her hard.

We had sex against on the kitchen counter and again in the shower before we finally emerged to eat breakfast. We lay together on her couch, watched t.v. and talked for most of the morning before taking a nap. We woke up had sex again on the couch, it was by far my most favorite piece of furniture in her house, and ordered Chinese take out for lunch. After watching a four hour CSI marathon, I reluctantly decided it was time to leave. We had been together twenty four hours straight and the thought of being without her for even a second made my heart hurt.

"So," I sighed after she had walked me to the door. "This was- I had an absolutely amazing time. I really enjoyed being with you, Bella," I held her hands and pulled her in for a hug. She squeezed me tightly and held on for a while before pulling away.

When she looked up at me her beautiful brown eyes were glassy and she had a smile plastered on her face.

"I enjoyed spending time with you too. Everything was incredible," she said softly.

We stood there and stared at each other as if this was our final goodbye and we'd never see each other again. And I knew instantly we were both thinking about the same thing. That fucking case.

I sighed. "Does that mean I get a second date," I asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Anytime," she smiled a genuine smile and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

I placed my hands on the side of her face and kissed her lips softly and then with a little more passion. I kissed her forehead and promised to call her soon. I had tried to get some work done after I left her house and again this morning but I couldn't get her off my mind.

"Earth to dipshit,"

Leave it to Emmett to bring me back to reality. I was so deep in thought, I hadn't realized he had sat down next to me.

"You're late," I frowned and took another sip of my beer.

"Not my fault" he replied as he ordered his own beer. Of course not. Nothing was ever his fault.

"Enlighten me," I challenged.

"I ran into an old friend of yours," he said solemnly.

I could tell by his tone that it was obviously someone who was not on my friends and family list.

I raised an eyebrow. "So, do I even want to know?"

He sighed. "Probably not,"

"Will you just fucking tell me already," I started to get annoyed.

"Tanya," He took a swig from his beer and frowned.

"What?!" Surely he was mistaken. I left Tanya behind five years ago in Chicago. What the hell was she doing in Seattle.

"I know! I thought I was fucking hallucinating but then she came over to me with that whiny ass voice acting all excited to see me," Emmett frowned. He was never really a fan of Tanya's but after the incident with Paul he really hated her.

"Get the fuck out of here! What is she doing in Seattle?" I asked not really giving a shit

but still curious.

"She just accepted a job here. She fucking lives in Seattle now,"

Bella

I stared blankly at the computer screen and sighed. I missed Edward. After our date Friday he spent the night and most of the day on Saturday. In just a short twenty four hour period I had gotten completely attached to him. My house just seemed so empty withouthim. Everywhere I looked reminded me of him. Especially my couch. When we got back to my house Friday night he was concerned I would have another morning after meltdown so, to prove my intentions I wasted no time once we got inside. I hadn't planned to take him on the couch but my room just seemed too far away.

His mouth on my body was the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever known. After tasting myself on his mouth I felt this surge of animalistic lust course through my body and I wanted to wrap my mouth around him. Jacob was the only other person I'd ever given a blow job. It was his birthday and apparently I wasn't very good at it because he told me I never had to do it again. But with Edward it was pure instinct. I felt so in tune with his body, we complimented each other perfectly. It turned me on to knowing I had the power to please him.

I loved the way he moaned when I sucked his tongue, the way he growled as I grinded my hips against him and the way he hissed when he plunged inside of me. But the most beautiful sound to ever leave his mouth was the way he said my name when he found his release. I squirmed in my chair as the dull ache between my legs, which had been present since his departure, started to subside and was replaced by an increasing dampness. I was five minutes away from a masturbation marathon when a familiar ring tone startled me.

I answered just as the phone was about to go to voice mail.

"Oh my god, is he still there?" She whispered as if he could hear her.

I laughed. "No Alice, he left last night," I sighed.

"Last night? What the hell! Why didn't you call me? And why do you sound. . .sad? Oh, my god you didn't want him to leave. You totally wanted him to stay and be your love slave!" she shrieked.

I hung up the phone and answered it on the first ring when she called back.

"Isabella don't make me come over there! What is your problem?!"

"I'm pathetic and lonely. I should be working on a case but instead I'm sitting here daydreaming about him," I pouted.

Alice laughed. "I take it the date went well?"

"It was amazing! He took me to Montepulciano's for dinner-,"

"Wait, I thought they were closed for renovations,"

"They are. We had the entire restaurant to ourselves. It was so romantic, the food was incredible, the conversation was wonderful and at the end of dinner he played me a song," I knew I sounded lovesick and I didn't care.

"Wait, played you a song, like what on a jukebox?" Alice laughed.

"No! On a piano. He can play the piano. It was absolutely indescribable, I was so turned on that I almost straddled him on the piano bench!"

There was a stunned silence on the other end.

"Alice?" I called.

"He played the piano for you?" she whispered again. "What did he play?"

"Clair de Lune. After I almost attacked him, we left the restaurant and came back to my place and he left last night and I've been depressed ever since,"

"Okay, first of all you need therapy but we can talk about that later. Right now you need to dish and give me details! What exactly were you doing with this man for twenty four hours straight?" Alice giggled.

"A little of this and a little of that," I teased. "Mostly that,"

"You had wild, hot sex all over your house didn't you?" she accused.

"Not all over- just the couch, my bed, my kitchen, the shower and the couch again,"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Bella's got a boyfriend, Bella's got a boyfriend," she sang like we were in eighth grade.

"Shut it, Alice. He's not my boyfriend. . .I don't think. Although he did go a little caveman on me and tell me no one else was allowed to touch me," I confessed.

"What?! And while you're wearing a chastity belt , what is he doing?"

"He said I was the only one who could touch him,"

"Bella's got a boyfriend, Bella's got a boyfriend," she sang again.

"You are an idiot," I laughed. Then I thought about the case and sighed deeply.

"Something's going to go wrong," I said.

"Bella! You are not supposed to put negative things out in the universe," she chastised.

I stood, stretched and walked out of my home office to grab a bottle of water.

"We have to face off in court in two weeks,"

"So, isn't that what got things started between the two of you in the first place?" Alice asked.

I opened the refrigerator and stared inside. "Yes, but this is different. Actually it's an appeal for the same case. Something strange is going on and I don't think it's going to be pretty," I closed the refrigerator and opened the freezer deciding on the pint of Chunky Monkey instead of water.

"Have you talked about it? I mean, what will happen after the case?"

"No, it's a taboo subject. We don't talk about work when we're together," I shoved a spoonful of frozen heaven in my mouth.

"Well, that sounds like a good thing. Keep work at work, right?"

"Yeah. I guess," I swallowed audibly.

"So, is this just an exclusive sex buddy or do you want more?" Alice asked quietly.

"Alice you already know the answer to that question,"

"What about him? Is he just trying to keep your body to himself or does he also seem interested in more?"

I leaned over the counter and continued to eat my ice cream.

"He seems interested. He- he um-," I lost my train of thought when I realized I was leaning over in the exact same spot and the exact same position where he had plunged deep inside of me after I returned home from the store.

"He- um what?" Alice asked impatiently.

"Sorry, I was having a major flashback. What were we talking about again?"

"You have really got it bad. Do you think this is someone you could have a future with? I mean do you even want that?" She asked cautiously.

"Do I want a future?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, marriage, kids. . . that kind of future. I know you didn't with Jake. I'm just wondering if you feel differently,"

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe," I said softly. I hadn't really thought about things between Edward and I going that far. But I could definitely get used to falling asleep in his arms every night, cooking breakfast together, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence and of course sex on demand.

I allowed Alice to interrogate me for a few more minutes before I hung up the phone. I really needed to get some work done. I was meeting with Mr. Jenks in the morning and I needed to be prepared. I couldn't believe he neglected to tell me that he was gay! Hello, that is kind of important when your ex-wife catches you in the act and then says you tried to kill her. It all seemed totally plausible to me now. Maybe Edward was right, maybe he really was guilty.

Shit. It was happening already. I was allowing my desire for this man to influence my judgment and potentially wreck havoc on my career. We should probably cool things off until the case was over. Nah, I don't think I'd survive without his lips that long. Or maybe if we went public with our relationship we would both be taken off the case because of the conflict of interest. Nah, we'd probably also be fired.

There just had to be a way to have our cake and eat it too. I wondered if Edward was somewhere over thinking things also. Probably not. I had to focus on something else. I sat down on my couch and started flipping channels until my mind replayed all of the things that were done on this very piece of furniture.

I screamed and threw down the remote. I was going to have to break my own rule. We needed to talk and decide how we were going to handle things after this trial was over. I needed to know whether or not he would still be there, would he still want me. I'd rather deal with the pain now instead of later. I didn't want to allow myself to fall any harder for him if he was going to end up leaving me. I decided I would stop by his office tomorrow to discuss some professional courtesies and slip in a few personal questions of my own.

Now that I had a plan, I felt much better. I was certain everything was going to be just fine.

End Notes: Any bets on what's about to happen next? :-) BTW, I'm thinking about starting another story for outtakes from this story. The first one will be Emmett's run in with Tanya. Wouldn't you just love to be a fly on the wall for that one?