a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.

Word Prompts: Agreed, proceed, succeed*

Choose one word and write what your imagination dictates. For an added challenge, include all three words in your entry.

*These are the same characters from Puddle and takes place a month later.

"Where were we?" I looked up and saw Edward had finished his call. We had been talking about my father while I shut down the bar. Edward paused the conversation to take a call from his workaholic colleague. The week must have been tough because it was one of those times when one or two drinks weren't enough. We'd been talking all night and I knew he was going to stay until I was finished work.

"I was telling you one of my dad's elaborate fishing tales. Why you like those stories is beyond me."

"I love all your stories, Miss Swan. Please proceed," he said with a wave of his hand. His lids were a little heavy and his eyes slightly glassy. Those eyes were undressing me. He was tipsy and flirty and edible. I grinned back at him and took his empty glass.

"Next time. It's time for me to go home," I told him as I returned his credit card and receipt. His forehead wrinkled and he actually pouted. His red, wet bottom lip poked out as he reached for his wallet to return his card. I wanted to suck on that lip.

"How do you get home," he asked while he signed his name.

"Taxi," I replied.

"I'll take you home. Meet me out front when you're finished up," he said as he swiftly eased off the stool and headed for the door. Sneaky bastard. He knew that stunned me momentarily and didn't give me a chance to respond. Was I going to let him take me home? I teased the idea of straddling Edward on top of the slate-topped bar pretty much daily. Hourly. But following through with my desires was different. I genuinely liked him and wanted to mount him bareback but he couldn't see this as a one-nighter for me. I wanted multiple-nighters.

After I told Alice about my awaiting ride home, she volunteered to finish cleaning up. I informed her I had no plans to cross certain lines tonight but she just laughed and told me to "seize the night." I walked outside, inhaling the crisp, cool air. There was a sleek, black town car idling in front of the bar with the door open and exhaust fumes billowing. I could see Edward's long legs from where I stood. He was sitting in the seat behind the driver. Clutching my coat tighter, I took a few tentative steps towards the car and peered in. He had his head leaned back against the headrest with his eyes closed. This made his neck stretch sinfully. His jaw and Adam's apple begging to be nipped. Did he pass out? How could I be level headed when six feet of pleasure was silently beckoning me?

"You coming," he said suddenly. He didn't open his eyes but he smirked at his words. This was dangerous. I wanted him. Badly. But I couldn't do this tonight. I wanted more. My mind was racing. His eyes opened then and he turned his head to the right so he could look at me.

"Bella, it's just a ride home."

I narrowed my eyes playfully, shook my head at him and got inside. The car was toasty even with the door being open while he waited for me. I told the driver my address and settled back against the seat. Edward was staring at me with those heavy eyes. He pulled my hand into my lap and removed my glove. Once the barrier was gone, he held my hand and closed his eyes again. I took this opportunity to twist a little in my seat so I could brazenly stare at him. He got to hold my hand. I got to stare. He might not have been dozing but he was close. His breaths were long and slow. Lips puffy and parted. I felt tipsy and I never drink on the job. As I continued to watch him, the heat in the car thickened. We pulled up to my apartment and the engine cut off.

"I'm not sleeping with you," I blurted out.

His eyes flashed to mine and he grinned. "I know. I didn't think I would be successful attempting that. We're built for more, don't you think?" Again he stunned me and didn't give me a chance to respond. He got out of the car and came to my door. I needed to throw him off guard.

"Well," I looked at him coyly as I exited. He was close enough that I could smell his skin. "I'm hoping you'll succeed one day." His mouth dropped a little and I started for the stairs to my apartment. I was pleased with my comeback until I heard his footsteps behind me.

I whipped around. "I didn't mean today."

He couldn't stop smiling. He licked his lips and said, "I know. I'm walking you to your door."

"Oh." I climbed the stairs slowly but didn't reach for my keys. I reached the door and paused. I could feel him right behind me. I knew if I turned around, he would kiss me. It's just one of those things a woman knows instinctively. A fire-hot man walks you to the door in the breezy night. Whiskey on his breath. Pupils large. He's kissing you. I could turn around or I could pull my keys out of my pocket and put a closing door between us as I say goodnight.

I turn around.

He closes the distance quickly and holds my face with both hands. I let my hands fall against his solid chest to remain balanced and upright. His head tilts down as mine tilts up and then those glorious lips find their target. This kiss isn't frantic but it explodes the sexual tension we've been building for months. This kiss is paralyzing. We achingly hold the kiss until his lips move against mine slowly and his tongue teases my mouth open. When he moves to capture my top lip with his full mouth, I pull his bottom lip into mine. I suck a little harder and his groan vibrates every inflamed cell in my body. If I felt tipsy in the car from merely staring at him while he held my hand, I was completely intoxicated when one hand left my face, slid down my side and pushed my coat away. His lips didn't stop their sensual assault as that one rogue hand stopped in between my waist and hip. He tucked under my shirt, blazing my skin, as his full palm moved across my lower back and pulled me impossibly closer. My hands decided to leave his chest, journey over his shoulders, pit stop along his neck, and find their final resting place in his hair. I let the silky strands make love to my fingers and moaned at the sensations and anguish coursing through my body. I couldn't sleep with him. Not tonight. Not when I knew I wanted more. But one day…

I was on my tiptoes at this point because my body remembered that it wanted to mount him. A passerby wouldn't be able to tell where he ended and I began. My lips and tongue protested but I stopped their dance with Edward's mouth. I still held on to him though and kept his face close. We were breathing each other in with our panting but I muttered a promise. "One day." Two short breaths. "Soon". His breaths were heavier and quicker. I felt his lips smile against mine. "Agreed. Soon." His lips puckered on the last word and I kissed him once more.

We started to painfully untangle ourselves. It felt unnatural to pull away. When the only thing physically connecting us were our hands, he spoke again.

"Have dinner with me tomorrow."

"I work."

"Then have a late dinner with me. The city never sleeps."

He didn't wait for a response. He started down the stairs for his car. He knew he had answer. He turned around to look at me before getting inside. Tasting his lower lip, he lightly smirked and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."