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Summary:

The stakes are high for our favorite bad girl, Bella Swan, as she takes on a challenging bet from her closest friends. How much will it take for Bella to turn Prudeward into a member of the Dark Side? Follow our favorite characters as their lives intertwine and mold into a new and beautiful relationship. AU/AH Lemons Definitely some OOC. A collaboration between Luvrofink and Chartwilightmom.

Beta'd by Linsadair who wants Edward to take her on a date for dancing.

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Chapter Ten: The Bad Girl Bella: Put On Your Dancing Shoes

Instead of corrupting Edward, I've turned into one of those fucking squealing girls, who just got asked on a date by their dream guy.

Problem is, I think I just fucking did. Edward is pretty close. He is gorgeous, smart, and most importantly, can make my body sing.

Now, if I can just get him tatted and inked.

Oh. My. Fuck. A Date.

"Alice, you better fucking call me back, as soon as you fucking finish fucking Jasper," I yell into the phone while leaving her a voice mail.

I change into my yoga pants and a tank then I pace in my bedroom. Ten minutes later, my cell phone rings.

"Tomorrow, sweetie. Keep your panties on. That's if you are wearing any," Alice coos. She's right; I'm not wearing any.

I hang up, jumping up and down, excited that I am going on a fucking date! A date with Edward Masen.

Whoa.

A date.

With Edward.

Oh fuck.

I sink back onto my bed. What have I done?

Shut up, you stupid cunt. He likes you, you like him. Let him take you out.

Shut up! Stupid inner monologue.

I'm so fucking excited and I can't fucking sleep. What the fuck and I'm I going to do? I need something to relax me. A hot bath. With bubbles. And some music.

I grab my iPod, portable speakers and head the bathroom. I fill the tub and add strawberry bubble bath. I set my iPod up and select a special playlist that consist of Nina, Van Morrison, Debussy and some Mozart.

I strip and sink into the tub, immediately closing my eyes and relaxing. My mind wanders and my hands start to roam over my body to thoughts of Edward.

We are in the woods. I'm leaning up against a tree. Edward approaches me, his body movements are confident. He reaches me and forcefully pushes me set against the tree, flushing his body against mine.

He gently kisses me, while placing his hands on my hips, rubbing his hard cock on my stomach. I take his hand and move it lower to my pants, and guide underneath. He finally moves his hand lower without my guidance, gasping against my skin when he finds my bare pussy.

"Damn, Bella. Are you fucking bare?"

"It makes it easier when I wear leather pants. And you know my fondness for not wearing underwear," I explain.

"Why, yes, I believe I do," Edward purrs.

He continues his path, ghosting my sex, feeling every part of me before moving his virgin hands to my juicy pussy.

He doesn't take long to place his fingers in the right place, swiping me back and forth, and grazing my swollen bud. He sighs and slips a finger into my dripping folds. I moan and tighten my grip. He senses it's the right direction and adds a finger.

"Oh, God," Edward mumbles.

"Just keep….going….Edward…that's fan…tas….tic," I stutter.

He continues, increasing his rhythm, and brings his mouth back to mine. I moan and yell into his mouth as he makes me come on his fingers.

He slowly moves his fingers as I come down, and then removes his hand, instantly inserting his fingers into his mouth to taste. So fucking hot.

After pleasuring myself to thoughts of Edward pleasuring me, I'm completely relaxed. I finish my bath, towel off, dress and head to bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Monday at school, I hound Alice before she promises me that we will discuss and plan after school at my house.

So after school, I'm standing in my bedroom with clothes all over the place, and Alice on my fucking bed giving me "no" on every fucking dress in my wardrobe.

"That's it, we have to go shopping," Alice insists.

"Oh, no. Edward said that I would not have to go shopping."

"Don't worry," Alice pauses standing walking over to the laptop on my desk. "We can knock this out in ten minutes and Charlie's credit card."

And wouldn't you fucking know it, ten minutes later and too much money on Charlie's card later, I have a new outfit being shipped to the house.

"Great, now that I have an outfit, I need to figure out how to go on a fucking date," I propose.

"Nothing to worry about. You're hot, and he likes you. All we need is the right underwear, or none at all, and the rest will fall into place," Alice explains.

The rest of the week of school is different. Edward and I keep to our normal demeanor of hating each other publicly. But there are moments that I know that he is thinking about me. During AP Lit, we exchange notes, filled with promises of what a great date Friday will be.

Then during my study hour on Wednesday, Edward accidentally bumps into me in the library, as I am roaming the outer aisles, giving me a mini-make-out session that leaves us breathless and wanting.

Friday arrives, and I rush home after school for a quick shower. Once I arrived at my house, I realized I'm so worked up, that I will never calm down enough for this date. I grab my Patron hiding in my closet and take two shots before hopping into the shower.

I let the hot water relax my muscles as the Patron helps from the inside. As I enter my room, to find Alice on my bed, I'm relaxed and can concentrate on getting ready for my date.

Alice found me a most wonderful dress to wear tonight. It is a deep purple dress, silk chiffon with a sweetheart neckline with attached crystal crescents and a drop back exposing almost everything to my waistline. I twirl several times, feeling as though I am in a movie.

Alice pairs my dress with shiny black rhinestone studded stiletto heels with an ankle strap. She finishes me off with deep purple makeup, soft but alluring, and my hair flowing down my back in simple curls with the front pulled back in jeweled clips.

I'm so nervous when Alice finishes that she gives me two more shots of Patron to help calm me down.

"Quit fucking worrying. You'll do fine," Alice reassures me.

"I don't know if I can fucking do this, Alice. I'm not the dating type of girl."

"Of course you are. Every girl is the dating type of girl. Just fucking relax."

The doorbell rings, and I think I'm going to jump out my fucking skin. I barrel downstairs to answer the door, only to find Edward, grinning from ear to ear and gasping when he sees me.

"Hi," I breathlessly answer the door.

"Hi," Edward stammers back.

I take a moment to drink Edward in. He is handsome, wearing a dark charcoal suit, and a deep purple silk tie. I turn and look at Alice, who is at the bottom of the stairs watching us like a proud parent. She winks at me and I smile back.

He escorts me to his car, and drives us off to our destination. He heads out of town, heading to Port Angeles.

"Where are we going?" I ask flashing him a sweet smile and batting my eyelashes.

"It's a surprise," he quickly responds.

I huff and cross my arm, pouting like a fucking two year old that has been turned down asking for ice cream.

When the car stops in front of The Savoy, my mouth hangs open. How did he know?

I think I'm going to fucking lose it. I love swing dancing; it is a secret passion of mine. I was so happy recently when I was able to wiggle a free lesson card from Charlie that he received as a gift from Mrs. Robinson, a client. The only time I ever get to practice is with Alice, and she hates dancing swing with me. She is more of your grind and booty drop girl.

"Edward," I gasp as he exits and the valet opens my door.

"Yes, Bella? I hope you don't mind, just dinner and dancing."

"No," I answer linking my arm into his. I'm in heaven.

He leads us in, checks our coats, and mentions the reservations to the hostess. He escorts me to our table with his hand on my lower back, sending more tingles through my body.

The Savoy is just as I remembered when I came here for my swing dancing lessons. Dimly lit, dark curtains covering the walls, small round tables laid out to surround the walnut dance floor. The focus of the room is at the end of the dance floor, the live band. They are about half the size of a full orchestra, with a piano, more percussions and a microphone staged right in front.

We sit, order dinner and have lively conversation, talking about music and cars and my Lola. I'm amazed by Edward's knowledge of cars but not shocked when I find out that he has never ridden a bike. I make a mental note to teach Edward to ride. Once dinner is complete and the music is becoming louder, he leans in and asks me to dance.

Edward leads me to the dance floor holding my hand up, like a perfect gentleman while I wiggle myself in time with the music.

Once we are in position with me close to his body, he swings us around the dance floor, holding me close then letting go of my body, but never letting go of my hand. He is a perfect dancer. Something I never thought about Edward before. I just assumed since he was so straight laced, that he wouldn't know how to dance. I was wrong.

He twirls me, he jives and dips me, making me thankful that I opted for lacey boy shorts tonight instead of a thong or no panties at all. I'm lost to the music, in his trance, while he moves us around the dance floor, amazed at how well work together.

Edward ends each dance by pausing to bow to me and kiss my hand, each time making me swoon even more for him. By the end of the evening, we are both breathless and grinning like fools.

The last song starts to play, and it's a slow one. Edward draws me closer to his body and cradles me. I inhale his unique scent, a combination of manly musk and a cool splash of cologne. He keeps us in time with music, swaying us back and forth, all the while keeping one hand on my lower back, moving his thumb up and down on my bare skin.

Once the song slowly comes to an end, he takes our entwined hands that are resting on his chest, and uses them to raise my head to look at his eyes. He leans in and gently kisses me on the lips, sending a fire through my body.

As much as I want to deepen the kiss and take him out back to fuck him properly, I don't, knowing that this is not the right place. We retrieve our coats and we exit hand in hand. Once we are back in Forks, I sigh, realizing that our magical evening is almost over.

We stop in front of my house. I look over to him and smile at him seductively. I hope he understands what he needs to do next. And he does.

Edward slides across the seat and wraps his arms around my body to pull me closer. He places one hand on my cheek and caresses it with his fingertips. I can't wait anymore so I put my hand in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I smile as our lips meet and groan while we kiss.

He deepens the kiss, licking my bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. For someone that has never kissed before, he certainly has gotten very good in a short amount of time.

His hands roam over my body while we kiss, and my fingers ghost over his neck before lacing through his hair, and tightening as he inches closer to the edge of my dress. He slowly slips his fingers over my overheated skin. I hear him gasp when he reaches the edge of my lacey boy shorts. He doesn't take it any farther, which I am sure is a product of his inexperience. Something I intend to fucking rectify sooner rather than later.

I'm not sure how long we make out, but once we stop, the windows are completely fucking fogged. He kisses me sweetly once more before exiting the car to come around to let me out. Edward escorts me to the front door and kisses me once more.

"Hey, what are you doing Wednesday night?" I ask.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, kissing me on my cheek and neck. "Hopefully more of this," he mumbles against my skin.

"Would you like to do something 'fun' with me?" I ask.

"I'm sure anything that we would do together would be fun, Bella."

"Great, pick me up at eight," I instruct and lean up to kiss him one more time.

He walks away, but I'm not sure how since the boy has raging boner. Hmm, going to have to take care of that sometime soon.

I put the key in the lock, and turn and enter, peaking out the window to watch him get into his car and drive off.

"Now, that was a date," I sigh to myself.

"Who did you go out with on a date, Bells?" Charlie states from the kitchen.

Oh shit.

I walk to the kitchen and see Charlie sitting at the table with an empty plate of leftover chicken casserole.

"Um," I stumble trying to figure out whom to tell Charlie I was out with.

"Edward Masen," Charlie states.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"The car. I would know the sound of that car anywhere," he pauses. "So you went on a date with Edward?"

"Yes. Are you mad?"

"No, I'm actually happy to see you with a good guy," Charlie mumbles.

"Thanks, Daddy." I walk over and give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and heading upstairs.

I can't believe how fucking cool Charlie is after learning that I have been on a date with Edward. Charlie knows that I 'dated' Jake and some of the other boys on the rez, and has not been quiet when expressing his fucking opinion about them. What can I say? I have a thing for bad boys.

I wash my face, change out of the dress, and throw on a tank top. Wednesday night, I will take Edward to another level of corruption, breaking and entering.

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