A/n: Have to admit that at the moment, this is my favourite of the stories that I'm writing; so I'm sort of being a bit biased, and spending more time on it than the others! Hope nobody minds too much!

So I still want to know if the kiss scene was good? I do worry y'know!

Thanks to all my reviewers again, I love you all!

Chapter 11 (WOW!)

Bella POV

There would be no chance of my mind lingering on the feel of Newton's hands on me, or his tongue in my mouth, any more.

Edward had definitely seen to that. Unfortunately, I was now going to have serious problems in controlling myself. He almost ran out of the room though, poor thing, too embarrassed to look at me after what we had done. He must have enjoyed it though, his moans had been music to me ears; and his hardness had pressed into my thigh as I leaned into the kiss. Apparently his IQ wasn't the only part of him that was bigger than average.

When he'd left the room, I quickly straightened myself up, and slid back down to my edge of the couch. I'd have to make him feel more comfortable in my presence again. I quickly calmed myself down, and started running over some new ground rules in my head:

One: Don't jump Edward

That's all I'd gotten up to by the time he returned; flushed red, and looking very flustered. He had our food in his hands, which he placed on the table before us. He gestured to the chips and the sauces he'd brought out. I dug in, placing a dollop of Ketchup on the edge of the plate. I grabbed some chips, dipped them in the sauce, and began to eat; watching in amusement as Edward made his own pool of Ketchup closer to him.

We ate in silence. It wasn't long before we'd finished off the food. He took everything back out to the kitchen. I followed him; I'd not been in much of the house yet, and I was interested. I also needed to get us out of this silence.

"Hey Edward, can we watch a movie?" I asked sweetly. Figuring that if we settled down to watch some telly he'd be able to calm down. He was way too shy. He was, however, as I had experienced a few minutes ago, hiding an inner sex god. Someone I was interested in getting very well acquainted with.

Not tonight though. Baby steps, I told myself. That's what Edward needs. I couldn't move too fast; he'd be scared off. Or he'd end up a horny bastard; like Mike. I wanted to release Edward's inner sexiness; but I also wanted to retain Edward. The gentleman who walked me to classes and opened my doors. That was the Edward I'd fallen for.

I settled down on the couch, waiting for Edward to pick a film. I was interested in knowing what he'd chose. He blushed as he sat down on the sofa with the remotes for the TV and DVD player. My interest was peaked.

I almost broke my new ground rule when I saw what he'd chosen. I heard the music before I caught sight of the pictures; but it wasn't hard to recognise. Pride and Prejudice. One of my favourite movies. Mathew McFadden appeared on the screen and I sighed with happiness. That man was gorgeous. I eyed Edward sitting next to me, and decided that, despite the fact that the man on screen was beautiful; Edward took the edge off. I'd never met anyone so perfect, and I was determined to have him.

I snuggled into Edward as I watched the film; pulling his arm around me, and sliding my fingers in between his. I squeezed his hands during my favourite bits. The proposal scene for example. God, that was done well. A wet Darcy, gorgeous. Though I cursed the fact that they had skipped out on the pond scene. Damn them; damn them all.

Somehow my senses had tuned themselves to what Edward was doing. At some point near the end I noticed that his breathing had slowed. I twisted in my place to see that he had fallen asleep. I giggled silently. Shaking gently against him. He looked so peaceful; his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open, so he could breath properly. I snuggled back against him and finished watching the movie. When it was done, I reluctantly released myself from his grip, and put everything away, and turned the electrics off. I then pulled Edward down a little, so he was completely on the long sofa. I slid a pillow behind his head, and pulled a throw off another couch; putting it across his sleeping form.

I leant over and kissed his lips gently, before I left.

"Love you", I whispered softly, and walked out of the door; not bothering to shove the wretched heels on again. I'd fallen three times on the way to his house, and I'd barely been out of my truck. I'd worn them because I was well aware of how great they made my legs look.

My bare feet cooled on the cold gravel beneath them. It was about ten O clock. I'd told Charlie that I was meeting up with friends, and that I'd be back late. We had a 'don't ask, don't tell' arrangement. Less was more with Charlie. I prayed that the loud rumble of my truck didn't wake Edward up when I twisted the keys in the ignition. I pulled out of the Cullen's driveway, and started my journey home.

Charlie lived in a more 'towny' area of Forks; whereas the Cullens lived out in the forest are surrounding Forks. Which could explain why their house appeared to be about ten times bigger than ours. Their house must be pretty lonely now, I thought to myself, remembering that Edward's four siblings had all gone to college. I hoped he wasn't too lonely.

I made a note to self to spend as much time as possible with him; not just for my own selfish reasons.

I got home at about half ten, and made my way up to my room quickly, yelling a greeting at Charlie as I went. From the sounds of the television, I guessed that he was watching baseball. As per usual.

When I got upstairs, I grabbed my things and hastily washed, and dressed in my pyjamas, before tucking myself up in bed. Then I let my mind wonder. It immediately remembered the way Edward's lips had felt against my own - the perfect fit. The way his hands felt around my breasts; and the way he was so hesitant to touch me. I loved that he was such a gentleman; but the hesitancy was going to go. If Mike Newton felt confident enough to feel random people up, then I was sure as hell going to make sure that Edward had the confidence to feel me up anywhere, and anytime he fancied.

Nobody else, of course, just me.

I was going to give myself a month to pull Edward Cullen out of his shell. I couldn't feasibly wait any longer than that before jumping him. I was going to turn Edward into the 'Gentlemanly sex machine', or something like that. Maybe something more subtle, like 'Edward, the Gentlemanly…' well, I was tired, so I couldn't come up with anything better at such a time.

I was sure I could pull Edward out of his shell in a month. I'd seen people like him before; their confidence had been eaten away at by bastards like Newton. All I needed to do was help him regain that confidence. That shouldn't be too difficult. He had enough good qualities to inflate his ego to about three times the size of Mike's, or more. Not that I wanted Edward to have a ridiculously big ego; his just needed a bit of a boost. As I lay there I made a mental list of his qualities (that I'd, as yet, witnessed):

One: Absolutely gorgeous

One point five: Adorable glasses; not applicable to all observers, since some people aren't into the whole glasses thing. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and whatnot.

Two: Absolute gentleman.

Three: Intelligent - I.E. IQ higher than room temperature.

Four: Talented - have you seen this guy and his piano?

Five: Obviously not lacking in the financial department.

Six: Friendly, and entertaining; with massive heart. Also friends with Angela and Ben; nicest people this side of the century.

Seven: Dad's a doctor; so if I hurt myself, he'll make sure I'm all better - very useful, since clumsy nature.

Eight: Inner sex god; just waiting to be released

I'm sure there were other things, but I couldn't remember them. My brain was constantly launching into flashbacks of the way his gorgeous hands felt on my rear end. Just the thought made my heart race faster. If this month didn't move fast enough, I was going to have to start masturbating. I hoped, however, not to have to resort to such lengths. I was positive that Edward's fingers would be far more stimulating.

Oh, god, Edward's fingers. His long, talented fingers.

I got out of bed, made my way to the window, and shoved my head out, in order to cool down somewhat. When I returned to the bed, I gave up on my list. I knew Edward was awesomeness personified; and it's not as if I could write it down. Knowing my incredibly bad luck, Charlie would probably find it. Unfortunately, he has a gun; and I doubted that Edward would look as sexy when riddled with bullets.

You never know though; some guys can pull off the whole 'wounded' look. There's something dangerous and sexy about that shit. If they live through the incident, that is.

Fortunately, there are other ways of making a guy look dangerous and sexy. I wondered whether I could talk Edward into getting a tattoo.

I sat up straight in bed. Does Edward have a tattoo?

Now that was something I needed to look into.

Not too many tattoos though; I didn't want him to look like a fucking convict, just a ridiculously sexy, little bit dangerous man. Maybe just one small one, that I could trace with my fingertips when we…

…I stood up and shoved my head out of the window again, and wondered how much convincing it would take to get Charlie to buy me a fan. That'd be far more convenient than having to get myself out of my lovely warm bed every few minutes in order to calm myself down.

I snuggled down under the covers again a few moments later; trying to imagine what sort of a tattoo would suit Edward. I was leaning towards the idea of my name, Bella, above his heart. The thought made me want to drool. Though he might want me to reciprocate and have 'Edward' tattooed across my vagina as well.

That would certainly not be happening. Possessive was good; but not that good.

On another note; I'd need to get hold of some of Edward's clothes. As I said, possessive was good. Though it'd be a lot nicer if Edward gave me some clothes of his himself. I'd have to accidentally on purpose forget my jackets from time to time; then accidentally on purpose forget to give his back when he gave me his. Which he would, because Edward was the perfect gentleman. This was why I loved him so much.

I had no doubt that I would be in love with him too, soon. Very soon. I hoped that he felt the same way. Being in love with Edward would be spectacular; I was sure of it. I was realising now why Renee married her high school sweetheart. Though there was one major difference between us:

If I had Edward Cullen, there was no way in hell that I'd ever let him go. If I got my claws into him, they were not coming out.

That was my last thought, before my eyes fell closed, and my dreams overtook me.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

A/n: Hmm, Bella's getting further and further away from what I was thinking she'd be like to begin with. Where the 'one month' crap came from I have no idea. Kinda interested in seeing where this story goes. I think I'm just as excited as you guys. My brain's not letting me in on any of this, before it comes out. No sneak peaks for the author. *Sobs*

So anyway, I'm getting kind of greedy with all these reviews…so feed my hunger!