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There was no more kissing for the rest of the movie. In fact other than the fact that our hands were laced together, there was no more contact for the rest of the movie. I couldn't concentrate on the movie, my mind kept going back to that moment that I had brushed his crotch. I was curious now, about how it looked and felt. What size was he? It was probably proportional right? He was rather tall….

I was drawn from my thoughts as the people around me began standing up. The credits were rolling and I hadn't even noticed. When Edward and I stood up I took a quick peek at his crotch, you know just to see if it was dry. I didn't want him to be embarrassed. Lucky it looked dry.

"Yes, it dried off," he whispered in my ear, "but you got me all sticky."

I bit my lip and was flush at the thought. When I looked at him again, he had a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, and I knew that he had intended to have that effect on me. I wanted to tell him off, but Jessica distracted me.

"I have to use the restroom. Bella?" Although her tone was questioning, I knew she expected me to go in with her to gossip. I just nodded my head in response.

"We'll wait for you two in the lobby," Mike said, as we walked out the theater going our separate ways.

By the time we got into the bathroom, Jessica couldn't contain her excitement any more. She was practically bouncing in front of me, her high pitched voice gushing about how attractive Edward is. As we were in stalls next to each other she blathered on about how charming and just fantastic he is, all things I am incredibly aware of.

"And I saw you too getting cozy in the theater," she said to me as we washed our hands, shooting me a knowing glance, "You're like love struck teenagers, I haven't seen you this into a guy before."

Normally I would be offended by being compared to a love struck teenager, but I couldn't be since I knew she was right.

"Yeah well, he's different from the other guys I've been with. He's better. It's so amazing, I mean he's way too good for me," I sighed.

"Have you sealed the deal yet?"

"No Jess! God! I haven't known him that long."

"So? You gotta stake your claim with a guy like that, before someone else comes along who will."

"Edward is not like that," I said firmly, "Besides I don't want to seem slutty."

Jess rolled her eyes, "Bella this is the twenty first century. Get with it."

I sighed again, "You know I'm not like that."

"I know. Maybe you should be this once. You know you want to anyway," she said as we exited the bathroom.

Our men were standing together, chatting. When we approached them we each received and arm wrapping around us.

"What were you two talking about?" Jess asked, ever nosey.

"Music, mostly," Mike answered, "Edward invited us to one of his shows, if you're interested, Babe."

Jessica giggled, "Okay."

Edward smiled at them and turned to me, "Rosalie texted me and informed me that unless there would be a huge problem, we are going to dinner with her and Emmett tomorrow. She said she already made reservations and to let her know ASAP if we can't go."

"Okay," I said softly.

"Are you sure? Are you going to have time for all your homework?"

"I should be alright," I said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took it off silent. Rose had texted me too, "Although apparently Rose and Alice are coming over tonight to pick out my outfit." I sighed.

"Are you sure you don't want to reschedule?"

"If you don't mind coming home with me now, I can work while we spend time together."

"I can do that, but I don't want to distract you."

"Nope, you won't be distracting at all," I lied. I would be distracted enough even without him there, "Maybe you can even help."

Jessica looked at me, and raised her eyebrow, "Well I can see you two have to go. Think about what we talked about Bella." I groaned internally.

We said our goodbyes and headed back to my apartment. As we walked into the building, I thanked him again for coming with me, apologizing for ruining the afternoon fun. He said it was fine, and insisted that if anything it was Rose's fault.

"Rose is one of those girls, that once she gets an idea in her head it happens one way or another. She tends to get whatever she wants," Edward explained, "But I'm sure she'd understand if you asked to reschedule."

"Are you sure you don't want to reschedule?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, "Since you've asked me about five times now if I did and my answer has been no each time."

"I'm just concerned about you, I'm fine, really. I guess I'll stop bugging you about it now," he said half pouting. I was afraid I had hurt his feelings, "I didn't stop to think that asking you would get annoying."

"It's alright," I said, and I kissed him, catching him off guard, which made me happy. I pulled away, but he pulled me right back in.

"Got any soda to spill on me?" he murmured when he did pull away again, our faces still dangerously close.

I let out a soft chuckle and kissed him again, this time with great passion. My feet had a mind of their own and began pushing us towards my bed. We tumbled down onto it, not breaking our kiss. One of my hands found its way up Edward's shirt and was resting on his stomach. Feeling his warm skin underneath my hand was magical. The other hand began caressing his side slowly. He had one hand grasping my hip and the other was tangled in my hair. Jessica's words floated through my mind, but I dismissed them, I knew I wasn't ready for that yet, and I knew Edward would be a gentleman. Just the same the heat our bodies emanated made me want to wrap ourselves around each other and get lost.

Edward pulled away and started kissing my neck, groaning softly into it, slowly making his way lower. His hand that was once on my hip, was now traveling underneath my shirt, making its way to my breasts. He hesitated a bit, but then I moved off my side to give him easier access and he eagerly continued his journey. I let out a soft moan when he reached his final destination, despite the fact that it was over my bra. I could feel his excitement against me as he fondled me, nibbling my ear.

"Can I.." he whispered softly into my ear, pushing at my bra with his hands. I nodded my head in response, looking him in the eyes. His eyes were not filled with lust as I had expected them to be. The lust was there, but that was not the only thing. I saw caring staring back at me, but this eye contact did not last long. My eyes fluttered shut as his hands grazed over my perkiness; pure skin to skin contact. He began kissing me again, which I was quite easily accepted, as he massaged and played underneath my shirt. There was a burning fire between us, lower down the bed. We moaned together as we pressed our bodies together. Then in the blink of an eye, my bra was back in place and Edward had pulled away. He was now sitting up and had look of utmost concentration on his face.

"I'm sorry, but we really have to stop," he said softly, not looking at me. I didn't respond and only just looked at him, unsure of whether to be offended or not.

"So much for not being a distraction," Edward mumbled, and I wasn't sure if he had intended for me to hear it.

I sat up myself and adjusted everything, "Yeah I guess I should get to work huh?"

He nodded his head in response. I stood up, kissing the side of his forehead, and went and sat at my desk, powering up my laptop. I heard Edward stand up as well, and the fumbling of his clothes. I knew he had plenty of his own adjustment to do.

"Can I borrow your keys? I need to grab something from my car," he said after a moment of silence.

"Sure, they're on the table by the door," I responded, still not looking at him.

"Great. I'll be back in a minute," I could hear the smile in his voice.

What a crazy afternoon. He was right, he really was back in a minute. He locked the door behind him as he came back in, and I did turn to look at him that time. He had a guitar case with him, and he smiled at me again.

"I figured I would play as you worked. If that's ok with you."

"That sounds fantastic actually. More than ok with me."

"Let me know if it gets distracting. I've already done enough of that today."

I nodded my head and began to type. I was copying what I had written into my notebook. That was how I edited. My handwriting was really the first draft, I made corrections as I typed it up. Edward was sitting on the couch, he had just finished tuning, and began playing softly. I wasn't familiar with the tune, but it sounded nice. He played, seemingly unendingly, each song flowing into the next one. Some of the tunes I recognized, others I didn't. Edward would softly sing a few lyrics here and there, but never whole songs. After I had typed up and proof-read the two stories I already had written, I asked Edward to read them for me. He agreed and we switched positions. I however was unable to play the guitar, so we sat in near silence, the only noises coming from my laptop.

"Those were really good," he said as he finished, turning to look at me, "I didn't notice any typos, or errors. Then again I'm no writing buff, so I may have missed something, but really it looked good to me. I really enjoyed the one about the troll."

"Thanks," I grinned, "I'm glad you like it."

"How many more do you have to do?"

"Just one. And then this week we hand them in to do peer editing and the final drafts are due next week."

"What's the last one about?" I had written the card game one, and I had also chosen to write a story using fairytale characters in a modern day situation.

"I decided to work on soup kitchen prompt, but I had no idea what to do with it. I think I want a young girl to be the focus, but other than that I've got no idea."

"Where's the prompt?" Edward asked, and I went back over to the desk, pulling the sheet out from my notebook. I scanned the page quickly, and pointed out the specific prompt. He read it to himself and let out a 'hmmm'.

"I could really do anything, but I think I want to do a sad story. That's what I think is making it difficult for me. I always want the happy ending."

"So why not do that? Why does it have to be sad?"

"I mean I guess I could do both, have it start out sad, but end on a positive note. Not full happy ending, but more optimistic. I want to do something different than I usually do. My professor wanted us to push our boundaries with this."

Edward nodded his head, "So a little girl. Maybe she's a runaway."

"That's a good idea. I had been picturing her abandoned, but maybe that was too close to home," Edward frowned at that, "So she ran away from home, and found out living on her own was too much."

"Go on," he said, "Sounds good so far."

"So she follows some people to the soup kitchen, and one of the volunteers is really nice to her," Edward nodded his head, "Tells her about fights with her parents as a teenager-or should the volunteer be male?"

"I would stick with female. She's a little girl, so she's more likely to trust another girl than a boy right?"

"Right. Good point. So she tells the little girl about fights she had with her parents as a teenager, and how she tried to be independent, but how much she struggled. But how at the end of the day, her parents were always there to support her and accept her. And then the little girl decides to go back home?"

"Sounds good, maybe start by giving a little more information about why the girl left in the first place."

"Yeah, of course, have to do that," I mumbled to myself. Edward got up to let me sit at the computer again, I was sure he saw the gears turning in my head.

He went back to his guitar playing and I began typing out the story that was forming in my head. This one would need a little extra editing, since there was no first draft. A half an hour later, I had finished. I asked Edward to read it, he of course agreed. Instead of sitting down, I paced around the apartment biting my lip as he read. This time I heard some typing here and there. I went into the kitchen and got myself a bottle of water. I sipped at it as I paced, until he was finished.

"I fixed a few typos that I saw, and I highlighted a couple of sentences that I thought could be worded better, but over all I thought it was really good. You definitely got the sad, with an optimistic ending."

I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you," I said pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"You're welcome. I'm glad my music wasn't distracting, I actually got a lot done too."

"Good," I beamed, "Anything you want to share?"

"Hmmm," he said, pretending to stroke an invisible beard, "Not quite yet. Soon though."

My phone rang, interrupting the moment. It was Rose. She said that she and Alice were on their way and would be here in ten minutes. When I got off the phone, I groaned and told Edward.

"I should get going pretty quick then," he said, "God knows the two of them won't want me around for this. Then again I'm not sure I want to be around for this either."

"If you think that, maybe I don't want to be around either. Maybe you should take me with you," I pleaded.

He chuckled, "You're silly," he pressed a kiss to my forehead, "It will be fine. If they get too demanding of you, don't be afraid to tell them off. They may get out of hand if you don't."

"Duly noted," I said, kissing him, "Are you sure you won't stay."

"Positive," he said returning my kiss, "Call me tonight?"

"Of course," I smiled at him. We kissed once more, and he was out the door.

I had all of two minutes alone before Rose and Alice showed up. Thankfully, they brought Chinese food. I hadn't realized I was even hungry until I smelled it and my stomach started to growl. Rose and I took the food out of the bags and were setting up for our dinner, while Alice went straight for my closet. I heard her making a few 'tut' noises and internally groaned. Rose asked me how things had been going with Edward and I, and after every little thing I told her, she pushed for more details.

"I have to know what I'm working with Bella!" was her explanation.

"Yes," Alice agreed, "Being thoroughly prepared is key. That requires complete understanding of the situation."

This groan wasn't so internal, "You guys are going to be the death of me. What makes you think I can't handle things on my own?"

"Now Bella," Rose began, "No one said that. We're just here to help you. Smelling like coffee on a fancy date is not a good thing."

"You just need a little boost to help you show yourself off," Alice added, "You're simply beautiful and the world needs to know."

"The world?" I blanched.

They ignored me and began planning the night and my outfit as we ate dinner.

"I'm not doing anything that I'm uncomfortable with," I said quite firmly, "So you can get any ideas of stilettos out of your head now."

"Fine," Alice grumbled, "I can find another way to show off your legs."

"Nothing too short!" I demanded.

"Of course not," Rose chimed in, "We're going to a nice restaurant. We will not having you looking like some kind of whore."

"Don't worry about it Bella, you will look elegant and classy," Alice added, "We'll take good care of you."

"Then why am I so nervous?"

After dinner Alice showed Rose all the clothes she had taken out of my closet that had been deemed worthy. The two of them had me stand there as the held up various outfit options, Rose holding my hair in different styles for each one. They had me try on a few pieces that they thought might be winners. Eventually they had decided on a black pencil skirt that hit just above my knee and a pair of silver kitten heels. Apparently none of my tops were good enough, but Alice swore she had the perfect one that she would bring tomorrow, and Rose had some silver hair combs for my up do. They both promised to be here by 4:30 tomorrow to prepare.

After they were done picking out my outfit, they looked around my apartment, really for the first time. Alice was impressed by my work, just as Edward had been. Rose complained about the size of my apartment, but agreed that I had done a good job with the space I had. We had fun relaxing for a while, and just talking. It felt much better now that I wasn't the center of attention and they weren't treating me like a dress up doll. It was nice having girl time, like this. Angela, Jess, and I didn't get much time to do it anymore. They left around nine thirty, which I was grateful for since I had to get up early for work in the morning.

I called Edward when I had gotten settled into bed, and told him about what had happened after he had left. He told me that he had been inspired when he got home and that he finished one of the songs he had been working on. He promised he would play it for me soon. After we got off the phone, I fell asleep listening to the sound of the raining that began falling.

My day at work went by quickly. Laurent and I had picked up our joking where we had left off last week. It was nice to have my work friend again. We still weren't close to hanging out outside of work as we had been, but we were in a good place together. I think deep down we both knew that we wouldn't get back to that point, and we were ok with that. When I got home, I had time to take a nice long shower. I put on some underwear, and threw on my bathrobe, knowing Alice and Rose wouldn't be too long.

Having them get me ready wasn't as painful as I had thought. The top Alice had brought was light blue, and looked really good on me. I wasn't too thrilled with the fact it was made out of silk however. I was nervous about ruining it, but Alice assured me I would be fine. Rose put my hair up, but I had some tendrils hanging down. The two of them did my make-up, which I insisted that they not put on too much. Alice assured me that they wouldn't, because I had such beautiful skin anyway. When I looked in the mirror when they were done with me, I was taken aback. I looked amazing, I barely recognized myself. I couldn't even formulate the words to express my thanks to them.

"You don't need to speak Bella," Alice had said, "We know how good you look, and we know that you're grateful for our hard work. Just next time don't be so stubborn."

Rosalie was wearing a deep purple ruched dress, and she looked stunning. Her prep timpulled upe was much less than mine, I guess she was more used to dressing up like this than I was. We dropped Alice off at Edward and Jasper's, where ironically, Edward was not home. He had gone to pick up Emmett and the two of them were meeting us at the restaurant.

When we pulled up, they were waiting for us outside. They were both wearing suits, but I was too distracted by Edward to really notice Emmett. He looked damn good dressed up like that, and I began fantasizing about ripping his clothes off and having him ravage me. Rose and I were each pulled in close and kissed, which only furthered the wild ideas going through my mind. I was however, distracted when I was introduced to Emmett.

"Bella, this is Emmett, Alice's brother," Rose introduced.

"I didn't know Alice had a brother," I said, shaking his hand. He was big. Really big. He was wide, and I bet under those clothes he was covered in muscles. He had dark curly hair, although it wasn't quite as dark as Alice's. If he hadn't had such a kind face as he smiled at me, I would have found him intimidating.

"Twin, actually," He said, "It's really great to meet you Bella, I've heard good things, although apparently you have heard less about me."

"It's nice to meet you as well," I said, "And your right, I haven't heard much about you. But isn't it better that way? Then you get to make your own first impression."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he laughed.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Emmett can be a bit childish sometimes, but ignore it," she said to me, "Well, let's go in shall we?"

She locked her arm with Emmett's and walked into the restaurant. Edward offered me his arm, and we followed them in, where Rose was already giving the host our reservation.

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