A/N: Sorry this is a little late. I don't have a good excuse. I was watching Doctor Who with friends and this completely slipped my mind. I was too focused on David Tennant... Anyway, I'm looking for a pre-reader so PM me if you're interested! On with the show!

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, only the plot is mine.

Chapter 6

JPov

I had a date with Edward! And not just a date, but one he actually asked me out on. I hadn't expected us to be 'dating' so quickly. It was only a desperate hope that had me asking him to come to the lecture with me. I was convinced he would say no, but if I hadn't asked I would have spent the whole night wondering 'what if'. I was shocked when he agreed to go to the lecture with me. So I had made sure that I looked great and prayed that the night would not be a disaster.

I wasn't planning on us completely skipping the lecture. I hadn't been looking forward to it, sure, but I knew that it was expected of me to go. But once we got there my time with Edward was sucked up with meeting people and boring small talk. I hadn't come to the lecture to talk to them. Before I was ready, the lecture had started and I had barely spoken to Edward. I didn't care about the lecture anymore. I just wanted to be alone with Edward, so I lured him into the museum.

I wasn't sure what Edward thought about the night, but I felt that it was wonderful. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. And at the end, he said he wanted to see me again. Not just again, but the very next day. I don't remember saying yes. At that point it felt like my brain stopped working, but I think I moved my mouth and whatever I said elicited a smile from him, so I assumed I said yes.

I drove home after dropping him off, barely containing my glee. I would get to see him the very next day. Maybe we would kiss. Maybe we would do… other things. Dirty things. Oh God, how I wanted to do dirty things to Edward. I spent the rest of the night thinking about all the things Edward and I could do the next day. Both dirty and innocent.

I woke early, and had showered and eaten before 9am. In my excitement about the previous night and at finally being asked out by Edward, we hadn't discussed what we would be doing today. So I was completely prepared at a time of day when I would normally still be sleeping. Only for Edward.

I watched TV for another hour before deciding that I couldn't wait around anymore. I grabbed my phone and found Edward in my address book. I hoped I wouldn't be waking him up, but something about Edward told me that he was a morning person. I couldn't see him sleeping in.

"Hello?" Edward's voice broke through my thoughts and made a smile instantly appear on my face. You are so gone, bro.

"Hey, it's Jasper. I was calling about today…" I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"Right, well I didn't really have anything planned. I just wanted to… well, you know," Edward said quietly.

I found his reservation about this adorable and infuriating. Now, at least, he was accepting that there was something between us. I didn't know how much longer I would have been able to control myself around him before I racked up a sexual assault charge. But some things never change, and I would still be the instigator in the relationship. I could handle that for now, though. Eventually I knew that Edward would feel completely comfortable with this. Then he would take more initiative. Until then it was up to me.

"Yeah, me too. So would you like to do lunch? Or better yet, since we're both awake how about we have breakfast? We can go to IHOP!" I am a genius; I managed to get a meal at IHOP in. Never mind that I had already ate.

"I could go for some pancakes," he said. I began bouncing in my seat. Pancakes and Edward, my life was fucking perfect.

"Great, how about the one off Main St. That's right between our places. Say in about half an hour?" I didn't want to wait that long. I wanted to see him now, but there was the possibility that Edward wasn't dressed or as prepared as I was.

"I'll see you then," Edward said.

We hung up, and I paced the floor of my apartment trying to control the excitement I felt at spending more time with Edward. I didn't care what we did today. We could sit on a park bench staring at the people who walked by for hours and I would still be excited to do it, simply because Edward was there.

It briefly crossed my mind that I wasn't sure where Edward stood on this. I knew he was attracted to me that much was obvious. But did he feel more, the way I did? I pushed those thoughts to the side. Nothing good would come of worrying. If I found that Edward was only in this for the physical, I would just have to make him see the other reasons to stay.

In the car I forced myself to breathe deeply and get myself under control. I didn't want to scare Edward away by seeming, well, creepy. And I'd be the first to admit that when it came to Edward, I certainly had creepy tendencies. No one else could make himself the centre of my world as quickly as Edward had. That both scared and excited me.

Something inside me was telling me that this was it. This was what I had been waiting for. Edward was what I had been waiting for. All those horrible boyfriends and stressful relationships had led me here, to Edward. And he was it for me. I didn't know how I knew that after only a few weeks, and if anyone else had said the same thing about their relationship I would have laughed in their face before calling them pussies. But there it was.

I got to IHOP early and was seated in a booth. I didn't have to wait long before I spotted Edward's fire-hair over the divider. I waved at him. When he caught my eye his face broke out into the more heartfelt smile. I'm sure mine mirrored his.

"Good morning," Edward said, sliding into the booth.

"Hi. It's good to see you." Edward blushed a bit then looked down at his menu.

"It's good to see you too," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I know it was early."

"You didn't wake me. I wake up between 7:30 and 8 every day," he looked up at me, and his eyes widened at the horrified expression on my face.

"You're one of those people," I said, unable to keep the horror that was showing on my face from being reflected in my voice.

"What people?" Edward asked, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

"Morning people. You like to get up early. You're one of them," I accused.

"What's wrong with mornings?"

"It's morning. That's what's wrong with them. Now, if morning was categorised as 12pm to 1pm, then I could get on board with it. But anything before that, not happening."

"But you were up early today," Edward pointed out.

"Yes, well, that was because I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible."

Edward's eyes widened again at this and he quickly looked down at his menu. I waited, letting him process everything. Edward was a thinker, so I let him think through every action and word. Someday, though, I would show him that spontaneity had merits.

"So, I'm worth waking up for, huh?" Edward's shy smirk almost made me groan out loud, but I stifled it.

"Always, love," I said using my new nickname for him. It was something I had been calling him in my head since my second week of lessons. I had said it last night to shock him into giving me his food, but it seemed like he enjoyed it. And I certainly enjoyed saying it. It was a confirmation of sorts. Marking him as mine by giving him a name of my choosing.

"So what are you going to order?" He asked. I had a feeling that he was trying to steer the conversation back to a safe topic, and I allowed him. No need to press him so early in the morning, I had all day for that. We spent the next few minutes talking about what we were going to eat: chocolate pancakes for me and eggs and a small stack of pancakes for Edward.

Our waitress arrived and we placed our orders, then I turned to Edward to discuss our day.

"What would you like to do today?" I asked.

"Anything. I just wanted to see you," he answered, smiling at me.

"Oh really, mister…" I stopped, realising that I never learned his last name. Well that can't be good for the start of a relationship. "I don't know your last name."

"Cullen. Alice didn't tell you? She told me yours."

"No, she failed to mention that," I replied, before going back to my teasing. Edward seemed to be relaxing and I would never let an opportunity to make him open up pass me by, "So Mr. Cullen, you just wanted to see me? And pray tell, why would that be?"

Edward blushed, "I think you know why."

"Nope," I said, shaking my head, "enlighten your student, teacher."

Edward was saved for a moment by our food arriving. I thanked the waitress and returned my attention back to Edward.

"Well?" I pressed.

"I like you. And wanted to hang out. That's it." He took a bite of his eggs, resolution to not say anymore showing clearly on his face.

I dropped it for a moment, choosing to eat my food while it was hot instead of teasing Edward.

"Why did you say yes?" Edward asked after finishing his food. He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for me to answer.

I wasn't going to keep him waiting like he did me. I planned to always tell him the absolute truth, even if that made him uncomfortable.

"I've made my intentions clear, Edward. I want you. Even more so after last night. If I was desperate enough to sneak you away from a lecture just so I could talk to you, then I'm definitely willing to go to breakfast with you."

"What do you mean sneak me away? I thought you didn't want to hear it?" He looked angry as he said this, and I didn't understand why.

"I did want to listen to it. Well, kind of. But I wanted to talk to you more and we barely were able to spend time together," I explained. Could he really be mad at me for wanting to spend time with him?

"If you wanted to hear him speak then we should have stayed. You don't need to try to make me feel special by ignoring what you want to do."

What the hell? I couldn't understand what he was so upset about. I told him that I willingly gave something up for him, and he gets pissed at me. Then I heard the last part. I quickly put my index finger over his lips to stop him from talking.

"I wasn't trying to make you feel special. Not that I'm opposed to that idea. I was being selfish. I wanted you all to myself, and other people were taking you away from me. I wanted to spend time with only you, so I snuck you away so you would be mine for the night." Way to unleash the crazy Jasper. You've basically just confessed to being a possessive asshole.

"You didn't do it for me?" Edward asked reluctantly. My finger was still on his lips, and I relished in the feel of them brushing against my skin.

"No, I did it for me. I can do other thing for you if you want, but that was entirely for me."

Edward nodded, and pulled away from me. I dropped my hand to the table.

"I just don't want you to stop your life for me," Edward whispered, "I've had boyfriends grow to resent me because they felt I was trapping them or making them give things up. I don't want you to feel that way about me."

He began to nervously play with the sheet of paper that wrapped around the napkin. I placed my hand on top of his, hoping that the contact would calm him. When he dropped the paper, I turned his hand and let our fingers intertwine.

"I will never resent you Edward. If this goes farther—and I'm telling you right now that if I have any say, it will—then I can't imagine ever wanting to be away from you. I'm willing to sacrifice for this, but I assure you that I won't sacrifice something that makes me 'me'. Just as I would never want you to sacrifice any part of you for me. Got it?"

He nodded, "Sorry. I just wanted to make that clear."

"And you did, babe. Trust me you did. Wanna get out of here?"

We paid our check and walked out into the bright sunlight. I lifted my face to catch some sun, until I heard Edward laughing at me. I cracked an eye open, "What?"

"Nothing. Just didn't know you liked the sun so much." He chuckled again.

I began to get annoyed, "Something wrong with wanting to tan? You do notice that I'm pale, right?"

"I just don't understand it, that's all," he said.

"You're a redhead. You can't understand it. You need an umbrella to step out into the sun," I remarked, laughing at how put out he looked.

"That's not funny. No one really understands how hard it is to have red hair. I've burned through beach tents. I've burned with SPF 70 on. When my family had vacations in Florida I had to stay inside between the hours of 10am to 4pm while they swam because every time I would come back red as a tomato. I've burned in fucking Scotland. Stop fucking laughing at me!"

By this time I was sitting on the curb of the parking lot, trying hard to breathe through my laughing. He sat down next to me and punched me in the arm. Hard.

"Ow, that hurt," I gasped out.

"Serves you right. Now are you going to shut up so we can decide what else to do?"

That shut me up immediately. He still wants to spend time with me! I quickly began thinking of things that we could do for the rest of the day. Mall, beach, zoo, my place, my place, my place…

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, trying hard to keep the lust out of my voice.

"Well, um, I don't know."

I tried to think of something to do, but my mind was running blank. There was only one thing I could think of, "I have errands I need to do. You can come with me if you'd like to?"

"What do you need to do?"

"Groceries. And a tool supply shop, I have some pictures I need to hang and I need a hammer."

"Okay, that'll be… fine."

"I'll drive you by my apartment building and you can park your car there for the day."

Admittedly, grocery shopping is not very romantic, and it wasn't one of my better ideas, but at least it kept Edward with me for a few more hours. After he dropped his car off at my apartment I drove us to the grocery store.

"Do you have a list?" Edward asked. He drove the cart while I walked through the rows tossing boxes of food into it.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "A list? Why would I have that?"

"So you know what you need."

"I know what I need: food. Whatever sounds good this week is what I need. And milk, milk is a constant. There's my list." I grabbed a box of crackers, walked a few feet down the aisle, before running back and grabbing two more boxes of the same crackers.

"But, that doesn't make any sense. How do you not have things go bad? Or run out of things?"

"Edward, we are two different people. You like the mornings and make lists. I like to sleep in, and eat questionable food out of my cupboards. Accept it." I began walking towards the cookies, hearing him mutter about lists and organisation. As much as I teased him, I loved his neurotic side. Deciding I would tease him a bit more I walked over to the herbs.

"Look Edward, rosemary's on sale! I love rosemary. I can't remember if I have some so I think I'll buy some." I grabbed two containers of rosemary and threw them into the cart, ignoring the incredulous expression on Edward's face.

"Jasper, what could you possibly need two bottles of rosemary for?"

"I dunno. For whenever I cook with it. It'd be nice to have it lying around for when I need it. Like I said, I don't know if I have any, so it's best to be prepared. Plus it smells really good. It reminds me of Thanksgiving."

"This is not prepared. You shouldn't buy more if you already have some at home! How often does anyone use rosemary anyway?"

"But I told you Edward, I don't know if I have it."

"That is why you need a list." I could tell that I was causing something in that beautiful head of his to short circuit. But I continued my game.

"Fine," I pouted. I walked away towards the next section. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward put back all of the rosemary as well as run down the aisle to put back two of the boxes of crackers. Apparently he doesn't think I can go through three boxes of crackers before I need to go shopping again. Oh well, at least I have some at home. I think. Maybe a shopping list wasn't a terrible idea. But I would never tell Edward that.

I heard him come up behind me. I looked into my cart and noticed that it was slightly smaller than it should have been. I hadn't noticed before, but I suddenly understood what had happened.

"Edward?" I asked, sweetly.

"Hmm?" He hummed, smiling at me.

"Have you been putting my food back this entire time?" Edward's smile instantly dropped from his face.

He looked nervously at me before admitting, "there is no way you would be able to eat that much food before it went bad, Jasper. No way. You would have been wasting your money and wasting food. This is why you need a list. You know exactly what you need, there's never waste." He continued to ramble on, trying to justify himself. I waited for him to finish.

When he was done I kissed him lightly on the lips, "I don't care Edward. But if I do run out of food I'm going to make you come shopping with me again. It'll be your punishment."

Edward looked relieved that I wasn't upset, and then he smirked at me, "Punishment? Why, have I been bad?"

I groaned as an image of Edward, writhing underneath me begging for release, receiving his 'punishment', entered my mind. My cock twitched in my jeans.

"Fuck yes, you've been bad," I growled out. I pressed myself against his back, grinding into him to let him know exactly what he did to me, "And if you do it again, I might have to think of a different way to punish you."

I ran my nose through the locks of hair on his neck, breathing in his scent, before placing a kiss right at the base. He turned his head to look around at me and I caught his jaw with my hand. I brought my other had up to brush his hair out of his eyes and then kissed him softly on the lips again.

I lifted my lips to his ears to whisper, "As much as I want to do this, we are in a public place. What do you say we finish with this shopping and then go back to my place?"

"Okay," He said, breathing heavily. I pulled myself away from him.

After that I tried to finish my shopping quickly. For the first time, Edward didn't seem to mind my style of grocery shopping. I walked through the aisles grabbing random boxes of shit that looked good.

When we reached my apartment, my body was humming with lust. I couldn't get the image from the store out of my head. Though I knew we should do it, and that it was too fast, I knew that I wanted Edward in my bed writhing beneath me. Fuck, I'd even writhe beneath him. I wasn't picky. It took every ounce of my self-control not jump him as soon as he entered my apartment. But I wouldn't scare Edward off. I wouldn't push him too far and lose him.

"Welcome to La Casa de Jasper!" I said, sweeping my arm across the room as if it was a show or display.

"Nice place," Edward said. He walked into my living room and looked at my bookshelf, studying the bindings of my books and the pictures I had placed on it.

"Would you like something to drink? I can make coffee."

"Coffee would be great."

I went into the kitchen and found my coffee beans. As soon as the coffee was brewing I took a deep breath, getting my erection under control, and walked back out to Edward. He was still looking at the bookshelf, studying something. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

He pointed to a picture of my family from last year. Rosalie, her family, and I had gone down to Texas to surprise our mama for her birthday. We had been on the porch with mama and dad and Rosie's kids, drinking sweet tea and talking about life, when Rosie's husband, Emmett, had snuck a picture of us. It was one of my favourite pictures. We all looked so happy.

"That's my mama and dad. From mama's birthday last year. The blonde is my older sister Rosalie…"

"She's beautiful," Edward muttered.

I laughed, "And she knows it too. The boys are her kids, James and Tennyson."

"Tennyson, that's a unique name."

"Yeah, that's my fault. I was reading his poetry when she was pregnant and she liked the name. She's probably never read a poem by him though. Tenny's the youngest. James is loud and outgoing and Tenny's very quiet and thoughtful. He barely speaks a word to me when I'm around."

Edward looked over to another picture of Rosie and her family, "And the big one? That's your sister's husband?"

"Yep, that's Emmett. Fucking huge. As I'm sure you can tell, he was the quarterback in high school."

"No shit," Edward laughed.

"Want a tour of the house?" I asked, already separating myself from him.

"Sure, do I get a special tour or the one all of your visitors get?"

"You, love, get the special tour. Now to start: this is the living room. You can often find me here late at night drinking a beer and watching the history channel, playing video games because no one is too fucking old for video games, or reading a book. Occasionally I may have a dirty thought or two about one bronzed-haired piano teacher, but further knowledge of that it only revealed on the special, special tour."

"And what do I have to do to get on that tour?" He asked. I shrugged and turned around to walk away when I felt Edward pull me back against him by my belt loops. He caught my earlobe between his teeth and slid his hands around my waist.

"Is this good?" He asked. He trailed his lips down my jaw, stopping to lightly nibble in places. I was too aroused to speak; I just moaned his name trying to angle my jaw so he would have more skin to feast on. "Tell me it's good."

I nodded. "Yes," I said breathlessly, "yes, it's good."

"Am I on the special, special tour now?" He whispered, his breath ghosting over my ear.

"Love, you fucking own the special, special tour."

"Good." He let his hand drift down the front of my pants before palming my cock through the outside of my jeans. Then he lightly pushed me away.

"What's next?"

I stared at him, wondering what had happened. Where had aggressive Edward come from and when would he be back to play? I tried to form words, but my lust-filled brain was only able to understand that Edward had touched me. Sure, it had been outside the jeans, but he had felt comfortable enough to do that to me. Who knew what else he would do next.

"Um, kitchen?" I said, though it seemed more like a question. I tried to walk there normally, but I was also trying to disguise the bulge in the front of my pants. The bulge that Edward put there, and touched! I needed to get my hormones under control; they were slowly starting to destroy my restraint.

I led him into my kitchen.

"So this is my kitchen. Where I normally do not cook. It's more like a really pretty closet for easy microwavable food."

Edward looked at the bags of groceries that I still had not put away. He grabbed a bag and pulled the food out of it. "Where do these go?"

I pointed to a cupboard and Edward opened it up. It was filled with cracker boxes. He looked at me and I could tell a scold was coming before he even opened his mouth.

"How many crackers do you have here?"

"I really, really like crackers. They're easy. And taste great with cheese." Thinking I had made my point I grabbed the other bag and began putting things away.

"For the record," I said as I put the milk in the fridge, "this is included in the special, special tour. Not everyone gets to help me put the groceries away while lecturing me about lists and my eating habits."

Edward smiled as he put the last of the food away, "do you ever cook?"

"Sometimes. I love cooking, it's just not really worth all the effort for yourself, you know?"

"I understand that. But you can't eat crackers. I won't let you. You need other sources of food besides carbs."

I rolled my eyes, something I hadn't done since junior high, "Yeah, yeah, come on. I'll show you my office."

I grabbed his hand and walked him down the hallway to a small little room with a desk.

"This is my office. I mostly question the intelligence of my students in this room. Or grade papers. Or, um, have dirty thoughts about a bronze-haired piano teacher. Actually, special knowledge for the special, special tour, just assume that applies to all the rooms. Even the kitchen. Especially the bathroom and my room. It's not worth mentioning again, lets move on. There's not really much to see in here. Next stop: the bathroom."

I pulled him again and showed him the guest bathroom, lamenting the number of times Rosalie had told me how ugly it was. I enjoyed it though; it was something straight out of the seventies, shag carpet and all. I never used it so the carpet never bothered me. Edward didn't seem to appreciate the historical flashback the way I did. Maybe I should change the bathroom.

The last room was my bedroom. I stopped outside the door and turned to face Edward.

"Now this is the end of our tour. Right here we have the main room. My bedroom. Sometimes I sleep here, when I don't fall asleep on the couch. My sister decorated it so that is why the walls are tan and not what I've termed 'man blue' or some other masculine colour. That is also why there is a vase of flowers. I may be gay, but I think my sister wishes I were a girl."

Edward laughed and tried to push his way through. I stepped off to the side and watched him enter my bedroom. This was new for us. I had never made it to Edward's bedroom. In fact, I'd only been in his kitchen once. We were finally entering a more personal area.

"Nice room," he remarked. I smirked at him.

"My bathroom is through here," I opened the door to show him.

"Is the bathroom part of my special, special tour?" He asked. He walked around the front of my bed to stand beside me. He brought his hands to my waist puling me closer to him before lowering his lips to my mouth. It had been too long since I had kissed him. Too long since I had his taste on my lips. I swiped my tongue across his lips asking him for entrance, and moaned with delight when he opened his mouth and let me in. He pushed me against the wall, and I could feel his cock against my hip. I reached down to palm him and he groaned into my mouth, thrusting against me. We were both desperate for the friction this position wouldn't allow us to have.

I pulled myself away and took a moment to look into his lust filled eyes. His lips were red and swollen and my cock twitched with the knowledge that I had made them that way.

"You know what else is part of the special, special tour?" I asked, guiding him backwards. He shook his head, never taking his eyes off me.

"My bed," I answered, before pushing him down on the bed.

The moral of this chapter is to be nice to your red haired friends. Ours is a tough life, what with the sun thing and the freckles. And for those who are curious (none of you?) yes, those are all ways I have been sunburned. I was too lazy to come up with original ideas. My burning is a joke in my family that I don't find very funny, thank you very much.

Speaking of Doctor Who, and considering the redhead thing, I find in hilarious that the Doctor always wants to be a ginger in his next regeneration... too funny! "Is that the sort of man I am? Rude and not ginger?" Classic.