Thanks to my beautiful betas Sherry and Paige! This story would not be the same without them.
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"Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how"
-The Beatles-
EPOV:
The uneasy feeling that woman at Target caused has dissipated during the busy week. Today especially, my mind has been somewhere else. Tonight, is the night. Charlie will be spending the evening with Alice, Jasper, and his new friend, Cyndy, while I'll have the night alone with Bella. It still feels surreal, a night alone with my girlfriend...having her all to myself.
I want tonight to be perfect, but I also don't want to force Bella to do anything she is not comfortable with. As much as I want her, in every way,I won't force her into anything she doesn't want to do. I've never had a romantic relationship, so I have no idea how to time shit. How soon is too soon? In all my past 'experiences' with women, we rushed directly into sex. I never cared for any of them and never even bothered to take a single one on a date first. I was a whore, they were whores, so taking them to dinner first really wouldn't have made a difference.
I never felt ashamed of my past...until I met Bella. Then I realized how fucking disgraceful it was. If I knew then, that I would meet someone as incredible as my girlfriend, I would have never acted that way. I would take it all back if I could. My actions make me feel like some asshole, and Bella deserves more than an asshole. She deserves so much more than me. Even now, I can't believe she has agreed to be my girlfriend, but she has and that means I will give her absolutely everything I can.
I've been planning this date all week. No idea ever seems good enough for my girl. I picked up an extra shift at work this week just so I can take her to the nicest of places. There are a few restaurants in the city my dad has told me about. I caved and called my dad last night to ask him for his advice. He's used to fine dining in the city and since he is so thrilled about my girl, he was more than happy to give me some advice.
With dad's help, I decided on II Terrazzo in Seattle. I know it's a bit of a drive from our apartment complex, but it's worth the gas and the money it will cost for us to dine there. I went through hell trying to make a reservation for Friday. I called multiple times and spoke to multiple people, until one host managed to finally find me a spot. Hopefully, my perseverance will pay off and Bella and I will have a great time.
I've been agitated all day, thinking of all the ways I could possibly fuck this up tonight. I don't know why I'm so fucking antsy. Bella is, after all, my girlfriend and it's not like she is going to dump me after one bad date. It's just that I've never put this much effort into anything, and in doing so, I feel so exposed. When you don't try very hard and fail, it's easy to play that shit off like you don't care. But, this is so very different. If this doesn't work out tonight, I know it will gut me.
If I'm being dumb, I don't care. I just want to make sure that I don't fuck this up, like I have fucked up so many other things in my life. I dropped Charlie off at Alice's and he seemed distraught to see me go. I came directly home to shower and get ready. Even with my nerves going wild and my fears for tonight plaguing my brain, I still miss my son. He was so upset when I left and seeing him cry felt like a stab to the chest. He loves Jasper, Alice, and Cyndy...but he also hates when I leave. I thought about bringing him along tonight, but Jasper convinced me to take the night off. I know I need a break, but parting from him has always been difficult.
After an hour of trying to tame my unruly hair, shaving my five o'clock shadow, and ironing my outfit for tonight, I finally feel ready. I decided on all black, mainly because I know it suits me and looks good with my black and grey tattoos. I roll up my sleeves and leave the top button of my shirt undone, to show off the artwork I spent so much money on. I hope I look good enough for Bella, but I'm sure whatever she wears will outdo me completely. With her at my side, I know I don't really need to worry about how I look, because everyone will be too busy staring at my girl.
As soon as I cross the hall to 'pick-up' my date, all my suspicions are confirmed. Not a single person is going to notice me, when I have a fuck hot date on my arm. Bella looks so incredibly sexy. I have to close my mouth to avoid looking like an asshole, because my jaw dropped as soon as she opened her apartment door. She makes her basic black dress look incredible. Her tits look amazing and her legs look a mile long. Dirty thoughts play through my mind like a movie as I stare at her long creamy legs, which I can imagine wrapped around my waist as I plow into her.
"Do I look alright?" she asks with a nervous giggle.
Is she being serious?"You look sexy, very sexy."
She looks shy all of a sudden and I can't fathom why. She's beautiful, inside and out, so I don't understand what she could possibly feel insecure about. I reach for her hand and pull her out into the hallway and against my body. Her curves feel so incredible against mine and I want nothing more than to spend the night in. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her with as much passion as I can muster. As if I'm drinking the taste of her and coming back, thirsting for more. I know if I don't stop now, I won't be able to. So, with the little self-control I still have, I pull away and promise her "later," before ushering her down the hallway.
The restaurant is incredible on the outside and even more so on the inside. As we are greeted and walk through the dining room to our table, I begin to grow nervous. A place like this is going to cost a fortune.I knew it would be expensive...but, holy shit. The dining room is gorgeous and filled with, what looks to be, the wealthiest inhabitants of the city. The men stare at my girl in appreciation and when they look at me, their eyes squint in disgust. The women on the other hand look at me with a very different emotion in their eyes. I ignore them, and spend my time giving death glares to anyone who looks at my girl.
We get a nice table in the corner, far removed from everyone else, and I can relax now that my body is blocking Bella's from all the men in the restaurant. While my fighting days are behind me, I don't want to spend the duration of my date wanting to strangle a bunch of men.With menus in hand, we wait for our server and I try not to look at the prices, instead, I focus on my beautiful girlfriend sitting across from me.
"So, what do you think?" I ask, making sure she's okay with my choice of restaurants.
She stares at the menu for a moment, looking concerned, and I wonder if she thinks I can't afford this.
"It's great," she says with a small smile. "It's just so fancy."
I chuckle at her and shake my head. "Well, I thought my beautiful girlfriend deserved something fancy." She blushes and looks down at the menu with a smile playing at her lips. "Besides, I've been saving up for this. I wanted to make tonight special."
"It is," she says seriously, her eyes boring into mine. "It's special no matter what you planned. I love it already."
The server comes, and his expression is all too obvious to me. It's one that I've gotten on too many occasions. His distaste is obvious. He took one look at me and summed up that he wouldn't be receiving a tip. He puts on a fake, customer service smile, and takes our drink order. We both order waters, but before he can walk off, assuming we wouldn't be ordering anything else to drink, I take a look at the drink menu and stop him. While I know wine is out of the question for me, the list of expensive espresso is not.
"Two espressos as well," I say with a spiteful smile.
The drinks are expensive compared to any of the coffee shops I'm used to, but they are still within my price range. The server walks off with a constipated look on his face.
"What was that about?" Bella giggles, obviously noticing my annoyance.
"Nothing," I shrug, not wanting to let this jerk ruin our date. "I just didn't like the way he was looking at me."
"He's an asshole," Bella giggles, taking me by surprise. "He is probably just jealous."
"Jealous of what?" I chuckle, entertained by how cute my girl is being.
"Of how hot you are," she tells me with a pretty blush.
She's never called me hot before! Just hearing her say the words, feels absolutely incredible. This date is already amazing, rude servers aside. This dinner feels like the start of something extremely special. As if we were slowing drifting into deeper waters. Our relationship feels more serious all of a sudden, which is great, because I'm completely in love with this girl.
The waiter returns with our drinks and I take a sip of my espresso, pretending as though I've had something other than shit coffee my entire life and I have some knowledge of the drink. Truly, I have no idea what espresso is supposed to taste like, but I imagined it would have tasted...better.
Before the waiter takes our order, I encourage her to get whatever she wants, telling her once again that I can afford it. She orders Ravioli Di Capriolo, and I don't know if it's because she is trying to be conservative about costs or if it's because she doesn't want meat. Since it's not the cheapest thing on the menu, I don't badger her about it.
"We'll take the Calamari for an appetizer and I'll have an order of Pesce Del Giorno."
"Very good, sir," the waiter says, his mood shifting now that he sees we aren't ordering the cheapest food on the menu.
"Are you sure that's what you wanted?" I question as soon as our server is gone. I want to make sure everything is perfect.
"Actually, it's one of my favorite dishes," she assures me with a smile.
We fall into an effortless conversation as we sip on our espressos. Conversations are always easy with Bella. We go from topic to topic so seamlessly that it's like we we're the same person. She is truly my best friend, unlike any girl I have ever met. Our appetizers come and Bella digs in. I'm always happy to see how comfortable she is around me. I hear some chicks hate eating in front of their date. I always thought that was so stupid, I mean, we know you have to fucking eat at some point. As we eat our Calamari we talk about our current favorite movies. I'm always pleasantly surprised by my girlfriend's tastes. Sure, she likes a good romantic comedy here or there, but she always likes the most obscure and horrific shit. I have always loved Science Fiction and Horror movies, and I'm thrilled to see my girl loves them as well. Most girls can't stomach that stuff, but once again, Bella Swan is notmost girls. Bella Swan is the woman I'm in love with.
We barely acknowledge the waiter when he arrives with our food, too deep in our conversation to remember the world around us. When I'm with her, nothing else matters. The past that I'm ashamed of, all my failures, and the struggles I have today, all wash away when she looks at me. It's hard to pay attention to anything else when she is near.
The food is incredible, and I can easily see why it's so damn expensive. It's worth every penny though, for I've never had a meal like this. Bella's pasta dish looks sad next to my entree, so I share with her, despite the fact that I'm still starving. As we eat our meal, night falls unusually early. The sky is black and it's not even six o'clock. When I hear the wind start to pick up, I know a storm is coming. Of. Fucking. Course.Bella shivers as she looks outside.
Reaching across the table to grab her hand, I ask, "Are you afraid of storms, baby?"
She blushes and shakes her head. But I know better. As much as I want to have dessert, I flag the waiter down for the bill. Bella stares out the restaurant's windows, her nerves apparent on her beautiful face. I just want to get her into bed and comfort her with my body. We finish up the meal and I pay our bill, leaving the server a generous tip, despite his general rudeness. Bella is antsy to leave, and I don't blame her. It does look horrendous outside.
"Sir," the host calls out, stopping us before we exit. "Some of the roads are beginning to flood, so please keep that in mind. We can't be responsible for any accidents."
I give him a tight smile and thank him. It's obvious that he thinks I have been drinking, despite the fact that I'm walking in a straight line and not slurring my words. Apparently, having so many tattoos just screams "deviant" to some people.
It is pouring by the time we get outside and I stop Bella before we step onto the sidewalk. I don't want her to get all wet, because I heard girls hate that shit. I do my best to keep her nice and dry under the restaurant's roof.
"Just wait here while I pull the car around!" I yell over the sound of the rain.
She rolls her eyes at me. Although she is obviously frightened by the storm, I know my girl hates looking weak.
"I'll be fine, Edward. Let's just run together."
I give her a dubious look, and shrug my shoulders. I guess if she wants to get nice and wet for me, I won't stop her.I grab her hand tightly in mine, and yell, "On the count of three!" We count together, "One! Two! Three!" And take off toward my car.
The rain is unforgiving and I curse myself for not checking the weather forecast. Living in Washington, I should know better by now. Apparently, I was too distracted by the thought of my beautiful date to do anything like that. With my free hand, I pull my car keys out of my pocket and unlock the car door. I can barely see in front of me, with the rain crashing down and the sky so dark. I know we won't be able to safely drive for a while.
We jump into the car, out of breath and completely drenched. Bella giggles as soon as she sees her outfit, and sits up straighter to see her smeared makeup in my rearview mirror. Now that she is wet, her dress clings to her body like a second skin. Allowing me to see every delicious curve she has. Now that I'm seeing her like this, in close quarters, with the possibility of something physical on the horizon, I wonder how I stayed away for so long. I watch her chest heave, as she tries to regulate her breathing, and I'm transfixed with the way her breasts jiggle with every breath. I want nothing more than to pull her dress down, and wrap my mouth around one of her perfect pink nipples. They are straining through the fabric of her dress, chilled by the rain, and I know my mouth will be able to warm them up.
I can feel that she wants this too. Her need is palpable and her gaze is trained on my body, worshiping me with her eyes, as I had just worshiped her. Her lust filled look alone, is enough to cause me to stiffen in my jeans. My cock is throbbing against my zipper and she hasn't even touched me yet. With our lust filling the air like electricity, we stare at each other for a long moment, as if to ask ourselves if we're really doing this, before our lips meet and our bodies crash against each other. She tastes fucking amazing and looks better than any fantasy I've ever had. As much as I want to have her and make love to her until she is screaming my name…I know I can't do it here. I can't let our first time together be in the backseat of my car. So, we kiss until the rain slows down and my cock throbs at the thought of what the night has in store for us.
A/N: So, as you can imagine this story is about to earn its M-rating. FINALLY! I never know when lemons are "too soon" in my story…but they have to happen sometime. Please review! Your reviews are better than all the candy in the world!
P.S. I'll be posting some photos of the restaurant and Bella's dress on my Facebook page-Lizzie Lee (Highlander Princess) as well as my Facebook group (The Highlander Princess's Clan) So go check it out.
Song- "Something" by The Beatles.