BELLA

"Well, this was fun." I say, thanking Edward for paying for the meal. It took me half an hour to reluctantly agree to let him pay the bill. In exchange, I get to treat him to drinks this week.

"It really was." He muses, offering his arm again just like he did earlier. I grab it, looking up at him as he looked down to me.

We were smiling as we exited the restaurant when suddenly...

Flash!

"Bella, is it true you're engaged?"

"Edward, when are you two tying the knot?"

"How long have you been together?"

"Are you pregnant?

Hastily, Edward wrapped his arm around me, grabbing me and not letting go.

"No comment, please." He shouted over the clamor of the crowd waiting outside the restaurant. I closed my eyes, still seeing the bright lights behind my eyelids. Fuck, I knew this was too good to be true.
Edward guided me, walking briskly along the sidewalk still holding me tightly against him. After we turned a few corners, we manage to catch our breath, leaning against a brick wall.

"Bloody fuckin' arseholes." He mutters under his breath. I could hear his harsh British accent accentuating his words, something he tells me only happens in extreme cases. "Are you alright, Bella? I swear if they laid a bloody finger on you-" His fists were clenched tightly, shaking as he looked around to see if there were still people on our tracks.

I was still panting, from the paparazzi chase to the thought of us being in the tabloids. It was all too much, and we've only been out together for a few hours.

Engaged? We haven't even kissed yet, for fuck's sake!

"It's okay, Edward. I'm fine, really." I placed a hand on his chest, slowly feeling his breathing calm down. He let out a huge breath, finally sighing.

"Okay, that's... That's good." His face visibly relaxed. I didn't realize that his arm was still wrapped around my waist, his hand tightly gripping me. I looked up at him, his smile making me feel safe despite the adventure we had earlier. His hand softly brushed my hair back, never letting his eyes off me. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead, making me melt in his arms.

"Fuck it." Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled away from his arms.

"Bella, what's wro-" Before he could finish his sentence, I placed my hands on both sides of his face and pulled him closer to me. My lips pressed tightly against his, his mouth opening slightly to let my tongue slide against his. My hands move and roam his back, feeling the muscles tensing slightly at my touch. He pulls me tightly against him, holding on to me tighter than before. He tastes like wine and menthol and oh god I want more.

Finally, we pull away, heavy breaths and faint music the only thing we hear. We quietly laugh, realizing how unreal our date was today. Neither of us wanted to let go, maybe hoping that the magic spell wouldn't end too soon. I decide to break the silence, not wanting our night to end.

"If it's not too soon, how about cashing in on the drinks tonight?"
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"So, she just gets caught there, her hand on his dick and me and some of the crew were there to fetch them. It was mortifying." We were both laughing loudly, having found a comfy space at the corner of a small pub.

"Holy fuck! She's crazy! What will the children think?" We were both a bit buzzed, sharing funny stories on set. This one involved America's princess, going down on a Disney star. At least, that was what was supposed to happen before we accidentally barged in on them in her trailer.

I snorted. "I'm pretty sure she's Cruella De Vil and not Cinderella." He smiled, unconsciously tracing small circles on the back my hand. Or maybe I was too aware of what he was doing to me.

"This was a great night, Bella. Thanks for giving me a chance." He said, and I swear his fucking stare just made me speechless.

"Of course. I mean, it was either you or one of those real life Ken dolls." I shrugged. He simply chuckled. I grabbed a swig from my beer. Was it my fourth? Fifth? Ah fuck it.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm bigger than that."

Say what?

I had a coughing fit. I mean, Jesus Christ.

"Bella, you okay?" He moved to my side of the booth, quickly rubbing circles on my back.

"Bigger than that? Jesus fuck, Edward!" I laughed out loud. I felt him shaking beside me.

"Bigger than those plastic Ken dolls. You know what I mean!" He said, a smirk on his face. "It's not my fault your mind's in the gutter."

Ah, so you want to play?

"Oh I'm not sure. Besides-" I leaned in closer to him, my lips barely grazing his ear. I could feel his breath hitch. Aha. Got you now, gorgeous. "There's only one way to find out how big you really are." I pull away, winking at him. He sits there, looking dumbfounded at my actions. I give him a smug smile, leaning against the couch.

Your move, big boy.

He shifts his head, tilting it to murmur something in my ear. "Well, Isabella. I'd love to show you some time." His hot breath sent goosebumps down my body. Gah!

I didn't know how to respond to that. Actually, I'm pretty sure I didn't want to reply to that.

Playtime's over, folks! The funtimes begin now.

I slid my hands into his hair. Fuck, so soft. His lips planted on mine, his tongue slowly swiping to gain access to my mouth. It was warm and wet and wonderful and I didn't want to stop. A whimper escaped my lips, and he smiled. His forehead against mine, he managed to whisper. "You're a fucking dream, Bella."

Before we got carried away and I just banged the wits out of him in this dive bar, I managed to pull back from him.

"So, do we do this at your place or mine?"