Hey guys. A lot of pple asked for Alice's POV on this on, sooo, voila! Oh, and did you know, that I went on the net at about 9, with intentions of checking my mail quickly, and writing some of this. Now it's one in the morning, and I've just started. I have NO self-control with twilight related things. I was on Fanfiction and the lex for a whole of 4hrs. Damn.

Another thing. I umm, wrote this a while ago, and I thought I'd posted it. But, I hadn't. SO, um, don't kill me.

And I keep forgetting the damned disclaimers! So here it is: I OWN NOTHING.

Alice's POV
Everything was going perfectly.

After six long months of refusal from Edward, Bella was finally going to have her day.

Ooops!

But I had to be careful with my thoughts, because, my dearest brother? Yeah, not so trusting.

I'd had the outfit I saw in my vision put on display by the staff. They were only too happy to oblige.

And, my little scheme was going exactly according to plan. Including Edward's boner.

I looked across the aisles. Edward was such a horny little ducky. I knew why, because of his conditions, his image and his pride.

Men. Always with their stupid pride. Luckily for us, Edward had chosen his weak spot to go up against, and he was fighting a losing battle. All Bella had to do was be in the right place at the right time.

In the right outfit.

The only thing that went wrong with the previous plans was that we let Emmett in on them. Edward knew something was up when he heard poor Emmett counting the bathroom tiles, and grew even more skeptical when Bella called him upstairs.

So, that plan went out the window. But this one? This one was classic.

It was so foolproof, not even Emmett could mess it up. Not that we made the mistake of telling him, of course.

I caught my Jasper's eye across the store. He grinned slightly while Edward was. . .distracted.

When he saw the mannequin.

This would be a piece of cake.

Edward's POV
After I thought about, ahem, Jessica Stanley, for a while, I was calmer, thankfully. I could only imagine my embarrassment if one of the staff came and saw me like this.

While looking at lingerie.

I was really and truly pathetic. But I wanted to do this properly. I didn't want another reason for Bella to be soulless. Good, kind, innocent Bella.

Yes, her innocence would give her some points. She deserved heaven. I wasn't going to drag her down to the deepest pits of hell with me. She was an angel. She couldn't be weighed down by a demon such as myself.

I sighed and wandered aimlessly, slowly. Where was Bella? She still didn't actually like shopping, but usually threw on whatever Rosalie and Alice shoved through the dressing room door.

But I saw them, coming toward Jasper and Emmett.

So where was Bella?

"So, Rosalie. . ." Emmett started slyly.

"Yes, Emmett? " She replied, taking his hand.

"Well, I was wondering if we could get," he held an outfit in a hanger, "this little number? You know, for later."

"Sure. Lemme try it on first, though." She started to walk off. "You could join me if you want. You know, to see if you really like it." She said, with a suggestive grin on her face.

And you could take it off me, for practice with this particular. . .piece. She thought.

God. I supposed that they were the ones who rubbed off on my Bella and made her not-so-clueless about these things. She didn't even blink whenever Emmett cracked one of his rude, crude jokes. Which happened to be quite often.

Emmett's face, of course, burst into the widest grin he could muster and walked swiftly in her direction. So quickly, in fact, that the speed was inhuman. Emmett was really easily excited.

Soon after, I saw images of Rosalie in that outfit, in Emmett's mind, that, needless to say, were too graphic for words, and then it came off. The 'little number', I mean.

I suppose Emmett wasn't one for foreplay.

And it was really tiny, not more than 7 inches, I guessed. On the top and the bottom.

I tried to block that out, and looked at Alice and Jasper.

Okay, bad idea.

Jasper was now holding a small see-through outfit that was held together by several strings by his thumb and index finger.

And tiny Alice was nodding and smiling.

Okay, I don't want to be part of that conversation either, I thought.

Then, a few seconds before they 'disappeared', Alice thought at me, I think Bella's looking for you too, Edward. Go find her.

Those were instructions I could follow.

I quickly scanned the aisles and floors, coming up empty handed. Perhaps she was in the changing room?

But which ones?

I decided to check the ones near the lingerie department first. They were the most secluded, and I certainly hadn't caught her scent anywhere on the other floors.

I started toward the dressing rooms. Sure enough, I caught her dizzying scent, still wonderful, but less mouth-watering, since she became a vampire.

"Edward?" she called softly, sensing I was near.

"Yes, my angel, I'm right here." I answered. What was she doing in here this long?

"Could you come in here? I'm dressed, but I want your opinion on something." She called.

"Sure, sure. . ." I answered, finally locating which room she was in.

The dressing rooms in Nordstrom's were large, catering to the customers' expensive tastes. So, they made sure that the dressing rooms were rectangular, not suffocating, and long-ish, so the customers could walk, and model the clothes for themselves. Also, each individual room was mirrored right around.

The door was slightly ajar in the room Bella was occupying.

I pushed the door open, expecting to see a fully clothed Bella asking if I liked what she was wearing.

What I got, however, was every teenage boy's wet dream. Including mine.

She was scantily clad in the corset and boy-shorts that I'd seen on the mannequin earlier. The one that made me, errr. . . .aroused, after imagining Bella in the contraption.

She smiled, trapping me in her eyes.

Needless to say, my self-control was toast.

Well? I know it was short, but this was a build up to the next chapter, which is gonna be filled to the brim with lemony goodness. So, prudes beware next chappie! It's gonna be a competition between Eddie's self-control and Bella's, ahem, new-found talents.

It's gonna be a baking competition to remember!

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