Ok, hi. I am so sorry for the delay with this chapter. I was having issues and I really couldn't go on the computer because I was having like horrible headaches but, it doesn't matter now, I'm ok. :)

Just a little warning, though I'm not sure anyone would object, but this is where the story is going to start earning its 'M' rating. This is also the first smut I've written, so I'm a little nervous about it. :x

I'm talking too much.

I woke up late the next morning, not having been able to fall asleep until sometime after 3am. Charlie was already at work, but I knew I would have to stop at the station to let him know that I would be out tonight, not just at work. I also needed to call Alice and let her know that Edward had finally asked me out. This was all so sudden to me; I didn't have enough time to properly inform everyone. I ate a quick breakfast, even though it was closer to lunch time, and took a shower.

I put off calling Alice as long as I possibly could. I didn't want to tell her I was going on a date with Edward with enough time for her to insist on coming over to help me get ready. She wasn't normally too overbearing when it came to that sort of thing, but since this was my first date since I was a sophomore in high school, she would find it necessary to be a part of my outfit picking process. That first date with Jacob all those years ago had been terrifying for me, and Alice had helped me pick my outfit. But this time, I wanted to do it all myself.

After I showered, I took my time and blow dried my hair. I was really trying to kill time, and 4pm was sneaking up on me. I decided to call my dad at the station, rather than stop by on my way to Edward's. I figured it would be less embarrassing for the both of us if I didn't tell him I had a date in person. Around 2:30, I called him.

"Chief Charlie Swan." I almost laughed at how serious he sounded.

"Hi, dad."

"Oh, hey Bells. What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?" This time I did laugh at his formality.

"Well, father, I was just calling to let you know I was going out tonight."

"All right, that's fine. Are you going out with Alice?"

I hesitated. "Uh, no. I actually kind of have a date."

There was a pregnant pause. "A…a date?"

I really felt bad for Charlie. He never had to deal with me during my high school years when I had a boyfriend. I think he was praying he would never have to deal with it.

"Yes. His name is Edward. I know him from Sofie's."

"What are you doing? What time will you be home?"

"I don't actually know what he has planned, so I don't know what time I would be home; I can't imagine it would be too late. Midnight would probably be the latest."

He sighed. "I'm not going to breathe down your neck about this, but for your old man's sake, be home by midnight, at least this once. I don't really know what I am doing here. I know you are almost 20, but I just don't know what to do." He sounded so defeated.

"Of course, dad. I'll be home by midnight. I doubt Edward would have any problem with that. I will see you when I get home, all right?"

"Yeah, I'll be up. Have a good time tonight, and be careful."

"I will be, don't worry. Have a good day at work, and I'll see you when I get home."

We said our goodbyes and hung up. It was almost 3 at this point and I still needed to get ready and call Alice. I headed upstairs and started to dig through my closet to find something suitable. Edward hadn't told me what we were doing, so I really didn't know the dress code I should follow. I settled for a pair of dark wash jeans and a soft feminine top with a pair of flats. It was cool today so I also added a light cardigan in case we would be outside. I didn't go crazy with makeup, just light and natural. When I was all finished, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and call Alice. Maybe she wouldn't answer.

After 2 rings though, she picked up with a perky "Hello Bella!"

I smiled to myself. "Hey Alice, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm all right. I have some news for you."

"Ohhh!" She squealed excitedly, "What kind of news?"

"I have a date with Edward Cullen tonight." I barely finished the sentence before she started celebrating on the other end. I had to hold the phone away from my ear for a moment.

"Oh my God, Bella! What time? Should I come over and help you pick out an outfit? Where are you going on this date?"

I chuckled softly, "Actually, I'm leaving when I get off the phone with you. I'm supposed to be at his cottage at 4. I already picked out my outfit and he didn't tell me what we would be doing. I hope he doesn't take me to the opera or something. I'm wearing jeans."

"Ugh, Bella. You should have called me earlier. I could have planned this all out." She paused. "Hey! You waited to tell me on purpose didn't you! Oh, you are in trouble for this, Bella Swan. I always plan your date outfits!"

I scoffed. "The only other date you planned an outfit for was my first date with Failcob, so don't even act like there were other dates besides that one."

"Ugh fine. But I want details tomorrow, do you understand?"

"Yes, you overbearing little brat."

She giggled. "Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Of course not. I'll call you tomorrow."

When we hung up, it really was time for me to leave. I grabbed my purse and headed out to the truck. When I was driving past Sofie's a little while later, I pulled out my cell phone and called Edward.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Bella." I said timidly.

"Hello Jellybean." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I just drove past Sofie's. Where am I going now?" He proceeded to give me directions to his parent's house. He stayed on the line with me, very patiently as I navigated his instructions. We hung up when I pulled in, and I nearly got lost finding the turn off for his cottage. When I pulled up, I was struck by how picturesque it was. It was a quaint, single story building, nestled into a small patch of trees. It seemed to suit him though. I took a deep breath and got out.

I slowly made my way to his front door. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I reached up and knocked lightly. As I waited in silence for him to answer, I heard voices on the other side of the door. It opened swiftly to reveal Edward, smiling widely at me, and his mother standing off to the side in what I assumed was his living room.

"Hi," he greeted. "Come on in. My mom just stopped by for a few minutes." He waved in her direction, and I smiled.

"Hello again, Bella. I just stopped in to remind Edward of something." She turned and smiled at him. "Don't forget to ask her, Edward."

He made a sort of half grimace and smiled. "Of course, Mom. I won't forget. I'll talk to you tomorrow, all right?" He still stood in the doorway, urging his mother to leave. She nodded and headed toward the door.

"Goodbye, dear. And I will see you soon, all right Bella?" She smiled at me and I nodded and smiled back.

Edward closed the door and turned to me.

"Sorry about that. She stopped by the moment I hung up with you." He looked a little sheepish. I found it adorable.

"Oh, it's fine. She seems very nice." He smiled and waved me into the kitchen. "What did she mean, 'Don't forget to ask her'?" He turned and looked at me, with his eyebrows raised. I immediately felt nosy. "Oh, I don't mean to pry…"

He just laughed. "Don't worry about it. She was talking about you though."

My eyebrows shot to my hair. "Why was she talking about me? What does she want you to ask me?"

"Relax, Jellybean. She just wanted me to invite you to my birthday party this upcoming weekend." He was standing in front of me now, looking right into my eyes.

"Oh. Of course I'd love to come."

"Good." He grinned and turned around heading for the refrigerator.

"How old are you turning?" I had an idea of how old he was, but I had never asked him outright.

"Twenty-one. Finally. Now I can drink legally." His smile was mischievous, and apparently, I was naïve.

"You drink even though you aren't old enough?"

He nodded, grinning a little. "I am in college, Bella. Emmett usually gets beer and things for me. He usually invites me to his parties too. I'm not out of control though, I only go out sometimes." He shrugged.

"I've never had beer before. Or any type of alcohol," I admitted.

"Really?" He looked amused and intrigued by that. "Well, I had dinner and a movie planned for tonight, but how cliché is that? No, tonight we will order pizza, and you will have a beer."

I balked. "Edward, I don't think that's a very good idea. I have to drive home…"

He chuckled. "Relax. I won't make you drink a whole case. Just one with your pizza. You don't have to drink it if you don't like it, I promise."

He was back in front of me now, his hands resting on my shoulders. I looked at him for a long moment before I nodded. "Just one." I shook my head. "I think you are a bad influence on me," I eyed him playfully.

He grinned, "I kind of hope so."

He turned and grabbed a menu off the top of the fridge. "What kind of pizza do you want?"

"Is pepperoni okay?"

He smiled. "Pepperoni is perfect," and he walked into the living room to order. He returned a moment later and opened the fridge.

"All right, Jellybean. Hop up on the counter there. It's time for your first taste of beer."

I sighed and hoisted myself up and in expanse of counter near the sink. He opened a drawer, popped open the bottle and handed it to me, while coming to stand in front of my legs. I was immediately reminded of last night, when I was sitting on the truck.

"Go ahead, have a taste." My eyes lingered on his mouth while my mind wandered to all the things in this room that I would like to taste. Most of them located on Edward.

"Bella?"

I snapped out of it and brought the bottle to my lips and took a sip. It was awful.

"Yuck. What the hell. This is horrible. Why do you drink this?" I handed it back to him, not wanting to ever taste it again.

He laughed at me like I was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He took the bottle from me and took a swig of it.

"I guess it's an acquired taste." He set it down next to me and leaned forward, resting his arms on either side of my legs. "It's better with pizza."

My resolve was slipping. It was getting harder and harder to resist the urge to grab him by the hair and wrap my legs around his waist to have my way with him.

I leaned in a bit. "I doubt it. Nothing could make that better." He leaned all the way in now, his eyes looking directly in to mine. "You will just have to try it and see." He pressed his lips to mine softly, tentatively. He pulled back after a moment and we stared at each other before he dove back in, more confidently this time. His lips captured my bottom lip and he sucked softly. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted faintly of beer. I had to admit, it did taste better combined with him. He moved his hands to cup my face now, as my arms wrapped around his back. I turned my head and he moved in to kiss me more deeply, but he quickly slowed the kiss, placing a few soft, swift kisses on my lips before pulling back and resting his forehead against mine.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time now, I don't think I could have waited another moment."

I pulled him a little closer. "I'm glad you didn't wait anymore."

He lowered his lips again for a slow, soft kiss. The rational part of my brain told me that I shouldn't be making out with Edward in his kitchen on our first date. But at the same time it felt perfect; like I'd known him my whole life, so I kissed him back just as passionately, not wanting to ever really stop. I parted my lips and I heard him groan softly. His tongue moved into my mouth in a slow, shy movement, meeting my tongue gently. I slid my hands up into his hair, gripping tightly as I pulled him closer so he was fully between my legs. His lips left mine and I gasped for air I hardly remembered I needed. His hands slid down from my face to wrap securely around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my cheek before he moved his lips to rest on my neck. I was still panting softly when there was a loud knock on the front door.

Edward pulled away a little reluctantly and pressed a kiss to my forehead before heading to answer to door. I wiped my hand over my face in an attempt to regain composure.

"Bella? Can you grab some plates from the cabinet behind you; we'll eat in here on the couch. Don't forget that beer." I could hear the humor in his voice as he spoke. I gathered the plates and grabbed the beer off the counter and walked into the living room. He was settled in the middle.

His couch was a squishy sectional. There was a type of lounge chair attached to the left side and a recliner on the right, with regular seats in the center. I sat down next to him and handed him a plate. I took a piece from the box and started to eat it. When I looked up, Edward was holding the bottle of beer in front of me with his eyebrows raised. I rolled my eyes and took it, washing down the pizza with a sip.

I shrugged. "It's not as bad as the first time, but I still don't like it." He laughed and took the bottle back from me. We ate and watched TV together, flipping through the channels, trying to find something to watch. We settled on some TV Movie for a little while, and just talked. At around 8, he asked if I wanted to watch a DVD. I agreed and told him to pick any movie he wanted while I cleaned the pizza box and plates up. We seemed to be settling into a routine right away. I smiled to myself at that thought. I removed my sweater and placed it on the counter, now that we were staying in the house for the night.

When I came back into the living room, Edward was now settled comfortably on the lounge side of the couch. I walked around the couch, and stopped, unsure of where I should sit now. He noticed my dilemma and smiled, opening his legs up a bit and gesturing for me to sit between them. I crawled awkwardly and situated myself between his legs, my back against his chest and his arms resting on his own legs, but close enough to my body that I almost felt like he was holding me.

The movie he had picked was Hitch. I was extremely pleased at his choice; Hitch had always been one of my favorites

"It's one of mine too." He stated softly near my ear He stated softly near my ear after I had whispered to him how much I loved this movie.

"The ending is a little silly though. With her brother-in-law pretending to date her to make Hitch jealous. And then he runs him over." I chuckled.

"I like the ending." He stated softly as his arms slid around me now. "He gets the girl in the end." I nodded in agreement and leaned back more securely against his chest.

As we watched, he began to kiss the side of my neck. I turned my head a little, giving him more access. He kissed in firm open mouthed kisses along the column of my neck. His hands began to move upward across my torso, and I moved my hands to rest on his legs.

"Are you all right?" He whispered.

"Yes." I breathed, shifting against his chest. I turned my head a bit and his mouth found mine immediately. His kisses were insistent but gentle. His hand slipped down under my shirt while I noticed his other hand reached for the remote to turn the movie off, all the while his lips were still moving against mine. His fingers danced over the skin of my stomach and then moved down to rest on the waistband of my jeans. I knew what he was asking, and I was quick to agree. To hell with moving too fast on a first date.

"Touch me," I breathed against his lips. I've never wanted anything more.

"Are you sure, Bella?"

"Please."

He quickly unfastened the button on my jeans and slid his hand down gently. I slid my legs up, bending them at the knee, and his hand slid past the waistband of my panties and down, before drawing his index finger up and circling my clit. I broke away from his lips and rested my head against his chest, panting softly.

"You are so wet, Bella." He groaned into my neck, and my panting increased at his words.

His fingers found a rhythm, circling my clit a few times before dipping down to enter me slightly then coming back up and starting over again. It was slow, delicious torture. After a few minutes, he started to focus on my clit alone. My fingers began to clench and grip the jeans covering his thighs. The build up was getting unbearable. My stomach began to clench and my breath was coming in quick gasps. Edward started to press his lips against my neck quickly, periodically sucking on a spot. Finally, it was beginning to be too much.

"Edward…Edwa…" I came, crying out softly, arching my back and closing my eyes. His fingers slowed, but still continued to rub gently until I came down. He kissed my neck softly and slowly withdrew his fingers. He reached for a box of tissues on the coffee table and cleaned off his hand before he covered my hands with his. He slowly massaged them and I finally loosened my grip on his legs. He wrapped his arms around me and I shifted in his lap so that I was facing him. I nestled my face into his neck.

He pressed his lips into my ear and whispered softly, "You are so wonderful, Bella." He pulled me tightly to his chest like he never wanted to let me go.

I hoped that he wouldn't.

So I hope that you liked it! lol and I'm sorry to Jacob fans. I like him, but for the sake of this story, not many people are a fan of him.

Please remember to review, and I will see you next chapter, which will take much less time than this one did.