A/N: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Her characters are my playground. I have to speed up time a little bit here, but I assure you, you won't miss a thing!

Thank you to my beta, kaydee1005. You are awesome, fixing all my tense issues and other basic grammatical embarrassments, lol. Thanks to my pre-reader, Padme-And-Anakin-4-Ever.

Have you seen Eclipse yet? I have, I enjoyed it immensely—definitely the best one so far! I am going again this weekend, a couple times.

Chapter 7-I Want More Time

BPOV

Finally, it's Friday; I can relax for two days in a row. This is new to me and I plan on enjoying that time. Edward had been calling me every night and we would talk for hours. It was amazing. He was amazing. I had only seen him four times this week, and all of those times were during the lunch rush at work when he would come through the drive-thru. He always ordered the same thing, a large Big Mac meal with Dr. Pepper, and I would always give him a hard time about how nasty Big Macs were. We never had time to do much else, but I enjoyed those moments more than anything.

Tonight we were going out again. He wouldn't tell me where he was taking me or what I should wear—he only told me to come hungry. I assumed he was taking me to dinner, so I had Alice help me pick out something nice to wear yesterday. I had to remind her of my 'hoochie' outfit last weekend and that I didn't want to look like that; I wanted to look beautiful.

On my way home from work, I just 'happened' to drive past Edward's office. I noticed that his car was still there and worried whether or not he was still going to make it tonight. It was weird that we both worked the same hours, considering how different our jobs were. I let my insecurities go when I got home, and I jumped in the shower. It was bad enough he had to see me in my work uniform, so I sure as hell didn't want to smell like work.

I took great care in shaving my armpits and my legs—all the way up. When I got out of the shower, I decided to give myself a little trim—down there. Alice said I should have it waxed, but I was way too embarrassed to have someone messing around down there; a trim would just have to do. I applied the lotion that Alice insisted I use, saying that the freesia scent would compliment me very well, threw on some comfy clothes, and waited for Alice to arrive as she was going to help me get ready so I could look my best.

Alice finally showed up and helped me pick out a beautiful outfit. I was surprised to see how good I looked and felt; it was still comfortable and she even allowed me to wear flats. She had me in a long flowing blue floral skirt, with a matching midnight blue blouse. She fixed my hair in a way that accented the shape of my heart-shaped face, with my curls being loose and elegant. My make up was natural looking and I could barely tell I had any on. Everything was perfect; I even felt perfect.

Edward had talked me into letting him pick me up, so by 7:30 I was ready to go and sitting at the dining room table waiting for him. Angela came home at that time, and we talked for a few minutes until I heard a knock at the door. Angela excused herself and went to her room so I would have some privacy.

I walked slowly to the door, nervous as hell. When I opened the door, I thought I might die from shock. Edward was standing there in khaki pants and a forest green polo shirt that matched his eyes. His smile was huge and crooked as usual. His hair, well, let's just say it still looked like he just rolled out of bed—it was sexy as fuck! It appeared like he didn't bother shaving, and that scruff was doing more to me that I cared to admit.

"Bella," Edward croaked out, his voice almost shaky.

"E...Edward, let me grab my purse, and we can get going." I turned around to get my purse off of the dining room table. When I turned back around I was surprised by the stare Edward was giving me—it was almost predatory. Of course, I blushed and he chuckled.

"Shall we go?" Edward reached for my hand as I locked the door behind us.

EPOV

Bella looked gorgeous; I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. We walked to my car hand in hand, fingers laced together. I held open the car door for her, waited for her to get in, and then closed the door behind her. I watched her as I walked around the car and noticed she was fidgeting. I decided then and there, as I was getting into the car, that I had to make her feel special; I didn't like seeing her feeling uncomfortable.

She was nervous as we pulled out of her driveway and headed to the main drag in town. I tried to talk to her, hoping to relieve some of her anxiety.

"Bella, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just nervous. I haven't done this before." She is biting her lip again, and I tried to keep myself together; I settled for holding her hand in mine.

"You have no reason to be nervous, Bella, this is our second date. Do you wanna tell me about it?" Please tell me what I can do for you.

"I just never had anyone pick me up before and I have no idea where we are going and I don't know how to act and I…"

I interrupted her; she was just too cute. "Bella, don't worry sweetie. How about this, I will tell you where we are going, but you have to trust me."

She glanced at me, smiled, and seemed to relax a bit. "OK, thanks, Edward. Where are we going?"

"Dinner." That's all I would give her at that time. I wanted to keep hearing her voice.

"I assumed that much since you told me to come hungry. Will you tell me where we are going?"

I could give her that, since she asked; I loved messing with her. "How do you feel about Italian?"

"I love Italian." She actually smiled—a full, happy smile. I did an internal fist pump for bringing that out in her.

"Excellent. My brother, Emmett, told me about this place in town. Bella Italia, have you been there before?"

There was the blush again. "No, I haven't it…it's sort of, uh, out of my price range."

"Well, that goes for both of us, I haven't been there either." I smiled my best smile, but I didn't even have to try, everything was so natural with her. "We're here."

"Wow, Edward, that was quick. How fast were you driving?" She reached for the door handle and I stopped her.

"Oh no you don't. You are going to sit there like a good girl and I'm going to come let you out." She gave me the stink eye, so I added, "Please, Bella, let me do this for you?"

She nodded with a roll of her eyes. I got out and walked around to the passenger side to open her door. Reaching for her hand, I helped her out of the car. She blushed, of course, and I couldn't help but wonder how far that blush reached. Geez Cullen, get a grip. As we were walking up the sidewalk towards the restaurant, I put my hand on the small of her back and led her up the steps to the door. I opened it for her and followed her in.

Once the hostess had us seated and our drinks were ordered, I looked up at Bella. I still couldn't get over how beautiful she was—and all of the things I eventually wanted to do to her. My cock twitched, the traitor bastard that he was, and I had to remind him to behave. For the first time in my life, I wanted to take things slow and really get to know a woman; he will not ruin this for me.

BPOV

This place was amazing, as was Edward. I still had a difficult time understanding what a man like him would want with me, but he had done nothing but treat me like a lady. Even with the look he was giving me right now, I was not worried about my inexperience. He looked at me like he was undressing me with his eyes and thinking dirty thoughts, but none of his actions showed me that those were his intentions. I vowed to be less shy and let him know how I felt, at some point.

We both ordered the mushroom ravioli, and I was surprised when he didn't take his eyes off of me while the waitress unashamedly flirted with him. He didn't even seem to notice her.

We talked all through dinner and finished off a bottle of wonderful Italian wine. His manners were impeccable and he was very attentive the entire time. When he paid the bill and refused to let me pitch in, I knew within my heart, that I wanted this man. We walked away from the restaurant and headed down to the marina.

I wasn't scared at all being with him, and the May weather was perfect for a night walk. We walked hand in hand, talking about anything and everything. It was like we had always known each other. The electricity that flowed between us never faltered, and it seemed that both of us felt it with every touch. We stopped when we reached the end of a dock that I hadn't realized we were even on.

"Bella, I'm having such a great time. I just want you to know how special this is to me." I blinked a few times as Edward told me this, and I wondered if I should tell him what I was feeling too. I decided that I had to be honest, no matter how embarrassing it was.

"Me too, Edward. It's amazing, being here with you. I feel like we didn't just meet and that we have been friends forever."

Edward shocked me with his next statement. "Friends? Is that what you think this is, Bella?"

I just stood there, stuttering, not able to get a single word out. He seemed almost…upset.

"Bella, if we were friends, would we do this?" He reached around my back, pulled me tightly to him and kissed me; this time was not as tender as last time. It was hot, it was needy, and it was passionate. I returned his kiss with everything I had.

My hands were all over him, and his were all over me. We took turns panting and gasping, even whispering each other's names. I couldn't stop, no matter how much my mind told me to. I had never felt this needy, so wanton. I wanted this man, and right now, I didn't care if he took me right here on this damn dock.

Our kisses became even more frenzied, as hands started grasping at clothes. He slowed his movements, lessened the kiss and pulled back. I whimpered at the loss of his glorious taste and not-so-tender touches.

EPOV

Oh. My. God.

She tasted so good, and her body fit perfectly with mine. I needed to stop that, or I would end up bending her over right here, and I didn't want to do that to her. She meant so much more to me than a public fuck.

I regrettably pulled away, but still held her hands in mine. We were both breathing heavily, and I could see the look of hurt all over her face. I bent down and hugged her to me. I could feel her breasts and every breath she took against my own chest. I gave her little sweet kisses on her head and tried to find a way to tell her how I felt.

"Bella, sweetie." There was that word again, why did I keep calling her that? "Please look at me."

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. I couldn't stand to see her cry, so I used my thumbs to wipe her tears away before I kissed both of her cheeks.

"Bella, please don't cry. I…I want you to know something. Please listen to all I have to say before you say anything." She nodded and I continued talking as I held her in my arms.

"I am not saying no because I don't want you. Trust me when I say that this is harder for me than it is for you. I have never taken a woman out on a date, I have never spent hours on the phone with her on a daily basis, and I certainly didn't frequent her place of business. You…you are different. I want something special with you. I don't want to use you for quick gratification—you are so much more to me than that. Do you understand what I am saying, sweetie?"

Her small, shy smile told me she did understand. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and pulled back to listen to what she had to say.

"Edward, this is so amazing. I know we only met a week ago, but I really like you. I want you to know that I have never behaved like this before. I don't want you to think I am just some easy lay or anything. I mean, you are only the second guy I have ever kissed. This, the way I behaved with you, is not really me. I don't know why I am so forward with you, but I really do want that with you, and it scares me."

Did she really think, even after what I just said to her, that all I wanted was to fuck her? I needed to do something to show her what she really meant to me. I leaned in and gave her another long, passionate kiss, and she welcomed it with open arms. Literally, her arms engulfed me and she was kissing me back with so much passion. I didn't care anymore whether she could feel my cock or not. I wanted this woman, just as much as she clearly wanted me.

"Edward?" Bella gasped in between kisses. "Would you, err, I mean, can you take me home, to my house?"

What the fucking hell? Was she asking me what I thought she was asking me? Oh god, I hoped so!

"Sure, anything you want, Bella, but I don't want to end our night."

"Don't worry, it's not over." She looked down and giggled.

Silently, we walked—practically ran—back to the car that was still parked outside the restaurant. We got in the car and headed back to her place. We were quiet all the way, but always touching. The sexual tension in the car was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I knew what I was thinking. I wanted her with a fierce passion, but I also wanted to take things slowly—to treat her with respect. How could I do this without hurting her feelings? As much as I wanted her, I didn't want her like this. I wanted more time.

A/N: I know, I'm mean! Guess you will just have to put the story on alert so you don't miss the next update! I also know it seems weird that they are so open and up front, but they have this strange attraction and they can't help it. I want them to always be honest with each other and that magnetic attraction. Thanks for reading!

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