I don't own Twilight.

Edward

Ok, I'm just driving her home. I have managed to avoid all contact with Jailbait today and will remain quiet during the trip back to Forks.

Thankfully, Miss Swan falls asleep the second she's buckled up.

Perfect, I can relax and think about how to deal with a discrimination case I'm working on for a little bit.

"Mmmhmmm."

Really? Did Jailbait just moan?

That wasn't a moan, asshole. She's just making sounds in her sleep.

"Mmmhmmmm."

Jesus take the wheel. Because I cannot drive while she's making these sounds sitting right next to me.

"Bella, hey, wake up. You're having a ummm, ahem, bad dream."

She wakes up and looks terrified.

"Oh, shhi--- Edward, I'm sorry. Was I talking? I'm sorry."

"No. Not talking, just, I don't know, you sounded ... I thought I'd wake you up."

"I'm... fine, no dreams. Thanks. I'm sorry."

She sighs and lets out a deep breath as she slumps back into the seat. Her knees come apart like they did this morning. Except this time I smell... something. Unique, sweet, feminine, perfect.

Fuck me.

If that scent is coming from in between those legs I will throw myself under the next eighteen-wheeler I see.

"Edward? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, Bella. Just tired. I'm good. Are you cold? It's still pretty chilly here in the evenings and you're in that tiny dress."

Shit. Did I just say tiny dress? Fuck. I just noticed the nipples. Fuck. She thinks I'm talking about the nipples. Forget the nipples, Edward, you just said tiny dress.

"Oh. Umm. I'm sorry I guess this is totally inappropriate for work. I didn't realize. I just thought. I'm sorry, Edward," she apologizes again.

Ugh, yes say my name Bella.

NO.

Charlie. Shotgun. Job. Intern. Sixteen. Twenty-six. Wrong. Predator. Dateline. Chris Hansen.

YES.

Jailbait. Hood of my car. Legs wrapped around my waist. Wet. Hard. Fuck.

"Bella, I apologize. I didn't mean for it to come out like that," I tell her. "You look wonderful. Forget I said that."

She's biting her bottom lip (I need to bite that bottom lip) and blushing one second, and then smiling a coy smile and giving me an apologetic look from beneath her thick dark eyelashes the next.

Thank God we are at Charlie's.

Bella

He noticed.

Tiny dress.

Wait, did he notice that my nipples can cut through glass?

Ugh, what's going on with me?

I've been turned on before, obviously. But never in my life have I felt this wet between my legs. I am mortified. It actually feels slippery as I rub my thighs together. The things I was doing in my dreams. Wait. Dreams? I don't dream. Why was I dreaming of my hand down his pants? Or his face in my... Oh God. I need to find a cave and hide forever.

Thank God we are at Charlie's.