"Okay, that's it! You two haven't had a proper date in five years." Emily announced, her eyes wide and arms up in the air like we had committed a crime.

"We have Patrick to take care of," I reminded her, sipping my water. She sighed dramatically.

"Bella, come on, just treat you and your husband to this for one night. I can handle Daniel and Patrick... They're not troublemakers when they're together."
I almost spewed my water over the table. "Are you serious?! They're absolute evil geniuses when they're together!"

Emily clasped her hands together and spoke to me as if I was a child.

"I can handle them, Bella. You and Jacob and going to go out and have a date and then you're going to express how much you love each other."
Water spew alert. This time it actually hit Emily in the face.

"Jesus, Emily! Are you going to tell us which position we'll do it in, too?"
She shrugged. "If you prefer."
I nearly flipped my chair over after she said that.
"I have decided! When you both get home from work tonight, I'll have an appropriate romantic dinner set out for you. Ah, ah, ah, no buts, young lady." she wagged her finger at me.

I sighed and rested my forehead on the wooden table.
"Whatever."

I was jittery the entire day after that. The prospect of a dinner date was an attractive thought, but Jacob and I hadn't done anything like that before. I would probably just embarrass myself.

Our version of a 'date' was sitting in the garage, sipping sodas and talking, not getting all dolled up and eating something that wasn't microwaveable. I liked 'our' version of a date rather than Emily's, but we hadn't actually done it before, so what could it hurt?

When I got home from work, Emily wrenched me upstairs and forced me to try on some outfit that I didn't even get a second glance at. Emily pushed me down the stairs and ran out of the house with a confused Patrick being tugged along. I almost laughed, but it came out as a sort of nervous giggle.

I looked around and spotted a sign wrote in black Sharpie marker.

Oh, Emily, you're silly.

'TO THE KITCHEN!'

I slowly turned the corner and stepped carefully over the roses that Emily had spread on the floor.

"Woah, Bells," Jacob said, grabbing my attention. I looked up at him and swallowed hard. He was wearing black dress pants, black socks, and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was so formal for Jacob yet so Jacob at the same time.
"You like nice," we said at the exact same time. Cue obnoxious blush.

Sighing, we both sat down at the table situated in the middle of the room. Jacob took the wine bottle on the table and poured some into our glasses.
"Can you believe that Emily did all this for us?" I asked, sipping at my drink. Jacob chuckled. "She can do whatever she sets her mind to.."
We lapsed into silence.

Why did I feel so awkward around my husband? This was so weird!
The stove dinged loudly, causing us both to jump a foot into the air. Jacob jumped to his feet and pulled out the chicken that looked good, but I doubt that I could eat it. I was so nervous that it wasn't even funny.

Jake placed small portions onto both of our plates and sat back down. Apparently he was as nervous as I was.

We ate in uncomfortable silence until Jacob finally said, "Do you want to take this into the garage?"
"Yeah!" I said a little too eagerly. We both stood, grabbed our plates and drinks and situated our little party in the garage. Almost immediately, the mood changed and we were joking like normal.

But my clumsiness made an appearance, and red wine spilled all over Jacob's white shirt.

"Damn," I cursed, "Sorry honey."
He laughed. "That's fine. It's Quil's shirt, anyways." And with that, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his rippling muscles.

Oh fuck, this was not going to end well.

Jacob set the shirt down on the hood of the Rabbit and settled down beside me. "It's kind of humid in here, Bells. Why don't you take that blouse off?"
I blushed, but nonetheless took off my blouse so I was just left in my black undershirt.

"This date is kinda overrated," Jake mused, smiling lazily.

"Yeah... What was Emily thinking when she made us sit down at the table instead of having a date in the garage?" I said.

"Mhm."
Summoning up my courage, I added, "You know what else she said to me?"
"Hm?"
"She said that after this she wanted us to 'express our love.' Silly... E-Emily."
Jacob grinned. "Oh, she said that, didn't she?"
I nodded.

"Well, we've already ruined this date, so it would be in our best interest if we filled out her last request of the night..." he let the sentence trail off as he looked at me with an all new hunger.

Physical desire overpowered everything. We hadn't had a good... 'round' in at least four weeks, so we were starved for skin-to-skin contact.
In a matter of seconds, my undershirt was off and I was completely naked from the waist up. (Emily had told me that "A bra would get in the way of your later activities.")

To any outsider, it would appear that we were attached by the lips.

Jacob rested his hands on my hips as our tongues battled each other. My hands were roaming all over his overheated chest. He pulled me impossibly closer and pulled his lips away.
He fumbled with my skirt till it was halfway down my legs. I kicked it off. Jacob then smiled and hooked his thumbs on my panties. Without a moment's pause, he had my undergarment off and on the floor.
My hands tugged at his pants and he assisted me in pulling them off.

Holy shit, he wasn't wearing boxers!

We wasted no time in connecting. It felt so good when he was inside of me. We just hugged for a long while before Jacob whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
Grinning, I asked, "You're so confident of yourself?"
"Just watch me, babe."
Jacob pulled out and then speared into me all the way. I let out an odd growl as he began to start up a rhythm.
"God, Bells, you're so tight," Jacob groaned. My fingers found their way into his hair and tugged relentlessly.

Every thrust was making more stars appear in my vision. Good going, Mr. Black!
Finally, after a fabulous fuck, we orgasmed together and then continued to make love till the wee hours of the morning.

When I woke up the next morning, I was snuggled up into Jacob's arms any my legs hurt so badly that I didn't even want to move.

"Hello?!" I heard Emily shout. I looked down. Jacob must have gotten us a blanket sometime during the night, because we were both wrapped up head-to-toe in fabric.

Emily cracked open the door to the garage and poked her head in, smiling like a mad-woman.

"Success!" she exclaimed.