A/N: Hey, hey, hey! How are all my lovelies doing? I seriously can't thank you all enough for the continued support, reviews, follows, and alerts. You make my heart pitter-patter.

Time for the second dates! Aren't ya excited?

Thanks to my beta and prereader: Sovereignvision and Twifan82

Thanks to my VBs: Jenny Cullen, Angel_eyes1_uk, and TwifanUK

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. I own two very excited boys who get to go to Disney World for the first time this weekend, and a third boy who doesn't have a shit clue what's going on. But it's all good. I'm excited enough for everybody. Woot! © 2011 twicrack83

*~*BPOV*~*

"Edward, are you in here?" I yelled into the darkness as I shut the door. "Dammit, it's too freaking dark in here."

"Yeah, Bella," Edward's voice floated from across the room. "I'm over here. There's a couch set up against the wall for us."

I stumbled through the darkness, arms outstretched, searching for the couch. My feet shuffled slowly, and I heard his gentle breathing as I got closer to my destination.

"Ah, there you are," he said, taking my hands and pulling me down onto the sofa next to him. "I think this is more of a chaise lounge than a couch, but that's nice. More room to cuddle."

"Well then," I countered, sneaking into his embrace, my back pressed to his front, his arms encircling my middle. "You sure know how to make a girl melt."

"That's actually a specialty of mine. I'm glad you noticed."

I could hear the smile in his voice. Absentmindedly running my fingers back and forth over the muscles of his forearms, I replied, "Thanks for meeting with me for this date. I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for making Emmett tell me your story."

"No problem. It was a long time ago, anyway," he paused and took a deep breath. "I didn't want to dwell on that tonight. I really wanted to do this."

His hand gently crept up my arm sending a pleasant shiver over my body. Sweeping the hair off of my shoulder, he shifted in his seat, leaned forward and pressed several soft, lingering kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet torture consumed me as my body reacted to his teasing. Heart rate increasing. Breathing erratic. Butterflies frantic… and only from a kiss!

"You know I saw you peeking at me," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot and warm as it flowed over my cheek. "The other day, before the group date, I was hoping to get a glimpse of any of you, to see what I was in for. But when I saw you crouched on that balcony, biting your lip, I knew I needed to have you."

My heart skipped into overdrive, and I was sure he could hear my pulse with as rapid as it was pumping. Frozen with anticipation, I held my breath. His fingers danced along my neck, coming to rest on my chin, and he angled my face back toward his.

"Breathe, Bella," his words washed over my lips, then his mouth was on mine and my head was spinning from intoxication.

Holy crap! I was a goner. His lips moved softly at first and grew stronger, more needy, as he cradled my head in his hand, gently pulling the hair at the nape of my neck. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own and popped out to get a small taste of him. Sweet and minty, soft and pliable. He opened his mouth and met my tongue with his own, leaving us both moaning at the contact.

My neck was starting to strain in my current position, so I scooted around and straddled his waist, never breaking our connection. I needed some friction to help the silent burning in my core, and he seemed to read my mind as I moved to hover over him.

Grabbing my waist, he pulled me forward and down, lifting his hips and grinding up against the perfect spot. He was firm and wanting, straining against his pants, needing the same friction I so desperately wanted to relieve. Groaning into each others' mouths, I fisted his hair in my fingers and plunged my tongue through his lips.

"Oh my god! Don't stop," I panted, breaking our kiss and continuing our hasty rhythm toward release.

"Never," he purred, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck. His tongue darted out, tasting my collarbone, and he cooed, "More."

His fingers roamed higher, finding purchase at the hem of my shirt, and he swiftly pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I felt his hands come back to my hips, and he pushed me down onto himself again, while running his nose from my neck to the swell of my breast.

"Yes! Please, more!" I mewled, shamelessly rubbing on him, shoving my chest toward his eager mouth.

One of his hands danced up my side, finding my covered flesh, and released me from the lace. He quickly cupped my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth, causing me to cry out.

"Mmm, Edward!"

He continued pulling… tugging… caressing my supple skin, eventually freeing the other breast and paying equal attention to both.

"Bella," he whispered, on the verge of his own climax. "Bella. Bella."

Grinding more forcefully, feeling a flush extend over my entire body, I breathed out his name as he continued saying mine. Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, I heard him murmur, "Bella, wake up. Come on."

Motherfucker!

My eyes shot open and standing over my bed was Rose, one eyebrow raised, suppressing a knowing smile.

"Ugh!" I growled, throwing my arm over my face. "You have the worst timing in the history of man!"

"Yeah, I could tell," she responded, sitting on the end of the bed. "Having a good time, huh?"

"No, kidding. Then you had to ruin it for me. What's the deal?"

"Ali needed you to quiet down."

"Oh," I immediately felt bad for making her uncomfortable. "Was I really that loud?"

"Pretty much. Ali wanted to be calm for her date, but you were riling her up."

"Shit, that sucks. Where is she? I need to apologize."

After Rose explained that Alice was currently relieving herself, I got up from my impromptu sexy-dream nap and followed her into the sitting area. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was worrying about my date with Edward. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, and I was working through different scenarios in my head. Apparently, my imagination really wanted me to apologize with a first date dry humping session. Not that I minded in my dream, but I'm pretty sure Edward would think I was one step away from Whoreville if I tried that in real life.

Guess that's what I get for reading smut before naps.

When Alice eventually made it back into the room, I pleaded for forgiveness and she let me know all was fine. She felt even more relaxed now than she did before, and she was very much looking forward to her date with Jasper. They were second to go after Emmett and Rose, and the boys had the chore of planning the dates for us.

"Are you excited, Rose?" Alice asked, plopping down between Rose and me on the couch. "Do you know what he has in store for you yet?"

"I'm very excited!" Rose exclaimed, beaming at Alice. "And the only thing I know about the date ith there will be a mathage table."

"Wow," I added. "He's going all out. I didn't even get a drink. He must really want to impress you, babe."

Rose glowed. She could barely contain her enthusiasm, and I was thrilled for her. Emmett was a good match for Rose, and she was minutes away from figuring that out on her own.

After giggling and chatting about Rose and Emmett's upcoming date, the crew member finally came to escort her to the dark room. We squealed, hugged, and wished her good luck as her cheeks turned pink and she walked out of the suite, skimpy unmentionables hidden underneath her t-shirt and jeans.

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*~*EPOV*~*

"Hey, donkey tits!" Emmett yelled as he strolled through the door. "I'm back!"

"Nice, Em," I replied, getting up from the couch and walking to the fridge. "Did you kiss Rose with that mouth?"

"I don't kiss and tell, bro."

"Bullshit," Jasper joined in, gathering the supplies for his date.

"I'm offended, Jazz," Emmett joked, plastering his features with fake shock. "I did have an amazing time, in case you were wondering."

"Details, ass-monkey," I prodded, patting his cheek a little harder than necessary, emphasizing each word.

"Fine, but only an overview," Emmett agreed, sitting in a chair at the table. "I get to save the best parts for my own use at an unspecified date and time, and you two can fill in the blanks as you see fit. Just don't fuck too much with my awesomeness."

Jasper and I rolled our eyes, but nodded and encouraged him to proceed.

"Well, I was in the room first because I wanted to make sure the massage table and accessories were to my liking. Just when I was turning on the table warmer, I heard the door knob click, and Rose announced herself. I reassured her that she wasn't alone, and I tried my best to gently guide her over to the fluffy chair in the corner of the room. After explaining to her that I have some massage therapy experience, she agreed to me giving her a rub down.

"I gave her the choice to leave her clothes on, but she insisted it would be easier for me if she stripped down. When she voiced this to me and I heard clothes hitting the floor, I couldn't be happier the room was pitch black. I was sporting some major wood by that point, and had a difficult time keeping track of making sure my mouth didn't get me into trouble.

"Throughout her massage, we talked about our careers, and she was ecstatic that we both had a passion for teaching children. I told her a little more about being the mascot, and she laughed at my subtle jokes. We were both very comfortable with each other, and I could've spent hours sharing my soul with her.

"By the end of the date, she complained of being wobbly from my mad massage skills, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before sending her out the door."

I stared at Emmett, dumbfounded by his story. When I looked over at Jasper, his arm had stopped mid-air holding a bottle of wine, and his mouth was hanging open in surprise. He looked exactly like I felt. Neither of us knew how to react to what we'd just heard. Emmett had actually expressed having a connection with a woman… a real life, flesh and blood, walking and talking woman. He didn't share any inappropriate details, and kept the majority of their date to himself. He didn't even try to get in her pants.

It was a miracle.

"Uh oh," Emmett started, getting a terrified look on his face as he glanced between us. "Did I do something wrong? Shit! I fucked it up, didn't I?"

"No!" I returned, regaining my bearings. "No, Em. You did exactly everything right. I think we're just a little taken aback because you expressed true feelings for Rose. It's a huge step in the relationship department."

"Edward said it perfectly," Jasper added, placing the wine bottle on the counter. "We're proud of you, man. Congrats! You've graduated to big boy panties."

"Thanks, guys," Emmett beamed. "I really appreciate it. Does that mean you'll stop making fun of me for wearing tighty-whiteys now?"

"Nope," I laughed and popped him in the shoulder with my fist. "You will forever be shunned for your choice of undergarments."

"But they keep all my junk from bouncing around," he grabbed his crotch and shook it a bit. "There's too much to leave swinging in the breeze. I'd scare people if I didn't rein it in."

"I don't think you should be talking, either," interrupted Jasper, looking pointedly at me. "You wear make-up, dude. That's shun-worthy if you ask me."

Immediately going on the defensive, I said, "Hey… I only wear it to cover up blemishes."

They both chuckled loudly, and Jasper stated, "The fact that you just called pimples blemishes puts you two steps away from man-lovin', and that's inexcusable."

I shrugged his comments off, and we joked back and forth until Jasper had to leave for his date with Alice. He'd planned a romantic date, complete with wine, whipped cream, and chocolate. Alice was supposed to bring the fruit for dipping, and they were all set for their fun in the dark.

Jasper was out the door in the next ten minutes, and we watched as our foul mouthed friend was let loose on the fiery little Alice. I sent Jasper calming thoughts, and hoped he could share his disorder without fear of repercussions. Only time would tell if they could truly handle each other.

A/N: Well, we figured out the owners of the suitcases! Rose had the skimpy negligee and viber, Bella owned the erotic book, leaving Alice with the fancy bag and clothes. For the boys, Edward owned the make-up and V-neck shirts, Emmett owned the tighty-whiteys and the Fleshlight, leaving Jasper with the book on tantric sex. Good job to those who guessed correctly!

Also, don't shoot me for the cockblock. It was only fair since Edward had to suffer blue balls that Bella should feel his pain, so to speak. Now they're even.

Up next will be the results of Alice and Jasper's date as well as Edward and Bella's one on one time. If you have any suggestions for their dates, or what you might like to see in the future, let me know.

I know this is shorter than I normally post, but I had end of semester crap to deal with at work, and I leave on vacation this weekend, so I wanted to at least give my beautiful readers something to whet your palate until I had the time to write more. Thanks for hanging in there with me! I truly appreciate each and every one of my wonderful readers!

Loves,

M ;)