A/N: This nice fluffy chapter is dedicated to Cat. :)

"Hmm." He seemed to be thinking hard about what I had just said. "So then that would make me, if I remember this correctly, the lion?"

I nodded.

"Helpless lamb?" He pointed at me.

"Baaa," I bleated.

Then he did the most unexpected thing....

Chapter 11

He leaned down slightly and bent his arms, flexing his fingers out in front of me. I was completely taken aback by this change in position and not sure what to do.

"Edward. What..."

He didn't respond, only began to slowly pace across the room towards me, hands out in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he looked intently at me.

"You...just...stay right there!" I started to walk backwards gradually, not taking my eyes off of him.

Then that creepy smile slowly spread across his face again, the one that made him look like a crocodile lying in wait. I was admittedly getting a little freaked out not knowing what he was going to do next.

"Edward, stop playing!" I frantically said, inching closer to the side of the bed. He didn't say a word, but merely continued to move closer and closer to where I was.

When he was about three feet away from me, he finally stopped. I heaved a sigh of relief that he appeared to be done with whatever game he was playing, but before I could finish it, he growled. It was similar to the growls I had heard him make before, only this one seemed to come from much deeper in his chest. I gasped in surprise, and he sprung at me.

"Aaahh!" I managed to squeal before we were both tossed back onto Edward's large bed. I felt his arms encircle and lock around me. He wasn't resting all of his weight on me somehow, but had me close enough that it was hard to breathe. At least I think that's why I was having trouble.

I started to wiggle my arms to try to fight back, to no avail.

He chuckled softly. "It's no use, little lamb. I've trapped you."

I didn't reply, only tried pointlessly to get my arms free again. I could feel him continuing to chuckle, his body shaking slightly on mine. That didn't work, so I instinctively started squirming, trying to see if I could move my lower half since my upper half was obviously going nowhere. He had my legs firmly pinned down with the weight of his own, and I couldn't move them. I moved my hips, and brushed up against his pelvic area, and his movement and laughter immediately stopped. I looked up and noticed that he was suddenly wide-eyed.

He didn't say anything or loosen the hold on me, so I did it again more purposefully.

He groaned. "Bella...what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to use my...assets to free myself from your evil feline clutches, what does it look like I'm doing?" He didn't respond, so I startled wiggling again until I hit just the spot on his body I was aiming for.

"That, little lamb, is a surefire way to make sure that I never let you leave this room." His eyes were smoldering as he looked down on me, and I was completely turned on. "Ever. Again."

"Promise?" I said, trying my best to sound sultry.

He leaned down to my lips and I closed my eyes in expectation, when a buzzer sounded from down the hall. We were both startled and jumped, and he loosened his grip on me. I was the one to groan this time.

Grr, stupid buzzer...right at the best part.

He sighed. "Looks like dinner's ready." He let me go and rose off of the bed, reaching out a hand to help me up. I nodded and we walked hand-in-hand back to the kitchen.

He pulled the dish out of the oven, and I saw and smelled that it was lasagna.

"Wow, did you make that from scratch?" I asked, impressed.

"Yep, it's one of my mother's favorite recipes. I know you like pizza, so I hoped you'd also like lasagna."

"I do, I do." I nodded.

He smiled and set the dish down to cool. "Hey, why'd you sound so surprised? Are you shocked that I actually know how to cook?"

"I don't know, a little bit I guess." I felt really weird just then even trying to make assumptions about him since I really didn't know all that much about him to begin with. "It sure smells good."

"Still has to cool for about five minutes or so. Do you mind making the salads?"

"No! Yes, I can totally do that." I blushed, embarrassed that I hadn't already offered to help with the food by now.

"I'd appreciate it. I was going to make them myself before the oven was done, but I was...distracted." He smiled at me, taking his oven mitt off again.

I blushed a little. "Well since that was probably my fault, I'm glad to help."

We took turns washing our hands in the kitchen sink and then he pulled out a cutting board, knife, and salad bowl for me to throw everything in. I took the vegetables out of the fridge and got to work. He got the plates and silverware and went out to set the table in his dining room. I loved to cook, and spent plenty of time chopping veggies and such in my own kitchen at home; I really found it comforting. I even found it comforting in Edward's kitchen, oddly enough. As I chopped up the tomatoes and cucumbers, I began humming a little tune without even thinking about it.

"Going okay?" The unexpected voice in my ear made me jump. I didn't realize that Edward came back in the kitchen and had walked right up behind me. I luckily managed to not hurt myself with the knife I was using.

"Yeah." I set the knife down and tossed some tomatoes into the bowl on top of the lettuce. He was still standing directly behind me, and I could feel his breath tickle my ear. I shivered a little, hoping he didn't notice.

"You seem tense tonight, Bella. What's got you so jumpy?"

I wanted to tell him exactly what had my body and emotions on edge, but it didn't seem like a good time, if ever. "Nothing, I'm alright. You just surprised me." I turned around and smiled, trying to reassure him. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in the eyes, and I saw concern in them. "Really Edward, I'm fine."

He seemed to accept that and the worry faded from his eyes. He smiled again, brushing my lips gently with his own.

"What would you like to drink, Bella?"

"You mentioned having wine, that would be fine if you still do."

"Great, I'll go get it."

He turned and headed to another room, then reemerged with a new bottle of red.

Surely he doesn't have his own wine cellar.

I turned around and finished with the salad before putting the knife and cutting board into the sink and rinsing my hands off. I put the salad into smaller bowls and carried them out to the dining table, while he brought in the lasagna.

Dinner was amazing. I originally thought that he had bought the lasagna elsewhere and was just warming it up when I got there, but then decided that a man who was so good at seemingly everything definitely could and would have made our meal. I really only knew that he was a good lawyer by his own admission, and I knew that he was a brilliant lover, so why couldn't he also be a great cook?

"That really was excellent by the way," I said, as I helped bring the dirty dishes back into the kitchen after we had finished eating.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"So uh, what do we do now?"

He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "Well I figured we could watch a movie. Unless you had something else in mind?"

I blushed slightly and his lips curved upwards. Damn my pale skin!

"A movie sounds nice."

"They're in the living room; lady's choice. You can go ahead and look if you want, I'll just finish up here."

I wiped my hands off on a nearby dishtowel and then went to pick out a movie. He had probably close to fifty dvds, all different genres. I settled on a simple comedy and put it in the player. I had to wait for Edward to turn everything on though, as he had about five remotes for the various electronics in the room and I had no idea what operated what.

He entered shortly after me and grabbed a seat on the couch, turning on the television.

"Find something you wanted to watch?"

"Yes, I did. I assume it'll be okay with you since you own it and all."

He chuckled and patted the couch next to where he sat. I nearly skipped over, and sat down next to him. He laid an arm around my shoulders, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

I could get used to this.

I shuddered slightly at that errant thought, and Edward must have felt it.

"Are you cold? Do you want me to get a blanket?"

"Umm...yes, if you don't mind."

He hopped up and left the room only to return a few seconds later with a red fleece blanket. He spread it out and laid it across me, then sat back down and curled underneath it with me.

"Better?" He wrapped his arm back around me.

"Much, thank you." I smiled and resumed my previous position.

We watched the movie snuggled up together without talking, laughing at the funny parts when necessary, and just enjoying each other's company. Before long the credits were rolling upwards on the screen, and Edward had turned the television off.

As I laid there nestled next to him, I couldn't help but reflect on what an unexpected and amazing weekend it had been so far. I met this handsome man on Friday with a charming personality, he seemed to like me, and we had already hit the sheets twice now. Sleeping with someone I had known for so short a time was not something I normally would have done, but so many things about Edward were different, including how I was around him. I felt very comfortable with him, like I had known him longer than I had, and he made me feel attractive and wanted. I hadn't felt either in so long, and he gave me both.

So what could be the harm in that?

I made the decision there and then, and as soon as he turned his face towards mine to speak, I crushed my lips against his. I continued to kiss him with all the passion I could gather, in case this would be the last time I was able to do so. He responded back in kind, and I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to flit against my own. He moaned when I began to explore his mouth, and his hand reached up to rest behind my neck.

His mouth slowly moved from mine and started to nip gently at my neck. He made it over to the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulders joined, and lightly sucked and licked at it, driving me wild. One of his hands cupped a breast, as his thumb began to slowly torment my nipple. I ran my hands through his hair, over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the muscles stiffen and flex under my touch.

"God, Bella, what you do to me..." I heard him utter against my neck, sending a shudder through my body and already heightened senses.

"Edward...bed," I managed to articulate.

He reached both hands under my bottom and stood up, as I continued to nuzzle my nose into his neck, placing light kisses on any bit of skin that I could reach. We made it back to his room, "the Lion's Den" I had dubbed it, and he gently placed me on the bed. He began undressing while standing in front of me. He had taken off his shirt and removed his pants, and I watched him with hungry eyes. I lifted my arms and he removed my dress for the second time that evening, and then made quick work of my bra and panties. Once I was fully naked, he stood and studied my body. His gaze felt as though he was touching me, stroking my shoulders, breasts, stomach, and down between my legs. The intense scrutiny made my face grow hot, and I instinctively moved to cover up with my arms.

"Oh, don't," he said softly, grabbing hold of one my wrists. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Bella, you're beautiful."

He brought my hand up to his mouth and laid a hot kiss against my palm. I felt the sensation all the way down to my toes. I moved my other arm to snake it around his neck, and brought him closer to me. I couldn't bring myself to respond to what he had said, the emotions that it stirred in me to hear it, but I hoped I could at least show him.

"I don't think I've thanked you face-to-face for the flowers. So thank you, again."

"You're very welcome. I was hoping you'd like it, even if it was expected." He smirked.

I chuckled softly, and then thought about it for a second. "Any reason why you picked an orchid plant instead of a bouquet?"

"You work around flowers, so I was sure you'd seen enough bouquets for the rest of your life. Plus I thought you might like a plant instead. It should last longer, right?"

"Yes, it should." I was touched that he thought of getting me something that wouldn't die in a couple of days, though I tried not to read too much into that.

We laid there for awhile longer, my head on his chest listening to his heart beating. I could hear that his breathing had slowed, and then realized that he'd fallen asleep. I lifted my head and checked the time on the clock beside his bed to see that it was nearing midnight, so I started to get up and creep out of bed. Edward woke up right then and eyed me trying to locate my underthings.

"Where are you going?"

I turned around to face him and said, "Home. I gotta work tomorrow, as do you."

He reached out a hand to grab hold of my arm and gently pulled me back to his side, kissing my neck. His other hand started to fondle my breasts, sending little tremors down my spine.

"Don't go, Bella," he breathed against my neck. "Stay the night, please."

Do I need a second invitation?

I raised my hips up and slipped back under the sheets, only to discover that he was already aroused again.

His stamina is amazing, my god.

He leant over to his bedside table drawer to get protection, and I closed my eyes and started to cuddle against him. In just a few seconds, he was doing enough cuddling for the both of us.

So, how was it?