As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta freakyhazeleyes.

"To explain responsibility to advertising men is like trying to convince an eight-year-old that sexual intercourse is more fun than a chocolate ice cream cone."

-Howard Luck Gossage (1917–1969)

Chapter Four: I is for Ice Cream

Edward Cullen likes ice cream. No, scratch that. Edward Cullen loves ice cream, always had, and he always would, but as a kid who didn't love ice cream? You craved it whenever your mother so much as mentioned snack time. You would try to sneak a bowl of it whenever you could.

That was something Bella and Edward had done a lot as children. Whenever they could sneak down into the kitchen, they would take the gallon of ice cream out and sneak it up to Edward's room and just pig out; throwing in whatever crazy confection topping they could think of. Gummy worms. Oreos. Even French fries! (Oddly enough both of them really liked the French fry thing!) And regardless of all the times they would get caught and have their mother's scold them about spoiling their dinner and 'serving them right for eating so much junk before bed' when they woke up with stomach aches the next day, they continued to do it. Even now as adults, there were times that Edward would grab the ice cream in the freezer and head over to Bella's room to eat it in bed with her or vice versa.

Chocolate was his favorite flavor by far. Strawberry a close second, but the richness of chocolate ice cream was something out of this world, and there are so many different variations amongst the chocolate spectrum. Edward's favorite was Swiss dark chocolate ice cream. It had a thick, rich taste. He first got a taste of the delicious ice cream at a birthday party.

It was Eric Yorkie's eleventh birthday and the entire sixth grade glass was packed into his kitchen as his mother set up a table with snacks and at the very end of it, Edward and Bella had spotted the ice cream. Edward could remember the smile that spread across Bella's face as she looked at him and made her way to the dessert, Edward right behind her.

It was at this party that Edward and Bella shared their first and only kiss during a game of spin the bottle. Though he doesn't remember what Bella was wearing, or if he completely sucked at it or not, he did remember that Bella's mouth had tasted like Swiss dark chocolate ice cream. No other kiss he had ever had, had tasted anywhere as sweet as his first.

=x=

Edward had been baffled by the letter, I. He had drawn a blank when he had read the letter off the slip of paper. He had lied to Bella when she had asked Monday afternoon if he had an idea as to what they would be doing on Saturday.

"Don't worry, Bells. I've got something up my sleeves," he had told her confidently, though internally he was racking his brain for any idea, any damn idea.

Bella had just smiled at him as she walked out the door to work. He had sat down at the kitchen table and tried to think up something.

He was drawing a blank, which was odd because as someone who worked in advertising, it was his job to think up quick ideas.

On the car ride to his office, Edward tried to think of something, anything, but nothing came, not even a small musing. He nearly ran through a red light because his mind was elsewhere.

All day at work on Monday, he had tried to think of something. He had tried searching the internet for something on his work desktop, but the firewall wouldn't allow him access. Fucking, cock blocking firewall, Edward thought as he smacked the computer screen, garnering a strange look from his secretary who had stepped into his office.

Tuesday wasn't any better, nor was Wednesday. It was frustrating to sit there drawing a blank about what to do but sit in a meeting and come up with a new campaign for some new sugar coated children's cereal, right on the spot.

It wasn't until Thursday night, when he went grocery shopping with Bella that the idea came to him, thanks to Bella. They had been paying for their groceries when Bella shoved him out of the line and told him to haul ass.

"Edward, we forgot the ice cream!" she yelled, pleading with the cashier to wait for a moment, simultaneously.

"I'm on it," he responded, running thorough the supermarket, and as he pulled the frozen door open and yanked the last two gallons of chocolate ice cream, it hit him.

I is for ice cream.

He smiled the entire run back to the cashier and Bella eyed him bewilderedly.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked, curiously as she placed the groceries into the trunk of Edward's car.

"Nothing. Just excited for the weekend. I wonder if you'll figure out what I have planned."

"Probably not. You're more creative than I am."

"True, so very, very true. I like how you acknowledge that I'm smarter, Bella," he teased as the two got into the car.

"Oh a comedian," Bella sarcastically answered back.

"You l-o-v-e me, Bella," he joked, spelling out the word love as his car practically glided above the asphalt.

"Yeah, spelled H-A-T-E!"

"Now, who's the comedian?" Bella rolled her eyes, smiling as she looked away from Edward. Edward turned to look at her, and then he stole a glance toward the back of the car. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

When Friday came, Bella had left before Edward, leaving a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate for him. Edward appreciated the gesture, nearly inhaling the meal before heading to work.

He didn't have much to do luckily, so he spent most of his day, mapping out his Saturday. He thought of different ways to use the ice cream, before deciding what to do, smirking at himself at the images of Bella's possible reactions running through her head.

When he arrived home, later that night, Bella was cooking dinner in her sweats, the smell of steak pervading Edward's senses.

"That smells delicious," he said, taking a big whiff of the air.

"Hey! How was your day?" she asked as she peeled some potatoes.

"Long! Yours?" He sat down at the table, loosening his tie and relaxing into the soft cushion.

"Same."

Edward got up from the chair and helped Bella prepare the rest of dinner.

"The steak smells good."

"Thanks. I used those spices your mom suggested."

"Oh, then I can't wait to have some."

"Speaking of having some, what letter did you get?" Bella asked keeping her focus on the potatoes she was peeling. Edward chuckled.

"Oh, how the tables have turned!" Bella sucked air through her teeth as she glared at Edward.

"Will you just tell me the letter?"

"If you admit that you're just as excited for it as I am?"

"Yes, now tell me the damn letter!"

"I."

"I? You got the letter I? I'm glad I didn't get that!"

"Thanks," Edward answered as Bella chuckled. "All I need from you is to be in my room at six tomorrow, naked and wearing this. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a bag holding a black blindfold and handed to Bella. She stared wide eyed at the black cloth.

"I have no idea how a blindfold relates to the letter I."

"That's for me to know. Now, how much longer until dinner. I'm famished." Bella gulped loudly. She was already nervous for tomorrow.

"Fifteen more minutes."

=x=

Edward was gone all day on Saturday, hanging out in his office, catching up on some work he left undone on Friday. But his mind was completely focused on what would be waiting for him at home. He left his office at five, getting home at exactly six.

When he walked through the door, he called out Bella's name, wondering where she was and was met by exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I'm in your room," she shouted. Edward smiled to himself as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved what he needed: a gallon of chocolate ice cream, a cup of ice water, and a spoon. He walked to his room, opening the door slowly to reveal a sight to behold.

"Mhmm, now that's a sight to see," Edward moaned, as he walked into his bedroom to find Bella just as he had asked, naked on his bed, facing up to the ceiling, eyes covered by the black blindfold. He had to fight the natural instinct to just pounce on her and get straight to the point. He walked slowly toward his bed, placing the ice cream and everything else he needed on the nightstand. When she heard him approach she tried to move her head toward where she heard his breathing coming from.

"Why am I blindfolded, Edward?" she asked, her voice wavering. She was nervous. Edward smiled musingly. He knew she wasn't scared of what he had planned, she was just afraid of not being in control. Bella had always been one to want to know everything, to solve everything she didn't know.

"Because it will enhance all your other senses, two of which I really want you to really feel," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver.

"So, are you going to tell me what I means now?" she asked impatiently, tapping her hand against the bedspread. Edward chuckled as he removed his shirt and pants, leaving him only in boxer briefs. He wanted to keep the upper hand in this situation, even if it meant just having one extra piece of clothing on than she did.

"Shh, just relax, and trust me." It was all he said. Bella's head turned as she heard something beside her open.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"I told you to be quiet," he quietly scolded her, nipping at her ear lobe.

"You got a thing for my ear, Cullen?"

"Can it already, Swan. I behaved and acted like your perfect little vampire. Give me the same courtesy!" Bella grunted and shut her mouth, Edward thanking her by kissing her cheek. She blushed, and Edward let his finger skim across her cheek. No matter how long they've known each other, no matter how crude she could be at times, Bella Swan never ceased to blush, and Edward loved it.

Edward kissed up and down Bella's neck, sucking and biting gently as he went along. He bit and sucked harder whenever she whimpered.

His lips traveled across the planes of collarbone, his teeth lightly skimmed the protruding bones much to Bella's delight. She squirmed below him, moaning, and breathing heavy. God, I'm good, Edward thought; he hadn't even done anything spectacular yet.

He stopped his actions and pulled himself away from Bella, and just stared down at his best friend. Her body was incredible. She had perfect breasts, not too small, not too big, and perfectly round. She had a small waist that fit perfectly into his hands and skin incredibly soft and supple. Staring down at her, he could see the sweat beginning to push its way through her skin, and all the scars from falling down when she was younger. He chuckled lightly to himself, remembering the nasty fall she had taken off the bike when they were seven, which was the reason for the scar on her right shin. He leaned down and kissed it, and grabbed at the ice cream carton on the table.

"Have you figured out what I means yet?" he asked, dipping a spoon into the carton, holding the chocolate confection above her collarbone. She shook her head no, and Edward smiled grandly.

"Well, I'm cheating a little here because I means two different things for today's activity. It means isolation, as in, I'm isolating your ability to see. And it also means," Edward began his voice taking on a playful tone as he dropped the ice cream scoop into the hollow between her neck and collarbone. She shivered immediately, gasping as the cold substance slithered down the back of her neck down to her back.

"Ice cream!" he whispered loudly into her neck as he started to lick the dessert. He groaned, sucking hard whenever he reached the end of the chocolate and the start of Bella's skin.

Bella moaned, latching her hand into Edward's hair as he lapped at her neck. Edward let go and grabbed more of the ice cream and dropping it onto Bella's stomach, causing her to gasp how cold it felt against her hot skin. She arched her back, groaning as Edward began to sample the ice cream, moaning in appreciation of the sweet treat.

Edward guffawed as Bella trembled; his lips were traveling southward and he could feel the anticipation coursing through her. Edward took the spoon he had been using and licked it clean, sucking on it loudly, right by Bella's ear. Again, her breathing stuttered. Edward could just imagine the look on her face if the blind fold was off.

He dragged the warm silver spoon down her body, dragging the smooth again across her chest before taking the spoon away and dipping it in to a cup of ice water. He smirked to himself before moving the cold spoon across her nipples, again Bella reacted by shivering, but before she could really experience the cold metal, Edward took one of her nipples into her mouth, letting her experience the contrast between hot and cold. Bella's chest started rising and falling faster as her breathing sped up. She reached her hand out to Edward's head, struggling to feel her way to the back of his neck. When she found the soft locks, she carded her fingers through, holding him in his spot as he played with her hardened nipple before he repeated the same thing with the other one.

"Edward," she panted and Edward tsked.

"Shh, Bella. Just feel."

Bella stilled her body, but her breathing was irregular, and Edward couldn't have enjoyed that more. He made a small appreciative sound as he dipped the spoon back into the ice cream that was starting to melt. He lifted the spoon to Bella's mouth, running the dripping underside of it across her lips. Her tongue made quick work of collecting the delicacy. Edward dipped the spoon into her mouth, and Bella licked it clean, Edward moaning as he felt Bella's mouth tighten around the metal. Slowly, he took the spoon away.

"Good?" he asked, fingering the edge of Bella's blindfold. She tilted her head against his hand, trying to get him to remove the blindfold.

"Answer me, Bella."

"Yes," she answered, breathlessly. Edward could smell the chocolate on her breath and smiled, moving away from her, slowly.

"What do you feel now?" he asked, standing up and away from Bella at the foot of her bed.

"You're too far way," she answered, reaching for where he was before. "Come back."

Edward grinned. It was amusing watching Bella's face react to Edward's breathing, trying to figure out where he was.

"Hold still, Bella. Don't move," he commanded, moving back toward her, but remaining off the bed. He stood by her side. Again, he dipped the spoon into the melting ice cream, collecting a large scoop of it. He held the spoon at the base of her collarbone, and gradually he let little drops of the cold confection dabble down her chest and around her Bella button and back up again. Bella's body quivered with each drop. Her senses were all on alert, so Edward knew this felt colder than it normally would.

He straddled Bella's hips, not placing any weight on her, but it had been difficult. The moment his dick had come in contact with her warm sex, he had nearly grinded into her. She was searing him through his underwear. He couldn't wait to truly be skin to skin.

He licked his way up and back down her body, letting his tongue splay fully across every inch of her torso, as he palmed her breasts, kneading them gently in his hands.

"You taste amazing, Isabella," he groaned into Bella's neck as he lapped along there. Bella moaned brazenly.

Edward's fingers traveled down Bella's side as he continued to suck on her neck, no doubt leaving marks just as dark as last time. He fingers skimmed around her belly button as Edward's kisses moved to her breasts. Bella was lost in another world. She had never felt more alive at this moment. All her nerve ending were on alert and whenever Edward would touch a new place, she would convulse, nearly jumping right off the bed.

"What do you want, Bella?" Edward asked, seductively, his warm breath right above her, right where she wanted him. She struggled for breath as he fingers parted her lips, and he slowly, so agonizingly slow, rubbed the tiny bundle of tight nerves. A cry of relief ripped through Bella's body. Her body had been waiting for that moment, and Edward, who had tortured her since she placed the blind fold on, continued to do just that, torture her.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" he teased, his forefinger slowly massaging her clit as he blew hot air right above it. She shook violently, desperately trying to push herself harder against his finger.

"Yes," she answered, in breathless anticipation. "Yes, God yes! Please, Edward I need you."

Edward let the words sink in as he continued his slow motions, listening to her voice as it shook and tiny cries of desperation poured from the lips she kept biting to control the sounds she emitted.

Edward put her out of her misery as he took a long lick of her, the wetness spreading down to his chin. She tasted absolutely delicious.

"This is my favorite kind of ice cream," he jested as he took yet another slow, languid lick. Bella's breathing faltered, as she desperately latched her fingers to his hair again, this time using it as leverage to move her hips against his mouth as he devoured her.

Edward moaned into her, letting the vibrations hover above her, causing her more pleasure. He held her clit between his teeth, gently, ever so gently nipping at the nerves, Bella moaning uninhibitedly.

"Edward," she called out, her voice hoarse. "I need you," she pleaded, her hips rising against him faster. Edward could feel the impending orgasm about to rip, and slowly he let two fingers slide into her, reveling in how tight and soft she felt around his fingers. Bella wailed as he rubbed and curled his fingers along the rough surface inside her, the pleasure traveling through Bella's body. She gripped Edward's hair as tightly as possible as she climaxed, her body violently shaking under him. He was suffocating in her and he loved it.

When she finally let go of his hair, he slid the fingers out of her, sucking loudly on them, so she could hear.

"Mhmm, they should make Bella-flavored ice cream, so I could have it every day." Bella swallowed loudly, trying to get some sort of moisture into her dry mouth. Edward noticing, held her head up and let her drink some of the ice water by her head. He licked up any and all drops that slipped past her lips.

Bella grabbed his arm, slowly and blindly feeling down his chest as he sat down beside her. Edward knew what she was trying to do and stopped her.

"Lie back down, Bella," he instructed, pushing her down, removing his boxer briefs off in the process. He grabbed for a condom he brought with him and rolled it on, suppressing a moan. It was the first time he had acknowledged himself, and damn, he was as hard as rock. It was almost painful to the touch.

"Your choice, Bella? Blindfold on? Blindfold off?" he asked, holding the corner of the two-dollar party prop.

"On!" she answered, confidently. If she had taken it off, she would've seen the pleased expression on Edward's face as he pushed himself against her, grinding slowly against her. Both moaned lushly. Carefully he spread her legs, wrapping her left leg around his waist and resting her right leg on his shoulder.

Edward pushed in slowly, reveling in the warmth and tightness he had craved all week.

"Bella," he half moaned in pleasure and pain as Bella reciprocated the call.

He pushed in slow, deliberate strokes as he tried to get Bella to scream his name again. As she pleaded for him to go "harder", Edward grabbed the leg on his shoulder and using it as leverage, he plunged himself into her as deep as he could, as hard as he could without hurting her. He slid out slowly, pushing upward to graze against her walls as she adeptly tightened around him. He groaned as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into harder than before, causing Bella's hips to rise.

"Edward," she howled, clawing at his forearms, her dull fingernails forming angry, red, crescent-moon marks.

He responded by quickening his pace as his lips closed around the back of Bella's knee as he pushed in and out, slow and hard, then fast and hard. The changing motions were driving Bella's crazy. Her head trashed from side to side as her body experienced pleasures she never knew.

"Edward," she sobbed, as her orgasm ripped through her, Edward not stopping his thrusts as she tightened around him. She shook wildly, and he held her down as best he could with his chest. Still holding her leg above him, he thrust in at a frenzied pace as he felt the pin pricks of a climax approaching. He gnashed his teeth as Bella's body knowledgably continued to hold him a death grip. Bella pushed against him, matching his pace as he came, sputtering nonsense against Bella's neck as he came down from the orgasmic high.

As he and Bella regained their breathing, he pulled himself out of her, both of them groaning at the loss of connection as he plopped down beside her, discarding the condom in the trash bin. He watched her chest rise and fall just as unevenly as his.

"Can I take the blindfold off now," Bella asked.

"Oh jeeze, yeah Bella go ahead." Edward pulled it off for her and watched as she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the light. She rubbed at her eyes, opening her fingers slowly letting little slivers of light enter.

"That was intense," she commented as she turned to look at Edward. She pushed aside the hair that stuck to his forehead.

"Yeah, it's all about enhancing and isolating the senses. Imagine if I would have blocked your ability to hear as well?"

Bella let out a tired sound, yawning as her eyes fluttered.

"Tired?" Edward teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah. Eat it up. You tired me out, you sex god, you!"

"Denial is not just a river in Egypt, Bells."

"Edward Cullen sometimes your witty comebacks are so unbelievably intelligent."

"I know you find my brain sexy, Bella. Don't lie."

"Ugh, shut up, and turn the light off. Goodnight, Eddie."

"Ugh, don't call me that."

"You called me Isabella!"

"That was in the throes of passion. Isabella is a sexy name to say."

"Goodnight, Edward," Bella scoffed turning over in the bed, getting under covers, Edward joining her.

"Goodnight, Bella. Sweet dreams."