AN: Woohoo! Two chapters in one day again. Hopefully, everyone enjoys the first date. I certainly enjoyed writing it. As usual, I don't own Twilight, though I am borrowing some of the characters.

Chapter 10

Bella POV

"Alice, if you throw one more outfit at me to try on, I will wear my sweatpants just to spite you."

"Be serious, Bella. You and I both know you are not going out with my brother in sweatpants. He's taking you for a nice dinner in Port Angeles on the Pier. You need to dress in layers so you can be comfortable, but in something that is still a bit sexier that your usual. Try this dress and wrap."

She handed me an Ann Taylor black and white floral print dress with lace straps and solid, thin black belt and a solid black wrap for my shoulders. As soon as I stepped into the dress, I knew it was the perfect outfit. I felt feminine and sexy, a little playful, but not too casual.

An hour and a half later I slipped on a pair of Gucci, sling back, peep-toe black pumps that had magically appeared in my room. "How do you expect me to walk in these? They're like 10 inches tall! I'll kill myself."

"It's a 4" heel, Bella. You'll be fine and if not, just fall toward Edward. I have to run. Have a great night." A quick, yet cold kiss on the cheek and she was out the door. I swear, Alice moved faster than the wind. It wasn't natural.

At exactly 6pm, as promised, Edward rang the bell. Thankfully, Dad had a late shift tonight so I was able to make a quiet escape without the inevitable grilling he plans to give any boy I go out with.

My stomach flipped as soon as I saw him. He was in a blue gray jacket over a light blue shirt layered with a white, V-neck t-shirt and the pants… oh my god, I needed to see that from the rear!

But the best of all was the smile he was wearing that made his perfect green eyes dance. WAIT. Green eyes?

"You are breathtaking, Bella."

"You are… well, you're just… beautiful." I could feel the blush creeping into my cheeks and down my neck. He reached out and touched my face brushing his thumb down my jaw toward my lips. I think I may burst into flames! He leaned in closer, stopping less than an inch from my mouth.

"I have to kiss you. Tell me no if you want me to stop."

Before I could event think, I closed the distance and pressed my lips to his. A soft electric buzz shocked me but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it felt wonderful. He started to move slightly, pecking as he went. His mouth was soft, warm, and just moist enough to be enticing.

Edward came to his senses first. "Umm, Bella, we have 7 o'clock reservations. We should probably get going." He led me to his silver Volvo and held the door while I climbed in before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

The restaurant was wonderful but the conversation was even better. There was no awkward pause, and a lot of laughter. I learned about Edward's love of music, interest in the sciences, and his complete devotion to his family. I told him all about Phoenix, my mom and Phil, Dad, and all my favorite literature.

After dinner, we walked along the waterfront hand-in-hand. I don't think I've ever been more comfortable with someone. Every few steps, Edward would bring my hand to his lips and kiss the back and each time, I felt like I was about to melt into a giant puddle of goo.

By 10, we knew we had to head home to make my curfew. Reluctantly, we drove back to Forks and to reality. Even though I knew he drove a little slower, it still felt as if we flew home at the speed of light. Too quickly we pulled into my driveway and I saw that Dad was home and "watching TV" in the living room, conveniently in the chair that faced the drive.

"It looks like your Dad is home. Should I come in and meet him?"

"Maybe next time. It's late." The nerves that had kept away all night, made a sudden and unwelcome reappearance. I couldn't figure out what to do with my hands so I kept twisting the wrap that sat around my shoulders. "I… um… had a great time tonight."

"Me too," he said with a smile. It immediately made me feel ten times better. We continued to tease each other back and forth and soon we were again caught up in a comfortable conversation. Finally, I saw Dad's shadow move across the window. "It's getting late. I should probably… you know," I pointed at the door.

"What are you doing on Sunday?"

"I actually made plans with Alice and Rosalie."

"I think I can get you out of those plans." The smirk on his face was asking to be teased.

"Who says I want to get out of them?"

"Oh. Well, I think I can offer you something they can't."

"What's that?"

"Me."

"Eh." I loved this playful side of Edward. In all the time I had known him, he always seemed very serious—almost too mature for his 17 years. Now, as we sat in his car, teasing each other, with my father watching through the window, I saw the teenage boy. "What do you have to offer that they don't? I mean, with them I can shop, gossip about our classmates, and talk about boys!"

"Yes. But can you do this?" And with that, he leaned in and kissed me. Our other kisses had been gentle, tentative really. Not this one. This kiss was strong and demanding. This was a man telling his woman he wanted her. He bit at my lower lip and soothed it with his tongue. Without thinking, my lips parted, giving him a taste of me. Our tongues danced as our breath became heavy. I could feel this kiss in my toes.

I lost all track of time and before I knew it, Dad was on the front porch. "Hi Bells. You and your friend coming in?"

We broke apart and tried to catch our breath. "I guess I should go."

"Yeah. I guess so. See you on Sunday?"

"See you on Sunday."

Edward opened his door and walked around to my side as I gathered my purse. He opened my door and helped me out of the car. Good thing too because my legs were rubber all of a sudden. Wow, how can a kiss affect your legs?

A lingering kiss on the cheek and he bid me good night. I walked into the house in a dreamlike state. Through the fog that invaded my mind, I heard Dad mutter something about a shotgun and a convent.

Edward POV

My god, she was amazing. She took my breath away every time I looked at her. Sure she looked beautiful—I would have to thank Alice for the dress—but really, it was more about Bella herself.

We talked about everything and nothing. I learned so much more about her than just the basic small talk of what I would consider a normal first date. I think it helped that for the first time in 87 years, I was able to concentrate on one conversation and not hear the thoughts of every other person in the room.

Bringing her home, I could tell she was nervous. Oddly, I was perfectly calm. Being with Bella just felt right. It was the one thing in my life that I completely understood. Somehow, I knew that she needed to tease and have some playful banter to get over the nerves that were taking over her body and mind. It didn't take much to find our stride again and before I knew it, we were sharing the most miraculous kiss. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I was flying when our lips touched. I let my emotions take over totally and found that as eager as I was, my Bella was equal in her desire.

It shocked me when we heard Chief Swan's not-to-subtle announcement from the porch. Thankfully, the windows in the Volvo were fogged up to the point that he couldn't see inside the car. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed in our situation; Bella, Chief Swan, or me.

I drove home reliving every moment of our date, paying particular attention to the kiss at the end.

My face must have painted a perfect picture of the evening, because as soon as I walked in the door at home, Jasper and Emmett snickered. "Looks like Edward had a good night!"

"Shut up, Em."

"Whatcha gonna do about it, human?" Emmett laughed while I glared at him. That line of teasing would get old quickly.

Rosalie decided to rescue me from the embarrassment of explaining to much. "Emmett, leave him alone. Did you have a nice night?"

"It was great, Rose. Thanks! I'm exhausted though." I looked at the clock on the mantle and realized that Bella and I must have sat in her driveway for close to two hours. It was 1:45 am. No wonder I was tired.

Esme wasted no time in wishing me goodnight with a kiss on the cheek. She was clearly enjoying having a "child" to nurture in the more traditional maternal way. "Good night, dear. Sleep well."

I wished my siblings a good night and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. Just as I climbed into the bed, there was a light knock on the door and Carlisle popped his head in the room. "Edward, do you have a minute, son."

"Sure. What did you need, Carlisle?"

"This feels a bit… odd… but I think we need to establish some… eh….guidelines."

"Excuse me?" I was taken aback by Carlisle's words. "Guidelines for what?"

"Well, I think we should start with a curfew. It's almost 2 in the morning, Edward. You're not immortal. Humans need sleep to remain healthy. I think it would be appropriate to establish acceptable times to be home on weekdays and weekends."

"Really? Carlisle, I'm not actually 17 you know."

"That's just it, Edward, You are actually 17. Your body is 17 and you need to treat it as such. Teenagers require a lot of sleep. Please, this isn't a punishment. I'm only looking out for you and your health. Event though you aren't immortal, I still want you to have a long, healthy life."

"Fine. Bella's curfew is 11 o'clock. I can try to be home by 11:30 most nights. We were sitting in her driveway talking for the last few hours. Chief Swan actually interrupted us; otherwise, I think we would have been out there until dawn."

I could feel the smile lighting up my face again, which was returned by Carlisle.

"I'm glad you had a good night. Though it brings me to my next point. Please, remember that as a human, you can now—oh, how do I say this—well, you will need to invest in some protection. Bella is young and motivated. I'm sure she is looking into college. A child might put a damper on her studies. Understand."

"God, Carlisle, really. I hold two medical degrees. I think I know how this works. Don't worry. And let's not talk of it again."

"OK."

We stared at each other awkwardly, neither one knowing how to continue or end the conversation. Finally, we heard the guffaw from downstairs that broke the silence. They had heard every word that was said. I would never live this down.

AN: Let me know what human experiences you would like to see the Cullens do for the first time. Also, please review. I love hearing how you all are feeling about this story.