Title: Sinful Thoughts
Author: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Beta: AcrossTheSkyInStars, Who has stories of her own, so go read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Continuity: AH/AU
Rating: M cause you never know when a lemon writes itself.

A/N- Thanks to the ladies at the FanficAnon group on facebook for the help with this chapter. This one is for you!

Chapter 4

BPOV

I opened the front door and was greeted by a face full of red roses. While not really my style – I much prefer an exotic mix of flowers – I couldn't fault him for trying.

"Hi Mikey," I said, motioning for him to come in. He was dressed much like he was every day, in jeans and a tee-shirt, but I could tell he spent some time on his hair. It was clear to me that Mikey would never be a hair stylist.

"Hey Mikey," Edward called smugly from the couch. I hadn't even heard him enter the room; the boy is like a ninja sometimes.

"Hi Bella. Hi Edward," he responded.

"Uhm, do you want to come in for a minute? I'll just put these in some water." I gestured to the flowers and then walked away, not waiting for a response.

I came back into a silent room. Edward was ignoring Mikey, watching the TV instead. The smirk on his face told me he wasn't paying attention to the sappy chick flick in front of him.

"So, uh, what do you want to do tonight?" Mikey asked nervously.

Before I could answer, Edward spoke up, "You didn't plan anything? Aw Mikey, that is dating 101."

"Don't be mean Edward. I wouldn't listen to him Mikey, he got all his ideas from watching Hitch," I replied glaring, at Edward. "Let's just go, we'll figure something out."

Mikey stepped in front of me and grabbed the door handle. He walked through and I followed. I heard Edward chuckling behind me as I left. I rolled my eyes and refused to acknowledge the fact that even my brother held the door for me.

"Are you hungry?" Mikey asked as we headed down towards the main strip.

"I could eat," I responded.

Mikey and I had hung out many times before but this was the first time it was alone. Coupled with the pressure of changing our relationship from friends to more, I was feeling a little awkward. There was a charge that was between us, but not at all like the one with Edward, this one was uncomfortable, and to be honest, like a bad itch. Edward was like a warm fleece jacket and Mikey was a scratchy wool sweater.

We entered the Forks diner and grabbed a booth in the back. I noticed it was a different waitress on than the last time I was here. Mikey sat across from me in the booth and picked up the lone menu. I sat there restlessly as I waited for him to finish. He handed me the menu when he had chosen his selection and I took a quick look, already knowing what I felt like.

"Hi," the waitress said, smiling at Mikey. I started wondering if this place only hired floozies. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Mikey pulled out his biggest smiles for the curly haired brunette. "Yeah, I'll have an ice tea," he said enthusiastically. They stared at each other for a few seconds before she turned to me; I ordered a Coke.

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"Then he did what?" Edward asked, his face red from laughter as we sat on his bed, discussing my date.

"She gave him her phone number and he took it," I said, unable to stop myself from finding the humor as well, "then he said, 'look Bella, can you believe this? I get seen with a pretty girl and then all of a sudden I'm valuable real estate.'"

Edward keeled over, lying on his side. Tears were streaming down his face. "Oh wow Bella; please tell me you didn't kiss him." I stayed quiet a moment, remembering the end of our date. Edward's head popped up and he looked at me seriously. "Bella?"

"No, no, I didn't kiss him." Edward let out a sigh of relief. "But I did agree to another date."

"Why? So you can help him troll for more numbers?" Edward said, breaking out into a laugh again.

"Oh, shut it!" I said, slamming a pillow into his head.

The second date with Mikey went marginally better than the first. We went to the movies, and even though he ended up spilling some ladies drink and then his popcorn all over me, it was still a good time. The problem was we were still acting like friends. I don't know what I expected, but I thought maybe there would be some sort of change in me, that I would develop an attraction to him, but it wasn't happening. We ended the night with a hug.

I sat on my bed and thought about Mikey. He had always been really sweet to me but the attraction I felt to him was minimal. Maybe if I kissed him things would change. I just wasn't sure that I wanted them to. But I did, right? I wouldn't be going out with Mikey if I didn't want things to change.

I knew we were leaving in two days for Hawaii, and maybe the thought of being away for a week made me brave, but I promised myself that I would kiss Mikey when we got back. He would be my first kiss. Little Mikey Newton was going where no man had gone before. Huh.

A knock on my door alerted me that Renee was coming in. Her quiet rap was as identifiable as her fingertips.

"Hey Mom," I said, looking up at her from my bed.

"Bella, there is something I think we need to talk about."

"Okay," I replied, confused.

"You've gone out with this Mikey twice now." I laughed in my head at her calling him 'this Mikey'; she had known him for years.

"Yeah, it's not really a big deal though."

"Bella, don't think I don't know what goes with girls your age. People talk." I couldn't hold in the small chuckle at that. Renee was the worst gossip I knew. "Anyway, while your father and I would love for you to wait until marriage, I know that it is unlikely in this day and age." I started to interrupt her but she held up her hand, so I let her continue. "Which is why I want to talk to you about birth control."

This was it; I was about to die from humiliation. I had just convinced myself that I was going to kiss Mikey and my mom already had me in his pants. Or him in mine. I let out a little shiver, it was much too soon to think about Mikey's boy bits.

Renee held up her hand showing, me a banana. I hadn't realized she had brought anything into the room with her. I looked at her quizzically until she reached and pulled a condom out of her pocket.

"Mom!" I croaked.

"Now Bella, it is not just the boy's responsibility to know this stuff. You need to know how to put on a condom as well."

She handed me the small foil package and the offending fruit. I was pretty sure I was never going to eat one again after this little 'lesson.' It didn't help that it was covered in brown spots and maybe wasn't as firm as it once was. I really hoped this wasn't commentary on my dad. She waited for me to tear open the package and remove the condom. It smelled funny. The scent was a mix between a tire and an old folk's home. I started to roll it on, but she stopped me, and showed me how to pinch the tip to get the air out. I was sure I would find this lesson helpful one day, but at that moment I just wanted to die.

"Good, now that you mastered that, we should talk about birth control pills."

"Mom, I am really not planning on having sex anytime soon," I said honestly, hoping to stop the lecture.

"I hope so Bella, but do you really want to come to me when you are? Wouldn't you rather take care of it now?" It was then I could tell that she was as uncomfortable as I was. And the woman did have a point. If I suddenly became sexually active I wouldn't want to go running to her and telling her I needed to go on the pill.

"Okay, let's do it," I said, putting on my game face.

EPOV

I rang the doorbell and then stuffed my hands in my pocket. I was unsure of how I felt. Irina was a really nice girl, and I considered her a friend, but I didn't know if I was attracted to her. She had medium length, blonde hair, and a slight pear shaped figure. She looked like she would grow up to have a curvy figure. Her skin was clear, which was always a bonus in high school, but I didn't feel that initial pull. Also, the fact that I knew Bella was at home getting ready for her second date with Mikey had me anxious.

"Hello?" A gruff voice said as the door opened. Standing in front of me was the Incredible Hulk. Okay so I may have been exaggerating a little, but when you are picking a girl up for a date, the last thing you want is a man the size of a Mack truck to open the door.

"Hi, I'm here for Irina," I said. Okay, it was more like a squeak. "I'm Edward."

The man stood there and eyed me up and down. I hoped that Charlie gave this same treatment to Mikey on his and Bella's second date; he hadn't been there for the first one.

"Come on in," he huffed after a minute of the date stare-down.

"Uh, thank you," I said, stepping into the foyer.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and I looked up to see my date coming down them. She looked very pretty. She had curled her hair and pinned it up on her head. She was wearing a pink sweater and a pair of tan pants. I should have been drooling, but all I could think of was how Bella hated the color pink.

I knew Mikey was taking Bella out on their second date, and I had no desire to run into them, so I decided to do something I was sure Bella would never do. Indoor ice skating. The last time she had been on the ice was when we took figure skating as children. She fell and broke her ankle, and then she screamed the whole way to the hospital, vowing to never step foot on ice again. It was very dramatic, even for a seven year old.

Irina spent the minutes from her house to the ice rink filling in the silence. While it wasn't awkward, per say, it wasn't as natural as it was with Bella. I chided myself for thinking of her again on my date.

I knew it was wrong, so why didn't it feel wrong?

"So Edward, tell me something about you?" Irina inquired as we arrived at the indoor rink.

"Not too many people know this, but I have six toes on one foot," I said. Irina looked at me and tried to hide the disgust on her face. She was doing a poor job at it. I broke out laughing. "I'm kidding."

"Oh, okay," she replied, raising her eyebrows.

When we were younger, Bella and I used to go around telling people we were deformed in some way. We thought it was hilarious; apparently Irina did not share our sense of humor.

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I walked Irina home after our date, pausing on her doorstep, unsure of whether or not I should kiss her. It didn't feel right so I bid her goodnight with a hug.

"Hey Edward," she called as I was half-way down the walkway.

"Yeah?"

"I hope we can do this again."

Before I could think about it I said, "Sure." She was a nice girl, but not quite right for me. Maybe she would forget about it while I was gone on vacation. One could only hope.

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"Edward, can I see you in my office?" Charlie's voice was clearly in cop mode. I immediately ran through any things I may have done in my head, wondering if I might be in trouble.

I sat down on the small brown armchair that was across from his small desk. He cleared his throat three times while pacing before taking a seat, only to stand up again and continue walking back and forth.

"Your mother told me you had a date tonight." He paused, although it was to search his own thoughts, not for an answer. He stood behind the desk, using it as an obvious barrier between us. "She thought we should have a talk. Man to man." I might be amused if it weren't for what I knew was coming next.

"Dad, we don't have to do this," I half-pleaded.

"Respect, Edward. Always show respect. Here," he said, throwing a pamphlet at me from the other side of the desk.

"Dad, this is a police flyer on rape!" I said, shocked. If someone were to observe this conversation, they might think I should have been offended, but the truth was, I knew that Charlie was doing his best. The man was much more comfortable shooting someone then talking about feelings.

"Don't forget Edward, no means no." And with that, Charlie left the room. I let out a sigh of relief; I had survived the sex talk.