Things heat up in this chapter:: I have a little self-gratification scenes going on, if you get my drift. Consider that my warning. Also, sorry if this particular chapter is lengthy, but it didn't feel right to cut it anywhere. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, its characters, or any of its components


Chapter Three, Dating Game

Edward

Fuck it all: Bella Swan was driving me insane.

It was Friday afternoon, and I still hadn't heard from the girl. Of course, I had seen enough of her: walking down the halls with Alice, the two of them looking like a pair of inseparable girlfriends, and in our one shared class period where she sat at the lab table in front of mine on the right hand side of the room. But other than that – Bella seemed to have forgotten entirely about me asking her out. Because with all this seeing, I still hadn't heard a reply.

I would have blamed it on her no longer being attracted to me, but that was clearly not a factor here. I've caught her, out of the corner of my eye, glancing around in my direction during our class period, a look of admiration in her deep brown eyes. And then whenever we made (brief) eye contact, she always looked away instantly, blushing furiously and looking childish. I didn't have to read her mind to know that she still had a crush, although, being able to read her mind would have made this waiting period a-whole-lot-fucking easier.

I hated her for making me wonder like this. It should have been no skin of my back that Bella had possibly changed her mind about her and I. In fact, I should have been elated at the whole fact – it was what I wanted the entire time.

Except now I was fucking attracted to Bella Swan. Every time I saw her and we still hadn't spoken, she looked more tempting than the day before. With her hair pulled back Tuesday, she exposed the smooth creaminess of her neck, and the soft round of her shoulders. On Wednesday, she wore a pencil skirt, and I was treated to a pair of attractive legs. Thursday gave me her laugh: she, Emmett and Alice were hanging out at our lunch table, and Emmett was being his usual ridiculous self. Bella's laugh sounded so real to my ears – not the annoying female titter that most girls use during their teen years – and I loved the way her eyes crinkled together and the soft red that painted her cheeks as she laughed.

By Friday, I was going fucking crazy. Bella wore black slacks and a soft pink turtleneck sweater and a pair of high-heeled black boots, with the pants tucked inside them. The entire outfit outlined the curves of her body to a T, and she left her hair loose over her shoulders, with a headband in the color of her sweater on her head. It was almost as if she wanted to torment me, and it was working. I was getting to the point where I wanted to speak to Alice about it, but I knew she would give me a hard time about it:

"Aha! I knew it Eddie! You love her!" or "See, see! I was right wasn't I?"

I didn't need to give Alice that satisfaction. But it was eating me inside that the girl wouldn't just talk to me, and that she refused to stop being appealing to me, at least once!

"Bella."

My voice made her stop in her tracks, and I saw her flinch. She was standing in the hallway, and I was tired of being ignored.

But I played it off cool, as if she hadn't been tormenting me day and night with her lack of response. I approached her slowly, smiling at her as I came close. I could already see becoming weaker by my presence. At least I still had that affect on her.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," she chirped. Then she cleared her throat heavily and absently twirled her hair around her finger.

"Nervous?" I said in a low tone.

I could see the goosebumps breaking out on her skin. But she immediately combed her hand out of her hair and straightened her shoulders. "No, why would I be?" she asked.

"I was just wondering what was up," I said as coolly as I could muster. "I hadn't heard from you about tomorrow."

Her face reddened, and I bit my bottom lip in order to restrain my desire. "Yeah, well, I had a lot of thinking to do."

"Thinking?" I echoed gruffly, my voice becoming thick. Dear god, not now. I was doing so well. I couldn't show Bella now that she affected me just as much as I affected her.

"Yeah," she said slowly. Her eyebrow rose and her expression become contemplative. I wanted – so badly – at that moment to know what she was thinking. Did she notice the change of tone in my voice?

I expected Bella to follow up with something along the lines of what her decision was, but she remained silent, her brown eyes thoughtful. I was dying. "Well what did you come up with?" I pressed in a rushed voice.

Suddenly she smiled. "It shouldn't be that important to you whether I come or not, considering the way you treated me last week."

Fuck. She saw through my defenses. She knew she had me. I couldn't let her keep the upper hand. I cleared my throat, and tried to recover, giving her my most disarming smile as I took another step closer to her. The smile worked, and I could feel her turning back to putty under my intense gaze. "You don't like me anymore Bella, dear?" I said in a low rumble.

"I didn't say that!" Ah yes, that little chirp of hers was back. But just when I thought I had her, she narrowed her eyes and raised her chin a little higher. "How could you even ask me that? It's not like I completely insulted you a week ago."

"I thought we were over that."

"Well, maybe I'm not," she said in huff.

I gave her another winning smile. I brought my hand to her waist, and gently pulled her closer to me, till our bodies touched. It was a risk, but I was betting on all the fabric between us to shield my cold temperature. Besides, I wanted to win the little battle of power between us.

"I wish you were over it," I whispered. "I want to spend time with you."

She blushed, and I had to bite back a growl. This was too close, but I held it together. "Edward, I–"

"Don't you want to spend time with me?"

She seemed at a loss words, her full bottom lip quivering. I suddenly had the urge to take that lip between my own. Too close. She smelled so sweet – vanilla, honey, chocolate – and the innocence in those brown eyes only made me want to act sinful. I took a deep breath, taking in her intoxicating scent. I could feel her heart racing, and I imagined all the blood pulsing through her body, the rush of it to her face. Never had I desired human blood like this. My hand on her waist was tightening, and I tried to relax my muscles. I could feel something else tightening, and I groaned inwardly in despair. This was getting unbearable. I could only hope that the fabric between us would protect my growing erection as well.

Too close.

"Well?" I said softly, prompting her to speak.

She glanced up at me, face still tinged with red, and nodded. "Okay."

I smiled at her, and slowly stepped back. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow Bella. Eight?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'll see you at eight."

I turned away from her and took a couple of slow steps, but I was really listening for hers. Once I heard her go around the corner, I pressed myself into the wall of lockers and groaned. I tried to swallow the venom in my mouth before it pooled. Then I bit my lip, pinched the bridge of my nose, and mentally tried to talk my standing shaft down.

What the fuck was this girl doing to me? I have interacted with humans on a regular basis for more than a hundred years now. I got over my thirst within the first two months following my transformation. I even have had to deal with silly human girls with the crushes. But Bella Swan? She fucked up my whole mental wiring. I acted like a predator, manipulating her into going out with me, become my prey. But I didn't even feel bad for it, because the animalistic, primal part of me wanted her. In more ways than one, as my hard rod now showed me.

Alice was more right than she thought.

I told myself to get a grip – that I couldn't let this girl get to me more than she already did. Bella could not be the one to have the upper hand in this situation. Considering the way my body responded to her, the results of that could be potentially disastrous. Or worse, irreversible.

Bella

I lied in bed on my back, wearing a black bra and rosy pink panties. My outfit for tonight lied next to me – a simple dark blue dress with wide straps and a v-neck cut. It was starting to get cooler out, so I was going to put on a pair of black leggings and my boots as well. It had taken me almost an hour and a half to come up with that particular outfit, and the only reason I settled on that one, was because I told myself to get a grip.

I couldn't help myself: something deep in me wanted Edward to look at me and desire me. I wanted him to think I was sexy. I had never desired to be "sexy" or "hot" anytime before this. But now, I wanted Edward to see me and regret his words last week in more ways than one.

It was seven o' clock, Saturday. I still had time before Edward would come for me. My heart pounded wildly at the thought. It had only been an hour and a half before this moment when I received the text message from Edward: "I hope you don't mind, but the rest of the family can't come out with us, so it'll just be me and you."

I had texted back that I didn't mind, but then I went on the clothing rampage, trying to find the right piece of clothing.

It wasn't that I minded, it's just that us being alone totally raised the bar of the occasion. What first felt like a gathering with friends, could now be classified as a date. It seemed almost too good to be true – going on a date with Edward Cullen. Even though his words had hurt, I did believe to an extent that I wasn't in Edward's league. His whole family seemed beyond human: impossibly gorgeous with impeccable features, unbelievably wealthy, and incredibly kind and friendly. Except for Rosalie, but if I was as beautiful as that girl was, I could stand to be stuck up to a couple of lesser worthy people. But Emmett and Alice bombarded me with camaraderie, and Jasper was kind in his quiet way. And I had seen Edward behave charmingly with others, that I knew he was capable of the same affection that Emmett and Alice gave me.

I was just a matter of inspiring him to act that way.

Certainly I had gotten my first taste of it all, starting with the perfectly executed apology that left me speechless, and ending with yesterday, where he pulled me into his arms and probed me with those intense gold eyes and irresistible smile and left me melting.

But I wanted more.

I wanted things from Edward that I didn't want from any other person of the opposite sex before. I wanted Edward to hold me like he did in the hallway, always. His body felt cool against mine, but the embrace warmed me nonetheless. I wanted him to touch my face with those cold fingers of his – touch my face, my neck, my arm, my waist, my…everywhere there was skin.

I closed my eyes, imagining his touch. It would be just as soft as the time he tucked his thumb under my chin. His stroke would be gentle and lingering as he grazed over my stomach, and down between my inner thighs. My own hand found its way between my thighs, as I imagined more Edward – the contrast of his coolness against my heat.

A finger dipped between my folds, and I saw him: Edward lying on top of me. His eyes were smoldering, burning into me. His body was so hard, pressed against mine. I shivered as he explored inside me, touching all my hottest spots. Another finger slipped inside me, and I moved against his touch, squirming with pleasure. He gave me that captivating smile of his, but it was much more seductive.

"You like it," I heard him whisper. "Tell me that you like it."

My back arched and I whimpered out: "Edward."

His fingers worked faster, thrusting into me. My breathing got short, as he pushed me towards my climax. My body was on fire.

"Edward, Edward, Edward."

He was relentless. I was dying for him to take it to the next level, to give me his entire body. I shook with an orgasm, and moaned: "Oh god, Edward!"

"Bella?"

Eep, Charlie!

I yelped in surprise, and was immediately pulled from my fantasy. Edward's hand became my hand again, and I removed it as soon as I noticed where it lay.

"Bella honey, are you okay? I thought I heard rattling coming from up here."

Damn it, I forgot about just how noisy my bed got when I tossed and turned on it. Had I been so caught up in my Edward dream that I hadn't all the noise I was making? Well, I knew I was making some form of noise – I was talking to my fantasy Edward…

God, I sound sad.

"I'm okay Dad," I replied after steadying my breath. "Everything is good."

"Okay, dear. I just wanted to tell you though, that your friend Edward is here."

I felt my face get hot. Had so much time past already? I glanced at the clock and sure enough, it was about ten to eight. I didn't have time to contemplate why Edward was early: Edward was here, in the house, while I had been having the naughty fantasies about him! Having naughty fantasies, and pleasuring myself thus! What if he had heard the bed rattling as well? Had I said his name out loud? What if he had heard!

Come on Bella, the man doesn't have supersonic hearing or anything like that. Charlie didn't hear anything but the bed shaking, why would Edward hear anymore than that?

Still, just the idea of Edward being a mere couple of feet away while I had been fantasizing about him spiked my nerves to the nth degree. And I had been nervous enough already.

"Just tell him I'm coming Dad," I said. "I'm just finishing my makeup."

"Okay Bells," He replied.

I waited till I heard him going down the stairs before I got out of my bed and headed for my adjoining bathroom. I washed my hands first, then my face. Hold it together Bella, it's just a movie. You can do this. I went back into my room and slipped into my dress – it hugged my slim middle, then fanned out at the hips and stopped above my knee. I pulled on my leggings and boots afterwards, then lifted my hair high off my neck and secured it with a blue clip. Once that was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I knew I wasn't as gorgeous as Rosalie – that I would never be – but I could admit that I looked a little better than my usual self. I pulled a couple of face-framing strands of hair out of my clip on the right side of my face, applied a light black eyeliner and mascara, and dabbed on some pink gloss.

Okay, I was ready to go.

Deep breaths, Bella. You can do this. I grabbed my purse and pulled my bedroom door close behind as I left. I took to the stairs slowly, not wanting to fall only a few seconds into seeing Edward. I surprised when he wasn't waiting at the staircase for me…then I told myself I needed to stop dreaming up that particular fantasy sequence.

"In the bathroom," Charlie provided for me.

I didn't have to wait long; Edward came out of the restroom, looking stunning. The way the green pinstripe button down clung attractively to his chest, the way his dark wash jeans hung on his frame, even the white sneakers were appealing. He smiled at me when we locked eyes, but his smile suggested that he knew something I didn't. I blushed, wondering if I was so transparent, and he knew that I was undeniably drawn to him. Although, that was something I had admitted to myself a long time ago.

"Shall we go?" His voice was unusually thick, though not unrecognizable. I remembered the tone from when we were in the hallway, and he had had me close to him.

I wondered if Edward was more into me than he let on, but I didn't press then – certainly not in front of Charlie. "Yeah, sure."

"Be back before twelve, Bells," Charlie said warningly.

"Yeah, Dad, bye," I said as the two of us went out the door.

"Your father is very protective of you," Edward noted as we walked towards his car.

"Yeah well, I am his only daughter."

Edward nodded in a 'this is so' way. To my surprise, he walked around and opened my door, helping me in before climbing into the driver's seat.

"I wouldn't want you to trip in those shoes," he teased.

I blushed and said nothing in response. He pulled off quickly, his hand gripping the gear shift hard. I found myself staring at the way his long fingers clenched the ball of the shift. I tried to focus my mind so it wouldn't wander back to the place it had been only a few minutes ago. I stared intently out the window.

"So why couldn't everyone else come with us?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"They all had other engagements," Edward replied smoothly. Then he added in a playful tone, "You don't want to go to the movies with just me?"

I frowned, unimpressed, considering that he was the one who did want to go out with me first. "Forgive me, I thought that all our interactions ended on Saturday."

"You won't let me live that down, will you?"

"Not easily," I said, folding my arms.

He glanced over at me, his eyes smoldering with inner heat. "Well I guess I should start putting in work, huh."

His voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke, and he forcefully switched gears right after the end of my sentence, immediately drawing my attention to his hands again. Instantly, I came up with a couple of ways that he could put in the work….

I titled my head away from Edward, lifting my hand to cover the cheek facing him as I felt my face getting red yet again.

We got to the theatre in no time to make the eight-fifteen show. Edward bought my ticket, no questions asked, then asked me for what kind of movie candy I liked. He bought me a pack of Rasinets and a small iced tea before we went to our theatre and found seats, with Edward in the aisle. The decision elicited every girl in the theatre coming to our row to find seats. Edward stood up politely each and every time, giving each girl a warm smile. The girl in turn, bumbled and giggled like an idiot, making bat eyes at Edward and doing over exaggerated hip sways as they walked down the row.

"That has to get annoying," I commented, after yet another girl came through, and Edward returned to his seat.

"What, being polite?"

"No, being harassed by females."

He chuckled. "I can't help it if someone finds me attractive."

"I guess not."

He gave me his killer crooked smile. "You can still be my number one," he said in a low voice.

I rolled my eyes, but my face had gone red anyway. "Shut up Edward."

Edward

I was flirting. It was strange, but so much fun at the same time. I hadn't flirted with anyone in…too long to count. Of course I had been nice to females before, and maybe I had flirted unintentionally once or twice. But this playful banter between us was something I hadn't done before.

I liked it. I shouldn't have, but I did.

This roller coaster of an evening just wouldn't stop. First I arrived at Bella's house much too early, and had to make awkward conversation with Bella's father for a few minutes. Then I heard the rattling and creaking noises from upstairs. Charlie must have noticed my change in expression, because he started to hear the noises too. He might have started to make excuses for the noises, but I was hardly listening anymore. My focus was on upstairs.

The pheromones hit my nose first, making me heady. It didn't take me long to realize that I was being filled with Bella's desire. I bit my lip, and focused all my senses on upstairs. Soon, I could not only smell her, but hear her. She was turning and rolling, and soft moans came from her body. I could only imagine what she was doing to herself up there.

My imagination left me hard as a rock.

I gruffly excused myself to the nearest restroom and closed the door shut. Now, in the bathroom, it seemed Bella's sounds were magnified to me. The creaking of the bed was loud, and each time she dragged her legs up and down her sheets, I could hear it. Her moans were amplified, driving me insane. My hand dropped to my zipper, and in the next few seconds, I had my cock throbbing in my palm. My eyes were closed, and I began to stroke, picturing Bella in her bed. She would be on her back, completely nude, and a hand between her legs. The longer I watched her in my mind – in combination with the sexy noises of her self-gratification coming from upstairs – I began to wish that I was physically a part of her pleasure. That I was the one pleasuring her.

It was then that I heard my name come from upstairs in a breathless whispered.

Edward.

I groaned, unable to resist the sound. Bella was thinking about me – pleasuring herself and thinking about me. Immediately my mental picturing of her changed to the two of us: me being on top of her, probing her with my shaft. I could only imagine the warmth her body would possess. Her back arched, and her entire body was flushed with red. So deliciously hot. I pushed into her harder, needing her to say my name again and again.

And she did: once, twice, three times. I loved it, I was so absolved with it all. I felt my knees buckling, but I didn't give in. I continued to work her, worked us both. Climax for me Bella. Do it.

"Oh god, Edward!"

My rod twitched, and my hand felt warm. My breathing seemed erratic, which was strange since I only took breaths in order to blend in with society. When my eyes opened, I was treated to the sight of my secretion in my palm. Luckily, there wasn't much mess than that. I washed my hands as clean as possible, while trying to get my mind straight.

I wasn't even sure how this had happened in the first place. I could blame the pheromones that she had been releasing at first. But then I really thought about it: I fucking wanted Bella Swan. I wanted to make her cry out like that for real.

Should have been the first sign that things were no longer in my control, but I continued on with our date regardless. I cleaned myself up just in time for when she came downstairs and we left together. We made our small talk and I took my first shot at flirting with her, and I thoroughly enjoyed the response. Her eyes fell down to my hands, which gave me a good idea of what she had been fantasizing about a few minutes earlier – no mind reading necessary.

Then once we got to the theatre, I tried flirting part two, to even more positive response. By the time the lights dimmed and the movie started, I was so into Bella that it surprised me. I could barely keep my eyes on the screen, always glancing sideways to drink her in. The exposed skin of her neck looked delicious, and that sweet scent of hers was radiating onto me. Even the length and curve of her eyelashes was a turn-on. I wanted to touch her, but I knew that she had been too perceptive to my temperature once before. Instead I pressed my hands into my lap, simultaneously pressing down against my hardening rod as well.

Fuck all of this. It was too much to deal with. I felt like I was a hormonal teenager as opposed to a hundred year old vampire. The smarter, more rational side of me said to end the date there and now, before things got beyond my control. But the rest of me wanted to lift the fucking armrest between us so that I could lean over and bury my nose in her hair.

The movie made Bella laugh, which I enjoyed thoroughly. I smiled, not due to the movie, but because I was being treated to the sound of her laughter. Occasionally she would look over at me, mid laugh, her lips lifted into a smile and eyes crinkled slightly, and all I could think was, man this girl was fucking adorable. By the time the movie ended, I wasn't ready to be rid of her yet.

"Ice cream?" I suggested politely, as we left the theatre.

"Sure," she said easily. All the wariness and defenses that she had earlier seemed to have melted away. "I could go for some ice cream."

We talked about the movie as I drove to the nearest ice cream parlor, and I found myself enjoying the sound of her voice as she spoke. I might have only nodded and gave a few words in agreement or disagreement, but really, I just allowed myself to soak in the decibels of her tone. When we arrived at the parlor, she ordered a small cup of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Then she looked at me speculatively.

I shrugged. "Lactose intolerant." Easy.

"No way," she said with widen eyes. "Why'd you suggest getting ice cream then?"

"Because I figured you liked ice cream," I said. Then I added, "And I wanted to spend more time with you of course."

She gave me some of that adorable blush. "Whatever, Edward," she said in a shy murmur.

I guided her to a table, lightly pressing my hand against the small of her back. We sat across from each other and she dove into her ice cream. I tried to keep the conversation directed on her, and she told me about her mother, Renee – who lived in Jacksonville with her stepfather – and that she missed her from time to time, but was more or less happy to be getting a break from her "worrisome" mother. She told me about her relationship with Charlie; that while it wasn't close, it was definitely functional.

When she brought up Jacob Black, I tried to keep my face neutral. But I was disgusted that she hung out with the mutt. Jacob Black was the leader of a pack that my coven couldn't appreciate – they judged us on the surface, without realizing that we were not like other vampires who drank human blood. I had figured once Jacob, a younger wolf, had risen to the title of Alpha, that there would be more understanding between us. But he just continued the tradition of calling us a bunch of bloodsuckers and that was the end.

Although, it was nice to know that I wasn't the only one keeping secrets from Bella. I doubted highly that Bella knew about Jacob's double life as a werewolf.

"Do you know Jacob?" she asked me, taking me from my thoughts.

"Somewhat," I replied. "We aren't really close."

She seemed to sigh in relief, which made me curious. Damn this wall that kept me from her thoughts. I glanced down at my watch, and realized it was eleven-thirty. "Time to get you home Bella," I said, with regret.

She seemed just as reluctant as I felt, but we both got up anyway and returned to my car. This time, we rode in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. I had seen enough movies and television shows to know that a date ride back in silence was not necessarily a bad sign. I kept the engine running when I got to her house, so that if Charlie was waiting up he could hear that I wasn't lingering. Still, I walked her to her door.

"I had a good time Edward," she said. "A better time than I thought I was going to have."

"Funny, I feel the same way," I said, honestly.

She rolled her eyes at me, but she still smiled. Then I watched as her smile faded slowly, and her expression became one of anticipation. Again, I deduced quickly enough what she wanted to happen next without needing to read any minds.

She wanted me to kiss her.

Fuck.

And I wanted to kiss her back.

Fuck.

She took a step closer to me, and I was surprised by her assertiveness. I knew I needed to take control of things, my mind was basically yelling at me to do so. But when I tried, it failed epically.

I had put my hands on her shoulders in an attempt to dissuade her, but instead, my actions empowered her, and she craned her head towards mine. I had already been looking down at her, so my head was at prime angle for lip contact.

Her touch was soft, but sudden. She pulled back so instantly, it was as if the kiss never happened. Not that I was shocked at that part, she mustn't' had expected my lips to be freezing.

"I can explain," I started pathetically, knowing that I really couldn't.

Her eyes were wide, but then dropped to a level of seduction. "Don't," she said in a breathless tone just before kissing me again.

Now I was just fucking stunned.

I was responding for damn sure, pulling her body close to mine and allowing her to wrap her arms around my neck to pull me close to her. But my mind had gotten completely blank, and I was going on sheer primal instincts. She didn't come up for breath, and I didn't need it, so as far as I was concerned, we were going to be molded there together in a kiss, our tongues dancing, forever.

Except her father yelled from the front window: "Isabella Marie Swan, what the hell?!"

She ripped away from me, which was all I needed to get my senses back. Firstly, I wondered if in my blankness, I had maybe held her too hard, revealed my true strength. Then I scolded myself: what the fuck did that matter? I kissed her.

Nah, she kissed you. But that didn't make it much better.

She turned back to me, her face flushed but her expression happy. "Sorry, I have to go," she said hurriedly. "But I'll call you, and maybe we could do this again?"

"Bella–"

She pressed her lips to mine innocently again, and I felt that blankness once more. Then she disappeared into her house.

I knew Chief Officer Swan was probably following me with angry eyes as I wobbled back to my car, but I was too busy caught up in my own whirlwind of thoughts and emotions to worry about it. By the time I finally made to the driver's seat, I realized my mouth was tingling.

What the fuck just happened?


Can I just say quickly that I don't really get the whole "Bella-Edward-Pregnancy" thing in Breaking Dawn just yet. I mean, I read the book but...if vampires are supposed to be dead, how did Edward reproduce the sperm in the first place? I'm just thinking out loud right now, it's not anything serious, and it doesn't change my opinion on the book:: I just wonder.

But hey, at least it means that Edward can have a climax! That makes for great fic writing! =)

Be sure to review! Until my next update

--Brin--