Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.

Up next will be back to Bella, the rest of their time in Seattle and Edward presenting the ring to her … Thank you for reading!

Chapter Twenty-Two

BPOV

I was warm and cushioned on something hard, but soft at the same time. I stretched, yawning and blinking open my eyes. I saw that I wasn't at home, but in a very swanky hotel room with charcoal wings holding me tightly and large hands rubbing my back. Looking up, I smiled sleepily. "Good morning," I whispered. "What time is it?"

"A little after ten," he said, a crooked smile spreading over his handsome face. "You slept so hard and very deeply. Your dreams were beautiful."

"Were you reading my mind? Watching my dreams?" I quipped, sitting up and stretching. "Should I be afraid? Were my dreams pervy?" His crooked smile widened, but he didn't respond. "Ugh, they were. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know that I'm being all cautious and taking our physical relationship slowly …"

"I understand why you are and I respect you for it, but seeing your fantasies? It helps me figure out how to proceed and what you're comfortable with," he explained, shrugging and his wings disappeared into his back. "And only a minute percentage of your dreams were 'pervy.' The rest were very romantic and, honestly? Humbling."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He cupped my cheek, his green eyes swirling with so much emotion. When he spoke, his voice was deep and his accent, that rich, honeyed accent was so apparent. "How you see me … the love you feel for me is overwhelming. You believe me to be your sole protector, your savior and your best friend, all rolled into one. You want me to be your only lover and when we do make love in your dreams, it's so beautiful." I blushed, hating that my subconscious was sharing my secrets. "Please, don't hide yourself, or your thoughts. I tried to be respectful and ignore what I was seeing, but it was surreal, to see how you see me. I'm so humbled by you, Isabella. You believe to be not worthy of me, but it is I who is not worthy of you, my love."

I didn't say anything, but I felt my face flame. He drew me into his arms and held me close. I tried to not dwell on what he saw in my dreams. I had no control over them. "I'm sorry, pretty Bella, if I made you uncomfortable," he whispered, leaning his cheek to my head.

"It's okay," I murmured. "I do care deeply for you, Edward."

"I know you do," he said, kissing my forehead. "I saw it in your dreams. But, I will stop watching them since it clearly makes you uncomfortable. I am sorry. I was just drawn in to the beauty of your mind. Even with all that happened to you, you're still able to see the goodness and exquisiteness of the world and in people." I nodded, smiling softly and idly tracing the ink on his torso. He cupped my chin, looking me in the eyes. "Are we okay?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm sorry about being so sensitive. It's stupid … I just never thought you'd watch my dreams."

"I won't do it again. I promise," he said, giving me a beautifully crooked grin. "Now, we've got a big day planned."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Whatever you want," he beamed. "That's what we've got planned. We're here until tomorrow. We can just explore, if you want."

"That sounds like fun," I nodded. "But, I need a few human moments. I want to take a shower and brush my teeth. I feel kind of grimy." He chuckled and let me go. Blushing, I turned to him, "Could we go to Pike Place? For breakfast?"

"Anything you want, Bella," he said.

I grabbed my toiletry bag from the luggage in our room. I also swiped a pair of skinny jeans, one of Edward's sweater and underwear. With a timid smile, I ducked into the shower and quickly went through my morning routine. Once I was dressed, my hair dried and some simple makeup on, I got out of the shower. Edward kissed my cheek as he slipped past me. He flew through his routine and he looked deliciously casual in a pair of dark wash jeans, a white button-down and the same leather jacket as yesterday. He wore a pair of Chuck Taylors on his feet. "You look very pretty, Bella," Edward said, smiling shyly. "I think I like you in my clothes."

"I saw what was packed it wasn't my style," I chuckled, pulling out a tight shirt and some other items that I would never wear. "Who packed the bag?"

"Alice did, but she is very girly and has certain ideas about women and their clothes," he said, rolling his eyes. "I rather like you in what you have on. It proves to the world that you're mine."

"Is your name embroidered on this sweater?" I quipped, poking him in the belly as I slipped on a pair of socks and my own Chucks. Edward slipped off his jacket and put it on me. "Won't you get cold?"

"I really don't feel the weather," he shrugged. "When it's so cold that it could freeze your balls off? Yes, it affects me. Carlisle had me meet him at the summit of Mt. Rainier a couple of days ago and I was shivering my ass off. But, it was negative twenty degrees."

"I feel bad that I'm taking your jacket," I frowned. He took my face and stared into my eyes. "Edward …"

"I'll be fine. It's not that bad out," he said, brushing his lips with mine. "Worse comes to worse, I can get something while we're out. You stay in my jacket. I'll survive." I nodded and took his proffered hand. We rode down to the lobby of the Edgewater and he hailed a cab. We rode to Pike Place, stopping to get breakfast and wander along the open-air market. As we did, we got some lattes from the first Starbucks and I wanted to go into one of the bookstores. I found a few new books for my classroom library. Edward bought them for me, along with two books for my own personal enjoyment. I scowled, but he sang that it was still our first date and he was entitled to spoil me.

After our leisurely stroll around Pike Place, the Seattle weather decided to make its appearance and we decided to go see an afternoon movie. We decided on some indie film that piqued my interest about some lost city in the middle of the Amazon rain forest. It wasn't some cheesy romantic comedy nor a violence-filled thriller. "The guy, Henry Costin, if he lost the beard, you'd look kind of like him," I whispered to Edward. "Plus, about fifty pounds of muscle and a set of charcoal wings."

He rolled his eyes and pulled me onto his lap, nuzzling my neck. "Are you saying I wouldn't look good with a bushy beard and emaciated from eating maggots?" he growled.

"No matter what, you'd be handsome, but I like how you look now," I giggled as he pressed a kiss behind my ear and making me shiver. His lips moved down the column of my neck and I melted against him. "Do you always stay this way or can your form change?"

I felt him smile against my throat and he pulled back, his green eyes almost glowing in the dark. "I can use my powers to alter my appearance, look older, younger or change something like my hair or eye color, but I cannot rearrange the features on my face." He closed his eyes, blowing out a breath and reopened them. They were an icy blue. "It takes concentration at first, but after some time, you forget you're altering your look."

"Can all angels do that?" I whispered.

He nodded. "Dominion Lordships, like Carlisle and Esme, they can completely change their appearance, but it's needed to blend in with humans," he smiled. "Another neat trick is that wherever I go, I know the language. I got to France, I speak French. China, I can speak Mandarin …"

"Wow," I breathed. He grinned crookedly, blinking a few times and his eyes fading back to their original warm green. He leaned forward, kissing me sweetly before pointing to the movie screen. I snuggled closer to him and we finished watching the movie. When it was done, Edward held my hand as we left the theater and strolled outside. The rain had stopped, but it was chillier and just icky out. "The beautiful day just disappeared."

"I know," he chuckled, his arm rest comfortably around my waist and on my hip. "We could go to the art museum?"

"How about we go the Seattle Public Library? It's supposed to be this amazing building," I sang. Edward gave me an indulgent smile and hailed a cab. Helping me into it, he gave the cabbie instructions to go to the library. We went inside and wandered for hours in the building, finding books and reading in the various nooks in the library. I could have spent the rest of the day and into the night there, but my stomach decided to make its presence known with an angry snarl.

"Got grizzly bears in there?" Edward quipped, closing a book on angels he'd found.

"Supposedly," I giggled nervously. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Edward said, placing the book on a nearby cart. "I need to feed my girlfriend. I can't have you wasting away." He scooped me up and held me to his chest. I squeaked, getting a scowl from a nearby librarian. Edward carried me out. I wriggled, wanting to walk on my own. He placed me on my feet and threaded our fingers together. "Do you want to go to a restaurant or back to our hotel?"

"Hmmm, hotel," I said. "My feet are hurting."

"I could carry you again," he quipped, waggling his brows.

"I'm not an invalid," I snorted, holding up my hand and waving down a cab. We clambered into the approaching car and we drove back to the hotel. In our suite, I collapsed on the freshly made bed and sighed. "I love this bed. It's almost as soft as your bed back home."

"Our bed," he argued, flipping through binder before coming across the room service menu. "What do you want, pretty Bella?" He lay down next to me, holding up the menu. I looked at it, deciding on breakfast for dinner. I ordered Belgium waffles with bananas foster topping and bacon on the side. Edward snickered, following my lead, but ordering an omelet and some fresh fruit. We changed into some comfy pajamas and curled up under the covers, watching the rain droplets on the windows.

Edward was antsy, squirming and agitated. "Everything okay?" I asked.

"Of course," he answered, kissing my temple.

"Then, why are you shifting like you got ants in your pants," I quipped.

He laughed and pulled me onto his lap, astride his hips. "Sorry, Bella," he said. "I guess I am antsy because I have something I want to give you."

"You've given me the best first date in the history of first dates," I said, gesturing to the room. "What more can I ask for?"

He reached behind him and pulled out a small black box. "Something for you to know that I always will love you," he whispered. "I know that there's something in our hearts that locks us together, but I want you to have tangible proof that I love you. I want you to look down and see this … knowing that I'm giving it to you because I want you to have it. It's a small token of how I feel and a promise of forever."

"Are you proposing?" I whispered, looking up at him.

"What? No! I may be old and out of touch with current dating practices, but I'm not proposing marriage," he barked, his eyes wide. "Though, that's something I want from you. For you. For us. Alice said that you're my mate, but our mating bond is not complete until we make that vow to each other, sealing it by consummating our relationship. I will always love you, Bella. You're it for me. I will never love another as I love you." He opened the box, showing me the ring I was admiring at the gift shop at the base of the Seattle Space Needle.

"It's the same color of your eyes," I whispered, repeating the same thing I'd mentioned the night before. "You shouldn't have, Edward. This is too much."

"Nothing is too much for you, Bella," Edward said, taking the ring and putting it on my right hand. "A promise … of forever." He kissed my ring and then kissed my lips. When our mouths touched, something in me ignited and I needed to be closer to him. My fingers tangled into his hair and pressed my body to his. Edward let out a low rumbling growl, his arms banding around me and holding me closer to his muscular torso. His fingers moved and slid underneath my long-sleeved t-shirt. I shuddered, wanting to feel his warm, soft hands all over my body.

"Touch me," I pleaded. "I want to feel your hands on me."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice breathless. He stared into my eyes as I nodded, tossing my shirt from my body and revealing my bare upper body. He let out the most delicious whimper/growl. He crushed his mouth to mine and his hands glided up my back, massaging my muscles. My chest was pressed to his and I felt sparks throughout my body as my nipples came in contact with the skin of his torso. His fingers twined in my hair, as our mouths fought for dominance. It was erotic, sexy and sinful, but so beautiful at the same time. I arched my back, wanting his hands on my breasts. He obliged, moving slowly and deliberately, cupping my breasts and letting loose a rumbling snarl. "So, beautiful," he whispered roughly. His mind opened up and he showed me with his mouth on my breasts, flicking and nibbling my nipples.

"Please, Edward," I panted and arched my back. He smiled against my mouth, kissing down my neck and taking my right breast into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my nipple, fluttering his tongue over it and making me wet and desperately wanting more than just his mouth there. I wanted his mouth everywhere. He released my nipple and panted heavily, kissing across my chest and repeating the same actions to my left breast. I was rocking over him, feeling his hardness beneath me. I should be terrified, but with Edward I knew I was safe. He'd never hurt me.

"Never," he whispered, his lips capturing mine. "Never would I hurt you, my love."

"Edward … I want more," I said, rolling my hips. His hands grasped my waist and he positioned me over his erection. He kept his heated gaze on me, moving me over him. "Oooh …"

"That's how it's supposed to feel, Bella," he whispered, his voice straining. "That's the pleasure you should have always had. Feel it in your body. Use me …" I moved freely over him and I could feel my panties grow wetter. The sensations were like tiny lightning bolts traveling through my veins. "Yes, Bella … I can feel how much you want me. How wet you are …" He kissed me, his hands cupping my breasts and I moved faster over his hardness. It looked like we were having sex, but our clothes were still on.

Well, for the most part.

"Edward …" I choked out. "I'm …"

"Let go, my love," he said, his lips finding my neck and sucking carefully on the skin. "I love you. Come for me." I shattered into a million pieces, collapsing against his chest in a boneless heap. Every nerve ending was firing and it felt so good. Edward's arms wrapped around me and he brushed my hair away from my face. "I knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked, trying to regulate my breathing.

"You are gorgeous when you come," he said, his voice deep. I smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and sliding my arms around his neck, shy and uncomfortable in my semi-nudity. He gently pried me away and looked at me, cupping my face with his hands. "You are beautiful in general, but in the throes of passion? A vision."

There was a quiet knock on the door. "Room service."

I blushed, clambering off Edward's lap. I gestured blindly to the bathroom. He kissed me and walked to the door. I slipped into the bathroom and tried to calm my heart. I wanted that. I wanted to feel him and lose control with him, but I was … I was terrified.

Does he think less of me? I bit my lip and tried to keep the tears from falling. Perhaps I was just a whore, like my foster families called me. My mother was a whore. The apple doesn't fall from the tree, does it?

A/N: One step forward and two steps back … sigh, Bella, what am I going to do with you? Sorry about the wait between updates. Life has been, well, CRAY CRAY! I'm hoping to get back to my normal updating schedule.

Up next will be the rest of their date. Will it be smooth sailing or will Bella have some issues? Leave me some loving! Thank you for reading.

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