Eep! Update! Yay! Sorry guys...I've been super busy..and four hour volleyball practices started today...so I'm going to be even more busy...:( but I decided to get this up before I had to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow morning...you're welcome for my awesomeness :) anyways...if you are a My Love Is Basketball reader, could you hop on over to My Love Is Time and review a song so I can get an update...and if you aren't a My Love Is Basketball reader...read it :) If you wanna of course...I really liked writing that and can't wait to get the sequel started...but I have to finish the My Love Is Time do-hicky (since I really don't know what to call it) and I need a song to update it...k thanks...unicorns and rainbows for all...and maybe fluffy previews and sneak peeks? Yes...I'm bribing you...I'm desperate...okay...so without further adue...if you chose to read that...enjoy :)


"Eight…Nine…Ten," Bella counted aloud, pressing the button on the top of her stopwatch and frowning at the results. "Two seconds to slow…again," she commanded without looking up from the numbers on the screen. She heard Edward grumble something about women belonging in kitchens and absentmindedly recounted his reps, listening to the heavy puffs of breath with every lift of the hand weight.

Gray light flooded into the room from the big, picturesque windows that lined the walls of the Packer's training facility. A stereo blasted a loud rock song into the otherwise silent atmosphere, the bass vibrating the floor. Bella fought back the urge to scold another NFL player as he leaned over to crank the dial. Who knew this job could destroy her eardrums?

"Nine…Ten," Bella droned, her thumb pressing the button with a beeping noise. The time froze on the screen, and she sighed audibly, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. There was a clunk as the weight slipped from Edward's hands, his curse resounding through the half-full room. "Edward, seriously, if you don't get it this time, you're coach is going to have me canned. Again." She opened her mouth to tally his lifts. She gasped as vibrant green eyes filled her vision, the mischievous twinkle as evident in his eyes as in his crooked smile.

"You know," he purred, bringing up his fingers to twirl a lock of chocolate hair, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were making me repeat these exercises for your own enjoyment." Bella bit her lip, eyeing Edward's tousled appearance. His hair was mussed, the auburn locks sticking up in every direction. Beads of sweat trickled the firm bicep of his unharmed arm, and she allowed her mind to wander to the image of him curling the weight, his muscle flexing, the veins in his arm prominent with his strain. She inwardly swooned at the focused look in his eyes, the concentrated furrow of his eyebrow as he worked to finish inside the allotted time limit.

"Maybe you don't know better," she whispered, leaning in closer and stretching up onto her tiptoes. Edward seemed to follow her, his arms reaching around and bracing themselves on either side of the wall she was backed up against. She was about to protest about the strain on his shoulder when her eyes raked downward, seeing his bare torso, the sexy V that disappeared into the waistband of his black Nike shorts. Down, girl, she commanded, shoving away the thought of jumping him in the middle of his teammates. Though he probably wouldn't mind—Stop it, Bella! Stop! She looked up to see his head cocked to the side, a curious look present on his face.

His head leaned in closer, his lips brushing up her jawbone, lingering against her ear. She felt his lips move, forming the words as he said them. "What are you thinking about?" A shaky breath escaped her lips.

You naked and sweating on the floorpreferably on top of—"Just you getting those reps down," she said with a smile, slamming down on the love-stricken teenager that resided within her. She pushed him lightly away but failed to make him move even a millimeter. A low growl escaped his throat as he pressed his lips to hers, exhaling loudly and allowing her to inhale his sweet, distinct scent. He pulled away, smirking at her blush as catcalls emanated around the room.

"Liar." He pushed off the wall and turned on his heel, giving Bella a nice view of his butt as he strutted back to the weight bench. Begrudgingly, Bella trailed, the eyes of Edward's teammates following her as if asking whether she was going to take that or not. A feral grin played at her lips as she positioned herself in front of Edward, unzipping the hoodie she was wearing slightly so that he could get a nicer view of the flimsy tank top beneath.

He was straddling the bench, and Bella leaned down, placing her hands on the open space between his knees. She saw his gaze leave hers, falling to the lettering that was now exposed. The tank top was from the Pink line at Victoria's secret, and surprisingly, all of their Packer's gear had twenty-one written on it somewhere. On this one, it happened to be front and center, the big, white letters stark against the green fabric. If Edward was worried that she was wearing his number, he didn't show it, smiling slightly and reaching out for Bella's legs. She slammed her hand against the bench. "Again." She nodded in the direction of the discarded weight, looking back at him expectantly.

There was a chuckle from his teammates as Edward glared, effortlessly snatching the object from the ground and curling it, his muscles having taken on a newfound vigor. Bella clicked start on the stopwatch and rocked back on her heels, taking a moment to ogle the boy sitting before her. He was too entranced in beating the clock that he couldn't see her appraising the fluid movements of his muscles, the curve of his lips, the set of his jaw, his lickable jaw. She snapped out of reverie when her monotonous counting voice reached ten. Her eyes automatically flitted to the stopwatch, as Edward's hand wrapped around the back of her knees and caused her to tumble onto his lap. A high-pitched squeal broke from her mouth as she fell into his arms, his fingertips playing along the neckline of her revealing tank top. "Who's number is this?" He was absently tracing the numbers, his fingers igniting flames along her skin even through the fabric.

"Oh, you know, just some super famous guy that every girl is vying for." Edward arched his perfectly sculpted eyebrows, something that he'd assured Bella was natural, though he confided in her that he did enjoy the occasional mani-pedi after ballet class. Bella had snorted out loud at that one.

"Oh, really?" his voice mimed incredulousness. "And are you, you know, vying for this guy, too?" Bella shrugged, scrunching up her nose a little, not oblivious to the snickers that floated around their perfect bubble.

"Nah. I mean, he's totally gorgeous, but he's got the cockiest attitude." She giggled along with the rest of the room, but Edward remained unperturbed. His steady green gaze was locked on hers as he reached down and laced their fingers together.

"You think that I'm gorgeous?" His best smirk was on full display as he batted his eyelashes at her, kissing the air suggestively.

Bella rolled her eyes and swatted away his pucker lips, unhooking their linked fingers. Edward pouted slightly as she lifted herself off the bench. "Of course that is all that would get around that inflated ego of yours." Edward grinned wickedly, lifting himself up off the bench and reaching to put his sling back on.

"What did you say? I can't hear you around my awesomeness." He wrapped his good arm around Bella's waist and planted a firm kiss against her lips. Bella wrinkled her nose, and Edward chuckled, bringing her face in for another, slower one. If any of the other football players were opposed to this public display of affection, they didn't speak up, but judging by the whoops and hollers, they were enjoying it nearly as much as Bella was.

Pulling away, Bella closed her eyes breathlessly, before shooting a look of mock-irritation in Edward's direction. "You're just lucky you made it in time on your last set, otherwise I wouldn't have been so caught off guard. Edward scoffed, scooping up his gym bag and settling his arm across her shoulders. Bella wriggled away immediately, staring disgustedly at the damp shoulder of her sweatshirt. Edward looked at her quizzically, and Bella shook her head. "You stink, Edward. Go shower."

No hurt flashed across Edward's eyes as he stepped in front of her, standing at least a head taller than her. He waggled his eyebrows, his bright green eyes sparkling in the minimal light. The roar of the rock music had somehow lessened during Edward and Bella's flirt-war—as some of the teammates described it, others just called it sexual frustration. Bella's eyebrows pulled together as Edward lifted her chin. "Wanna make it a memorable shower?"

Reaching for the nearest thing, which happened to be a sandal, Bella threw it at his retreating form, hearing his loud, howling laughter echo through the room. "Pig!" she called, though the humor was evident in her voice. She glanced around shyly at the other boys in the room, thankful that they were mostly second-string and that she wouldn't have to treat them later during the season.

After waving goodbye, she stalked away to a series of whistles and lewd comments. She forced her middle finger to stay curled into a ball as she traced Edward's footsteps to the shower room just off of the exercise room. Edward's bag was discarded right outside the door. Warm steam curled out from beneath the door and the hum of running water filled her ears. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her ancient phone, which was buzzing incessantly. Checking the caller I.D., she pressed the answer button, holding the object to her ear.

"What do you want, Em?" she asked, hoping he couldn't hear the rest of the football team's cackles flowing down the hallway. She heard her brother's heavy breathing on the other end and crinkled her nose. He sounded like a prank-calling pedophile. She told him as much.

"Sorry, baby sis, I'm just wonderin' how you're doing." Bella rolled her eyes, leave it to her brother to call her for inane chatter rather than just zap her a text message. She loved him anyway, big, bulky protectiveness and all.

"I'm doing fine, Em…great actually." She leaned against the wall, tucking her opposite hand into the bend of her shoulder and propping a foot against the bricks. She heard Emmett chuckle and mutter something about her usual indecisiveness. "How are you doing, Emmett?"

"Good, Bells. I think I've finally figured out a way to propose to Rosalie and incorporate an audience without big suspicion." She could almost see his beaming grin through the phone. She switched her phone and propped it up with her shoulder as she waited for Emmett to continue.

"Well…" she prompted, pausing again. When her brother made no sound from the other end of the line, she added, "are you going to tell me?" She bent down and hitched Edward's bag up onto her shoulder, stumbling slightly under the unexpected weight of it and mentally trying to remember if he'd carried it on his injured shoulder.

"Sorry, Bells," he apologized slowly, sighing into the phone. "I don't want anything leaked to the media. I want it to be a totally surprise for everybody." Bella rolled her eyes, knowing that her brother didn't think she'd give anything to the paparazzi. As for the bystander that just happened to be able to catch a snippet of the phone call, he wasn't so sure.

"'Kay, Em. I understand." She toyed with the metal zipper on the green bag, her eyes tracing the giant Packer logo across the top. The emblem was random—a big, white G on an oval background of deep green and rimmed in gold. But then again, how do you really represent a Packer?

"Hey, Bells?" Emmett asked tentatively, and Bella's eyes looked up to see a t-shirt-clad Edward emerging from the room. His eyebrows shot up as he saw Bella toting his bag around. She shoved his arms away when he reached for it, shaking her head and pointing at the phone positioned against her ear.

"Yeah?" A heavy exhale flooded into her ear as Edward's fingers tangled with the ones of her free hand, guiding her expertly through the mess of hallways that made up the fitness center.

"I'm okay if you wanna try things out with Edward. He's a good guy." Automatically, Bella's eyes landed on the face of the boy, his skin glowing from the shower and wet, auburn curls clinging to his temples and necks. She involuntarily smiled.

"What changed your mind, Em?" Edward looked back and caught Bella smiling at him. A blush crept up her cheeks, but her gaze remained steady, her heart soaring as a crooked smile adorned his lips. He tugged her up against his side and kissed the top of her head, succeeding in making her feel protected and short at the same time. She fought back a laugh.

"Let's just say that we are more alike than I'd once thought." Puzzled, Bella asked him to explain further, but he brushed it aside, exchanging farewells with her and clicking off, the horrendous dial-tone replacing the comforting sound of Emmett's voice.

"Who was that?" Edward asked, pushing open a door for her that opened to the fenced-in parking lot. The cold, October air bit her cheeks as she situated the bag higher on her shoulder, plucking the keys from the pockets of her jeans.

"Just, Emmett." Edward nodded and lifted the bag away from her and carrying it with his good arm. After Bella popped the tailgate of his car, he slid it into the back and hopped into the passenger seat, frowning. Bella, turning the key in the ignition, noticed this. "What's up, Edward?"

Edward shook his head, looking out the window and turning up the stereo, which Bella promptly turned down. She pulled out of the parking lot swiftly and traced the route to Edward's house, listening to the soft voice of Eric Church through the radio. She turned the dial to the heat up, and Edward lowered it again, grumpily mumbling something about being too hot. Cheekily, Bella replied, "That's because I'm in here." Edward snorted, but made no move to deny or confirm her statement. Bella said nothing after that, pulling into Edward's giant driveway and throwing the car into park.

Leaving his bag behind, Edward strode into the house, leaving Bella sprinting after him. "Jeez, baby, what's wrong?" Edward flew up the stairs and threw himself down against his bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Why do you look like a brooding teenager, Edward?" Edward scoffed.

"Why are you slowly taking away my masculinity?" Bella reeled backward. What?

"Please, Edward. You are the cockiest, most confident man that I know, and you think that I'm taking away your man card?" Edward grumbled incoherently. "How am I doing that?" Bella sunk down onto the bed beside them, lying down on her back so that their shoulders were touching.

Edward grunted loudly, not bothering to take the arm away from his eyes. "First of all, you're making me where this dang sling that gets made fun of everyday—"

"Baby, it's helping you get better—"

"—and you call me that stupid pet name! We've been together like a week-and-a-half, and you're calling me baby?"

"You don't like when I call you that?" Edward shook his head, releasing a breath.

"Well the innocent way you say it is actually really sexy, but that's beside the point." Bella bit her lip to keep from smiling. Edward was certainly moody when he was tired.

"Mmm…what else?" She shimmied up closer to Edward, resting her head on her chest so she could feel his heavy breathing, his accelerated heartbeat.

"You coach my training sessions and loudly announce that I fail to meet the time limit. You drive my car and mess with the stereo and heat switches. You carried my bag from the building. " Bella wondered if this rant should anger her.

"Yeah, and…?" Edward finally let his arm drop beside him, the limb bouncing around on the mattress.

"Who am I kidding?" he sighed, rolling on his side and taking Bella's face between his palms. His emerald gaze was unsure, bounding between her eyes as if searching for something in the depths. "Everything you do, Bella…it drives me crazy. The way you got me all worked up in the weight room today, the way you countered all my quick comments, the way you bite your lip, hek, the way your brown eyes look innocently up at me through your thick eyelashes—it has me nearly in a frenzy, and…and I just can't deal with the fact that other guys are pining over you…able to kiss you," he pecked her nose gently, "like that. Able to touch you," he trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, making her shiver and closer her eyes, "like that." He sighed heavily, his gaze dropping down to his fingers tracing patterns against the bedspread.

Bella thought his shyness was cute. She liked the blush of his cheeks, the unsure look in his eyes as he poured out his feelings. She bit her lip, realizing that she was probably supposed to say something. As she groped for a reply, all that came out was, "What are you trying to say, Edward?" Edward's eyes snapped back to hers, his fingers fanning out across the small of her back, his breath washing over her deliciously.

His voice was hoarse, strained as he spoke slowly, deliberately. "What I'm saying, Bella, is that…I don't want any other men in your life…in the romantic sense…I want to be exclusively with you, and I want you to be exclusively with me…" He paused as Bella merely blinked at him. "Crap…I'm making it sound like we're owning each other…what I meant was—"

A smile stretched across the expanse of Bella's face. "Yes, Edward, I will be your girlfriend." She felt his body relax as he buried her face into his hair. "But I can't promise that you will be the only man in my life." She felt him tighten against her as she smiled. "Your big ego is like dating another person all together…so I think two Edwards in my life should be enough."

Edward growled before flipping her onto her back and kissing hungrily at her neck. Bella giggled and pushed him away, right as his stomach grumbled loudly. "Mmm.." she mused, "breakfast time for my man?" Edward nodded, grinning at what she'd referred to him as.

"Whatcha gonna make me?" he said, helping her up off the bed. She slid passed him and paused in the doorway, grinning.

"Pancakes," she replied simply before taking off running down the hall, hearing the heavy footsteps of Edward chasing her.


Oooh...Bella decided to make Edward girlie food...bad choice Bella...bad bad choice...And what is this crap about KStew cheating on RPatz...SCREW HER...oh wait...the director already did...anyways...did you like it? Do you want to see more silly, fluffy moments? Did you watch the U.S. Swim Team dance to Call Me Maybe? These are the things I need to know PEOPLE! :) so...review?

~All My Love...BallinBlonde21