The thing about Bella is that she's a restless sleeper.

Restless, that is, until you're touching or stroking her. And before you start judging me, I meant stroking her hair, her cheek, or touching her arms or hands.

Perverts.

Anyway...

She started out laying against my bicep, with her feet dangling off of the couch, while some entertainment news show played quietly in the background. At the first commercial, she had somehow burrowed her face into my side and curled her legs up on the couch. By the second commercial, she had gone a bit fetal and snuggled into my kneecaps, which couldn't have been comfortable at all. Before the next show started, she was sprawled out on her stomach with her face buried in the cushion next to my thigh.

I started stroking her hair and she stayed like that until the second show ended a half hour later. My arm started getting tired from the movement and it pained me to stop my fingers combing through her tresses.

And then she started moving again.

Bella, being who she is, curled back up into my lap with her face buried near my crotch. I swear that her mouth was a magnet and it was undeniably attracted to my zipper...or the iron rod in my pants, commonly known as my penis.

I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit ungentlemanly. I stroked her cheek with gentle caresses while she laid there breathing her hot breath over my zipper, igniting a fire that couldn't be quenched in my loins. I wasn't moving her for all the money in the world. This was where she was meant to be.

She felt so good, warming my lap and curling into me, that I found my fingers tracing smaller patterns on her cheek until I was drifting off into a restful slumber myself.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, until I felt stirring around me.

"Mmmmmm," Bella groaned, stretching and yawning into my side.

I let out a little moan of my own. Whether it was from being awakened, or the slightly erotic dream I was having about the woman in my lap, I couldn't be sure.

"Mmmmmm...mmmmmmmmm...Oh!" she startled, suddenly popping up into a seated position.

My blurry eyes blinked awake as I watched Bella scramble to the other side of the couch, drawing her knees up to her chest. I looked over at the clock to see that over two hours had passed and it was nearing bedtime.

"Mmmmm...morning-er, I guess evening?" I smiled at her, sleepily.

She looked at me suspiciously.

"H-how did I end up in your lap?"

Sleep was still tugging at my brain, begging me to snuggle back down and drift off to Dreamland.

"Huh?"

"Your lap. I was laying in it. How did that happen?" Bella pleaded, looking a bit scared at what I might reveal.

"Oh, that. Um..."

"It was the sedation, wasn't it? I get REALLY cuddly when that happens. I am SOOOOO sorry!"

"Um...no problem. You looked really comfy, so I didn't want to move you," I chuckled, watching her face blush a hot red. "Besides, you were like my own personal heating blanket, so I'm not going to lie. I totally took advantage."

Bella blushed even further, but teased right back. "Oh, well...then you should be ashamed of yourself, shouldn't you?"

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Probably, but you're very toasty. Sorry, that was really unprofessional of me to say. You probably want to sue me for sexual harassment or something now, don't you?"

She let out a giggle. "Well, seeing that you're the only dentist that doesn't make me run screaming from your office in a blind panic, I think I'll overlook this one indiscretion."

Was she flirting with me?

"Thanks," I answered, a bit relieved and maybe a little turned on. "So you should probably eat something, so you won't start feeling nauseous. What do you say to some food?"

She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me through her eyelashes. Yep, definitely flirting.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see what I can whip up!"

With that, she bounced up off the couch and jogged into the kitchen, almost a little too eagerly. I followed closely behind, grabbing her wrist as she tried to sift through her cupboards.

"No, you don't have to cook anything for me. I'll treat."

Bella looked up at me with quizzical eyes.

"After all, it's the least I could do for the sexual harassment, right?"

"Most definitely," she answered, giving me a playful punch in the arm.

"So, before I went to sleep, I had figured I'd take the opportunity while you slept to show off my mad cooking skills."

Bella eyed me skeptically. "Oh? So where is my five-course meal, Dr. Cullen?"

Don't ask me why, but having her call me Dr. Cullen had my brain welling up with fantasy after fantasy. Doctor/patient, naughty nurse, you name it.

"Well, when I realized I can't cook to save my life, I figured I'd show off my mad takeout ordering skills instead."

She laughed and threw a pile of takeout menus at me. They say the way to a woman's heart is to make her laugh, so I fully intended to have her in stitches all evening.

"Have you had Saylor's pizza?" I asked after sifting through shitty takeout menu after shitty takeout menu. I was desperately hoping that she'd never had the experience, because I wanted to be her first-to introduce her to the awesome pizza, of course.

"Um, no. Never heard of it."

Dramatically clutching my chest in shock, I audibly gasped and pretended to swoon.

"How can you live here as long as you have and NEVER had a Saylor's pizza?" I exclaimed, completely flabbergasted. "Matter of fact, how could Alice have been so neglectful?"

"I take it this pizza is good?"

"Bella," I reached out and grasped her face in both hands, looking deeply into her eyes with complete seriousness, "let me put it this way: This pizza is so amazing, so succulent in all it's splendor, that it will make your toes curl in a never-ending foodgasm."

A few breaths passed between the small space between our faces. I pondered closing the distance with my lips, but decided to taunt her with delicious torture. Hadn't I just endured hours of her temptations? It was payback time.

"So, you're saying I'll probably like it?" she teased, breaking me out of my reverie.

"I'd stake my manhood and all that I hold holy and dear to me."

"Damn," she whispered, so close to my lips, yet so very, very far.

I couldn't wait until she tasted the pizza.