Happy Sunday all! Sorry for the delay. Hang in there folks. Many of you are worried about that other shoe…. Mmhmm. Well not this chapter. lol

This is completely unedited. literally just wrote the last couple words moments ago. But if i don't post now, it won't happen today. So here ya go!

Let's Get It Started- Black Eyed Peas

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Chapter 50: Mouth invading.

BPOV

Three weeks. Three long weeks after my new bed arrived and no opportunities to break it in.

It seemed whenever Charlie worked overnights, it was not a good night for Edward to sneak in. And whenever we were together and our parents were around, it seemed there was no time to ever really be alone.

I was beginning to think that my dad had somehow convinced Edward that I was not to be touched.

I had barely felt more than a good boob grope in our meadow the one day it didn't rain.

I knew this was a good thing. Taking it slow and easy. No need to rush.

Slow was good.

Slow was….

Slow.

Slow was killing me.

But it was good for Edward. He needed slow it seemed.

Each week that passed seemed to bring a little bit more out of him. He smiled more; he talked more about his past. Every Saturday he spent with his therapist seemed to make him more confident when we did get a few minutes alone.

But a girl needs more than five minutes and I was starting to feel the strain of behaving.

Sometimes being good was just cruel.

"What's the matter glum face?"

I looked up from the cookie tray to find Jasper watching me from the door. He had warmed up to me considerably since that first weekend when Dr. Cullen had shown up. Getting a restraining order delivered to the good doctor seemed to have made him vanish from town. Jasper seemed happy to not have anymore confrontations, and I wondered if Dr. Creepy avoided the Whitlocks completely. Jasper hadn't told me anything about how he knew the Cullens, but he had opened up on other things.

Like his time in the military.

That he had seen action he often wished he'd forget.

He was from Texas, which explained his drawl.

That he met Alice in Chicago.

That was the closest to commenting on the Cullens as he came.

"Really," he continued. "You've been quiet all day. Something happen with your boyfriend?"

"No, things are okay," I mumbled and rolled out the next bit of dough. "It's just a lot of things."

A lot of tingly things that I was missing.

"You like working here though, right?" he asked, frowning.

"Baking is like therapy to me, Jasper," I replied, smiling shyly.

"And you need therapy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

I blushed and turned back to the dough.

"No," I said quickly and pursed my lips when I saw him smirk. "I don't really need therapy, just a way to vent."

"Ah," he replied, and chuckled. "Oh to be a teenager in love again."

"Cut it out," I retorted.

But truly, I needed some kind of outlet.

"Well, I suppose with your dad being the Chief of Police, it's gotta be difficult for you to get any time alone with your boyfriend," he replied and stepped a little closer to the counter I was working at, smirking.

"My dad likes him," I said defensively.

"Have they had the talk yet?" he countered.

I didn't have to answer, he simply smiled.

"And that's why maybe you have been seeing him pull back a bit?" he suggested. "Guys are intimidated by fathers with guns, no matter how civil they are."

I frowned over the almond cookies I was shaping.

That explained the quick gropes and the good behavior at my house. Edward watching the World Series with Charlie when my dad insisted on a little bonding time. The outright refusal to come sneaking over to my house, even when Charlie was on overnights.

The talk. And the three weeks of simple dating.

"Don't kill the cookies; it's not their fault that fathers cock block."

I looked down to see the happy crescent shaped cookies looked more like some twisted version of what Van Gogh would make. In dough form.

"Sorry," I mumbled and went to correct them.

"Not my problem," he retorted, "It's not my children's relatives you're mutilating."

He winked at me and returned to the front counter when he heard the bell for the door.

I followed out a few minutes later to find my dad standing there in his nice flannel shirt and freshly brushed hair.

"What's up Dad?" I asked, checking out the rest of his clothes. He was dressed to go out.

He scratched at his mustache and avoided my stare.

"I was just getting some cookies," he said and I could see him blush.

Charlie was blushing?

"I could have brought cookies home, Dad," I said slowly, curious to his reaction.

"Oh, well. I was going to head down to see Billy tonight," he replied, fidgeting. "Sue is making dinner and I thought I'd bring something. You know."

It was no secret that Charlie had a little thing for Sue Clearwater. He just didn't act on it because he respected his dead best friend, Harry. Sue's husband. Sue on the other hand had been hitting on him forever, according to Jake. This was promising information if he was going down to see Sue.

"So," I said. "You'll be out late?"

I wasn't going to get excited over that. Not that Edward would think to do anything in my house knowing that Charlie would be coming home at some point.

But Charlie was fidgeting more.

"I thought I'd stay with Billy tonight," he said, glancing at me awkwardly. "Fishing early in the morning and all. It would be easier than driving all the way back in the morning."

I nodded, processing.

Night alone.

Night alone…

Night alone.

"Are you all right with me leaving you alone on the weekend?"

I looked up to find him staring at me strangely. Did he know what I was thinking?

"I mean I know you'll be with Edward tonight, but overnight," he said and left his sentence unfinished.

But I knew he was suggesting that Edward not stay the night.

Of course.

Not that Edward would.

"I'll be fine Dad," I said finally. "It's not like you don't leave me alone on overnights."

"Yeah, I know, I just mean I don't want you to worry," he said, apologetic.

The sound of the door opening drew my attention away for a moment as a woman stepped in, looking around for a moment before coming to stand behind Charlie.

Jasper stepped in to finish off Charlie's box of cookies, smiling at the both of us.

"I'm sure Bella will be fine. I put all the special cookies in this box, Chief Swan. You're sure to impress your friends with Bella's cookies," he said and handed my dad a large box.

Charlie nodded and looked over at me again.

"Just call me if you need anything," he said and took a step back towards the door. "For anything. And behave yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I smirked and cocked my eyebrow at him.

"You know what I mean," he said and shook his head as he slipped outside.

But I was still thinking about being alone with Edward.

Alone alone.

"Father's can be so protective."

I looked up to find the lady who had walked in smiling down at me.

"Um, yeah. I guess," I replied, trying to offer her a smile.

Nosey woman.

"They just always seem to know what their daughters need, when really we know they are just trying to keep us from what we really want," she continued in simple conversation.

Jasper excused himself to the back to check on things will I started filling the woman's order, remaining quiet while she rattled on about just visiting and driving through town.

"My friend said you had great pastries here so I wanted to surprise him with some," she said, all smiles.

She was really pretty.

Tall and buxom, with long blondish hair that was pulled up in a twist. Not really blonde but not really a red head either. And blue eyes that tracked me as I moved to fill her box. She seemed comfortable as she stood there, smiling and talking like she had known me for some time.

"We do have good baked goods," I said, trying to be polite.

She seemed nice enough, if not overly casual.

"You're such a pretty girl. And a baker too? Your boyfriend is certainly lucky!"

"That'll be eleven dollars and fifty two cents," I said when I had rung her order up, ignoring her conversation.

She smiled and handed me a twenty, waving me off when I moved to get her change.

"Keep it," she replied and took her box, still staring at me. "Thanks so much, Bella."

Her smile never falters as she smoothly turned to leave. I watched as she walked out, her tall boots clicking on the floor until she stepped outside and into a dark car in the parking lot.

I returned to my work, forgetting the nosey woman and thinking again about what Charlie had said.

Tonight I would be alone.

Now the only question was did I tell Edward immediately or wait until he came over.

Would he freak out and sidetrack if I told him earlier?

Or should I pull out all the stops and seduce him already?

My vote was on seducing.

First, I needed to make it so we didn't have to leave tonight. Dinner in, comfortable surroundings. Sexy underwear.

Second, I needed to make it impossible for him to say no.

Tonight was the night.

That bed was getting broken in.

I was determined to make it happen.

So maybe I acted a little aggressively when Edward finally knocked on the door in the late afternoon.

Who knew I had it in me to drag him inside, his eyes wide but his body fast learning what it was I wanted.

All this slow business can make a girl combust. So sue me.

I pulled him inside and practically tackled him as soon as the door was closed.

"What?" was all Edward could say before my lips were on him.

He reacted to my kiss eagerly, the door becoming a most welcome support against my back as he pressed up against me, mouth on mouth. I may have looked a little crazy, wrapping my legs around him to make him hold me tighter.

Pressing.

Pushing.

Mouth invading.

Pulling away panting.

"Please tell me you father's not here," he groaned, his eyes glanced towards the living room.

"Gone all night," I breathed and tightened my hold on him around his hips.

Pressing.

Panting.

Thinking.

Thinking.

Thinking.

"Stop thinking, Edward," I whispered and pulled his lips to mine, forceful until he was just about to touch them.

And then I barely grazed his lips.

Tender.

The only slow I ever wanted again.

Gentle.

"Bella."

"Upstairs?" I whispered against his lips.

"Upstairs."

Yes!

This was going to happen.

Finally.

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AN: yes yes… cockblock… yadda yadda yadda.

But this is going to take a while… next chapter will be long… long long long.

Until next time!

MWAH!

steph