By Wednesday afternoon, I had not come up with any idea for our fantasy date. It's not like I haven't thought about it. I have. Ultimately, I want to please Bella. I want her to enjoy the moments leading up to sex. I want it to be all about her. So over the past few days, I've probed her for ideas.

On Sunday, while we changed the sheets on our bed, I asked her for thoughts on what she would like us to do for our date on Friday. Her response, "Edward, I came up with the first date. It's your turn." Then, she threw a pillow at me followed by a pillow case.

On Monday, I approached her when she brushed her teeth. I asked her to give me some ideas on what she wants for our date. After spitting and rinsing, she placed her toothbrush on the counter. Turning to face me she said, "What do I want to do on our date? Uhm, well. I want to do whatever you want." Then she walked away from me and climbed into bed.

I tried a different tactic on Tuesday. After dinner she relaxed on the couch reading her favorite book. Lifting up her feet, I sat down on the couch and placed them back on my lap. As I rubbed the balls of her feet, I asked, "If there is one thing you want me to do on Friday night, what would it be?"

"Nuh uh, Edward. Last week was my idea. My date. Friday night is going to be your idea. It will be all about you and your sexual fantasy."

Her message loud and clear: End. Of. Discussion.

Crap!

She wants it to be all about me and the vision of my sexual fantasy. But there is no way we are having a threesome. Sure, what male wouldn't want to be banging a girl while fingering another? Or, lying on a bed with one girl blowing me while having anothers' pussy in my face.

Nope. Not going to happen... I'm a married man devoted to one woman... my Bella! That fantasy will NOT come to fruition. Ever.

But, that's not to say she can't be a teacher and me her student. Or her the boss and I the employee. The ideas are flowing, now. I could be the aggressive cop and she could play the handcuffed bad girl or vice versa. Bella and handcuffs, now there's an idea.

Or what about the French Maid with her barely there apron, and that sexy choker around her neck? Maybe we could do a little dominant and submissive role-play. Although, I think we need to talk through that idea before we even approach BDSM. We would need to know safe words, and possibly even purchase some props. Yeah, that one will have to wait. But I won't completely rule it out.

On my way home from work, I decide to call Jasper. I don't want him to know the details of our Friday nights, but am looking for additional ideas. Or, maybe I am looking for encouragement about my fantasy. Either way, I've already hit the send button so there is no telling what's about to come out of my mouth when talking to him.

"Edward, my man, was' up?" Jasper answers.

"Nothing, really." I can tell my voice isn't as confident as I would like. It gives me away.

"Sounds like you've got a problem."

"Uhm, actually, I do."

"Well, by all means, let's cut right to the chase. How can I help you?" He's always a friend there to help the needy. And I am definitely needy.

"Well, I want to create a memorable and romantic date for Bella. Any ideas?"

"Ahh, so is this a special occasion? Or a just-because kind of moment?"

"No. A just-because kind of moment."

"Well, you could take her to the arcade."

"Jas! That's the best you can come up with? The arcade? This isn't the 80's and we aren't in our teens."

"I know... how about the movies?" Is he serious? I would hate to see him on a date.

"Again, that's something a 17-year old would do with a 15-year old."

"Yeah, I guess I'm not the guy to ask." Clearly.

"You think?" He really is stating the obvious. But if he has nothing, then I am left back at square one.

"I'm sorry, man. Alice and I... Well, things are good, so I just can't think of anything."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Things are good with Bella and me, too. But, I want us to be more than that. I want us to be great. And if creating and acting out our fantasies is the way to go, then so-be-it.

As I hung up the phone with my best friend, an idea begins to form. Could I possibly go through with it? And if so, can Bella figure out the date without me telling her?

There's only one way to find out. That's the moment when I realize Friday couldn't get here fast enough. My fantasy will finally come to fruition. And I won't be afraid to ask for a little tender loving care.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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