While trying to focus on paying the bills, my mind keeps slipping to the idea I have for our upcoming fantasy date. I wonder if she will go for it, I wonder if I can even follow through with it. The idea is certainly pushing us to our limits. In order for us to pull off this fantasy, Bella will need to know the details. There is no way I can spring this on her without discussing it beforehand.

Part of me thinks bringing it up is a moot point. Why would Bella choose to go through with this idea? I guess the answer is slightly obvious. We are carrying out fantasies we both think about or think would be exciting.

This idea certainly is exciting, depending on the person experiencing the date.

Glancing at the stack of bills I have yet to pay, I groan. Unfortunately, Bella chose that moment to walk into our home office to check on me.

"Edward, are you OK?" She looks concerned.

"Yeah, why?" I try to play dumb. She's very astute, so it is pointless.

"Well, you groaned. And the reason could either be due to us not having enough money to pay our bills, which I hope is unlikely, or because I entered the room." She crosses her arms.

Uh oh.

"Come here, baby." I reach out for her to take my hand. Reluctantly, she obliges. I pull her towards me. She sits on my lap. "It is neither of those reasons."

"No? Then what's wrong?" She caresses my cheek.

"I don't know." I groan again as I avoid telling her. It seems to be my best tactic. Because really? How do I bring this up to her?

We sit in silence. Neither of us succumbing to the questions in our minds.

"Edward?" She asks in such a way that makes me think she knows exactly what I am thinking. Part of me hopes she does. "Does this have anything to do with our fantasy dates?"

My head falls.

"Because, if you don't want to do it any more, it's OK." Her words are fast yet sincere.

"It's not that." No, it is certainly not that. "I have enjoyed the last few dates we've had." But then I start to think about how she phrased the question. "Bella, are you done with the dates?"

"No, not at all. I feel like we have reconnected in a weird and possibly sick sort of way." She grinned letting me know she was teasing. "But if it is the dates that are troubling you, I don't want us to go down a path that takes us to the place we just came from. I feel like I just got us back. Do you know what I mean?"

"Completely. And it isn't the weekly dates that's giving me the problem. It's just that..." I look at my pen. I look at the stack of bills. I look at the wall and noticed a nail hole that needs to be filled in and repainted. I avoid.

She startles me with her question. "This has nothing to do with the dates per se, but does have to do with a fantasy you have?"

My eyes snap to hers. She smirks leading me to assume she knows how my mind works.

"Alright Edward. I guess I'm playing twenty questions with you. I'd ask if it's bigger than a breadbox, but I don't think that will lead us to your ultimate fantasy. So..." She ponders for a moment. I can see the wheels spinning because she starts messing with her hair twirling it around her finger. "I'm not naive. Most men have a fantasy that surrounds girl on girl, or possibly a threesome. Is that what this is about?"

I desperately try not to locate that nail hole again, but my eyes deceive me. How do I be honest about this. I guess I should just speak the truth. This is so hard.

Gaining the courage, I look directly in her eyes. Almost pleading for her to understand the male species. "Bella…"

"Edward, you don't have to make excuses. You are male. You like boobs. I get it. And while I am not going to have a full on threesome, I am open to the idea of giving you the illusion of one."

My mouth crashes into hers. She gets me. She knows me inside and out. And she is willing to help me experience the shell of most every male fantasy. Now, how do I make this work?

Sentence teaser for next chapter:
"Fuck Tanya."

A/N: Uhm, yeah, so, next chapter will be up soon.