HOLY CRAP GUYS. You're the best! I got an incredible response to Chapter 4 and my AN, and I thank each and every one of you for your suggestions/reviews. Shout out to everyone that reviews consistantly! There's a lot of you and I don't want to mention names because I know I'll forget someone. Special shout-out to Malu Daidoji for being awesome, and to cheermom13 - it makes me happy that I can make you and your boyfriend blush!
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I definitely promised this chapter for Tuesday or Wednesday, but I avoided all homework just to get it to you quicker! I also was going to split it up and put the date in the next chapter, but I decided you have all been good and deserved it now!
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BPOV
I love my life. Seriously. I just had hot, rough, animalistic sex with the most delicious man in the world. Then he tells me he feels a connection with me and wants to date me. And now he's cuddling with me, laying next to me in my not-so-ridiculous-anymore bed. What the hell did I do to deserve any of this?! Whatever it was, I'm glad I did it. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine to be this lucky.
*Grumble*
My stomach started to growl like crazy. I looked over at my clock and saw it was 3:00 PM. I hadn't eaten anything all day! I still had to go shopping, but I didn't want to leave Edward. I just wanted to lay here all day with him. My stomach grumbled again and Edward began to stir. Maybe I wouldn't have to leave him. He rolled over and stretched, yawning. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled.
"I love waking up next to you," he said.
I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"You know, you could be a murderer. Now how am I supposed to react to that?"
He looked down and played with the edge of the blanket nervously.
"I'm sorry, Bella. You don't have to try and be with me if you're scared. I'll understand."
"No! You totally misunderstood what I said! I was kidding! True, I don't really know you, but I trust you so much. I guess I'm good at judging people."
His face lit up like Christmas morning. "I'm so glad to hear you say that!" he responded and pressed his lips to mine. I weaved my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me. His tongue traced the seam of my lips when my stomach grumbled again.
"Damnit!" I yelled.
"I think we should get you some food. Let's stop at the pizza place on 1st street, then we'll go grocery shopping. That is, if you want to…"
"Definitely," I assured him. We got out of bed and I gathered up my keys and some money. There was something in the back of my head that told me I shouldn't be so lax with him. I really didn't know anything about him. I was a good judge of character, but Alice was better. Then I got an idea…
"Hey, Edward?"
"Yes, Bella?" I loved when he said my name.
"Just give me a second to freshen up and go to the bathroom, okay?"
"Anything." My heart soared.
I ran into my bathroom and quickly dialed Alice.
"Hello?" came Alice's chipper voice from the other end.
"Hey it's me. Listen, could you do me a mega favor? Don't ask too many questions, I don't have a lot of time."
"Sure, Bells, anything."
"There's this guy I'm gonna go on a date with, and I don't really know much about him. I need you to use your people reading skills to see if he's the good guy I think he is."
"You're going on a date?! Oh tell me all about -" I cut her off.
"Alice, I don't have time. Can you be at the Albertsons on Hillcrest in two hours? We're going shopping and I want you to run into us 'accidentally' and I'll introduce you to him. Please, Alice?"
"Anything for you to get some nookie! See you then!" She hung up. Oh, if she only knew the nookie I had been getting…
I stepped out of the bathroom to find Edward waiting for me at the door. He was so breathtaking I could hardly stand it. And he was all mine. For now, at least.
"Ready to go?" he said.
"Lead the way."
We took his silver Volvo to the pizza place. His car was clean and shiny; I liked it a lot, though nothing could compete with my truck. It was my baby. The ride wasn't long enough for us to really get talking, and before I knew it we were getting out of the car and walking into Luigi's Pizzeria. Edward motioned for me to grab us a seat while he ordered four slices for us. The pizza was cooked fairly quickly, and he brought it over to the table and sat across from me.
"Here you go," he said, handing me my two slices.
I bit into the plain cheese pizza, closed my eyes and moaned. It had been way too long since I had eaten something.
"I never thought seeing a woman eat pizza could be so erotic," Edward joked.
I licked my lips and bit down on my bottom lip, looking him straight in the eyes. He groaned at my teasing and I chuckled at his frustration.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Behave, Bella, or I might have to take you right here with everyone watching."
I smiled seductively and winked. "I wouldn't mind an audience," I said.
"Please just eat your pizza. You don't know what you're doing to me."
I decided to let him finish his pizza without a hard-on and behaved like he asked me to. We left Luigi's and got in the car and headed over to Albertsons. I've always love car rides, whether they be five minutes or five hours. It was nice just to look out the window and watch the passing scenery of the city seeing the people of Seattle go about their own lives and own schedules. I was lost in thought when Edward broke the silence.
"Bella?" he asked.
"Yes?" I responded.
"Would you tell me about your family? I'm anxious to hear about you."
It was so sweet that he wanted to start learning about me even before our date. I never liked talking about myself, however, and wanted to ask him everything about his life and his past and his future. But I figured since he asked first I would answer any of his questions. I couldn't deny Adonis anything.
"My mom, Renee, is a total flake, but I love her to death. She loves trying new things, but she doesn't stick with them for very long. She quite possibly has to be the smartest person I know."
Edward looked at me, smiling.
"She sounds like a wonderful person. I hope I have the pleasure of meeting her in the near future."
He's anticipating a future with you…it's what every girl dreams of in her ideal guy!
My heart swooned at his words and the fact that, as a guy, he was looking ahead instead of just looking down my shirt.
"I think you'd like her."
"What about your dad? Are your parents together?"
"No, they divorced when I was about a year old. See, they married each other straight out of high school, and never really got to experience the real world. Plus Renee didn't want to be trapped in the small town we were living, so she left with me and we went to Phoenix."
"Where does your father live now?"
"Still in that small town of Forks, Washington. He's the chief of police there. Renee and I lived in Phoenix until I graduated high school, then I went off to college at Portland State University. Renee moved to Portland about a year after with her new husband, Phil, because of the better 'culture' in Portland. That's Renee for you." I chuckled at my crazy mother. I loved her with all my heart.
Edward found a parking spot right in front of the store and he turned the key in the ignition off. We walked across the parking lot when a man's eyes caught mine. He was a few years older than me and he was looking me up and down. I felt a hand on my lower back and looked to see that it was Edward, pulling me closer to him. He was jealous. I smiled at his reaction to a guy just looking at me. It wasn't angry and I didn't feel it posed a potential problem. It was harmless, normal, guy jealousy.
"Low-life," he muttered, and I kept on smiling.
I went to grab a cart but Edward beat me to it. I tried to take it from him but he insisted on pushing the cart.
"I can't let a beautiful woman push her own cart, now can I?"
I blushed at his sentiment and looked down at the floor. This man has such an effect on me…what an amazing guy. I took my grocery list out of my shorts pocket and looked at the amount of items on it. On any normal day I would have groaned at the amount of time this trip would take me, but today I had Edward Cullen with me. He was gorgeous, incredible in the sack, and he really liked me. He was chivalrous and wonderful and probably a whole lot of other things that I hadn't yet discovered. I was looking forward to every minute of exploring his mind…and body, yet again.
"Let's go over to produce," I said, "and pick up some fruits and veggies."
He gestured in front of him and said, "Lead the way."
I perused through the aisles of produce and picked out a few apples, pears, peaches, carrots, broccoli, and celery.
"I see you like to eat healthy," he said.
"Correction: I like to eat. I guess it's because I'm a cook. I'm surrounded by great food all the time, and I know how to make the best. Plus I always get to experiment with new things."
"That's another thing I've learned about you today. Bella Swan's occupation is a cook."
"Yeah, I work at this Calabrese restaurant, Fetta Di Calabria."
"I've heard of it, but unfortunately I've never been. I guess I'll just have to make it a point to stop by."
We started walking over to the bread aisle, when it hit me. We were supposed to run into Alice.
"Edward? I think I forgot something in produce. Can you look for some wheat bread? I'll be right back."
"Sure," he said, and I ran over to produce.
I took my phone out of my back pocket and dialed Alice's number. I wanted to make sure she was here, and then plan for us to run into each other at a certain aisle so we wouldn't totally screw this up.
"Bella! I'm here in the shampoo aisle! Is he here? Is he with you?" was the answer to my phone call.
"Yes! Calm down, Alice. I'm in produce, he's in the bread aisle. Can you meet us over there in like a minute?"
"On it!" and she hung up.
I raced back over to Edward and saw him looking through the different kinds of bread. He had a puzzled look on his face, like he was studying each and every brand and each and every kind of wheat bread. He was genuinely concerned about picking out the right one.
"There's so many!" he exclaimed.
"Here…this one looks fine," I said, picking out a random loaf.
"Did you find what you needed?" he asked.
"What? Oh…no, I didn't really need anything. I thought I did, but I didn't," I stumbled out.
"OH MY GOD!" was the shrill voice I heard at the end of the aisle. Alice.
"Alice?" I questioned innocently.
"Bella! Fancy seeing you here! I just came by to get a few things…you know how Jasper cleans the fridge right out!"
Jasper was Alice's fiancée. He was working on his PhD in psychology at the moment; he was so good at reading and understanding people, and calming them as well. He was a great person to be around. Alice and Jasper had to be the most sickly sweet couple I had ever met in my life. They were pretty much destined for each other, and it was so downright cute…and sometimes utterly frustrating. I longed for a connection like that. Sure, I felt something with Edward, but I couldn't be sure of anything. It could turn out to be a fluke with the drop of a hat, and I didn't want to get my hopes up.
"Whenever I make lasagna he eats an entire tray by himself!" I said.
"Oh…Bella, who's this?" she feigned.
"This is Edward, my neighbor. He lives right across the hall. Edward Cullen, Alice Brandon," I introduced them.
Edward flashed his most brilliant smile and shook Alice's hand.
"It's very nice to meet a friend of Bella's. Bella still doesn't have anything in her fridge, so we decided to go shopping."
"How thoughtful," Alice stressed.
I flashed her a warning look, and she took it. I could tell by her face that she was analyzing Edward. She didn't need to talk to him much to get a good idea about him, just a few words and observations of body language and she'd be done.
"Well, I must get back, or Jasper's likely to eat the couch. Bella, I'll call you later. It was nice meeting you, Edward."
"And you, Alice," he returned graciously, and Alice walked off.
"She seems nice," Edward said when she was gone.
"Alice is probably my best friend in this world. She's a hyper little pixie, but I love her to death."
"I can tell," he said. "Where to next?"
"Frozen," I stated. We pushed the cart over toward the frozen aisle together, side by side. I picked out some milk, eggs, cheese, etc. You know, the basics. We spent the rest of our shopping trip talking about random things: the weather, the news, that crazy serial killer that had escaped from an Ohio jail. Although they weren't very personal or revealing conversations, it didn't matter. I didn't feel awkward or strained at all. I felt perfectly at home with this stranger. But I wanted to know more about him. He knew about my family and my job, now it was his turn to answer some questions. After we had gathered all my things and gone through the check out line, I asked him about his family as we were walking back to the Volvo.
"My mother, Elizabeth, is an interior decorator in Chicago. She's a wonderful woman."
"And your father?" I asked.
"He's dead," Edward answered solemnly.
"Edward, I'm so sorry," I said, "I should have never said anything."
"No," he said forcefully, "You couldn't have known. It's okay. I want you to know everything about me."
I gave him an assuring smile and wrapped my arms around his right arm, trying to comfort him a bit.
"He had severe pneumonia, and then he caught a virus that was going around at the time. I was 11. I miss him a lot, but I'm alright. He was an amazing man, and he wouldn't want me grieving over him too much."
We finished packing up the car and drove out of the parking lot.
"Do you have any siblings?" I asked hesitantly.
"A sister, Rosalie. She's a few years older than I am. Her and my best friend Emmett are married."
"Wow…did you set them up?"
"No, Rosalie was at a party that Emmett dragged me to. He saw her and was drooling the whole night. And I'm not even exaggerating!" he chuckled. "What about you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope. I'm an only child."
"What was that like?"
"I didn't really mind it. Renee was able to focus her attention on me when I was growing up, and then when I was older I could take care of her."
Before I knew it we were in the parking lot of our building. We brought the bags up using a few boxes we had taken from the store. I didn't want to make more than one trip to bring the groceries up.
Up the elevator to floor 11, then down a bit and to the right, and we were at my place.
"I'll help you put them away," he said, referring to the groceries. I swooned internally as we stepped into the kitchen and placed the boxes on the table. I smiled at the events that had occurred there earlier and got to work on the groceries. There was a comfortable silence as we put them away, and I started to think about our date. Were we supposed to come up with a place together? Did he already know where he wanted to take me? I decided to actually ask him instead of driving myself crazy.
"Do you," I asked awkwardly, "have any idea of where to go for our date?"
"I do, little Bella," he said.
"Can I know where it is? Or are you going to kidnap me and make me your sex slave until the cops come?"
"Hmmm," he pondered as he walked close to me, snaking his arm around my waist, "That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all…"
The effect he had on me was too much. I breathed out a sigh and closed my eyes to envelope myself in his scent. Then he was gone. I opened my eyes and found him putting the apples away in my fridge.
"Tease," I muttered. He laughed heartily then spoke.
"I was thinking we could order some food from Bella Italia," he started, "and eat it at this little meadow I go to sometimes. What do you think?"
It sounded so beautifully romantic and not at all cheesy, like you would expect. I didn't have the heart to tell him Bella Italia was Fetta Di Calabria's rival, but why the hell did it matter? It's not like I was taking a job from them. Besides, Bella Italia had some great food…
"I like that idea," I said.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at six." The groceries were all put away and I was saddened. He was leaving. He kissed my cheek softly and looked into my eyes.
"See you tomorrow, Isabella." He walked out my door and into his apartment. I loved it when he said my whole first name.
My stomach growled again. I didn't really feel like cooking a big dinner so I made myself a peanut butter sandwich and flopped down on the couch. I ate it in silence, thinking about what had happened today. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I thought about the date that would be taking place in less than 24 hours. I started to get nervous thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. He would turn out to be a total weirdo, I would spill something all over myself, I would spit food in his face by accident…I shuddered at the thought. I hadn't been on a date so long, so how was I supposed to act? Just be yourself. It was easier said than done. What if he didn't like who I really was? He's been hanging around you quite a bit and he seems to like you. Don't stress. I wasn't completely convinced, but I decided to hone in on this one aspect in order to calm down and get some sort of sleep. I would need it for tomorrow night.
***
I was awoken by sharp raps at my door. I sat up abruptly and the plate from dinner fell on the floor. I rubbed my face and walked over to answer the door. The microwave read 11:34 AM. I am such a bum. Good thing I don't have work today, or else I'd be totally screwed…
I opened the door and there stood an unfamiliar old woman with graying hair and a cat under her arm.
"I'm Sue," she stated bluntly.
"Nice to meet you," I lied, "I'm Bella Swan."
"Yeah I heard we had a new tenant. I've been away visiting my dying mother so I didn't get to introduce myself when you first got here."
"Oh," I said lamely. What else was I supposed to say to that?
"I want to lay down the law, here. There is no drinking, drugs, smoking, partying, sexing of any kind, do you understand? I won't hesitate to break up any whoopee sessions."
"I completely understand. You shouldn't have any problems with me," I said, thoroughly hoping she wouldn't, yet at the same time hoping she would, since that would mean more 'whoopee' sessions with Edward.
"Yeah we'll see," and she left for her apartment.
I closed the door. What a weirdo.
Just then my cell rang. It was Alice, of course. Who the hell else calls me…ever?
"Bella! Oh my god I love Edward sooooo much! Can I date him? Do you think Jasper would mind?"
"Slow down! Geez, you put the energizer bunny to shame."
"I'm just so excited!"
"Tell me what you thought of him."
There was a pause. "He's extremely charismatic, but genuinely so. He's not trying to manipulate or cover anything up. I can tell he's intelligent, and very wise. Very chivalrous. He's going to protect you no matter what. Oh, and his body! Have you seen his body? I can tell he's got some killer abs. And those shoulders! He's a great catch, Bells. I'm very jealous."
"I'm so glad! I would just die if I had to go on a date with a creeper."
"Speaking of the date…when is it? Where are you going?"
"It's tonight. He's picking me up at six. And he's ordering food from Bella Italia and then taking me to a meadow to eat."
"OH MY GOD! That is soooooo romantic! Bella, I'm almost crying! I'm so happy for you! You think you're gonna get some tonight? I hope you do! You need it!"
I wondered about that too. We already slept together twice. I never put out on the first date, but would this be any different? Did he normally have sex on the first date? Did he expect us to? Or would this be an innocent first date because of our history?
"There's something I should tell you," I said. "I…already slept with him. Twice."
"WHAAAAAATTTT?!?!??!? Isabella Marie Swan how could you have left this huge detail out?!?!?!"
"I didn't want to say anything because of this reaction!""Why…when…how…where…gah!?!?"
"Moving day. He helped me out and we had coffee. Then he kissed me and I basically jumped him. The next day he was gone because he had to help a friend in Chicago, and when he came back yesterday morning we just…did it again." My explanation was lame, but I didn't want to explain the gory details and the very personal feelings.
"Bella, who are you? That's definitely not you. He must be amazing."
"He is…" I trailed off.
"I'm coming over there, Bella. I need to prepare you for your date. God knows you'll pick out some ridiculously casual outfit."
"Alice, I don't need -"
"Hush, Isabella. You need me. I'll be over there at two. See you later!"
I hung up the phone and shrugged. There was no way I was going to be able to fight the pixie, so I made the decision not to make a big deal about it. I made myself an egg and some toast for breakfast and ate while I watched the news. The serial killer was supposedly last seen in Indiana. I shivered at the thought of him ever coming here.
There was literally nothing for me to do. I paced the room, running my hands through my hair out of restlessness. I settled on taking a shower to get myself nice and clean and to pass some time.
The hot water was comforting and I was glad for it. It put me a little at ease while still maintaining the excitement and nervousness of a first date.
I stepped out of the shower and brushed my teeth thoroughly when I heard a knock at the door. That'll be Alice.
I answered the door and it was.
"Bella! Good, I was going to tell you to shower but you already did. Good girl!" She pushed past me with several bags, boxes, hangers, etc. She had a whole beauty salon with her, I swear.
"I brought some clothes and makeup over. I am so excited for this!"
I looked through the bag that said "Victoria's Secret."
"What is this?""Lingerie, silly. You've already gotten past the sex, so you need to be prepared to do it again!"
"I dunno if we will, Alice." She threw me a look. "But I'll put them on just in case." There was no point in arguing.
I went into my room and slipped into the simple black thong and bra set. At least she didn't go overboard. She's probably building up to some crazy lace dominatrix outfit…great.
She burst into my room with several hangers on her arms.
"Perfect! Now, try this on…"
"That's a mini skirt! We're going to a meadow, Alice, not a club!""Fine, fine. How about this one?"
She showed me a dark blue sundress that was perfect for this weather. It had thick tank straps and cut straight across, right above my breasts for a tiny bit of cleavage. It tied at the waist, accentuating my curves, and fell right above my knees. It was perfect.
"Finally you're being reasonable!" I exclaimed as I took it from her and put it on.
"Perfection! Now, put these shoes on…"
I expected crazy heels, but she must have gotten my message about the meadow, because she handed me these espadrilles that tied two inches up my calf, and the wedge was only about two inches as well. Alice knew her stuff.
"Let's go get your hair done!"
We moved in front of my vanity mirror where she had set up several hair products. She tugged and brushed and pulled at my hair for what seemed like an hour, until she finally settled on loose curls. They fell softly at the front of my breasts, and I knew it would drive Edward wild. I felt the butterflies floating around again in my stomach and I got more excited.
She moved to my face to put my makeup on. When she was done, I looked like me, but different. Like Bella 2.0. I had very light, natural blush on with a natural lip gloss. She created a smokey effect on my eyes and did wonders for my eyelashes with mascara.
She dusted herself off, obviously pleased.
"I'm awesome," she said.
"I can't disagree with you," I said, "You made me look hot."
"You were already hot, Bella. You just don't know how to play that up. Luckily you have me for a friend. Imagine if it was only Angela? She would have told you to wear jeans! What a silly girl!"
Angela was our mutual friend. She was an artist and such a wonderful person. Angela, like me, was very casual and not very good with men. Alice always joked that we were separated at birth. It was always very relaxing being around Angela and I enjoyed her company. She was in Portland for a few months promoting some of her latest works. I would have to tell her about this when she got back.
"Okay, Bella. It's 5:43. I'm gonna go so I don't intrude, but good luck! I know you'll have a great time. Here, take this small bag. You can't put your cell and lip gloss and gum or whatever in it. I love you! Call me later! Unless you're too busy doing the dirty!" She laughed and made her way out after a big ol' hug from me.
17 minutes to go. I started pacing again, almost dying of anxiety. I turned the news on for a few minutes, but the serial killer's face made me sick, so I turned it off.
12 minutes to go. Again I was pacing. I was going to go insane! I decided to walk up and down the hall once, just to get it out of my system. What I saw caught me off guard. It was Edward, pacing back and forth in front of our doors, just as I had been doing in my room.
"Edward?" I asked.
He looked at me and stared. His eyes traveled from my eyes, down over my breasts and down to my feet, then back up again.
"You look stunning," he said, almost speechless.
"Thanks," I said, looking down at the ground. I looked back up and saw what he was wearing. He had on a light blue button up shirt with the top two buttons open, exposing his delicious, pale chest. He had on a pair of dark jeans and dusty, worn boots. He looked absolutely mouth-watering.
"What are you doing out here? You said six, right?" I asked.
"I was…going stir crazy. I've been sort of….counting down the hours, minutes, seconds."
"Me too! Edward don't even worry about it, that's why I came out here. I couldn't stand being trapped in my apartment."
His eyes lit up and he smiled crookedly.
"I ordered us both mushroom ravioli. Is that alright?"
"It's my favorite," I said truthfully.
He held his arm out for me. "Shall we?"
I took his arm and we walked down to the Volvo. He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman, and we made our way to Bella Italia. He was in and out quickly and he brought our food out. It smelled delicious.
"The meadow is only a few minutes from here," Edward told me.
I nodded and got excited as we approached our destination. We pulled over at a dead end street where the asphalt met a grassy area.
"It's just beyond the trees," he said as he opened the door for me.
He got a basket out of his trunk and led the way to the meadow. We walked through the forest for a couple minutes until we arrived at the clearing. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. There were flowers in full bloom everywhere and a waterfall across the way. It was so green and full of life.
"It's beautiful," I said, and Edward set a blanket down for us to sit. He opened the basket again and brought out plates, utensils, glasses, and some wine. He dished out our dinner and it was still steaming hot and smelled so good. He poured us both some wine and raised his glass to make a toast.
"To a backwards first date!"
"Cheers to that!" I responded as we clinked glasses and drank.
I started to eat and it felt so good as the hot ravioli ran down my throat.
"This is so good. No wonder Bella Italia is our rival."
"It is?"
"Yes, we're constantly trying to steal their customers. This ravioli is delicious!"
"Not as delicious as you right now," he said, making me blush.
"I'd like to know more about you, Edward Cullen. First off, how old are you?"
"26. And you, Isabella?"
"I'm 25. What is it that you do for a living?"
"I work at the Worktank advertising agency. I do some web designing, advertising, all that kind of stuff. Not very interesting, but I like it. I also write a little bit on the side."
"Writing the great American novel?" I joked.
"Not quite. Just some fiction that pops in my head. Hopefully I'll get published one day. But for right now it's just a hobby."
"I'd love to read some of your work sometime.""Maybe," he said. "If you'd like to stick around."
"We'll see," I played. "Where did you go to college?"
"The University of Illinois."
"Nice school. Did you like it there?"
"Yeah, me and Tyler had a great time. I didn't party much, though. It's not really my style."
"Is Tyler your friend that you helped out the other day?"
"Yeah, that's him. We've been buds since the beginning of time, basically. What about your friends? I've already met Alice, who is delightful, by the way."
"Alice and I are friends with Angela, an artist. She's in Portland right now. She's more like me. Laid back, casual, not the energizer bunny," I laughed.
I finished the last of my mushroom ravioli and glass of wine. He was finished as well and we talked some more about our pasts. What we did in high school, anecdotes from our childhood and teen years. It flowed so freely and it felt so right. I felt comfortable around him, and I finally knew him. Really knew about him. I truly hoped there was another date in the future.
I scooted closer to Edward and put my head on his shoulder as he started to hum. It was a peaceful moment. He brought his hand up to traces circles across my hand and forearm. His touch sent a spark through my veins and I looked up into his green eyes. I bit my lip and my eyes danced from his mouth to the brilliantly dazzling orbs staring at me. I leaned it and pressed my lips softly against his. He moved his lips with mine in a familiarly wonderful motion and I sucked on his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to trace the seam of my lips and a opened for him willingly. I plunged my tongue into his mouth forcefully and swirled his tongue with mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me close to him before laying me down on my back.
He was pressed up against me as I massaged my hands up and down his chest. He pulled me closer and I could feel his constricted arousal through his pants. It made me happy that I had such an effect on him. My hand found its way to his erection and I grabbed him through his pants and he hissed.
"Bella," he moaned, "I want to take things a bit slow. You know, like normal people?" he chuckled.
I immediately felt like a horny idiot. I sat up abruptly and blushed.
"I'm sorry. I was a moron."
"No you're not! I want you so bad. You're tempting me with that dress of yours, and you know it's my favorite color. Your breasts look so sexy in it…I just want to take you right here and hear your moans echo throughout the forest. But I'm trying to do things right. Don't feel badly. I know I'm going to regret this later but I think it's best."
"Are you sure it's just not me?""Not at all, Isabella. You are so enchanting."
I smiled. "I'm glad. This is a really beautiful place. I'm glad you took me here."
He looked at his watch. It was late and I took it as a signal that we had to leave.
"We must leave, Bella. It's 10:30 and I feel rather nervous being out here in the woods with you alone."
"Afraid you'll make me your sex slave?"
"That is one thing," he joked, "But I'm getting nervous about that serial killer. Let's go home."
"Okay," I said, and we wrapped up our picnic items and walked out of the meadow to his car. He opened and closed the door for me again, and we drove off in the moonlight.
"You know what's been puzzling me?" he asked.
"What?"
"Why Sue never barged in on us. We were pretty loud. Especially you."
"Well I can't help if I go crazy when you touch me," I said. "I got a visit from her today. She told me she's been away visiting her dying mother. She told me the rules and told me the same thing she told you about the whoopee."
"I guess we'll have to keep it quiet next time," he said. My heart leapt at the prospect of a next time.
Too soon he pulled into the parking lot and walked me up to my apartment. With my back against the door I looked at him. I knew he wasn't coming in because of what he said earlier, but I hoped. He must have read my thoughts because he chuckled and said, "Not tonight, Isabella. This is an innocent first date, remember?" He laughed again and took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it. My butterflies returned and he watched me as I stepped inside.
"Until tomorrow," he said, "adieu." I shut the door with a sigh.
I really really hope you all liked this chapter! It was a killer to get out, but it's out. As always review! They are so encouraging and I honestly would probably poop out on this story if I didn't have amazing readers like you all. Reviews are sexier than Edward's shoulders, and they also keep the serial killer away from Seattle.
To mashimaro401 - I realized that Sue WOULD have basically murdered them for their whoopee noises, and hope that her little appearance/explanation cleared it up. Thanks for bringing it to my attention!