Thank you to Midnight Cougar and MrsRachaelM for their careful eye and suggestions to make this a better story. Love you both!

And just a reminder, Twilight isn't mine but these Cupcake lovers are.


The First Date

Standing outside the stone wall that surrounds Bella's home, I nervously bounce up and down on the balls of my feet. My hands have been fiddling around with my dress shirt for hours, just to keep them out of my hair.

I don't know why the hell I am so nervous about this date. Heck, if the way we started off is any indication, this is going to go fine. Actually, more than fine. But I'm still worried. Bella means a lot to me already and I haven't done this kind of thing in a very long time.

My dating pattern, if that's what you want to call it, has been cut and dry for the past few years. I usually pick up my date in my Aston Martin Vantage S Roadster. Hey, it's Los Angeles. You've got to have a convertible.

Anyway, I pick up my date at their place, drive them to some prestigious restaurant, wining and dining them the whole time. Throw in a lot of shameless flirting, some intense kissing and if that gets too much, I get my release from them without getting my dick wet. Well, other than with their pretty little mouths.

Don't get me wrong. I give the women what they want. Except for any commitments or taking them to bed. I have to guard my heart somehow.

Which leads me back to Bella. I have to go back to the basics of dating and I hope I do it justice. I feel kind of silly, but I have a feeling that wining and dining Bella would not be enough, nor would it be her perfect date. So I'm hoping that keeping it more low key and giving us time to get to know each other better will be the perfect solution.

And there go the drums doing a conga line in my stomach again, great.

I really want to let Bella into my life and find out if this insane immediate attraction is the real deal. It's been so long I wouldn't really know. But I have a brick wall around my heart, much like the one I am standing in front right now.

The wall around Bella's house is strong and unyielding, but comforting and welcoming at the same time. I can feel my own walls starting to crumble. And it scares the shit out of me.

Taking the last calming breath, I grab hold of the latch that opens the wooden door to Bella's courtyard and walk inside.

The inner courtyard is minute and with four, large steps I am standing in front of this small, quaint cottage that Bella calls her home. It's a stark contrast from my own but seems to fit Bella perfectly.

Before knocking on the door, I adjust my clothes one more time. I tug on the collar of my white V-neck tee, straighten my grey button down shirt and brush some lint off my black linen pants. I push up my rolled-up sleeves, take off my sunglasses and knock.

"Just a minute," I hear her muffled voice call back from inside. I can do this, I tell myself repeatedly. Everything will be perfect tonight. Why wouldn't it be?

And before my brain can make any more idle chatter, the lock on the door sounds and I am greeted with a vision of loveliness.

Bella is standing before me in the tightest pair of jeans I've ever seen, a black and light purple lace tank top hugging all the right places and her hair rests with waves of soft curls around her face.

"Hi," she says shyly, noticing that I'm not saying anything. Just standing there like a moron entranced.

Her voice breaks me from the spell, and I finally greet her, "Hi. You look great." Yeah, I did mention that I'm an idiot, right? Smooth, Cullen, real smooth.

"Um, thanks," Bella replies as that blush creeps into her cheeks. "Do you want to come in for a minute while I grab a couple things?"

Bella gestures inside and I nod my acceptance as I take a step in, ducking my head through the small door frame.

"Do you want something to drink before we go?" Bella asks me as she leads me into her small living room. It is furnished with a comfy couch, a TV on a small stand, some knick knacks and an old fashioned fireplace.

"No thanks, I'm okay," I tell her as I take a seat on her couch. Looking around I see a few pictures of what appears to be Bella and her father. One that must be her gran, they have the same eyes, and a few of some childhood friends. The other adornments are homey but sparse.

One thing I do notice though is that this place is a lot bigger than I first thought. Bella's house is set in the Hollywood hills, and therefore allows her home more space below. The set of stairs that Bella rushed down leads to what I can only assume is her bedroom.

I stand up and walk over to the small window seeing that Bella has an amazing view. Her backyard isn't much, but she does have a Jacuzzi which I'm sure I could put to good use.

Before the thoughts in my head can run any more rampant, I hear Bella return. "I'm all set," she calls out softly. "Ready?"

I turn and greet her with a proper smile this time, and seeing her smile in return makes all the nervousness from before disappear.

Quickly I stride over to her, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her somewhat chastely. Well, at least chastely for us.

"I'm ready now." I grin at her and kiss her on the forehead. "I missed you yesterday."

"I missed you, too. Where are we headed tonight? You said to dress casual."

"Ah, well, you will just have to wait and see." And with that I grab her hand and head toward the door, the grin still plastered to my face.

See? I knew it was going to be okay. Well, kind of.

"Oh my gosh!" Bella gasps beside me when we reach the street, and I turn to see her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide. "Is that your car?"

"Um, yeah. It's one of my weaknesses. I have a thing for fast cars," I confess to her, my toes scuffing the gravel under them, my eyes downcast. "I hope you don't mind."

Suddenly I remember what a pompous ass I've become these past few years and I feel incredibly stupid. I should have taken the Volvo C70. It's not nearly so flashy.

"Mind? It's very James Bond of you; I love it. And super sexy I might add." Now it's Bella's turn to look toward the ground.

It amazes me how she can be confident and full of seduction one minute, and then shy and sweet the next. It's these qualities that make me want to know every little thing about her.

I stare at her in awe and she finally looks up at me, no doubt confused by my silence. The lust that I am sure is emanating from my eyes is her only clue to how sexy I find that statement.

Her lips curve upward a tiny bit as I stare at her hungrily and take her lips in mine. She whimpers at the contact and it's all I can do not to take her right now on the hood of my car.

I remind myself that first of all, we are outside and it's still a bit light out. And secondly, that we are taking things slow tonight and getting to know each other.

I pull away slowly and smirk at her. "Guess we should get started with this date, huh?"

And with that I open the car door for her and watch her slide in. Glad that it gives me a few seconds to rein in my quickly hardening dick.

As my hands grip the wheel and drive us to our destination, the conversation is light and comfortable.

"So how's the cupcake business been this weekend?" I ask, having no idea what I'm really getting myself into.

"Well," Bella sighs, but you can see the excitement in her eyes. "The weekends are always the busiest. And this one had an anniversary order that had to be filled for tonight."

"Cupcakes for an anniversary?" I enquire, a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, Edward," Bella answers a tad impatiently, like she's had to have this conversation many times. "People are having cupcakes more and more in place of cakes. Mainly because they can be pretty much custom made, and it's really more of the correct portion size that people eat anyway."

"I can see that. So, what were they like?" And for some reason, being Bella's passion for her work, I'm genuinely interested.

Bella turns her body toward mine in the car, as best she can and becomes even more animated.

"It is the couple's fiftieth wedding anniversary and all they asked was for it to be gold. Because that's the golden anniversary, you know?"

I nod my head in agreement and for her to continue.

"So, Lauren and I had this great idea to make them Champagne cupcakes with Champagne frosting. And we added an edible, gold chocolate fondant in the shape of the number fifty. And then on the other cupcakes, I hand painted a small floral design on each one."

Bella stops short, most likely realizing she is rambling on about cupcakes to a guy she just met. Lucky for her, I have sweet memories of cupcakes. And her.

Besides the fact, she is even more beautiful when her face lights up while she talks about work. Yeah, I think that is the cheesiest thing I have ever thought. Best keep that under wraps.

"I'm sure they appreciated all of your hard work and thoughtfulness. And Champagne was a nice touch," I tell her, thinking I've got this real date thing down now.

"Thanks, but I don't want to bore you with my work." Bella's face has nervousness written all over it and I take one hand off the wheel and squeeze her hand.

"Your work doesn't sound boring, it sounds like I need to try some more samples," I say reassuringly. "Especially since the last time was so memorable."

I wink at her and her cheeks flood pink. "That was a onetime encounter, Mister Pouty Lips," she retorts with her sass. "Don't think you'll get special treatment every time you come in."

"As long as you're not giving out samples like that to everyone, Cupcake Girl," I tease her right back.

"Only to a select few," Bella replies just as saucily, but the grin she is trying to keep off her face gives her away.

"Well, here we are." I pull into a parking spot and wait for Bella's reaction at my choice of date location.

Looking around at the building in front of us, Bella giggles. "Miniature Golf?" she asks incredulously. "I haven't been to one of these since I was a kid."

"Is this okay?" I'm somewhat unsure all of a sudden, my limited dating experience flashing neon signs of doubt. "We can go somewhere else."

"Oh no, Edward. This will be fun! Thank you for thinking of this!" And the smile on her face takes away all my worries.

After we get ourselves a few slices of pizza and some drinks, we settle into a booth in the corner. Bella has been working all day and I figured she'd need some sustenance before our round of mini golf.

Bella giggles loudly as I pick up my huge slice of pizza, covered in every meat imaginable, and fold it in half lengthwise to fit it into my mouth.

"What?" I ask her with a mouth full of pizza and a cocked eyebrow. I quickly swallow as much as I can and take a swig of soda. "Haven't you seen anybody eat pizza before?"

Her eyes are alight with amusement as she tries to regain some composure. "Yes, yes I have. Most people take bites, not shove the whole thing in their mouths at once, though!"

No longer able to contain the laughter dying to escape her gorgeous mouth, as I give her a playful, shocked expression, Bella's shoulders shake and she holds her stomach, tears streaming down her face.

I shake my head at her, but can't help the grin that spreads over my own face. This girl is too cute.

Finally reining it back in, Bella picks up her slice of supreme pizza and places it daintily near her mouth. "Now this is how it's done, Mister Pouty Lips."

And with that, she takes a nice bite of pizza and chews it slowly. My own slice is left dangling in mid air as I watch her plump lips when she takes a lick of them a moment later.

After a time of just enjoying each other's company and our food, along with some light banter, Bella turns and looks at me.

"So, Alice is your sister, huh?" I nod my head in reply, surprised to recall that we never did talk about our mutual connection. "Well, you know how I met her, but I'm surprised I never met you before."

"Yeah well, I'm pretty much a workaholic. So on my down time Alice comes and hangs out at my place. I do try and support Alice as much as possible though; I'm amazed I didn't see you at her Spring Line premiere. I think I remember cupcakes being there."

Bella just shakes her head at me, bemused. "Yes, there were cupcakes there. But I usually deliver them early, get everything set up and then disappear into the sunset."

"Can you take me with you next time?" I practically beg. "Those things are as boring as hell to me."

"Oh, I'm sure the pretty models there help pass the time," Bella says with a wink. If only she knew how true that statement was. But I'm not going to get into that right now.

I roll my eyes at her and wipe some of the pizza grease off her chin as I say, "Well, I'm pretty sure models wouldn't be too pleased with greasy pizza for dinner. And I love me some pizza."

Bella stifles a snort in between trying to take control of her lust filled eyes from my small gesture. She ghosts her fingers over the exact spot on her face, and I think about how I was affected by some frosting the other day.

"Ready to get some golfing in?" I ask her, needing to get my mind off our previous encounters and models from my past. "And considering it's been so long since you've golfed, I can show you some of my tried and true moves."

I wink at her and grab her hand, practically dragging her to get our clubs and balls while she giggles after me.

We decide on a medium course in the back of the lot, given the fact that Bella has the handicap here and also it seems to be more deserted than the other courses.

"All right, Mister Pouty Lips, let me see how it's done," Bella calls out, her hand waving me to the direction of the course and a grin gracing her beautiful face.

"Well Cupcake Girl, first you put your ball right here and line it up toward the windmill," I instruct, wiggling my ass a little as I bend down. Bella giggles at me from her perch on the bench next to the course.

"And then, with one good swing…" I look at the ball, concentrating on what I'm doing and where I want the ball to go and then swing. "You've got your ball on the pathway to a hole in one."

After watching my ball head right into the mouth of the windmill, I turn to the sound of Bella's clapping. I nod my head in thanks and give her the floor for her first shot.

"So, let me see if I get this right," Bella says with a smirk. "I place my ball here and then swing." She reaches down, gives her tight jeaned ass a shimmy and comes up ready to swing.

My mouth may have dropped open a bit. But it quickly turns into a small laugh as Bella's ball barely makes it toward the windmill.

"Try to hit it a little harder this time, babe," I coach, retrieving the ball and putting it back on the carpet.

Bella stands with more determination this time and sails the ball all the way down the path and into one of the side ramps.

She does a little fist pump of congratulations, and I sweep her into my arms for a hug. "Nice work," I quietly tell her and give her a kiss on the forehead.

We make our way to our golf balls and continue along down the course. Bella becomes increasingly more confident as we go, but she still lacks a little in the end result. Several times we both end up looking in the bushes for Bella's yellow ball.

On one such occasion, I notice we are a bit out of range of the course and take her in for a passionate kiss. Our hands roam over our clothes, mine revel in the warmth of the skin on her bare arms as I graze my fingers up and down them.

The nearby giggling brings us back to the present, and I nod as a family of four takes over our course. The parents call out their apologies as the young girls continue to snigger and are guided back on their way.

Bella hides her head in my chest, and we both burst out in laughter. "Guess we better get back on the path," she says, amused.

Our next course is a water one and I can just see where this is headed. Me, lying on the ground with my arm stuck in some mucky water. Great.

"Bella, let's see if you can keep this one on the course this time," I call out to her, surveying the land, or water, as the case may be.

"Maybe you should give me a private lesson then, Mister Pouty Lips," she murmurs seductively as she sidles alongside of me, her arm wrapping around my waist and her fingers tease my belt loops.

I give her hip a squeeze and as she jumps in surprise, I smack her ass and say, "Right this way, Cupcake Girl. It will be my pleasure."

"The first thing we need to work on is your stance." I take Bella's body and turn her toward the ball. I position myself behind her and wrap my arms around her body, resting my hands on top of hers.

Bella takes an intake of breath, and I move a little closer. I move her feet apart a bit with my own, widening her stance. She leans her body back and her ass is situated right over my dick. It's my turn to suck in a breath.

"Is this the proper stance?" Bella questions saucily and starts to wiggle her ass on my now growing erection.

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is. But if you don't cut that out we will never finish this course," I almost growl into her ear as I grind my hard on against her ass cheeks. If this place wasn't so family friendly I could take her right here. Right now. Going slow be damned. "And the private lessons will have to come to an end."

"I guess there's no need to pretend anymore, then." I can hear the smile in her voice more than I can see it. "Give me some room, please, Edward."

I back away confused as to what in the hell she is talking about and watch as she changes her stature immediately. Bella's back is straight, her eye on the ball. She takes a few practice swings and then hits the ball.

I stand there like an idiot gaping at her as the ball sails through the air and lands on the other side. Clearing the water completely.

"Close your mouth, Edward. It's not polite to stare." Bella turns and starts to walk the pathway to the hole, leaving me jogging to catch up after I hit my ball.

"But, how did you…" I can't even get out a complete sentence, my mind is in awe.

"I never said that I couldn't golf. Just that it's been a long time." Her eyes have a sly twinkle in them. "My dad has a thing for golf and would take me out miniature golfing when I was young."

I'm still shocked after how bad she had been playing but also a little turned on. "Damn, that was hot." It's all my brain can come up with at the moment. And it seems to do the trick.

Bella slowly comes closer to me but stops when our bodies are mere inches apart. "Hot, hmm? Well, there's more where that came from."

And once again I am standing there in shock as Bella swiftly moves on to the next course. This girl will be the death of me.

We finish playing out our holes, Bella's miraculous turnaround making the game that much quicker. By the time we are near the end, Bella is cocky as all get out about her game.

"Next time, we are keeping score, Cupcake Girl," I tell her competitively. I had decided to forego the scorecard when I thought she was inexperienced. Obviously, that is no longer the case.

"Next time, Mr. Pouty Lips?" she questions with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Who says there will be a next time?"

And before she has a chance to say anything more, I have her in my arms and attack her mouth with mine. All the pent up sexual tension mounts and we are both clawing at each other's bodies, craving the physical contact.

Something brings me back to our earlier kiss and reminds me, I am not willing to put on a show for the families. I slowly pull away and grin wickedly. "Oh, there will definitely be a next time, Cupcake Girl. I demand a rematch."

"How about we take this to the ball return? Maybe, make it a bit more interesting?" Bella taunts with a huge smirk.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask back, wondering if this is a good idea but unable to deny her whatever she asks of me.

"Hmmm." Bella taps her chin with her finger while she thinks. "If I get a hole in one, then you have to buy dessert. And I have a craving for some ice cream."

Bella gets a far off look in her eye for a moment, most likely dreaming of ice cream, before she continues. "And if you get a hole in one, I'll buy you some ice cream."

"Um, doesn't the winner usually get to pick their own prize?" I respond with a smirk of my own. "But that's fine. This time. And there is no way, no how, you are buying the dessert."

We saunter over to the ball return and stare at the menacingly low cage with a tiny hole for a hole in one. This is going to be difficult.

"Ladies, first," I say to her, a wicked glint gleaming in my eye. There's no way she can do this, and even if she does I still have a chance to redeem myself.

Bella places her ball in the center indention of the carpet and gets her stance ready, her eyes going back and forth from the ball to the hole.

She takes aim and gives it her all for her final swing of the night. The ball ricochets off the cage from the inside and then drops unceremoniously to the gaping hole at the bottom.

"Shoot," Bella calls out and turns to look at me, a bit defeated. "Your turn."

I give her hand a squeeze as I pass by her to hit my ball. There is no reason for me to even try, but I don't want Bella to feel like I'm taunting her.

Placing my ball down on the ground, I take a look at where I want the ball to go and swing. It slides smoothly in but is nowhere near the hole in one. Is it even possible to do?

"I guess the whole point of a bet was moot, huh?" Bella asks me as we walk away.

"No it wasn't," I answer, clasping her hand in my own as we walk. "Now I know how much you wanted ice cream."

Bella smiles up at me. "Yeah?"

"Yep, let's head back over to the dining room. I'm sure they have ice cream in there."

We walk hand in hand around the fun zone with our ice creams, enjoying the warm night air of Los Angeles. It feels perfectly right, sharing licks of each other's flavors and teasing little touches as we go.

"I've had a great time tonight, Bella." I squeeze her hand and lead her to the trash can to dispose of our napkins.

"Me too, Edward. Thank you so much, this was a lot of fun."

Bella's eyes are shining with happiness, and I lean down to give her a proper kiss. My tongue sweeps over her lips allowing me to taste the creamy confection of ice cream still lingering on her tongue. Bella tips her head back and allows me to deepen the kiss, which of course I do. I can only be so good tonight.

Slowly we pull away from each other, and I give her one more kiss on the forehead before I pull her into me, holding her tight for a moment.

"Ready for me to take you home?" I ask her, not ready at all but remembering the plan. It's getting to know each other and spend time together date night. "I want you to be refreshed for your busy work day tomorrow."

"Sounds good, it is getting late." And I can tell that Bella feels the same way I do. Neither of us truly ready for this date to end. Guess I did pretty well.

The ride home is quiet but neither of us can keep our hands off each other. Hands holding, fingers rubbing circles on thighs, squeezing fingers, hands in hair. It seems the passion from our first meeting is always at the surface, begging to be let out.

I pull up in front of Bella's house, ready to walk her to the door and say a proper goodnight like a gentleman. But before I can get that far, Bella undoes her seat belt and squeezes my thigh.

It turns all gentlemanly thoughts off and throws them out the window. My body lurches toward her and I take her neck in my hands, bringing her mouth quickly to mine. Our tongues immediately meet each other and fight for control. Both of us glad for the semi private shield of the car and the cover of darkness.

When our hands start roaming, hers in the hair at the nape of my neck and mine at the tiny piece of skin between the waistband of her jeans and her tank top, I lose it. I have no control over my body parts and my hand slides up farther under her top, eventually palming her breast over her bra.

Bella moans into my mouth, her back arching her body closer to mine. I take my other hand and place it on her back in an attempt to drag her closer to me.

Let's just say it doesn't work out so well. When Bella's hip hits the center console, and her head hits the roof of the car, all thoughts of making out are now lost.

"Shit, Bella. I'm so sorry." I take my hands and try to soothe her. There is no way that didn't hurt. I wasn't very gentle.

But my Cupcake Girl surprises me once again by bursting out in laughter. One hand on the top of her head, the other holding on to the head rest of my seat, laughter and tears both fill her face.

I can't help but laugh right along with her. "Let me walk you to your door before we cause any more bodily injuries."

And all Bella can do is nod her head, shoulders still bobbing up and down.

We walk to her door, once again hand in hand. Bella calms down as soon as we step on her front porch.

"This night has been absolutely perfect, Edward. Thanks again for everything."

"Even the bump on your head? You really should put some ice on that. I'm so sorry."

Before I can get any farther in my apology Bella reaches up and places a finger on my lips.

"I'm fine, Edward. It really wasn't that bad. Thank you for taking me out tonight. It's been a while since I've done this." She releases her finger from my lips and turns her eyes toward the concrete slab under her feet.

Carefully I lift up her face until her eyes meet mine. "It won't be that long again. I'm going to be terribly busy in the studio this week, putting the finishing touches on Rose's album, but I'll call you. We are going to do this again soon. And without the head injury next time."

I let my lips find hers once more and give her a slow, sensual kiss. Savoring every moment, every touch, and every taste; not knowing exactly when this will happen again. But I have no doubt I will make time for her very soon.

"Goodnight, Cupcake Girl," I say leaving one more chaste kiss. "We will talk soon."

Bella licks her lips and holds onto the door handle. "Night, Mr. Pouty Lips. Thanks again."

And with that, she turns and enters her house, leaving me standing on the porch wondering how I became so whipped.


Can't wait to hear your thoughts on their date! And, I've been calling him Cupcakeward even though he's not the one making cupcakes. Does he need a new name or do you like it? And what about our Bella? Any thoughts on her name? Hit me up in the reviews!