Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or his characters. I wish I did.

This is my first fanfic, so all reviews, tips and criticism are more than welcome. I haven't found a beta yet, and English isn't my foreign language so please be gentle.

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Chapter 1

BPOV

I can't get enough of this: waking up next to my boyfriend after the best night since, well a long time ago. I love his brown, reddish hair and his green eyes, his crooked smile, his full lips and what he does with them… Damn, I love everything about him. He's mine, my Edward.

I've loved him since I met him a few years ago in a CIA-FBI meeting. The most fun part was that if looks could kill, the only two persons a live in that room were Edward and I. I mean, it's true what they say: CIA and FBI are like fire and ice. But with Edward and me there was love at first sight and it never disappeared. And since than we've never been longer apart then 48 hours tops.

But that is going to change. I've an undercover operation ahead for an infinite amount of time. I hope it won't be so hard to get confidence this time. My earlier mission cost me six months to infiltrate and I cannot be that long apart from Edward. Two days was the longest and that was a crime.

So my mission is going to take place first thing on Monday. My problem, I haven't got the right opportunity to tell Edward. I've known it for almost a week now, and I've one full day left. I got to tell him, but I just don't know how to start. Good thing he's still a sleep.

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As soon as he trailed my back with his fingertips I knew he was awake and that I had to tell him.

"Good morning Edward."

"Mmm… Good morning, love."

I turned around and was ready to face him and tell him I had to go undercover. But before I could say one word he pressed his lips on mine. Not a chaste kiss, but a passionate kiss. Focus Bella. He licked my lips and hereby asked permission to deepen the kiss. Focus, go on, focus, don't stop, focus. I started to moan and slowly trying to pull away.

"Mmm… Edward…"

My mind was trying to stop, but my body wanted to go the other way. And by the time he travelled with his hands to the band of my panties I was lost. It was now or never. If I didn't tell him now, I wasn't going to for a long time. So I pulled my mind and body together and managed to sit up. Taking the bed sheet with me to cover me, otherwise someone was too distracted for a serious conversation.

"Edward… Please stop."

His look was confused but being the gentleman I expected him to be, he stopped.

"What's wrong, love?"

"I need to tell you something. Something I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't find the words for it. I haven't found them yet, but you need to know."

His face turned from confusing, to curious, to shock, and than he composed his face. And what he said made me confident.

"Bella, you know you can tell me everything. Don't be afraid. Just tell me please."

And then I told him about my undercover operation. I told him I needed to go on the job. First they picked another female colleague for the job, but her husband and 4 year old son got into a car crash. They lived barely, but she had to take care of them now. And it would take at least two more months before she was able to get in action. So I was chosen instead.

I don't even know yet, what the mission is about. That's the first thing I will hear Monday morning. A meeting I'm not looking forward to. But working as a CIA-agent you have to and you can't decline. Well at least I can't.

I was hoping Edward would understand. I mean he is a FBI-agent after all. But looking at his face, I didn't know what to expect. It looked like he was in shock.

"Please say something?" I almost begged him.

"How long did you know?" He stammered.

"Almost a week." I whispered to him. Not knowing if I wanted to cry or suck it up.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

By then I was in shock, when I looked at him. I saw Edwards face become paler, his jaw clenched, he stiffened beside me and stared. His eyes stared just blank. I didn't know what to say and apparently he didn't either.

We sat there for what seemed almost an hour. It could've been just two minutes, who cares. No one said anything. By then I had to do something. And figured I needed a shower.

"Bella, please don't." He face didn't change when he said it. He looked as if someone died. I know for sure it feels like it.

"I'm sorry. I can't. You know it's my job. Please understand."

He nodded. I guess he didn't know what to say. And I went for my shower.

Much to my surprise Edward didn't follow me into the shower. I tried to calm myself a bit and be strong for Edward, and the shower helped me. But when I came back in the master bedroom and saw my boyfriend, still sitting on the bed, not one inch moved and still stiffened and as pale as a corpse I lost it.

So much for the calming effect of the warm water.

I sneaked up behind him and held him. At the feeling of my touch I felt him relax a little. We just sat there, cuddling, frizzling, kissing, holding each other, waiting for our last couple of hours to pass, both knowing that we didn't want to separate, both knowing that we had to…