A/N: *ahem* *cough cough* *blushes*

So- Is this thing working? Yes? Can everyone hear me?

Ok.

Good.

So. Here we are. I am presenting a little something for my very very small band of loyal readers. And I shall tell you why. I had long since abandoned this story. I'll be honest with you, it was a piece of whimsy. A little scrap of nothing much, indulged in purely for my own amusement, and, hopefully, a little amusement for others...it was going nowhere, I had no plan, in truth, I was just wandering aimlessly through the land of creation. So, I decided to leave it to those more creative, more organised, let's face it, more talented then myself to write fanfic and I scurried back down into my burrow.

But then this week I participated in an interesting discussion with my fic reading friends about the motivations of fanfic writers, and readers. About reasonable expectations, about rights and responsibilites...and I was waxing lyrically about all sorts of shit...including unfinished fics..and then - out of the blue - someone new read my little fic, and put me on alert.

Yes. You know who you are. ( I don't know who you are, but that's besides the point!)

And then- Bellsy HAD to point out I had left Porterward hanging on an odd numbered chapter. Oh my fucking God! This could not be. I owe it to myself, to Trenchella and Porterward, and my partner in all things even numbered, Iibby, to reactify this immediately.

But then, I whined to my bestest Possum and beta KJ, I had nothing to say...BUT, all was not lost. I opened the folder cleverly entitled 'Porterward' in my documents and I found THIS!

It may only be 260 words. It may in fact be shorter then this A/N. It may be completely unrelated to the current plot. I may not remember ever writing it even! But let it not be said that I left my devoted readers hanging, not only with an unfinished fic, but a lemonless one.

So. Here it is. The Porterward Lemon.

I hope it is all I hope it to be. That totally made sense when I said it in my head. Whatever. I am rambling. I'll stop. Have at it my lovelies. And Good night!

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Chapter 4. The Luggage Rack Lemon

He lifted her and placed her now bare arse on the edge on the cold steel rack, and in one swift movement drove himself in to the hilt. ….They both rested their heads on each other's shoulders and looked down at his huge glistening cock plunging in and out of her hot wet centre, over and over again. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her entire life. "Oh God" she moaned as she threw her head back, arching her spine and wrapping her legs around his firm backside as she came, her body shuddering with convulsions, the muscles in her calves and the arches of her feet spasming and then cramping with the strength of her orgasm. She cried out in pain, or was it in ecstasy, or both? At that moment he groaned and whimpered, his hips pumping against hers and his hands, which had been gently cradling her head grasped hard in her hair. "Oh Bella' he sighed into her ear, the emotion thick in his voice. She pulled in great lungfuls of air as she slowly descended from the giddy heights of the best goddamn sex she had ever had. "Holy Fuck Edward" she breathed, as she slumped against him, completely drained. She looked up into the green depths of his eyes, and realised he was smirking at her – "so, how was that?"

Notes for later:

Don't forget slow rocking movement of the train lemon on narrow bunk….

And, in the morning…..

BTW - that was totally unbeta'd - so any problems with it at all are totally my fault and nothing to do with KJ. In fact, she is gonna get such a shock when she wakes up! I can see the smile on her face and hear her chuckle right now! I hope you enjoyed it Possum. Sorry it was so short.

I'm not going to say this is the end because who knows what could happen? Besides, Iibby and I have a thing for the number 5 too. Even if it is odd. So you never know...

PS. Trenchella sounds like a microbial infection doesn't it? Not good.