The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: BOUND
Pen name: SWEETP-1
Pairing: EDWARDxBELLA
Rating: M

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I do not own Twilight - I am just borrowing quotes and characters.

Consider this your warning: This fic is rated M for a reason.

Bella is 21.


"I still can't believe I'm really here," Bella sighed. "It's so..."

Hundreds of words swirled inside her head, but none of them seemed adequate.

"It's so..." She tried again, but gave up when she couldn't find a word that would do it justice.

"Is it too much?" Edward moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Bella was rarely lost for words, and it amused him to see her so overwhelmed and flustered. He kissed the side of her temple softly.

"It's perfect, Edward. Thank you." Bella swung around, flinging her arms around Edward's neck and kissing him passionately, pouring all her enthusiasm and gratitude into her embrace. Words were failing her, but she hoped Edward would know how much this meant to her.

"I've wanted to bring you here for a long time. I know how much you wanted to come here, " Edward said as he watched little pearls of happiness slide down Bella's cheeks. He cradled her face tenderly in his hands, brushing away the tears with his thumbs.

"I waited because I didn't want you to come for a short holiday, and then have to rush back home again. I wanted to wait until you were finished with school, so you could relax and enjoy yourself, without always thinking about what's waiting for you when you get back. Of course, waiting until winter was also a good idea," Edward explained tenderly. Bella's eyes were sparkling with excitement and wonder; she was overwhelmed, and utterly adorable.

"I wanted," he placed a kiss on her cheek, tasting the little streak of salty happiness,"to give you," he kissed the other cheek, "the perfect," he kissed the tip of her nose, "graduation present." He finished with a smile, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"It is perfect, Edward. Just perfect, " Bella said, with a wide smile on her face. She turned, wrapping Edward's arms around her again and leaned back against his chest. She sighed, content and blissful, as she took in the breathtaking view from their tiny balcony.

Paris at twilight was even more amazing than what she had imagined. Twinkling lights stretched out to the horizon, as if the stars themselves had fallen from the sky to decorate the city.

Edward was right; this was the perfect present.

"We can stay for as long as you want," he whispered in her ear.

"I think I'd like that," she replied with a grin.

A knock from inside their hotel suite interrupted their loving moment.

"That will be room service. I ordered you something, if that's okay. I knew you'd be tired after the long flight, and I wasn't sure you would want to go out. We can go out if you prefer, " Edward said as he released her from his arms.

"Room service sounds great." The barely-edible airline food had staved off the hunger, but it had hardly been appetizing. Bella realized that, as usual, Edward had anticipated her needs, even before she had. Her stomach made a loud growling noise as she walked into the room, and she realized she was famished.

As she wolfed down the chicken salad, Edward unpacked their suitcases, hanging their clothes in the closet and putting Bella's impressive collection of bottles, lotions and other strange female accessories in the bathroom.

Bella found it hard to believe the plush hotel suite was going to be home, for as long as she wanted. It was large without being too spacious, and lavishly decorated without being over the top; everything was soft and warm. Esme would definitely have approved of the soothing color scheme and the decadent fabrics. Already, Bella was wondering if she would ever want to leave.

After Edward had stored their luggage away and Bella had finished her meal, they lay on the bed together. It seemed like weeks, rather than just a day, since they had simply sat together and enjoyed the quiet comfort of being alone in each other's arms. Bella nestled into the crook of Edward's arm as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I thought, tomorrow, we could go exploring."

"I would love that. There are so many things I want to see." Bella had dreamed about coming to Paris since she was a child.

"Well, we can do whatever you want. What's at the top of your list?"

"Maybe Père Lachaise?"

"Really?" Edward said, surprised. "Not Le Louvre or Notre Dame?"

"I want to see those too. We might be staying for awhile, my list is pretty long," Bella admitted, an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks. She knew her enthusiasm must seem almost child-like; Edward had traveled the world, at least a couple of times over. She hoped he wouldn't mind seeing Paris all over again as she visited all the places she had read about.

"But a cemetery is at the top of your list, " Edward laughed.

"Yup."

"Let me guess...you want to leave a lipstick kiss on Oscar Wilde?" he asked jokingly.

Bella snorted in mock disgust.

"Nope, but I will bring a lipstick along, just in case," she said with a smirk.

Edward, of course, knew every famous person who was buried in the cemetery. He reviewed the names, making a list of possibilities in his head in a few seconds.

"Moliere?"

"Nope."

Okay, maybe not literature. Perhaps music? Edward narrowed down his list.

"Jim Morrison?"

"Nope." Bella grinned.

"Chopin? Bizet? Edith Piaf?

"Nope, nope and nope." Bella was laughing now, enjoying their macabre little game of guess the grave.

"I could run through every single dead person buried up there but we would be here all night. Why don't you just tell me who it is you want to go visit."

"Heloise and Abelard."

"Ah, of course. The original star crossed lovers."

"The most tragic love story ever told, " Bella sighed dramatically. There was something enchanting about their story that had captivated the romantic within her, from the very first moment she had heard their tale of sacrifice and illicit love.

"She never stopped loving him, even after everything that happened to them both. Her love remained intense and indestructible. Even after all those years. Even in the face of danger. Even when they couldn't be together." Despite the constraints of medieval society, Heloise had been intelligent, articulate and passionate. Bella couldn't help but admire the strength of her spirit.

Visiting the grave of the celebrated lovers was going to be the highlight of her adventures in Paris.

"For not with me was my heart, but with you. But now, more than ever, if it be not with you, it is nowhere. For without you it cannot anywhere exist."

Bella was not at all surprised Edward could quote from Heloise's love letters. Hearing her ardent declaration in Edward's deep, gravelly voice made Bella's heart swell as the romantic within her swooned.

Bella sighed, this time with utter amazement. Sometimes it still seemed completely unbelievable that she, Miss "Unremarkable" Swan had captured the heart of Mr "Brings-His-Girlfriend-to-Paris-to-Quote-Love-Letters" Perfect.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep now?" Edward was aware Bella's body clock would be confused for a day or so. It was dark and getting late. Normally at this time of night, she would go off to bed and he would sit with her until she fell asleep. Sometimes he composed or read or filled in the midnight loneliness with something else. Sometimes he simply stayed with her and watched her sleep.

"Actually, I'm wide awake," Bella said as she sat up. She leaned over and whispered in Edward's ear, "and I definitely don't feel like sleeping." Paris was the City of Love after all. Bella had no intention of spending their first night here just sleeping.

She ran her tongue over the curve of his ear as she lifted her leg over his body and straddled his waist. "Maybe, I feel like playing instead."

Edward grabbed her around the waist with both hands and pulled her harder against him as she nibbled the lobe of his ear and peppered kisses along his jawline.

He groaned as she started to grind against him; he could feel the heat of her through her jeans, pushing against the hardness in his own pants, all milk and honey promises in every pass of her hips.

He pushed his hands up the back of her shirt and splayed his fingers across her narrow back, rocking her against him in a rhythm that soon had her panting in his ear. He started to pull up her top to lift it over her head, but was surprised when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"Wait. I have a present for you, as well," she said with a mischievous grin as she sat back on her heels.

"Now?" Edward said petulantly. He didn't really want to open a present now; he wanted Bella to come back and finish what she started.

Bella chuckled at the look of irritation that was evident on his face. "Don't worry, I think you'll like it. It's a naughty present," she said, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper.

"Oh." Perhaps a present right now might not be such a bad thing Edward thought to himself.

"Wait, right there." Bella climbed off the bed, and retrieved her handbag from the side-table. She walked slowly to the bathroom, blowing a kiss to Edward before she closed the door behind her.

While Edward was imagining all the different scenarios of what her naughty present might be, Bella was silently thanking Alice for talking her into some girls-only shopping time before they left for their trip. At the time, she hadn't been convinced she needed the extravagantly expensive set of lingerie, or the over-sized handbag that Alice told her she needed to pack it in. Now, she was glad her surprise hadn't been ruined when Edward unpacked their things.

It took a few minutes to shimmy herself into the sheer stockings, the lacy g-string and the boned basque. For seriously special occasions only! Bella thought to herself as she struggled to get the garter clips in place. She ran her hands down the front of the beautifully embroidered corset, and braved a look in the mirror.

She had to admit, the black mesh against her bone-white skin was surprisingly effective - her skin was glowing. The built in under-wire pushed her breasts up and out, and the sheer panels down her sides made her look curvy. Bella admired her reflection; she looked different...sexy. She half-turned in the mirror. The basque was shorter through the back and it's hem followed the curve of her ass, highlighting the fact she was wearing only a g-string. The criss-cross of the g-string and garter straps were the only thing covering her whole behind. Bella gulped, hoping she had the courage to pull this off. She turned to face the mirror again and quickly pulled her hairbrush through her hair. She touched up her mascara and pinched her cheeks, before taking a deep breath and opening the bathroom door.

The look on Edward's face as she re-entered the bedroom justified every moment she had struggled with the lacy whispers of fabric.

She walked slowly over to the bed, emboldened by the way Edward was staring at her. His eyes had darkened and he was watching her every move intently, carefully. His gaze was calculated; like he was sizing her up and deliberating on what to do next. She was suddenly reminded that Edward was no ordinary man; under the cool, calm exterior, there simmered a dangerous predator.

He was looking at her like she was prey, and it stirred something primal and raw within her.

"So, Mr Cullen, like what you see?" Bella said provocatively as she brushed her hand along the top of her breast.

"Very much, " Edward said with a wide smile as he sat up to get a better view of her. He had been rock-hard before Bella's exit to the bathroom, but now he found himself straining, uncomfortable against the suddenly tight denim of his jeans. She looked amazing, and he couldn't wait to peel her out of the sinful little get-up she was wearing.

Bella turned slowly, smiling to herself as she heard Edward's sharp intake of breath, and walked to the closet. With an excruciating and exaggerated slowness, she bent over to rummage amongst the shoes for a few seconds. What she wanted wasn't down there, but she was enjoying listening to Edward mutter profanities under his breath. Knowing she made him react that way was the ultimate encouragement, and she felt suddenly bold, like she wanted to be the sexy goddess that this outfit demanded.

She stood up straight again, found what she was looking for, and turned to face Edward again.

His eyes were smoldering with desire, and she could tell from the way he was clenching his fists that it was taking him considerable effort to stay on the bed. The intensity of his gaze was making the lust spike between her legs.

"Now, are you ready for your present?" Bella said as she stalked over to the end of the bed, remembering to sway her hips as she walked.

"This isn't the present?" Edward was already in some kind of horny boyfriend heaven, and could hardly believe his luck. His utterly gorgeous girlfriend was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing what could only be described as sex itself, offering more. He mentally kicked himself for not bringing Bella to Paris sooner.

Bella didn't say anything, but climbed on the bed and crawled up Edward's body. As soon as she was within reach, he couldn't stop himself from touching her, running his hands over her lace-clad breasts and down her sides, reveling in the feel of the delicate fabric over her hot skin.

Bella straddled his waist as she had done earlier. "Tsk, tsk, Mr Cullen. Did I say you could touch? Maybe I only want you to look."

Edward couldn't bring himself to remove his hands from her, and he skimmed them along the tops of her legs, brushing his thumbs along her inner thighs. Her skin was soft and smooth, and felt like liquid silk in his hands.

Bella grinned wickedly. "Hands!" she commanded.

Edward groaned, reluctantly dropping his hands from her body. It was clear Bella was in charge tonight; and given how she was dressed, he was going to do anything she wanted. Even if she wasn't going to play fair.

"Give them to me, " Bella said with a smirk. Edward complied, in awe of the sex kitten in front of him. He realized that Bella had a piece of fabric scrunched in her hand. He had wondered if her little show in front of the closet was merely a ruse - torture by g-string - but now realized she must have pulled the sash from her favorite blue top while she was over there.

Bella smiled sweetly as she lifted Edward's arms above his head, and used the satin fabric to tie his wrists to the ornate wrought-iron headboard.

"Now, I know you can break this easily, but I want you to pretend you can't, okay? And I'll pretend you can't, too. It'll be fun, I promise."

When Edward was bound to her satisfaction, Bella got off the bed again and walked to the side-table where her iPod was docked in the suite's entertainment system.

A second later, the air was filled with the sound of soft guitar chords. Edward recognized the melody instantly, but the voice that burst into song was surprising; young and female, pure, crystal-like clarity. Whoever was singing had taken the 80's goth hit and turned it on it's head, stripping it down, letting the lyrics shine against the slow and uncluttered acoustics. Bella's choice of song was unexpected, but then, so was everything else she had done this evening.

Edward watched, entranced, as Bella began to sway to the music, rocking her hips in time with the beat. She twirled around, arms stretched out, head back and eyes closed. She was completely absorbed in the song; he could hear her whispering the words to herself as she danced before him. Every sway and turn gave him a glimpse of velvet skin, a sliver of sweetness he wanted to run his tongue along. It was taking every ounce of his control to stay where Bella wanted him.

She lifted her hair up in both her hands, letting it fall in waves of glossy satin as she swayed with her back to him, giving him another view of her almost naked behind. He made a mental note to take her lingerie shopping while they were here, wondering if he could convince her to wear lacy thongs every day.

At first, he had thought Bella was choosing music for a sultry strip-tease, but again, she was full of surprises. He watched her dance, as if she was lost in her own world, and he was struck by how beautiful she really was when she was like this; with all her guards down, uninhibited, free. She was so completely lost in the song; it was as almost as if he wasn't even there. He wondered if she was ignoring him for her own benefit, to control her nerves.

Edward watched, captivated, as Bella's hands began to trace over her body, soft whispers of touch, following the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, up into her hair. Nothing in all the world could have made him take his eyes off her as she dipped her fingers under the lace of her panties, sighing as her hand pushed lower. All the while,she whispered the words of the song, oblivious to anything else but the music and the movement of her hands over her body.

It was so very intimate, watching her touch herself, as if she was alone. Like he was spying on her most private, secret moment.

Edward realized then, that Bella's little show was nothing about nerves. The lack of interaction was not because she was shy. Everything about this was calculated and planned. Her present to him was letting him watch.

Edward had not stopped watching her, since the very first moment he laid eyes on her. She mesmerized him with a strange magnetic pull and he found it hard to tear his eyes from her. He watched her face for the thoughts he couldn't read in her mind. He watched her dream at night. He had worried she would find his voyeurism alarming or offensive, but she said she didn't mind. And so he watched her; always.

Right now, watching her touch herself was the most erotic thing he'd even seen.

One of Bella's hands rubbed between her legs while the other squeezed her breast. She had her eyes closed, and Edward could hear her heartbeat picking up as her breathing quickened. A flush of pink spread across the tops of her breasts as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck. Edward knew she was getting close.

A growl rose up out of his chest before he was even aware he'd ripped himself from Bella's satin tie. Edward had to have her, now, before his cock fought it's own way out of his pants.

Edward's outburst broke Bella from her trance, and she sauntered back over to the bed with an exaggerated frown on her face.

"Now, what seems to be the problem, Mr Cullen?" She grinned as she pushed him back on the bed.

"Bella, please." Edward was not above begging at this point. He needed her, needed to be inside her, possibly more than he had ever needed anything before.

"I thought we were pretending you couldn't break out of this," she smiled as she retied his hands to the bed frame with what was left of her sash. "You need to try harder this time, okay?" she said with a wink.

This time she didn't leave him to dance on the other side of the room. Instead, she slowly freed the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open so she could run her fingernails down his sculpted abdomen, before placing soft wet kisses over his chest. Edward groaned as she turned her attention to his nipples, sucking and biting, driving him crazy with need. He wanted to rip the tie again, grab her and drown himself deep inside of her.

He wasn't sure how much longer his self control was going to hold out.

She leaned over him, kissing his neck and nibbling the sensitive spot just under his ear as she pushed herself against him, that tantalizing, hot pressure that ignited the burn inside him.

"Fuck," he muttered, desperate for release. It was all too much, this close but not quite enough, the weight, heat and scent of her. Desperate for more, he was aching and close to losing it before she'd even touched his cock.

As if sensing his discomfort, Bella carefully unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs.

"Let me take care of you," she murmured, "Just relax."

Relaxing was definitely not what Edward had in mind as Bella's mouth wrapped around his straining erection. Her hot little mouth, all moist and tight, swirling, sucking, pulling him closer to the edge . He watched her as she knelt between his legs, glorious as she made love to him with her mouth - her eyes closed, moaning as she moved over him. Her hips rocked back and forth as her head moved, pulling, licking, teasing his lust and need to the surface. Seeing her giving herself to him like this, hearing the sounds of her own pleasure as she pleasured him, was racing him to orgasm.

He strained against the bonds she had placed on him, the sound of fabric ripping mingling with the little murmurs and moans that she was making as she pushed his cock deep into her throat.

Free from the restraints, he touched her head, carefully, always carefully, and wrapped her hair in his fingers. Her moans grew louder, insistent, as he guided her head with his hands, moving her over him, faster, harder. One more swirl of her hot tongue and the frenzied bliss scorched its way through his skin, his ecstasy pulsing into her mouth, icy streams of venom and cum and absolute relief.

Sated, he lay back on the bed, panting, savoring the sweet after-glow of his release.

Bella smiled as she crawled back up to lie beside him in the crook of his arm.

"That was my favorite top, you know, Edward. I won't be able to wear it properly now," she pretended to pout.

Edward leaned over and kissed her passionately. "I will buy you a hundred of those tops, if you'll do that again, sometime." He felt her smile against his lips. He wasn't sad that sex kitten Bella had gone - he was going to enjoy making love to his girlfriend now.

"Okay," she murmured.

He rolled her over onto her back, relishing the feel of her delicate body underneath him. His hands swept hungrily over her skin, as though it had been years since he'd touched her. She smelled like sex; his and hers, and it fueled the fire within him again, his erection pressing hard against her thigh.

"Already?" Bella asked, surprised. This was quick, even for Edward.

"After the little stunt you pulled tonight, you can't be surprised, " Edward said as he deftly unclipped the garter straps she'd had so much trouble getting in place.

He placed kisses down her legs as he rolled the stockings off her. On the way back up, he whispered words of love against her skin, making her squirm as her skin prickled under his cool breath. When he placed a kiss on her lace-covered pussy, Bella gasped and rocked against his mouth, her own desperate need for release gritty and throbbing under her skin. He chuckled and hooked his fingers under the thin straps at her hips, and pulled her panties from her.

"This stays on," he said with a grin as he ran his hands over the delicate fabric that covered her breasts. He lay over her, hard and bold, and nudging against her.

Too far away...so close...almost...

"Please," she whispered. Edward smiled down at her. Somehow, the tables had been turned, and now it was she that lay vulnerable, exposed and begging. She had been intoxicating when she had been confident and in control, but she was just as desirable as she supplicated and submitted beneath him.

He pushed himself inside her with one long thrust that filled and stretched her, making her cry out. She was so soft and hot, soft and only, soft and oh, so lovely.

She came quickly, breathing his name and kissing his face, loving him as he made love to her. She was exquisite, perfect, just like heaven.

He knew then, that he would love her to the very end of his days.


A/N:
Chocolate fish for anyone who can guess the song and who is covering it. There are a couple of clues there :)

The answer is on my profile along with links to information about the Pere Lachaise cemetery and Heloise and Abelard's "Affaire de Coeur".


I never intended for this to be my longest chapter yet. All my chapter outline says is: "she ties him up" (yup, my mind went straight there when I saw the prompt) but apparently Bella wanted to go to Paris, and Edward wanted to watch. So there you have it. 4k and a lemon!

With grateful thanks to my beautiful betas, Betham and Vanpirenz, and to my very helpful friend, Google.