A/N: Is it wrong that I wanted to send them to Ikea while in Sweden? I didn't, but I wanted to. Anyways, here's the new chapter. Please be patient while I deal with my weekend activities and thanks to everyone for their awesome reviews. Also expect some more Alice action in the next chapter. She's a sneaky little bugger in this story.

BPOV

After we each had a long shower, we headed down to the common room to check on our next destination and I was desperate to email Angela. Unfortunately, there was only one computer available, so I sat on Edward's lap as we looked up information on Stockholm.

"You think I can convince you to get into one of those Swedish maid outfits?" asked Edward with a laugh as I rolled my eyes.

"Baby, that's French Maids, not Swedish. Can I convince you to dress like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?" I asked with a heavy laugh and Edward rolled his eyes.

"If you play your cards right Bella, you can convince me to do almost anything," he said with a stern expression on his face. He clearly wasn't joking. We had a difficult time finding a hostel in Stockholm that didn't have bunk beds or wasn't a shared room. Edward kept insisting we get a real hotel room, but that didn't feel like backpacking across Europe to me. We ended up getting a private room, with bunk beds and agreed to just ignore the top bunk. We might be uncomfortable, but we'd be together.

"Okay, go read a Danish magazine or something," I said as I jumped off of him once our room was booked. "I want to email my mom and Angela, and you can't be here for that." I watched as he started to pout, but he decided to go get us some coffee and breakfast instead. I opened up my email and I saw a few new emails. I wrote back to my mother first and told her about all the wonderful things in Denmark, and that I was heading to Sweden next. I could tell by her messages that she was happy that I was having such a good time. Angela's email was next.

He kissed you. That is awesome, but I still want my topless photos. So, what happened after the kiss? Have you guys had sex? I bet you have totally had sex with him. He looks like he's romantic, is he? I need to live vicariously through you Bells. Ben has been so busy with work and preparing for school, I've been bored. Your emails help get me through the day.

I'm pathetic

Angela

I wrote back a very long email about yesterday, including some of the details of the beach and the blackout, but not every detail. I could easily discuss the kissing and fondling, but felt awkward telling her the more intimate details. I did confirm for her though that we weren't having sex yet. Emphasis on the yet. I could tell it was just a matter of time. I promised more photos just as Edward walked back in the lobby with two coffees and a bag of treats.

"All done?" he asked with a grin. I nodded my head as I hit the send button and logged off.

"Do you need to email anyone?" I asked as I took the coffee from him, two creams and one sugar, just how I liked it. I seriously wondered if he took notes about all this stuff for future reference.

"I should email Alice, it has been a few days after all," said Edward as he took a seat at the computer that had become free beside me. He worked on his email for several minutes as I munched away on a blueberry Danish that he had brought me.

"Do you think they call them 'Danishes' here?" I asked with a laugh. "Like how people always ask if the French call them French Fries?"

"You're weird," said Edward as he finished his email and turned towards me. "Are you ready to get going? I think we should go grab our stuff and head out to Tivoli." I nodded my head and we walked up to our room to grab my purse and camera, eagerly bouncing back down the stairs to see something else exciting in Copenhagen. "So what did Angela have to say this time? Did she ask for more naked pictures?"

"No, not yet. She did ask for at least some topless ones, so I'm gonna send her some photos from yesterday at the beach," I answered with a grin, recalling our time in the water yesterday.

"Did you tell her about … us?" he asked anxiously. I squeezed his hand for reassurance as we walked down the road towards our destination.

"She knows enough, but no details. Did you tell Alice about us?"

"She knows enough," he laughed repeating my earlier words. "She knows I consider you my girlfriend and she thinks you are pretty and asked me not to get you pregnant. She hadn't emailed me back yet when I emailed her this morning." Edward was smiling even broader now as I laughed about the pregnancy remark.

"So, I'm your girlfriend huh?" I said in a mocking tone as I leaned my head into him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Get over yourself Bella. I've been referring to you as my girlfriend for days now, so it's official. We're dating, and your mine." He kissed my head and we continued our walk in comfortable silence. I loved being his girlfriend; I just wished I could get up the nerve to tell him about Columbia. The longer I waited, the more likely it was going to bite me in the ass.

Tivoli Gardens was actually pretty fun. It wasn't as exciting to me as the beach, but it was nice to just ride on roller coasters and play stupid carnival games. I was surprised because Edward was even more playful than usual, but when it came to the games, he was uber competitive. When we were ready for a little rest, we decided to go check out the aquarium on site. I think Edward liked it because it was fairly dark and empty; he was kissing or touching me at every single opportunity. I didn't complain one bit. We ended up eating an early dinner at the park before calling it a night and taking a cab back to our hostel. Our train was leaving around ten in the morning, and we were eager for a good night's sleep.

"No funny business," I said when I finally crawled into bed later that night. "We have to be up early."

"Why don't we just stay up all night? I know I'm already up," said Edward seductively as he pulled me towards him and I pulled the blankets around us.

"Ok, put that thing away," I said in frustration as I felt his hardness against my ass again. "We agreed to sleep and only sleep tonight." I heard Edward sigh in frustration but he still kissed me before he buried his head in my neck and fell asleep.

We both woke up feeling refreshed. We showered and changed quickly, grabbing our backpacks and heading out to the train station. Our train was supposed to leave at ten and we were already running behind. The trip was going to take about five hours, so we picked up a bunch of snacks and a new map at the train station before we boarded.

Just like our last train ride, this one was happier. Edward and I cuddled on the bench seats, with our bags directly across from us. We talked a bit more about our lives away from our trip and he spent a lot of time kissing my neck. The hickeys were definitely getting to be worse, but I didn't care. He could make them all over my body and I would be content. After deciding he needed a break, Edward pulled out our newest map and we looked it over for something to do.

"There are a lot of waterways and bridges in Stockholm. We should take a boat ride again. They must have some cool art galleries and the royal palace is probably cool. I bet they have just as many rooms as my parents' house," said Edward with a forced smile. We rarely talked about his parents, and I didn't mind. It made it easier to not discuss mine, because whenever we did talk about my family, it made me a little homesick. We pulled into Stockholm just before three and I was eager to unload my bag and do something, anything with Edward.

EPOV

Before we left the hostel, I insisted on checking my email. I hadn't heard from Alice in a little while and I was actually eager to see if she had emailed me back. I laughed when I saw the first line of her email. It was classic Alice.

Edward has a girlfriend… Edward has a girlfriend.

Jasper says congrats and Emmett asked and I quote 'have you hit that yet?' I don't care, so don't answer me. Mom and Dad left for L.A. for a few days, so we're having a house party tomorrow. It's a shame you're gonna miss it. I told Jessica you had a girlfriend and she totally blew a gasket. It was one of the funniest things I ever saw in my life, next to that night we drew all over Emmett in magic marker when he passed out on our pool table.

Anyways, tell me more about Denmark, where are you going next?

Alice

P.S. I want her email address. If you don't tell me, I'll have Tyson research it for me.

I wrote back a quick five line email about how we were now in Stockholm and that Copenhagen was fine, but I didn't give her nearly as much detail as Bella probably gave Angela. I also told her to leave Tyson, the computer genius who has a big crush one her, alone. There was no way I wanted Alice to get a hold of Bella, but I knew how persistent she could be. It was probably inevitable. Unfortunately, I didn't even know it. So I told Alice this and let her know I would follow up on it for her. She would hopefully back off for a little bit.

Our first night in Stockholm was kind of boring. We went to dinner and then hit a bar for a few drinks and dancing, but neither of us was feeling up to it, so we went back to our little room and made out in our bunk bed for several hours. When we woke up, it was almost noon and we had wasted the entire morning, Bella was pissed.

"Okay, let's shower and get out of here. I want to get to at least one of the galleries. They have a bunch of works by Matisse that I want to see, and I didn't come to Stockholm to spend two days in bed with you" she said sounding a bit bitter at the fact that we got up late. She practically pushed me out the door and down the hallway to the communal bathroom, which I was really starting to hate. I wished for once we could stay at a decent hotel where we didn't have to share a shower, unless it was with each other. Bella caught me daydreaming about that very thing a few hours later in Moderna Museet, while she was admiring a work by Salvador Dali. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"What I was thinking about, I shouldn't mention in public," I whispered seductively in her ear. I really hoped she'd want to find a secluded spot in the gallery and do a repeat of last night, but she moved onto the next painting.

"Do you ever have normal thoughts?" she asked with a smirk.

"My thoughts are completely normal for a nineteen year old man traveling through Europe with his sexy girlfriend, thank you very much," I said with a quick kiss to her exposed shoulder. Sweden was having a heat wave just like Denmark had, and I was very pleased by this because Bella's clothes were getting more revealing.

"Do you ever think about anything other than sex? We never even talked about sex for like the first week we were together, how did you handle it? I didn't see you having convulsions or anything," she said with a gentle laugh as she turned away from the painting to check for my reaction and response.

"I always thought about sex with you. Even on the first day when I saw you at JFK listening to your music and ignoring the fact that we had to get on the plane. How did I handle it? I figured if I kept mentioning it, you'd call Scotland Yard and I'd never get even remotely close to you, let alone in your pants, so I kept my thoughts to myself." I was being completely honest and she knew that. She leaned up and kissed me sweetly on my lips. It was tender, and for the first time I could tell she was feeling the same way about me that I was about her. She was falling in love with me. How else would she be able to put up with all my crap?

"You'll get in my pants eventually," she said with a sly seductive grin. I was taking what I could get, and that was definitely a promise of more in the future, so I would wait as patiently as I could.

"Were you always this aggressive with your girlfriends?" she asked a little while later as we wandered into another exhibit.

"What girlfriends?" I said with a laugh. She looked at me incredulously. "What?"

"You mean to tell me that in all your nineteen years, you Edward Cullen, have never had a girlfriend?"

"Well, unless you count Missy Thomas in the third grade, then no." This was going to be a long conversation. I should have gotten her back to our room and into bed before discussing this, then I could have distracted her from the topic altogether.

"I'm honestly your first girlfriend?" asked Bella as she looked at me, still a little shocked. No time like the present I suppose, so I decided to give Bella a little more insight into me.

"Yes. I never had a girlfriend before you. I had girls, not girlfriends. No one was ever serious. Remember, I am a privileged fuck up. Until you, girls were just something fun to look at, tease or play with for a few hours. Not to keep for long periods of time or do anything substantial with. Look at this way; to me girls were like video games. I would play them when I was high or drunk, but otherwise I couldn't care less." I was trying to be honest, but I think I just came across as a total asshole.

"You were an idiot," said Bella with a grin.

"I'm your idiot right?" I said, hopeful that the newfound information about me hadn't turned her off. She stopped for a moment and kissed me again, full on tongues and everything. She definitely loves me if she can make out with me after I practically admit I'm a narcissistic man whore.

"Yeah, and I like you just the way you are." She was practically beaming when she said this, which made me think I didn't deserve her. Of course I didn't deserve her. She was way too good for me. She was smart, sweet and sexy and every other positive adjective that started with the letter 's'.

We had one more night in Stockholm and we decided to visit somewhere I wanted to go to, the music museum. Bella had a good laugh when I told her there was a section on ABBA, but I didn't care. They had a ton of instruments, some of which you could even play. When we got in, I headed straight to the pianos, desperate to get my hands on some ivory keys. She just sat beside me as I worked out some of my stress through my music. This was how I handled being a Cullen. I played piano. Today I played until they were getting ready to close down the museum. Neither of us had even realized that we had been there for almost two hours.

"You know, every time you play, it seems like you play just for me," said Bella with a sheepish grin as she grabbed my hand and we left the museum. I kissed her head gently and we headed back towards our hostel, planning to get dinner along the way.

"So, where to next?" I asked curiously after we had eaten some delicious seafood at a small café. I had thought perhaps we'd head up to Finland or over to Norway. I wasn't sure what she had in mind though.

"Berlin?" she asked tentatively.

"Germany. I love beer and lederhosen, so let's go!"