Author's Notes:

So I finally reconnected with some peeps from the OWG yesterday. Seems like an eternity since I have been on there – Missed it loads…

I will be attempting my very first FULL BLOWN bit of lemonade very soon, so be very patient with me… I have given the bottle a good shake, and she's about to blow, people!!!!

Keep reading for a little lemon sauce, cos we are nearly there…

I know I got all hot and bothered just writing those last couple of citrus-y bits, so heaven alone knows what it will do to me, writing what I have planned for these two!

***ICE BUCKET AT THE READY***

My Moos-Meister… Sorry for the sauciness of all this. I'd like to think it's all about the romance still, but we both know whose influence I have been under recently, so go get her 'In Yer life' and give her a good slap round the chops from me!!!! (Oh, and you!!!)

Cullenbanger9, you'd best be running for the hills, luv!!!!! LMAO

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Chapter nine

'To be your friend was all I ever wanted; to be your lover was all I ever dreamed.'

~ Valerie Lombardo ~

EPOV

After I had been so rudely awakened by the hotel's automated wake-up call system, and managed to sort out my 'morning glory', thanks to some even more incredible visions of my exquisite Bella. I quickly showered, shaved and threw on some casual clothes; white skin-tight tee, black loose-fit jeans and my favourite pair of black and White checked Van's. I left my hair to do as it pleased, it usually did any way.

Breakfast was waiting for me in the lounge area, when I returned. I found Jasper sprawled on the sofa, eating a piece of toast and marmite, as he flicked through the TV stations.

I suddenly heard mention of the previous evening's disastrous premier…

'Stop, wait. I want to watch this.' I instructed, as SKY News Showbiz feature came on.

I poured myself a cup of proper English tea, grabbed a croissant and smeared it with some butter and marmalade, before making my way towards the sofa, and sinking into it as I carefully placed the cup on the table in front of me.

Funny how even though I had a supply of English tea sent across to me in LA on regular basis, it never quite tasted the same. Maybe it was the water..? The milk...? The climate..? Oh, hell, who knew?! But I know I needed a decent cuppa, and this was the first chance I had, had to get one.

Mmmmm….

I took a quick sip of the warming liquid, and I instantly relaxed with a large sigh…

I was just relaxing nicely into the squishy cushions, when the TV presenter's words caught my attention:

'It appears that our very own, home-grown 'hottie', Teddy Masen, had a very busy night last night. A competition winner, who had received tickets to his latest premier in London's Leicester Square, unfortunately tripped on her dress and fell in front of paparazzi, causing quite a stir. And it was a certain Mr. Masen who was the hero of the hour, running immediately to her aid, leaving in his wake a very stressed looking Tanya Denali....'

At this point the screen ran images of 'Kate's' fall in slow motion, running over and over again, then zooming in on her ankle, quickly followed by close-up of Tanya with a face like thunder.

I couldn't help but to have a quick chuckle at this…

'…Tanya was later seen leaving Stringfellows night club, with an unknown man on her arm, looking very cosy indeed as these pictures show…'

There followed more shots of the evenings events, but this time of Tanya and 'corridor guy' all over each other. Nothing that I hadn't already witnessed, so no surprised there.

'It seems all may not be well in the Masen/Denali camp.

We'll bring you the latest on juicy showbiz story just as soon as it unfolds. My name is Hannah Stott, and thank you for watching here on SKY news…'

Jasper looked at me, and I shrugged, smiling.

'Damage control?' I quizzed.

'I'm already on it. Called in a few favours, and we have managed to keep the majority of images out of the major tabloids, but there will be a lot of stories out there that we can't do anything about, but I'm doing my best here, man.'

I took another sip of my tea.

'I know you are, mate. That's all I ask. Just do the best you can. Oh, and can you get me Angela on the phone, I'm going to need to place an order.' I gave him my best cheeky grin, with a little twinkle in my eye!

Angela was married to another of our best buddies from University, Ben Cheney. Together they had opened a very exclusive and very expensive florist in the Knightsbridge area of London, and their work was incredible. They had, had a lot of good press, and did a lot of celebrity weddings and parties; constantly appearing within the folds of 'OK!' and 'Hello' Magazines. They also supplied Harrods on a daily basis. So if their flowers were good enough for Mohammed El Fayed, then they were good enough for me! If I ever needed to send anything to anyone, it was always through Angela… My agent's birthday, Jasper's parent's anniversary, Mother's day. They never disappointed!

Twenty minutes later, Jasper handed me his phone. 'I have Angela on the line awaiting your instruction…'

'Thanks, man… Hey, Ang!' I said in a chirpy voice. 'How are things with you?'

'Good thanks, Edward…' So nice to be called Edward by someone other than Jasper. It had been a while. '…What can I do for you?' She asked.

'Well, I need you to make me up the most amazing bouquet of flowers…' I paused for a brief moment, but I knew I could trust her, so I continued. '…For someone very special. She's in hospital, and I need you to get these to her today, as soon as possible.'

'Sounds intriguing…' Her voice sounded genuinely interested. '…Are you going to spill the beans? Exactly how special is she Edward? Are we talking very special, or VERY, VERY special?!' She was teasing me now.

'Definitely the latter.' I said chuckling down the receiver.

'In-ter-es-ting…' She said, making sure she pronounced each and every syllable. 'I think I might have to deliver this one myself… So what did you have in mind?'

'Daisies! Lots and lots of daises! They sum her up perfectly.' I still had this childish image in my head of Bella sat in the rec opposite the school at Kilderton. She would lie next to me in the grass in the early summer months, making line after line of daisy-chains.

'Edward please wear this. I made it especially for you… If you really are going to be the prince that rescues me all the time, you have to have a crown. Look I'm wearing mine. I guess that makes me a real princess now I have a crown!' She giggled.

'Bella, you will always be my princess – Crown or no crown, who cares?! But as you went to so much trouble, here...' I carefully placed the lovingly made chain on my head. 'So what do you think? I am I handsome now?'

'Un, uh!' She laughed shaking her head at me.

So she was playing it like that, was she?!

'No? I am NOT your handsome prince?!' I said in a mocking tone. 'We'll see about that Isabella Marie Swan!!!' And with that, I grabbed hold of her at the waist and began an almighty tickle-fest, rolling us over and over in the grass.

'OK, OK!!!!' She squealed in delight. 'I give up, I give up!!!! You are the most handsomest prince that ever lived!!! Happy now?!'

'But am I your handsome prince, Bella, cos that's all that matters?' I looked at her with all seriousness.

'Always, Edward. You are my handsome prince… You always will be.' And I knew her reply to be true…

I smiled, and sighed at the memory, before Angela pulled me from my thoughts.

'One small problem, though… Daisies are not in season at the moment. It might difficult to get hold of them, they tend to be early summer flowers, Edward, and you do realise it's now September?'

Did she just say September? Bella's birthday is September…

'Angela, what's the date today?' I asked in a panicked tone.

'14th September, why?'

SHIT!

She had fallen and broken her ankle, and suffered the humiliation of doing so, all in front of the press, and on her birthday of all days!

So plan to make it up to her was going to have to be a stellar one! I would have to pull out all the stops. But first she was going to have to rest, and mend that injured ankle of hers. I would ensure that she had a calm, relaxing environment in which she could do so, and I knew the perfect place…

'No reason… But I want you to pull out all the stops on this one, Angela. I don't care what it costs, but I need daisies, they have to be daisies!' I almost ranted.

'Ok, ok, Edward. I will see what I can do. If the man wants daisies, he gets daisies! YEESH!' Then she laughed down her end of the phone.

'Adda girl, Ang! I knew you wouldn't let me down, you never do!'

After going over the details of the message, and letting her know where to deliver the bouquet, I quickly chatted to Ben, who had heard many times me raving about my childhood with the beautiful Bella. I filled him in on the details, before asking him to let Angela in on everything. Of course I swore them both to secrecy.

I needed to call Mrs Larson. It had been a while…

Mrs Larson had worked for our family for as long as I could remember. I rang and asked her to make preparations… She was surprised by this sudden announcement, but was very pleased indeed to hear what I had to tell her.

I had a very busy schedule for the next few days, but after that, I had a well-earned break due. It was the first time in about six months that I was able to grab some time-off, and the timing could not have been better!

An hour later, I received a text message from Angela:-

E

Everything done to your specifications –

So expect a VERY large bill, LOL!!!

She's beautiful Edward.

She was sleeping when I delivered the flowers…

Did you know that she talks about you in her sleep?

Can't wait to get a proper introduction.

Good luck!

A

x

Fuck! Was she talking about me – Again?

Whilst Jasper spent the morning re-scheduling everything for the next few days, I made myself useful, by organising a few things for my Bella.

'Pixie' finally came through with Bella's account details, (via Jasper, of course!) so I quickly organised a monthly credit for her. Hopefully by the time she realised it wasn't her boss putting the money into her account, it would be too late for her to do anything about it.

After calling the hospital and putting my very best Teddy Masen negotiating skills to the test, I managed to get the low-down as to how soon they would be discharging 'Kate'.

They said that all being well, they could release her as early as tomorrow, providing she had someone to take care of her at home. (I would certainly guarantee that!)

I organised for Emmett to collect her from the hospital with Alice, just as soon as we had more information on the time of discharge.

A few more calls were made to confirm everything I planned, I then spoke to Alice, who was completely overwhelmed by what I had up my sleeve, but giggled hysterically at the notion. She promised to keep quiet, and to organise for some of her friend's things, as well as her own to be brought to the hospital.

I knew Jasper would really appreciate some 'alone-time-in-a-cupboard' with 'pixie, and if nothing else, where we were going they had plenty of cupboards at their disposal! Besides, I knew that Bella would need a friend on hand…

I seemed to spend almost all of the day on the phone. If not making preparations, then discussing things with my agent, (who, as it turned out, seemed genuinely relieved that I had got shot of Tanya. This, I must admit took me by surprise, as it was her who had encouraged me to be with Tanya in the first place. Although I think she had finally realised just how 'high maintenance' she was – Phew!)

Jasper headed to the hospital later that evening to meet with Alice, and was then planning on taking her on their first date.

Ahhhh…. 'Aint love grand?!

I was left in the hotel suite still tying up some loose ends, in order to clear the way for some 'Bella-time', and unfortunately that meant doing a couple of interviews that evening; firstly with a magazine, and secondly a radio station… It was going to be a long night, and I was desperate to see her, but I knew I had to be patient… Then she would be mine, all mine.

The following day, was even more hectic, but I ploughed on with my manic timetable hoping that if I threw myself into work, that maybe our time apart would go faster… But it didn't. Anything but. I did however keep in constant touch with Jasper and Alice, and that reassured me.

I would be with her very soon…

BPOV

Day two in my hospital bed really dragged, and I couldn't make sense of what had actually happened and what my mind had made-up. The pain killers were very strong and made me feel very sick and groggy, so maybe they were the cause of my confusion? The dreams? The Feelings?

Alice spent most of the day giggling into her phone and jumping up and down, as she was constantly in touch with Jasper - Her hand seemed permanently glued to it! She popped home at lunchtime, then came back just before five pm, so that she could spend a couple of hours with me before heading out on her 'hot date' with Jasper. I spent most of the day drugged up on pain medication, so it didn't matter too much whether she was there or not really, as half the time I was too doped up to notice anyway!

She was like a kid at Christmas, and to say she was excited would be an understatement – Jasper was taking her to The Ivy for dinner, then he arranged for a box at a West End show… 'Chicago'. (Mmmmm, let me think… Lots of scantily clad women writhing round a stage? I had a feeling that the box may end up seeing a little more action than necessary, if Alice had anything to do with it!)

GO TEAM ALICE!!!!

The following day, after discussing the plan of action with my doctor, he finally agreed to my being discharged, providing that I had someone to take care of me, and that I left with the necessary pain relief.

Alice had arranged to take some time off work, and promised the doctor that I would be in good hands. (I don't know what I would do without her sometimes.)

By the time all the necessary paperwork had been signed, and all the prescriptions had been filled it was past six pm, and it was starting to get dark outside.

'Did you manage to order a cab?' I enquired, as Alice wheeled me way too fast towards the exit doors.

'Not exactly… But I do have something sorted, transport-wise.' She was giggling for some reason, and I was curious to know why.

'Alice, what's going on?' But before she had a chance to answer my question, she had wheeled me out of the doors, and into the noisy evening. I could hear all the familiar sounds of London; sirens blaring, horns tooting, and lorries and buses driving by. To most people, these sounds were a nightmare, but to me, after spending the last few days hold up in a hospital bed, they were actually a comforting sound.

We turned a corner and there on the pavement stood who I could only assume to be Jasper, next to a large black Mercedes with blacked-out windows. Alice giggled even more as soon as she saw him.

'Your carriage awaits, M' lady.' He winked, and then bowed down, and I couldn't help but give a little chuckle.

'What's going on? What are you two up to? Alice, do you care to introduce me? This wouldn't by any chance be 'cupboard-guy' would it?' I was smirking now, as Alice walked passed me in my wheelchair, and took Jasper's hand, just as both of them flushed the colour of beetroots.

After giving Alice's hand a tight squeeze and a little peck on the lips, he finally turned to me. 'Guilty as charged, M'am!' And then he winked, and we all fell about laughing.

'So… What's the plan? Are you taking me home?' But as I spoke, Alice starting looking a little guilty, and started to fidget.

'Home….? In a sense of the word, yes, we are taking you home. But Bella, do me a favour… Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies! Let's just leave it at that for now. All will soon become clear, I promise, but until then, you are just going to have to trust me, ok? Tonight my sweetie, is a surprise! And you, are going to LOVE IT!!!!!' She was still gripping Jasper's hand, but now she was jumping up and down, doing her very best impersonation of Tigger!

I felt very nervous, and my stomach was in knots, as I was helped into the rather extravagant looking Mercedes.

'Hey there!' Said a voice from up front. 'My name's Emmett, and I will be your chauffeur for this evening. Very pleased to meet you, Miss.'

'You also,' I replied, 'but would you mind telling me where we're headed?'

'Sorry, miss. I'm not at liberty to say.' I folded my arms and sat back against the back seat with a rather large 'Huff!'.

Sulky Bella had come out to play. She didn't like being left out of the loop.

Jasper and Alice sat opposite me in the car, which perhaps wasn't the best move, as the pain medication that I had taken half an hour before was kicking in, and so was the nausea along with it. They couldn't keep their hands off each other!!!

Young Love…

I really was very happy for them.

Forty minutes or so passed, and I was starting to feel more and more woozy, as the pain relief started to do its business, but I managed to keep my eyes open enough to notice that we had followed a road close to the south of the river Thames, and were heading in an easterly direction. Where the hell are we going?

We followed the road nearer and nearer to Greenwich, and then passed very close to the Millennium Dome, now known to us as the O2.

The road suddenly went down, and we sped down through the Blackwall Tunnel, and underneath the river, before coming out the other side. I was still none the wiser as to our destination…

The car soon after came to a gentle halt.

'Here we are.' Said Emmett's booming voice. 'Have a safe flight, now.'

Flight? Did he just say flight?

HOLY HELL!

'Alice, what in god's name is going on?!! And please explain what we are doing at London City Airport?!!' The penny had finally dropped as I suddenly realised where we must be. I was doing my utmost to sound pissed off with her, but I was so sleepy now, that my words were a little on the slurred side. (Much like they were on a Saturday night out with Alice!)

'Just shut your cake-hole, and go with it, ok? Please… For me?! You are soooo going to love it!' She said as she helped me from the car, and into a waiting wheelchair.

(Thought of everything, hadn't they?!)

I was so confused and tired by this point, I decided to just go with it, and trust that she knew what she was doing – And the one thing I knew above everything else: She might be a mad, hair-brained nutcase, but she was my mad, hair-brained nutcase, and I trusted her implicitly!

Ten minutes later, and she was pushing across a tarmac runway towards a small jet!

What the fuck?!!!!

'Alice, are you going to tell me yet?' I knew her answer, but I thought I would give it one last ditch attempt…

'NOPE!!!'

Fine!!! We'd do it her way.

All I knew was that I was about to climb onboard a private jet in London, heading off to who-knows-where, and that it obviously had something to do with Teddy Masen.

I was still behaving like a sulking child as we clabbered aboard, but inside my stomach was churning with excitement, despite feeling very sleepy.

Would I be seeing him again soon?

I truly hoped so.

We fastened our seatbelts as requested, then sat back ready for take off.

It was a very small plane. Was it even safe? I bloody well hoped so!!!

We took off into the night air, and it took my breath (and my stomach), away… The view was incredible as we climbed higher and higher over the river Thames, with all the evening lights twinkling below. Our country's capital and all its breathtaking landmarks disappeared slowly beneath us.

It wasn't long before the hum of the plane's engines, and the pain killers I had taken, lulled me into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

The dreams eventually came, and he starred solely in them once more.

'I'm here, my Bella. I will look after you. Sleep my darling, sleep. That's right… I'm going no where. I'm here to stay.'

I felt the warmth of a body pressed against me. I felt arms winding around me, pulling me closer…

Oh, how I loved these dreams.

I hoped they would never end, but soon the dream faded, as my sleep deepened.

EPOV

I finally finished my last interview, and felt exhausted. I hadn't slept much in the past seventy-two hours, snatching short moments here and there, and I looked like hell because of it.

The plane had done its flight and doubled-back to London to collect me.

I was about to board the plane when I received a text from Jasper:-

E

Arrived safely – Good flight.

Bella fell asleep on the plane, and hasn't woken up since.

I carried her up to Rosie's room,

Hope that's ok?

She still has no idea…

Alice is psyched for her!!!

Dude - So many cupboards, so little time!

C U soon.

J

My stomach did a flip at the thought of where she now was, and the fact that she still had no idea. I hoped very much that she would stay sleeping until my arrival, as I wanted so badly to gauge her response. I had a feeling it would give me so much pleasure to be witness to it.

I tapped back a response: -

J

Man, you and Alice deserve a break, you have worked

miracles to pull this off, so thanx –

I O U!!!

E

P.S. Enjoy the cupboards, just stay away from mine!

Just over two hours later, I ran up the stairs two at a time, and headed for her door. I tapped lightly, but heard no response, so I pushed it gently open…

My princess!

I walked as quietly as I could over the creaking floorboards until I reached her bedside.

(Unfortunately for me, this one noisy-ass house!)

I leaned down towards her face and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. This stirred some response from her, but it was past two am, and I really wanted to let her sleep, so I gently clambered in Rosalie's dark-oak four-poster bed, and snuggled under the covers beside her, pulling her into me.

Mmmmm…

I was truly home – In every sense of the word.

Sleep took me quickly and it was welcome; it had been an exhausting few days…

BPOV

Mmmmm… I could feel those strong arms wrapped around me! Those soft lips pressed into my neck, his heated, moist breath escaping his lips – washing over my rapidly burning skin.

Ooh, how I loved feeling this way, it was like being in heaven and I could stay like this for hours….even days.

'Mmmmmmmm…' I heard a soft moan come from behind me, followed by a sudden grinding into my rear. Oh, my!!!!

I could feel the warm, wetness of my excited 'self' gathering between my legs. He was doing this to me… He was making me feel this way, uuuuhhhhhh!

His touch sent shivers through my body and then without warning, I felt 'him' pushing against my bottom.

What the… Dear-god-in-heaven? Is that thing for real? Did they really make them this big and hard?

Ooooohhh!!! – (Inner self blushes at the thought…)

The next thing I knew, I felt him touch me, his hands were strong and manly, yet the finger tips seemed to dance over my body as they worked their way across my stomach, and slowly… Oh - soooo slowly… Tantalisingly slowly, sneaked their way up to the swell of my breasts and I couldn't help but bite my lip as they grazed over each of my nipples.

'Unnnngh!' A brief note of appreciation escaped my lips, as I pushed my ass into his rock-hard cock, standing proudly to attention - just for me, and only me. What a good boy!

As my body pressed against him it seemed to give him further encouragement!

His hands worked expertly over each of my breasts; working me into a complete frenzy of pleasure…he seemed to know just how to touch me. Then before I could think any further, he slowly worked his long defined fingers over the top of my nipples, which had grown so hard with anticipation, they were like two hard bullets. He slowly began tweaking and rubbing them, slowly building more and more enthusiasm, taking me closer and closer to the edge. I could not help but to release little moans and gasps with each little nip and pinch. The more I did this the more attention his hands seemed to give me. So I opened the flood-gates and let the noises flow freely; inviting him to play with me some more.

One hand slowly began to travel down towards my flat belly and then pulled me in closer to him. He started grinding hard into me from behind, thrusting his huge cock between the crease of my ass, making contact with only the thin white cotton of my knickers; obviously desperate for more and more friction.

The hand on my belly gradually worked lower, and eventually brushed underneath the hem of my knickers.

My breath caught in my throat for a moment, and my eyes stayed closed, but rolled back as I moaned.

He took my sounds as a sign of encouragement, his fingers brushed lower still into my dark, bristled hair; they worked and rubbed their down to find the centre of my heat, my fire!

Mmmmm… That's it. Good boy – stoke my boiler, please!

I couldn't concentrate…..my mind was all over the place as he worked his fingers over my body. I wanted…no I craved more, this was just what I needed and I loved every second of it!

I sighed and moaned as his hand pushed further down my body, finally discovering my aching, pulsing core.

One finger lightly brushed my clit and I felt like I was going to explode right there, I pushed against his finger, wanting more…wanting him to play with it, to tease it just like he had my nipples.

'Oh, yeah… Soooo wet for me, all for me.' His voice was deep, and his breaths ragged, as he slipped two of his 'magical' fingers deep inside, sliding back and forth with great ease… He worked into me, so deep, heightening this pleasure from the inside out.

'Ohh, ohh, ohh...' But I couldn't get my stuttered gasps under control…

What I was now experiencing was turning my brain to complete and utter mush!

What's happening? Oh! But I don't care; it feels too good to care!

Where am I? What's he trying to do to me? Oh… Who gives a fuck, I mean, ohmygod, ohmygod, what the hell did he just do with those fingers, arrrgh!!!!!!!!

My god, he's the most incredible magician that ever lived!

Move over David Blaine!!!

His fingers stroked and pressed gently upwards, slowly curling around inside my hot wet middle, stroking, rubbing… First, slow and gentle, but then with more fervour as my moans increased, and my voice became possessed, with some kind of inner demon, screaming my pleasure…

'Fuck! Fuck, so good, mmmmmm! Don't stop; please don't stop, oh, oh, oh!!!'

'That's it, my Bella… Do it for me, baby. Come so hard for me my princess, oh… You're so close, baby… Do it for me, Iwant you to come right now baby, let me get you there… So good, so fucking good… All of you… Every last inch of your glorious fucking body, and your tits… They are so hard, so erect, just for me.' Tweak. 'For only me,' tweak. 'My Bella. Oh, yes - Now come for me. Just… Like… That!!!!! ' A couple more thrusts of his incredible 'magic' fingers, and some frantic strokes of my clit and…

Abra-'fucking'-cadabraaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

OHHOLYCRAPPP!!!!!!!

'Oh, my Edward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' I screamed out in complete and utter ecstasy. As he tipped me completely and utterly over the precipice, into paradise.

Wait?! Did I just experience my very first orgasm?!!! Oh!!! It's even better that I have dared to dream… Better than chocolate!

(Did I just say better than chocolate? Why, YES I DID!!!!! Haa, haa haa!!!!!)

My mind at that second was completely incoherent, and I couldn't think of anything at all, except for him and the incredible things he had to done to my body and mind, that made me feel this way… I had NEVER felt this way before, and it was completely overwhelming. I never imagined it would feel this good.

His fingers still stroked, but shorter gentler strokes, as my whole body quivered as I came back to planet 'Me', and down from my high.

'You liked that, didn't you?' He whispered hotly into the side of my neck, between little kisses, caresses and sucks that he was placing there right beneath my ear.

He already had me 'hot-n-bothered' and 'gagging' for more, and the more he talked, the more turned on I got.

'I love you getting all hot and wet for me.' His voice was deep, as he spoke in dark tones which reverberated through the top of my body. 'I could hear you, feel you clamping hard around me… Let me take you there some more, princess. Feel me in you, stroking you. Only you.' He quickened his pace, slipping easily in-and-out, causing more and more moans, and sounds of appreciation from my lips. 'Why don't you come again for me, my love..?'

Within seconds, two more, successive orgasms came crashing down upon me. All the while his 'dirty-talk', combined with his loving whispers floated down around me.

Oh, thankyou, thankyou thankyou!!!!!!!

I had no idea who I was thanking, but it seemed like the right thing to do… I had to show some appreciation to the gods for creating such a wonderful creature.

I must have done something right in a previous life to have deserved this. Even though it was a dream…

Wait?! It was a dream, wasn't it? Well if it was a dream then I was going to make the most of it!

EPOV

I woke slowly from THE single most incredible dream I have ever had in my entire life…

…With a massive boner to boot!!!

It had seemed so real…it felt real…it seemed real, I mean it even smelled real…

'Shit…' I whispered quietly to myself, as I realised I was well and truly wrapped around my Bella, pressing my gigantic hard-on into her ass cheek.

Realisation suddenly dawned, and the panic set it.

It hadn't been a dream! It really did happen! I had just done that to her while we were lying there.

But would she remember being attacked from behind, and how would she react in the cold light of day? Would she mind my midnight seduction?

I truly hope not, the thoughts in my mind raced of how she may react and feel because of my actions and what I should say to her.

It was my full intention to do that to her again and again… That and so, so much more.

My dick twitched at the thought.

I could not let her see me like this - That was for sure…

Our reunion as Edward and Bella, could not, would not be this way.

(No more Teddy and Kate… I would sure as hell, throw those masks away! Inside my soul was smiling at the thought of my forthcoming emancipation.)

I took a deep breath, and very gently de-tangled my body from hers, without her waking. Then I plumped the pillow where my head had been, and pulled the covers back up on the side where I had laid.

I escaped the bedroom, quietly shutting the door, and rushed towards the bathroom; but I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks, after hearing a sudden moan… I listened again. 'Oh, Jasperrrrr! Oh, right there, just like that!!! YES!!! Oh!!!' It was coming from the hallway cupboard.

Oh jeez!!!!

I'd deal with them later, but first I had an urgent matter to take into my own hands…

Oooh, OME!!!!! Now I feel like such a bad, dirty girl!!!! (Jess, this is all your fault!!!! Grrrrrrr!!!!!) I wish Edward would work his magic-fingers on ME!!!!! He'd get a shock if he pulled my 'rabbit' out of his hat!!! LMAO!!!

If you liked my little taster lemon, keep reading 'cos there's so much more to come, please let me know what you think – I love to know how I am doing.

Thanks to my Sam's little additions, plus Carly's fashion knowledge – YOU GUYS ROCK!!!! (See you in Brussels, bitches!!!!!)

I think I need ice, now – Buckets loads of it!!!!!!!!!!!

Muah muah muah B xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx