Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.
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Edward had been gracious enough to wait in the hotel lobby while I showered and changed. Not that it would have bothered me if he oggled or gawped. A few days and he'd be seeing it all. I had nothing to hide.
I threw on white cotton pants and a black camisole top that clung to my flat stomach. It was the body part I was most proud of. I didn't work out and I ate whatever I liked.
Yes, I'm one of those bitches.
I grabbed a bag and put it over my shoulder so it went across my chest. It was always the safest way to carry belongings in my opinion.
Cellphone, keycard, cash and credit card and a condom. I think I was ready.
All will become clear with the condom.
I met Edward down at the lobby. He held out his arm and I stared.
"Take the arm, Bella. I'm your British tourguide remember, allow me to...tour... you," He raised an eyebrow, questioning what he was saying. I laughed.
"Come on then, feed me," I grinned and we walked outside into sunny London.
We walked in silence for what seemed like an hour. Edward pulled me onto a tour bus, he said if I only intended on coming to London once, this was the best way to see everything. We sat on the top, open deck and drove past Canary Wharf, London Bridge and past Big Ben, Westminster and the London Eye. Everything looked so... British.
Edward slid his arm around my lower back and leaned in close to whisper.
"I've got two tickets for the London Eye tomorrow night, you really can see everything from up there. Will you come?" He asked hopefully.
I leant my head back so I could see Edward, but not so close that our noses nearly touched.
"Yeah," I agreed, "Why not... could be fun," I convinced him and myself.
We got off the bus at somewhere known as Trafalgar Square. My stomach was raging.
"God, Bella, was that you?" Edward chuckled and nodded with a shy expression.
"Let's find somewhere quiet for brunch, I think we missed breakfast,"
"I blame you for playing tourguide," I teased. I'd loved every moment really. "But let's go somewhere busy for food," I suggested, though I wasn't really going to give him a choice in the matter.
"Busy? Isn't quiet better so we can talk,"
I shook my head insistantly.
"Somewhere busy, trust me," I winked.
Though I probably shouldn't have told him to trust me. If we got caught doing what I had planned, we could be arrested.
"Busy it is then," Edward nodded looking around.
He pointed in the direction of a diner type place and we headed in that direction. I was aware of the evident smirk on my face.
"What are you so happy about?" He asked.
"Nothing," I chirped innocently and walked through the door he held open.
We were led to a booth. I would have preferred a table in the middle of the room but this was fine too, it wouldn't leave Cullen too concealed.
I smiled happily to myself once we were seated and buried my face into the menu. I slipped off my ballet pump shoe and as if I was minding my own business, I rubbed my foot along the inside of Edward's leg. I giggled softly watching his entire body go rigid.
"Relax... or people will notice,"
"W-what are you doing?" He stammered, nervously.
"Call it training," I grinned, "Now relax," I demanded and watched Edward's shoulders untense.
I allowed my foot to continue it's journey along the inside of his leg, applying a little more pressure once I reached his thigh. My body contact only briefly broke with him when he felt the need to adjust in his seat.
"Are you feeling okay, Edward?" I asked sweetly.
"F-fine," He coughed out and stared up at the waitress who was now at our table awaiting our order.
She wasn't unfortunate looking, or at least in my opinion. Perhaps Edward's opinion was different. She had light blonde hair and her work blouse was a little tight around her tits, an area which she looked rather blessed in. Edward and I glanced over the menus, I moved the bottom of my foot, right against the growing bulge in his jeans, subtly moving my foot in a stroking motion.
"Mm!" Edward squeaked in surprise.
It was a struggle to stifle my laughter.
"I'm sorry, Sir, is there a problem?" Miss Big Boobs asked, concerned.
"Yes, Mr Cullen, is there a problem?" I tilted my head, amused, backing my foot away for the time being.
Edward inhaled a deep breath through his flusters and shook his head.
"No, I'm fine thankyou, I'll have a full English breakfast and a mug of tea," He asked, politely.
I liked that about Cullen. He was polite to everyone he came across, I couldn't say that I always had the same manner.
"And for you, Miss?"
"I'll have the same," I smiled.
I imagined this 'full English' was covered in grease, but who the hell cared?
As soon as the waitress walked away, I began rubbing my foot slowly against Edward's crotch again. The diner was busy, but it wasn't so loud that I couldn't hear Edward's groan.
"Fuck, Bella, what are you doing?"
I was getting what I wanted.
I succeeded too.
Rock hard.
"I told you, training,"
"How is almost jerking me off in a restaurant training?" He asked, utterly bewieldered.
"Tell me, Cullen," I smirked, putting on my best sultry working voice, "Do you think it's sexy when filming, or having sex with a beautiful woman full stop, to spend ages fiddling around with the condom?"
"Um... No?" Edward looked around him constantly, as if embarassed to be having this conversation. I distracted him once more with my foot.
"Ungh! Seriously, Bella," He grunted.
I couldn't let onto him that the sound of his arousal was making me squeeze my own thighs together.
The food was brought over quickly. Impressive was definitely one word for a full English breakfast. It had everything. Bacon, eggs, toast, fried mushrooms and grilled tomatoes, sausages and round black things I didn't know what they were. I gave them to Edward, they scared me.
Edward ate with one hand under the table, I could feel his hand against my foot everytime he adjusted his jeans, trying to get comfortable.
I bit into a slice of toast and started to tease him again. Once I'd finished the slice, I went into bag, pulling out the little foil packet.
"Ready?" I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows.
"For what?"
"To put this on before anyone sees you," I told him with a voice as if I was asking him to do something that was totally normal in public.
"What? Here?"
"Yes, Edward. Right here. On set, you gotta put this thing on before either of us lose our groove and it's not fun for the viewer to watch you wrap your dick," I told him bluntly.
"Do you have to say dick that loudly?" Edward mumbled, "We could get arrested for this, you know,"
"We won't, if you're quick enough,"
Edward sighed and look around. I heard the sound of his zipper tugging down. I fought off my urge to really touch him. Edward's palm was displayed in front of me and I smiled. I peeled the top off the condom wrapper and placed the little package in his palm.
"Remain calm and no-one will ever know," I whispered.
"Are you going to move your foot?"
"No way, some part of me has got to have a close up show," I laughed and sipped my mug of tea contently.
My eyes watched Edward the entire time. He sucked in a deep breath and I could tell he was lifting his hips to loosen his jeans and quickly shimmying down what I damn hoped were boxer shorts. He pulled them down so they covered my toes.
Dammit.
Yes, I'd been secretly hoping throughout brunch to cop a sneaky feel.
Edward's face remained straight, he only looked down beneath the table once. Five seconds later, his hips were lifting again and my foot was free. I slipped it back into my shoe and I heard his zipper fasten. Edward slammed his hands onto the table, empty wrapped between his fingers and grinned like a kid at Christmas.
"Do I pass, Miss Swan?" His grin turned into that familiar crooked smile, my inner Swan swooned.
Edward shuffled out of the booth and walked down to a seperate counter to pay the bill. I grabbed the condom wrapper and shoved it into my bag. I'd been risky, but I wasn't totally stupid by leaving behind the evidence.
Edward walked back over and stood directly in front of me. I could see his hard cock twitching and straining in his jeans.
Fuck...
"I can't walk around all day like this, Bella. Shall we go and hang out at the hotel?" He asked, his low voice singing to me while holding his hand out to me.
"I... Um..."
Jeez, Swan, what are you doing?
"C'mon, talking and hanging out, Bella, like you said. I'll make sure you keep your feet to yourself," He winked and I immedately took his hand.
Gulp!
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