DISCLAIMER: ALL THINGS TWILIGHT BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER!

A/N: Thanks to my fabulous beta and friend, Justine, you are the frosting on my cupcake!

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EPOV

Oh, God! Bella is exquisite!

I will never get enough of her beautiful body.

Her petite frame is moving on top of me, her hips rolling gently under my fingers. Her tiny hands move along my chest as we rock together. I want to make her scream. I want her to scream my name till she has no strength left.

I pull her tighter against me, gripping her harder – thrusting deeper.

She's whimpering now; I want to whimper myself because she feels so damn good around me.

I feel her muscles begin to contract, and my dick jumps with every squeeze.

I run my hands up to Bella's breasts, enjoying the weight in my hands as they jiggle and bounce.

"Oh, God, Edward! Harder!" She's begging me, and I moan.

I didn't think anything could make her sexier; Lord, was I wrong!

I grip her tighter, pulling her even harder against me, causing her to moan louder and her fingers to dig into my chest.

"Edward! Yes! Oh, Edward! Yes! Yes!"

That's what I wanted to hear from my girl! Her, screaming my name in ecstasy.

My own release hits me like a freight train, and I hold tight to Bella as we ride out our orgasms.

I pull her to me, kissing every inch of her I can reach.

My fingers push through her thick, luscious hair, brushing it from her face. "I love you so much, Bella."

She smiles sweetly at me, but, God, I long to hear her say those three words back to me.

In just a matter of minutes, Bella is asleep next to me; her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest.

I'm tired, but my brain is still wide awake, reflecting over the last month.

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The intervention was really a breaking point for Bella. Everything is so different now.

She is softer…her hard edges virtually gone.

It took Rosalie and me a lot of convincing, but we were able to get Bella to start regular therapy sessions.

I attended the first session with her, and her therapist said it was the most crucial time - she was pretty much an open wound , so great care and lots of TLC were required.

No problems with the TLC part. There is nothing I wouldn't do for Bella, and I think she is really starting to see that.

The therapy is hard on her; she is always tense after a session. I try to make sure I can always be available when she comes from one of her therapy sessions.

Most times I just hold her and tell her how proud I am of her and how much I love her.

There have been several times when I thought she would return my sentiment, but she always just smiles sweetly and kisses me.

Not that I'm complaining – Bella is a wonderful kisser. But someday, I hope she can let me into her heart.

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"Bella, can you please stop fidgeting, you're driving me nuts!"

I can't believe one woman can wiggle so much.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous." The slight tremor in her voice confirms her nerves.

I bring her hand to my lips, brushing light kisses across her fingers. "Don't worry, love, not too much longer till we land."

Bella's musical laughter fills the space around us. "I'm not afraid of flying, Edward. I'm nervous about the trip."

I cock an eyebrow at her, wondering what is going through that head of hers.

"This is the first time we'll be spending time together non-stop. Maybe I'll drive you crazy, and you won't want to be with me anymore."

It's so hard for me not to bust up laughing right now, but I know that will be really bad for her fragile self esteem.

I take hold of her chin and gently force her eyes to meet mine. "That will never happen, Bella."

I press my lips to hers, taking her perfect bottom lip between mine.

She relaxes noticeably into me, and I can't help but smile, knowing that I have this kind of effect on her.

"Aren't you excited to be spending two weeks with me?" I ask her.

I'm answered with a brilliant smile. "Of course. You won't have to work much, will you?"

That full bottom lip pokes out in a fake pout that goes straight to my dick. I stifle a groan. When does this plane land?

"No, baby, just the first couple days. We are meeting a friend of mine at a pub tonight, then two, three days at most, of taking photos around Edinburgh. After that, we'll fly up to Inverness; from there we'll drive to Loch Assynt. I've got us booked at a place called Ruddyglow Park Guest House. My parents stayed there a couple years ago for their anniversary, and they loved it."

Bella gives me an unsure look. "You didn't spend too much, did you?"

I lean in to kiss her again, hoping to distract her from this line of questioning. I don't want anything to spoil our trip.

I have spent quite a bit on the places we are staying, but I don't really want her knowing that.

It took so much convincing to get her on this trip; I just want us to have a fun time.

"No, love, I didn't spend too much. Now stop worrying, we're here to have fun."

I kiss her slow and deep, hoping that she can feel how much I love her.

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"Bella." I shake her gently, not wanting to startle her. "Bella, baby, wake up. We're landing."

She is so beautiful. Even now, when she is scrunching up her face at the idea of waking up, she is breathtaking.

I lean forward to press my lips to her throat, loving the feel of her warm skin against my mouth.

Her hands run into my hair, holding me to her. I make my way up to her jaw and finally to her lips. "Time to wake up, sleepy head."

Bella makes a low humming noise in her throat. I wonder if she knows the effect those sounds have on me.

Bella starts moving her hand up my knee, and as much as I want her to keep going, I need to remember we are still on the plane.

I laugh as Bella sighs loudly. "You better make it up to me later, Mr. Cullen."

There is no way I'm letting her get the last word in. I graze my lips up to her ear. "You have no idea all the things I want to do to you."

Bella is just gaping at me as I stand to remove our carry-on bags.

"You are so on, Edward!"

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I really love Edinburgh. It is such a beautiful city, embracing both the modern and historic attributes.

I point out buildings and landmarks to Bella as we drive through the city. I'm excited to see her taking a real interest in what I'm saying, I know she could really use some time to relax, and I hope this trip will be a step forward for us.

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Bella gasps beside me as we step into our suite at the Apex City Hotel in the Old Town area of Edinburgh.

"Edward! How much did you spend on this?"

I pull her against me, kissing her firmly on the lips. "Don't worry about it, love. Let's just have a nice time. Please don't think about the cost of everything."

She mumbles out, "Fine," around my lips as I continue to kiss her.

I flop down on the bed while Bella checks everything out.

"Oh, Edward, you can see Edinburgh Castle from our room."

I prop myself up on my elbows to see Bella excitedly pulling back the curtains to look out the window. "Why don't you come relax with me," I say as I extend my hand out to her.

Bella turns from the window and crawls across the bed to me.

She hovers over me, her beautiful hair falling all around me as she moves her lips to my neck. "This is beautiful, Edward, thank you."

"Anytime, love."

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"Come on, Bella, it will be fine. You promised your therapist to work on your phobia of eating out." Bella is stalling in the doorway of The Royal McGregor Pub, looking nervous. "Baby, I promise no one is going to do anything weird to your food. Will you at least try? Please…for me?"

Bella nods and allows me to lead her into the crowded pub. I spot my friend immediately and proudly pull Bella over to show her off.

"Alastair, this is my girlfriend, Bella. Bella, this is Alastair. We go way back. He's actually the one who asked me to come here and take some pictures of the city for his magazine."

We all sit down and order a round of drinks as we glance over the menu. Bella keeps flipping hers back and forth, and I know she is trying to decide her safest option.

I squeeze her knee gently and give her a reassuring smile. She turns pink as she leans into me and whispers, "Sorry."

Dinner is going well; the three of us talk easily. Alastair is quite curious about Bella and how she managed to snag me, since he only knows me as a terminal bachelor.

I just smile and say, "I was waiting for someone special, and Bella more than fits the bill."

I'm pleased to see her blush at my compliment. I hope she knows how much she means to me.

She knows I love her, but does she realize how much she fills me up – makes me whole? I want her to know these things, but now is not the time.

I'm sure an opportunity to tell her will present itself.

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We're up bright and early the next morning, before the sun is up, in order to make it to Edinburgh Castle.

The view from Argyle Battery is spectacular, and I want to get some sunrise pictures of the city.

Bella is huddling next to me as I set up my camera by the battery wall. I take fifty shots of the city before I turn my lens to Bella.

"Stop, Edward. Don't take my picture."

Bella is stunning – the morning breeze is whipping her hair around her face and shoulders. And the way the early morning rays hit her skin, she almost appears to glow.

I manage to get a few shots of her, looking down or slightly away - even one of her shyly looking at me over her shoulder.

We spend the rest of the day walking the streets of the City Centre, and I take hundreds of photos of the Parliament Building, St. Giles Cathedral, and the Palace of Holyrood House.

Bella is like a different person: she is laughing and joking - snuggling up against me, giving me little feathery kisses.

It's so nice to be with her like this, just enjoying ourselves, nothing hanging over our heads.

We spend the evening in quiet conversation at the hotel restaurant and bar. Bella's feeling relaxed enough that she doesn't even worry about ordering off the menu.

The following day I send Bella to the spa while I head to Alastair's office to show him the shots I got.

Then I spend the rest of the day with Bella, looking at The Royal Museum of Scotland and doing a bit of shopping.

BPOV

I'm stunned by the beauty of the countryside as we zip along the road out from Inverness.

I want to press my face to the window so I can soak up as much of the landscape as possible.

Edward is practically bouncing in his seat as he drives, excitement rolling off him.

Truthfully, I'm a bit excited myself - I've never been on a romantic getaway, and the thought of being secluded in the countryside with Edward sends chills through my body.

This next week and a half promises to be some of the best days of my life.

The sight before me is positively idyllic. The stone cottage we pull up to sits amongst beautiful gardens that overlook Loch Assynt.

"Edward! This is magnificent! It's like a postcard!" I kiss him quickly on the lips before I hop out of the car to start exploring.

Everything is so quaint and typically cottage-like – I love it!

I make us a simple dinner in the evening; it's nice to be back in a kitchen. Edward has a few phone calls to make after dinner, so I take the opportunity to ready myself for bed.

Alice and I went on numerous shopping expeditions before this trip. She kept insisting I needed loads of new lingerie.

So tonight I select a lovely cream-colored silk night gown with spaghetti straps that falls past my knees.

The full moon is shining in the window, allowing me to look out onto the heather covered moors.

I am so lost in the vision before me I don't hear Edward behind me till his warm hands are on my shoulders and his lips are on my neck.

His hands are move down my arms, slowly…gently, causing me to tingle with pleasure.

He moves his hands down to mine, his fingers lacing with my own. "You are so beautiful in the moonlight, Bella."

One of his hands moves back to my shoulder, where his lips are still soft on my skin.

Edward is sliding the strap of my nightgown down my arm while he is pulling me into him and toward the bed.

His lips are trailing a warm, wet path from one shoulder to the other.

I can feel the desire in his lips building as his kisses become harder, more impatient.

I take advantage of his loosening grip and turn to face him.

My lips are like a magnet to his. Desire is boiling in my blood.

I effortlessly undo the buttons of his shirt, my hands eagerly pushing the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms.

Edward's hands guide the night gown down my back and over the swell of my ass, until it pools at my feet, leaving me completely bare.

Edward takes a step backward, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh.

"Perfect." His voice is low, heavy with lust.

He continues to move, pulling me down on top of him as he sits on the bed.

"Bella…" His voice cuts off as his lips caress my neck, and move down to my breasts.

His mouth hungrily sucks my nipple, and I arch my back, forcing more of my breast between his lips.

Edward's hands are clutching me tightly to him as we grind hard against each other.

I push myself back from him, enough to pop open the button of his pants.

My fingers pull back the material of his boxers to expose pre-cum glistening on his tip. I slide down to my knees, pulling his jeans with me, exposing his beautiful, full erection.

I'm nervous as I press my lips to his silky head, I've never done this for him before, but the hungry look in his eyes tells me how much he wants this.

I trace my tongue up one side of his shaft, around the head and down the other side.

I hear Edward moaning deep in his throat with my touch.

My lips move easily over him, taking more of his length in my mouth, pressing his firm head into my tongue.

Edward's moans fill my ears as my lips work up and down his length, sucking, caressing.

I'm surprised by how much I like seeing him like this - arms stretched out behind him, head thrown back, his muscled body laid out before me.

My hands slide up and down his abs before settling on his hip bones, my head continuing to bob over him.

"Bella…," Edward mumbles.

I increase my tempo, wanting him to come undone at my hands.

"Bella…please come to me."

"You don't want me to finish?" I'm a bit crestfallen; I thought he was enjoying himself.

Edward pushes himself till he is upright on the bed. His hand clasps mine, pulling me to him. "Bella, I want to bury myself in you. I want you writhing beneath me. I want you to feel how much you own me."

Edward's words burn inside me, making my heart clench.

I wish I could be more for him. He deserves to be adored, maybe in time I can give him that. I lay myself out before Edward, beckoning to him. His lean body moves over mine with slow, perfect grace, settling himself between my legs. He enters me slowly, but I can feel the strength his body holds, and it thrills me.

Our eyes never break contact as we move together; our bodies rejoice in the other's.

Emotion is breaking over me in waves, like I have never felt before – aching and pulsing in my heart.

What is this man doing to me?

I can feel my defenses breaking with each push of him inside me – dissolving, leaving me open…exposed.

Strangely, I don't feel alone with this revelation, because I know Edward is here to catch me…to hold me up.

Pleasure courses through my body, not only from the beautiful man whose body fills mine, but from his tender heart he has so willingly given me.

Edward's name falls softly from my lips as I reach my climax, feeling his warmth flood into me as he reaches his own.

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Our next days pass blissfully. We spend them hiking and exploring the tiny surrounding villages. We spend our evenings and nights worshiping each others bodies…making love well into the night. On our last full day here, Edward suggests a picnic in the garden.

We spread a blanket underneath a tree in the garden where we have an excellent view of the Loch. There is just comfortable silence between us as we munch the goodies I made.

Edward leans back against the tree after we have both had our fill of food. I tuck my knees under the tartan skirt that Edward insisted on buying for me and I lean against him, enjoying his warmth.

We sit in silence for a while before Edward's voice breaks the silence, "I wish we could just stay here forever."

I smile, pressing my face into his chest and sigh lightly. "This has been wonderful, Edward. Thank you so much for bringing me here."

"You have been happier here; it's been nice." Edward's voice is a little wistful, and I feel bad for not always being this lighthearted.

"I have loved spending this time with you, too. I feel happy…happier than I have ever felt actually," I say.

Edward's face lights with a breathtaking smile. His hand reaches to cup my cheek as his lips touch mine lightly. "Bella Swan, do you have any idea how much I love you?"

His eyes are sweet and earnest, but with a sadness in their depths. I know it hurts him that I haven't told him I love him, but I'm just not ready. I'm still scared.

"I'm sorry, Edward…"

His lips touch mine again. "It's ok. You don't have to say it back."

I can hear the pain in his voice and I hate myself for not being able to say it. "Why do you love me, Edward?"

I focus my eyes on the tartan pattern that spreads across my legs, afraid to meet Edward's eyes. I'm afraid he will say, I don't know.

His fingers are soft on my face as they trace my jaw-line, gently lifting my face to meet his gaze.

"Bella…" His voice is quiet, choked with emotion. "You are everything to me. I love every single thing about you."

I open my mouth to protest his claim, but am stopped by Edward's fingers on my lips.

"I do love everything about you, Bella. I love the little wrinkle between your eyes when you concentrate, the way you bite your lip when you're worried. I love how you put your whole being into the food you cook, and the way you trip over your feet. I adore the way you alphabetize your books and the spices in your cupboard, but most of all I love the way you completely own me." He pauses. "I am whole with you, Bella."

My tears are hot on my face. What did I ever do to deserve someone like this?

He gives me so much – so much more then I can ever give him.

His eyes hold nothing but understanding, even in my silence.

Our lips meet, and emotion is thick in the air around us. Edward is watching me, want clear on his face. "I love you, Bella," and his lips crash into mine with passion.

Edward pulls me to his lap and my body molds itself to his.

His hands are gentle as they move from my waist to my hips, pressing me tighter to his ever growing arousal. My groans fill his mouth at the contact.

My fingers fumble to find the button of his jeans, releasing him from the denim prison.

His hands grip my thighs tightly as they make their way up my skirt. I have never been so happy to be in a skirt.

With unexpected skill, Edward manages to get me out of my underwear without me moving off his lap.

His hands palm my ass eagerly, pulling me forward, entering me with a gloriously hungry force.

I rock myself into him, needing to feel him more, deeper.

I allow my head to fall back, closing my eyes, trying to feel each individual sensation.

Edward fills all my senses; his pants and moans are all I hear.

His clean masculine scent is all I smell.

The rippling of his muscles beneath his shirt and the power of his thighs beneath mine are all I feel.

I move my lips back to his, tasting him on my tongue. He is heaven, sweet with just a hint of saltiness.

The sight of him is perfection. He's coming undone beneath me, my name falling from his lips.

We are all there is.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!