A/N: Hasn't been an exact month, but it was bad enough I know.

This chapter got done because of the band Thrice and the song Image of the Invisible, it has nothing to do with the chapter, but when I listened to it the song just seemed to fit.

I'm going away for Easter and won't be back until Tuesday, so just a reminder that I won't be updating any stories during that time.

I stretched my arms over my head and tried to remain as ladylike manners as possible. But how could I with a belly full of steak and cauliflower?

Dinner had been amazing, I tried out wines that went with every piece of food and when the waiter left Edward and I would snicker and argue over whether or not he was wearing eyeliner.

By ten we were out of the restaurant that was on the bottom floor of the hotel we were staying in— and slightly tipsy.

I stumbled over my feet before I got on the elevator and Edward caught me with a chuckle.

"Let's get changed," he said, pressing the button for our floor.

"We can't go swimming," I giggled.

"Why not?" He looked offended by this, like I slapped his face with a glove and challenged him to a duel.

"We just ate our weight in fine cuisine and we've had too much to drink."

"You've had too much to drink, Miss Swan. I remember someone complimenting how the wine was just so amazing with the lamb."

"It was," I laughed.

The elevator chimed loudly and the large metal doors slid open. Edward and I walked to the room and went immediately to the luggage on the floor. Eeven if we were bloated and stuffed and just a bit drunk, neither of us was about to waste a moment in the pool. I'd been thinking about it since he'd announced that we were coming here that day in the kitchen.

I'd been depressed and upset, but he had reminded that we were not my parents and that we could have a working relationship. I already knew there were only two possible results for this—up in flames or happily ever after. There was no in-between, no happy medium.

If I couldn't get myself to trust Edward again then we wouldn't work; it would be a failure from the start. But if I could overcome it, if we could just do this…

I grabbed the bikini from the bottom of my bag and for once I wished I had a stringy, flimsy little bathing suit. I didn't dwell on it and went into the bathroom to put it on and straighten out my hair from the unruly mess it had slowly developed into.

The protection of my drunken haze was lifting slowly with the adrenaline and anxiety pumping through my system. I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and walked out the bathroom to find Edward by the door with two towels on his shoulders and grinning at me.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

No. "Uh-huh."

We walked down the hall hand-in-hand but the atmosphere seemed to be changed around us. The happy fun that was only minutes ago was gone and replaced by a nervous air.

I shouldn't have been nervous, that was the last thing I should have been. I mean, I obviously wouldn't let anything happen in a pool. There was probably gunk floating around from the last couple who had a little fun in there.

I guess we just needed a place that was safe to talk—without a bed.

The pool area was completely empty. I wasn't surprised, considering it was two in the morning, but it just seemed to set things up a little more. Everything was falling into place and even if the universe was ready to let it happen, I just wasn't sure….

Edward dropped the towels onto a chair before pulling his shirt over his head. His eyes looked into mine and he was reassuring me, telling me to trust him.

So I did. I breathed in deeply and threw my shirt off before I tugged him into the pool with me. I had him sit on one of the steps and then I sat on his lap.

There was a slightly tense moment when I sat down, right there, directly on him. We could both feel it, that pure unadulterated lust that had been hanging there between us. I never doubted it was there, I kept it on my mind constantly—it was the thing that got us into this situation.

He sucked in a sharp breath behind me and I didn't want him to suffer anymore with the restraint. Whether I liked it or not this was going to happen and I needed to get through this hump. I needed to know he was here and that this could—had—to work. Because I loved him.

I turned around in his lap and straddled him fully. Our groins were pressed tightly together and my chest was against his, but my eyes were watching his closed lids flutter, his taught jaw flex.

"It's okay," I murmured.

"Bella…"

"No, it really is." I shocked myself with how truthful it sounded. My voice didn't quiver like it did in the past or even crack in the slightest.

One of his green eyes peeped out from behind his lashes. He looked at me for a moment before both eyes opened and he cocked his head a bit.

I think that was the moment I realized just how deep we really were. The lust was there, it always would be, but I'd never even thought for a moment that the lust could be used as anything other than a vice for hurt. What if that lust just enhanced things for us? What if lust and love weren't really separate ideas? What if they could be used in the same scenario, because it didn't matter if someone lusted over their love?

Edward had already shown me that he loved me; he had put every one of his own needs aside just so he could show me how much he cared.

I sucked in a deep breath and mentally berated myself for just noticing all this. Why was it now that I had this epiphany?

We weren't my parents, we weren't his parents, and we weren't the high school student body; we were Edward and Bella. This was us, as confusing and painful as it had been... this was us.

"I'm in love with you," I marveled.

"Huh?" His brow furrowed and he looked at me like this was obvious.

"No, I mean, I'm really in love with you," I said, and maybe to me there was only a distinction. "I'm head over heels and everything, Edward!"

"I love you, too," he smiled. "Glad you finally get to join the club. I've been waiting."

I leaned forward and kissed him hard and long. This kiss wasn't gentle cuddly affection; this was hard and animalistic, because I was going to use all this pent up frustration and lust to show him exactly how much I loved him.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him as close as I possibly could. My tongue was inside of his mouth, touching every tooth and his tongue. I could care less about the slobber leaving our mouths or that we probably looked like dogs in heat—or at least I did.

If there was ever a kiss that could bring someone to orgasm on the spot, this would be it... and not only because I was grinding into his waist.

There was teeth, tongue, lips, saliva, breath, jaws, and what I'm pretty sure was his uvula involved in this kiss. I just wanted to be swallowed by him. I wanted him to eat me and keep me with him just so we could never be apart.

This heart crushing love and stomach twisting realization brought tears to my eyes and kissed him harder and harder until our breathing was loud through our noses. I was pretty sure one of us would pass out.

Ten minutes later hands started to wander and groping ensued. This wasn't the average gentle gliding and caressing; this was rough, worshiping, loving groping and pinching.

Even though we would appear to be horny teenagers groping in a pool, no one else could feel the tears. No one else would know that we were sitting her crying because that's just how perfect we were for each other. This was us, crying actual tears of joy because we had finally found peace and solace out of this confusing situation and this confusing relationship.

We were so beautiful in that moment with our violent, intense kissing and rough, symbolic groping. Every muscle under his hands sang to me and begged for more. My body was a beacon, gleaming and desperately calling him in.

"Now," I barely panted against his mouth. He heard it and he didn't hesitate one second to wrap my legs around his waist and pick me up from the pool.

The towels on the chair and our shirts were completely forgotten as he carried us to the elevator and clicked our floor. My back was pressed to the cold wall in an instant and I arched against his chest. My nipples went hard quickly and I threw my head backwards, breaking contact for the first time.

Edward's mouth was against my neck in an instant, sucking and biting the skin there. His hands kneaded my ass and his hips bucked directly into me. The thin material of my bikini bottoms and his trunks couldn't shield the intense heat between us.

The elevator doors opened but Edward didn't move from his spot. His hips kept rolling into me over and over, pounding through the fabric of our clothing. The friction—Oh God, the friction. I couldn't stop the loud nonsensical noises from slipping out. One hand came up and tugged my top over my head but his chest pressed against mine again before my breasts could meet the air. He threw my top over the security camera next to us.

I tugged on his hair and pulled his face back to mine. His lips were all over me again, panting my name over and over again in his raspy, breathless voice. His hands grabbed my ass tighter and changed his angle a bit so he was thrusting upward. He kept hitting my clit in precise rhythm and then he sped up and went harder. My whole body grew boiling lava hot and my head fell back into the wall with a loud cry of his name.

My mind screamed out dirty, filthy words while my mouth kept making short and loud noises that he was trying to cover up with his mouth while the elevator was switching floors.When the elevator doors closed again I screamed his name and prayed the metal was thick enough for no one to hear. I wondered if I would even stop; I didn't think I had to will to pull away, not when he was making delicious little noises from the back of his throat and pounding into me.

My whole body shook and spasmed with each thrust as he kept rubbing my clit to an unbearable degree.

"Oh—oh… God, I'm… I'm…"

"Cum, baby…. Cum." He forced his hips harder until our pelvises were slamming together.

My whole body was on fire and my eyes snapped closed while my mouth opened wide in a silent scream. My legs shook around him intensely and I bucked into him until I just couldn't move anymore.

"Fucking elevator," he panted and slammed his palm against a number. The doors opened and he didn't bother with my top still covering the camera.

The card key was in his hand the next moment. He was trying to dry it off and get it to work while I laughed and kissed his neck, slowly becoming worked up in anticipation for more.

The door finally clicked open and before I could register anything else—even if the door was closed—I was on the bed and Edward was on top of me. Hands and nails were everywhere, biting and touching every piece of skin that was available. He palmed my breasts and I wasted no time kicking down his swim trunks and watching that full, hard and long erection standing up at me and begging to be touched.

I pushed him back to lay down on his back while I licked and sucked at his chest. It was animalistic, but I felt like a nymph; a little unknown whore who was no needy and horny for him. I just wanted him right now. Unhidden lust controlled my body and wanted every part on him in me and around me. I liked this more than I ever thought I would... but this was acceptance. I wanted him, I loved him, and I was his.

I bit his nipple and his hips threw themselves into me, hitting my stomach and continuing to grind for friction. I wasted no more time as I grabbed him in my hand and let him fuck it as he pleased.

His body writhed underneath me and he kept roaring and screaming for more, to go faster and to grab tighter. He screamed my name and I sank between his legs until he was in my throat. His whole body jerked and tightened. Before I could do anything more than suck the head and pump a couple of he came violently down my throat.

I swallowed every drop. Even when he was done I kept licking and pulling him into my mouth just to have more of him. I nipped at his sac and kissed his inner thighs until he sat up and grabbed the back of my head. He kissed me just like before and if possible, even rougher.

"Your mouth," he growled, "is a miracle."

Edward pushed me back held my hands above my head with one of his. The other pinched each of my nipples before running down my stomach. He hooked his finger in my bottoms and pulled them off of my legs.

My legs were up in the air with his hands on my thighs, pulling them apart. His eyes met mine for a moment, all dark and glazed over. His tongue snaked out and slowly moved up my clit. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes closed.

His tongue moved down and then plunged into me, separating the wet muscle and diving in without any hesitation. His hands slid down my thighs slowly, telling me to keep them spread, and his fingers spread my lower lips open wider to allow his tongue to go deeper.

Edward's talented fingers were in me now to replace his tongue, which was now lapping at my clit. His middle finger pumped fast and hard inside me and another finger wiggled its way inside. I bit my lip at the stretching feeling and whimpered a little in pain.

It's worth it, I thought.

Edward didn't linger long. He crawled his way up my body, leaving me starved for more of him, everything he had to offer. I pulled his mouth to mine, not caring about where his mouth just was if he didn't care about mine before. Our tongues touched and twisted together in beautiful synchrony.

"I fucking love you… God, I really love you," he breathed.

I smiled at him and placed my hands on either side of his face. "I love you, Edward."

Our foreheads touched and I felt his hands guiding himself into me. The head slipped in easily. Then he started to push in slowly, inch by inch. I moved a hand from his face and tried to somehow rub out the pain. I sucked in a sharp breath when he stopped.

"Are… are you in?" I whispered.

"Not all the way, but this is good." I nodded and his lips touched mine again before he slowly moved in and then out again.

My eyes stayed open with effort. His eyes were hooded and I could tell he was fighting not to just let go and push deeper and harder. I breathed out a shaky breath and he looked at me with dark green eyes.

"Bella," he moaned. I moved my hips upward to stop the slight friction and he gasped loudly.

"Sorry," I said.

"God, don't be. That feels amazing." I realized then that as much as I was hurting and feeling pain, Edward was feeling ecstasy and trying to restrain it.

"You can go faster," I told him.

"I can't hurt you, Bella," he breathed desperately.

"You won't." He hesitated but sped up just a bit. My body shook a bit but not in pain this time.

He held a steady pace and soon the friction stopped hurting. My inner muscles kept clamping down on him and he would groan and gasp periodically. It wasn't like the first time with pure pain and nothing in between... this time it was slick and pleasurable.

"Faster," I breathed.

He looked at me skeptically but I moaned and arched my back into him. Edward's pace sped up and I felt his pelvic bone hit me. He finally started to go all the way in and a bit harder.

"Edward," I cried.

"I'm close," he groaned.

One of his fingers slid to my clit and started to rub it up and down, pressing on the underside and moving his hand faster. My body arched and rocked and for the first time I felt like I could cum with him inside of me like this.

My mouth latched onto his and I cried again and again while he pumped faster. I felt myself get lost in a world of sensation. My stomach tightened up and my whole body clenched up before I felt a brilliant rush, and I was gone.

My ears rang and my vision became hazy but I heard Edward moaning my name as his release left him. His chest touched mine as he collapsed and he muttered "Oh my God, Oh my God," into my neck.

I breathed in a sigh and smiled. My fingers combed through Edward's hair and I listened to our mingled heavy breathing.

We did it, I thought with giddy satusfaction. We did, we actually did it, and I couldn't think of anything better in this world than doing that with Edward.

"I love you," I said, and again I marveled at how right it sounded.

"I'm so in love with you," he breathed. "So fucking gone."

I laughed, high on life at the moment, and closed my eyes, feeling sleep coming over me. I waited patiently for it to come, wondering what my dreams would tell me... probably what I already I knew to be true.

A/N: I think this is my best lemon, I go by how I feel while writing it, and this one, well, this tops any other one. I was flushed by the time I finished.

And I think this is the best makeout scene ever. :D

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