CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I knew I should be focusing on the lady in front of me droning on about the specifications to Edward's latest financial endeavor but with each shift of my weight, I felt maximum discomfort. I steal a look at Edward who is only approximately seventy-five percent focused himself. His eyes are bloodshot and even his hair is in slight disarray. Thank god his suit is so pressed with perfect creases or else his board members might think that he is sickly.

My only exposure to Las Vegas before today was that of movies and television. It wasn't night, so I had yet to be truly impressed. I couldn't wait for our little private tour to happen later tomorrow evening. I glance once again and see Edward nearly sway from his exhaustion. I make the sacrifice and slightly move next to him to brush up against him to wake him from his near sleep.

I hear him clear his throat discreetly before nodding in my direction appreciatively for my intervention.

"Now, if you'll follow me I would love to show you what we have in store for the grounds outside. Three pools. One for families. One for adults and one for sporting events as we would like to host some exciting new prospects at the hotel."

Oh, god. She was going to make us move again, wasn't she?

I sighed and cringed slightly. The board members that surrounded us began to follow one another while I took my time before starting my engine.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked quietly.

"I should be asking you the very same question."

"I don't know how we are going to make it another two hours before this tour is over. Bella, if you would like Seth and Leah to take you back to the room, I would not be upset."

I wanted to jump at the chance, but this was something close to Edward's heart, so I felt the need to stay. Plus, after everything he did, I felt it was only fair to stay with him.

"No, it's okay. I'll be fine."

He reached out to take my hand. Normally I wouldn't allow the gesture since we were technically working but, I took it and gave it a squeeze as I took a step and then another. Oh, god, Bella. You really did it this time.

I'm sure our Clearwater shadows were wondering what had caused Edward and I to be in the broken states that we were in. They didn't know that Edward's idea of trying to find a better way for me to relax to get on the plane included an all-night sex fest. In his mind it was simple, kill me with pleasure to the point of maximum exhaustion and then jump on a super early plane flight the next morning. Every time I would begin to fall asleep, Edward would jostle me and we would begin all over again. I've never had so much sex in my life! At one point he even carried me to the showers. At first, I thought he wanted a change of venue. Maybe he was beginning to become bored of his bed, but I think he changed to the shower to wake me back up, so we could go a few more times before the sun would come up. Now my poor who-ha felt the ramifications of my stupid flying fears.

I imagined my vag holding up picket signs as it swore a strike. Every single step reminded me that with pleasure, there is a price. But, it worked. I mean by the time I reached the plane that morning, I was so passed out that Armageddon wouldn't have woken me up. Ben Affleck or Bruce Willis. I never even realized that I was on a plane until we were sitting on the tarmac in Las Vegas.

Edward didn't sleep, however. He worried that if he closed his eyes for even one second, I might wake up and freak the fuck out. His pain was sheer exhaustion. I briefly wondered if his appendage would feel any pain from our over-zealous workout. Probably not. God did seem to favor the men ever since that damn apple incident. Who would ever harm a man's right to fuck?

Which leads me to my next wonder. What the hell were we going to do Saturday evening when we would be expected to fly back home the next day? Surely, Edward wouldn't think of having another all-nighter so close to the last? I could quite literally feel my clit trying to tuck and roll in attempts to make a run for it.

"What's is wrong?" Edward asked seeing the look of trepidation on my face.

"Uh…nothing. Stupid silly thoughts."

"Try me," he replied.

I sighed.

"You know how sometimes you complain that nothing I say makes any sense?" I asked.

He nodded in response.

"Then trust me when I tell you that the words that come out of my mouth aren't half as crazy as what is locked up in this old noggin."

We reached the outside where the pools were still be dug out. The hotel wasn't planning on being finished till summer. I believe they were waiting until the Fourth of July which meant that we would be returning to Las Vegas in the near future, provided that we were alive and still together.

We were just approaching our other tour members.

"Can we please finish discussing this in private. I do not care how crazy it may sound. I still would like to know."

I nodded begrudgingly hoping Edward would forget it, but he had the damn memory of an elephant so little chance of that happening.

After a nearly three-hour tour, my lady bits weren't the only thing screaming in pain. My stupid brain had the good thought to dress professional and add a reasonable heel length to my outfit that day, thus causing my poor tootsies to riot in agony as we stepped onto the private elevator to head back up to our penthouse at the Bellagio.

Edward walked on and waited like we were in the nineteen twenties and there was a person to do the job of pressing the correct button. I staggered forward and smacked the button giving him a look.

"You know what I would love right about now?" Edward asked.

"A self-cleaning elevator panel?" I replied sarcastically.

He shook his head realizing his mistake and blushed.

"Sorry," he offered.

I waved him off.

"I was just thinking that it might be nice to share a bath," Edward said taking me in his arms.

"That does sound nice but, there will be no hanky panky."

Edward actually looked hurt.

"Are you kidding me, Edward? I swear you can't put another thing up in there or else it will most definitely shrivel up and turn to dust!"

Edward stepped back a little.

"I guess my sexual education course really was lacking," he quipped.

"How are you not in pain? Your dick should be hiding and shaking behind your balls after last night."

Edward cleared his throat once more and looked behind me. Oh, that's right. The Clearwaters were here too. Oh well. If he was worried about being embarrassed, he never should have wanted someone like me.

Our elevator car arrived at its destination.

"Please do a sweep and the leave us for a couple of hours. We will be fine," Edward dictated.

The dynamic duo exited and went about checking the suite while we remained close to the elevator.

"I'm not in pain, Bella but if you are, then we don't have to do anything….unless…"

I scrunched my eyes. Unless…what?

"Unless what?" I voiced my thoughts.

"Well, you did say something once upon a time about…other…orifices."

My eyes bugged out of their sockets.

"Orifices? Aren't you just the romantic?"

I was so thankful that our guards weren't within earshot. I could feel my face become flushed as I pictured Edward plowing into my 'out' hole.

"Did you bring the lube?" I asked.

"We could send out for some or use…other means."

My God! We had the oddest conversations. Seriously? Was it like this with other couples in their relationships? I wouldn't know.

"Other means? If you think you're getting any honey from my pot, you are sorely mistaken. Like I said, my pussy is so dehydrated from the tidal wave of fluid it produced last night that I would be lucky to squeeze a drop. Two seconds away from turning into dust," I reiterated.

"The room is secure," the boy Clearwater said from behind and nearly made me jump ten feet in the air. "We'll be on our way?"

They exited taking my rapid beating heart down with them. I turned back to Edward who took two steps to close the gap between us. He instantly began to nibble on my ear. How was it even possible after all the sex we had that he would ever want more!

"Edward, I mean it. I'm sorry. I need a little break. You have no idea how much I am hurting over here. And I know you are exhausted. You need some sleep."

I felt his sigh blow through my hair before he stepped back.

"I am tired but I just…am incredibly energized as well. I feel as if we were on our first vacation together. I had pictured making love to you in that bed tonight as we looked out over the city and all its dazzling lights. My apologies. It was never my intention to hurt you."

I reached out and stopped him from leaving.

"You just have to let me have a good hot bath and then I'm sure we will be all systems go. Please don't ever think that I don't want to have sex. I guess I'm a little surprised that you want it so much. I mean, besides last night, I usually felt like I had to initiate. I felt like I wanted it more and sometimes it felt like you were just doing it to calm my crazy."

"Bella, I think about having sex with you nearly every second of every day. You have no idea the lengths I have gone to not pounce on you at first sight. You can't imagine how great it feels to know that I can pleasure you. I was so worried for so long that you would laugh at me and my inexperience. That you wouldn't feel anything for me. To know that I can make you cum and that you want more is the greatest accomplishment of my life."

I placed my hand on his cheek like he had done to me too many times.

"Edward, you're the first person who has ever made me crave more with the same person. I don't know what our future holds but it is the first time that I ever pictured a future with someone. You and I, I'm sure people must think we are an odd couple, but I hope you know that I am in this for as long as you'll put up with my crazy ass."

Edward immediately seized my lips with his own. His hands tangled in my hair and I could feel my body tingling once more in anticipation. I wrapped my arms around him and he reached down and picked me up, walking me to our bedroom. I wasn't sure how we were going to do it. Like I said, my vag currently holding a sign that said, 'fair hours. Fair wages.'

He laid me down on the bed gently and unsealed his lips. Edward quickly pulled off his suit coat and dropped it haphazardly onto the floor before kneeling before me. Never undressing me, he pulled my legs until I was in perfect and prime position. He pushed my skirt out of his ways and dove right in. His lips and tongue colliding with my clitoris, who wasn't hiding as I previously believed. That old hussy was back from her lunch break and ready to work.

I nearly cried out when Edward pushed two fingers deep inside of me. I bit down hard waiting for his fingers to exit. Thankfully, they did after a few seconds. Edward continued to assault me with his tongue and then this time I did cry out when he pushed his fingers into hole 'B'.

"Did I hurt you?" Edward asked afraid of the answer but never pulling his fingers out.

"No," I whispered. "Just surprised me is all."

I laid back down and Edward went back to work but he kept pushing his fingers in and out. Okay, anal sex was probably not going to feel as good as the porn actress made it out to be. Damn them for false advertising. I mean, if he was only pushing two fingers up inside me, what the hell was I going to do when he shoved his entire disco stick up in there. Suddenly my offer didn't seem like such a good idea.

A thought popped up in my mind and I nearly laughed out loud. Thankfully, I refrained. I remembered the 'Queens of Comedy' show I watched when Monique attempted to give advice on the subject. Relax all your muscles. Relax all your muscles. Awe hell! Fucking relax already. Oh, thank god, he took his damn fingers out.

I felt my body melt into the bed as I allowed Edward's tongue to work wonders in negotiating a peace treaty to get my vag off strike. And devil don't you know that the second I began to feel my whole body lift off with my orgasm, Edward fucking Cullen dug his fingers good and tight to my asshole once more. Where was my germaphobe boy toy when I needed him? The man wouldn't even touch an elevator button but had no problem searching for coal. Didn't make any damn sense.

He came up and joined me. His mouth near mine as he kissed me once quickly.

"Do you need to wash off?" I offered. "I can't imagine how you must feel."

"What do you mean?" he asked perplexed.

"Well…Edward. Since I've known you, you haven't been one who could deal with germs. You just played mud pies with my poop hole. How are you not running for the nearest exit to secure something to rid your fingers of the nasty germs?"

He laughed a little which was a sight I rarely saw.

"Bella, like I said before. I don't mind your germs."

I shook my head in amazement.

"But…it does bring up a question I had. While I was…doing what I was doing. I noticed that it didn't seem very pleasurable. Is there anything I can do to improve?"

What was I? Some kind of teacher giving him an assessment?

"That hole is just tight. You have to have patience and allow it a chance to loosen a little. Don't worry, it will get there. Don't give up on the old girl just yet."

Edward had thinking face on.

"Okay but…maybe there is something we can do about it. Maybe you were right. Maybe we should get some kind of toy to…help."

As much as I wouldn't mind having stand-by, the idea freaked me out a little.

"What? No! I don't want to end up on some Instagram account with x-rays showing what happens when you have foreign objects in your ass. And don't tell me its not real. I follow a girl right now who loves to show them off to the world and let me tell you, from the things I have seen, it nearly makes me not want to poop ever again."

Edward flopped back down to the bed and closed his eyes. He had a face full of pussy and fingernails that had just been where the sun don't shine and yet, he was so tired he passed out without another word. I was nearly ready for a nap too, but the bathtub called out to me. If Edward wanted his super romantic night of frolicking under the overpriced electricity bill that the city of sin provided, then I was going to have to get right and soak for a long while.

The Clearwaters came back after a few hours and planted themselves down in the living room watching television. I found that it was best to hide out in my room with Edward drooling softly on his pillow beside me. I turned on the television and ordered a movie to watch while I waited for Sleeping Beauty to arise.

It was getting rather late and my stomach was beginning to hurt from lack of nutrition. I pulled out the room service menu and perused it. Everything on the damn thing was way overpriced. I wanted to head out and grab a bite to eat but knowing Edward, he would rather me spend the god-awful tariff instead of leaving. So, I ordered up a bevy of items. I know that Edward had thoughts of going out on the town, but I would be more than happy to save that nightlife experience for the next evening.

I was right in the middle of my twenty-dollar cheeseburger when Edward arose with a jolt.

"What time is it?"

I felt my heart hurt. Not sure if it was from the crap burger or Edward waking from the dead.

"Mother of penguins! You scared the shit out of me!"

Edward looked over at the clock and gasped.

"Why didn't you wake me? The night is ruined."

I placed my burger down on its plate.

"Well…not to me but it might be when you see the room service bill," I cringed.

Edward looked over at the stack of plates and walked over to assess them.

"I'm sorry. I just thought that you would rather I stayed here then go out to find food. I can totally pay you back," I replied.

He scoffed.

"Don't be silly, Bella. I just wished you would have woken me up. We could have gone somewhere special. I ruined our evening."

"I know this will probably come as a shock to you, but I don't mind sitting around in a comfortable bed eating food and watching movies. Don't get me wrong, there is a time and place for dancing and getting drunk but I just don't really see myself doing that with you so to me this is the perfect vacation. Lounging about and relaxing. Not a problem in the world," I said flopping back down upon my luxurious pillow and sighing happily.

Edward looked at me with this funny expression.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied shaking his head slowly. "I just…I love you so much!"

And there it was. A sure-fire knife to my chest. Most women would gush at hearing those words. I found myself nauseated from them. Not because I didn't like Edward and didn't want to hear those sweet declarations but because I still couldn't find it in me to say it back. What would it take? How long would Edward wait?

He went to the bathroom and I could hear the shower start up. Inside I knew it was wrong, but it was the only thing I could think of doing. I waited until I was sure he was inside and stripped down to nothing. I entered the shower and he happily welcomed me. He began to kiss me, but I pulled away and slowly slide down to my knees. I had never pleasured Edward this way. He had stopped me before. He should have stopped me now. I shouldn't have sucked him off as a way to make myself feel better for not giving him those three words. But I did.

I took him in my mouth and began to suck him off. His groans of appreciation were all I needed to push forward. If I can't give you one thing, I'm still good for another. I promise, Edward. I nearly felt myself in tears as I thought what would happen when the time came that Edward no longer wanted to wait for me. I felt my chest hurt as if I had just eaten a double bacon cheeseburger and chili fry. I slammed his cock to the back of my throat and welcomed the discomfort I felt as I grabbed his ass and wished he would find a way to punish me for my horrendous nature.

Edward came good and hard, but he wasn't finished. He turned me around and bent me over to push back into me. I cringed and realized that the bath I had taken earlier didn't do shit. Fuck, this hurt. My punishment.

I laid in bed after everything and tried to focus on the movie, but I couldn't. Edward tapped away happily on his laptop and promised me he only needed a few more minutes. I didn't care. I wouldn't be much company at the moment anyway. I chewed on the skin next to my fingernails and plowed through each one while I wondered how much time I had with Edward.

I feel Edward come up and pull my hand from my mouth before he returns to his email.

"Stop it," he quietly admonishes.

I laid back and looked up to the ceiling.

"Edward," I began quietly.

"Yes, honey?"

"Um…how did you manage to be so successful? I mean…you've only been at this for six or seven years? That's a major feat in such a short period of time. How did you do it?"

Edward stopped writing and stared at his screen.

"Well…it took…ambition and hard work. Having a goal in mind to focus on and never taking no for an answer. Always finding a different path when one door closed and all that, I suppose. Knowing when to cut your losses and go about it in a different way. Having patience and not perusing something just because you think it's the only way."

I nodded and remained focused on the ceiling.

"When did you know to cut your losses? How long were you patient?"

I felt his gaze travel over toward me, but I didn't look back.

"When you have diminishing returns sometimes it is easier to cut your losses sooner than later. To have the foresight to know that you won't get what you need and get out."

"Okay…and how long does that usually take? Like weeks? Months? Perhaps a year at least?"

Edward closed his laptop and placed it to the side before laying down and stretching out beside me; leaning on his hand to look at me.

"Bella, why are you asking me this?"

I shrugged and sighed but still refrained from meeting his eyes.

"I was just curious."

He placed his hand on my stomach and made small circles.

"Bella, you are not a diminishing return and I would never cut my losses here," he replied sincerely knowing the reasoning behind my silly questions.

I finally look him in the eye.

"You don't know that. What if I can't give you what you want?"

"I only want you so as long as you are here beside me, then I will be happy for all eternity."

I bit down on my lip.

"But you want a baby. You said so yourself. How long would you wait for that? I only have a short time before my eggs dry up and turn to dust. What happens if I still can't give you that and what happens when you no longer…."

"Bella. Bella," he stopped me and placed his fingers over my mouth. "Please…just calm down. I will say this once more. I do not care about anything but you. If we have babies…I will be all the more blessed. But. I do not need babies. Like I said. I will wait. If that never happens and we grow old together and die exactly as we are right now, I will have lived the very best life I could have ever hoped for."

He pulled me close and held me while I contemplated his words.

"I love you…and even though you won't say it, I know you love me too."

I wanted to protest but I didn't. Still felt guilty for hearing him say it.

We fell asleep eventually, but I had dreams plagued with anal sex. Go figure! Who would have ever thought that Bella Swan could find something in the world of sex that frightened her nearly as much as bestiality? I always thought I was a semi-freaky girl who would be willing to put up with damn near everything but being spit on or choked. Wouldn't fancy being peed on unless I was in the shower perhaps and even then, I would hope it would be only on my feet if that were Edward's fetish. Thankfully, it didn't seem so, so at least I was safe from the golden shower experience for now.

I crept out of bed to grab my phone off the charger and pulled up the Porn Hub site. Maybe I could learn a little somethin something from the working professionals. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the first video rendered, and a loud scream came shooting out of my speakers. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I scrambled to try and shut that shit down.

"Bella, what are you doing?"

Crap! The last thing I needed was for him to think I was porn surfin. I didn't need him turned on at the moment when my poor girl had turned her strike into a government shutdown.

"Uh…nothing. I'm sorry. I had a nightmare. It was silly. I was just looking for something to cheer me up."

Edward looked down at my phone.

"Porn?"

FUCK!

I pressed the stupid circle button over and over to shut off the screen.

I laughed and dropped my phone off the side of the bed.

"It is the damndest story," I giggled. "Um…you see…I was just…I find it comedic to watch girls faces while they are…orgasming."

Edward's face was a mix of shock and horror.

"Hey, you wanted all this. Need I remind you? I was pretty damn upfront on the diminishing returns and you said…you said that you wouldn't cut your losses so. Now if you go back on your word, just think of what kind of man that makes you!" I said waving a threatening finger in his direction.

Edward's face changed, and a small smile crept up on his face.

"Grab your phone," he ordered.

I moved slowly to pick my phone up from off the floor.

"Come here," he requested taking my phone out of my hands. He turned me around and spooned me. "Perhaps, this is something we can enjoy together."

Fuck me! I woke a sleeping dragon! One whiff of a watching a barely legal girl getting plowed into by some giant and Edward would want nothing more than to star in the sequel. Must find a way to destroy phone ASAP!

"Uh…let me pee really quick and I will be right back to begin this…."

I grabbed my phone from his hands and tripped out of bed.

"Why do you need your phone to urinate?" Edward called out.

"Just in case it turns into a doubleheader," I yelled back at him.

Remind me again, how long exactly does a phone have to be underwater for it to stop working? Guess we are about to find out.

AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing! I know it was a bit of a fluff chapter but it is going to get serious as we wrap things up. A huge thank you for all those who took the time to vote for THE FAIR HEIR in the Twilight Fanfic Fandom Awards. I am so honored that it won first place in the WHAT IF category. You have no idea how much that means to me for a story so dear to my heart.

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