A/N: So it seems I have annoyed some of the readers by drawing out the story the way I have. If you don't like it, don't read it. I have tons of readers who assure me they love the story, so I don't particularly enjoy the fact that some people feel the need to message me telling me how your story should be written or that the reveal should have happened sooner. This is my story and I first had the image of the reveal of her lie and based the story on that. The story is happening at a certain pace because of that, and I honestly don't think those who do continue to read will be disappointed.

Sorry… I had to get that out there. It's frustrating when you update as much as you do and yet people still feel the need to belittle the story and its progress.

Thanks to all my other lovely readers for their extremely kind words, especially to flightlessbird11, MaggieMay14, melferd, lysvia, mmwalker. Enjoy the smut!

I will be posting a playlist on my profile on Friday when I post the reveal and its subsequent chapters.

Oh and shadowama at Disneyland Paris, the Tower of Terror is located in the section they call 'The Front Lot, which is part of Walt Disney Studios Park, and the Big Thunder Mountain Ride in Paris features a water portion where the rider can actually get wet. I try to be as accurate as I can with my research, and I've been to Disneyland thankfully, so I think that helped, even though I'm still bitter I paid almost fifty bucks for three sandwiches, three bags of chips and three drinks and that was five fricking years ago! (Deep Breath Coldplaywhore!) Thanks for the story idea suggestion. If anyone else has any suggestions for potential stories that they might like me to write, please feel free to share. I currently don't have any concepts for future stories, except for Cabin Fever, my current WIP.

Phew, that was long. I don't own twilight but I do own a lot of pens that don't actually work!

BPOV

"You do realize we haven't seen any of the major tourist attractions right?" I said with a sigh as I glanced at the map laid on our coffee table. Edward was busy tossing on a t-shirt, not that I thought it was necessary, but most of the places we went to seemed to have a 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' policy and I wanted to get out into the city and see something other than art or Mickey Mouse.

"That's what today is for baby. We're gonna head to the Eiffel Tower, The Arc de Triomphe, Notre-Dame Cathedral and all that other touristy crap," said Edward with mock excitement.

"You don't want to go?" I asked curiously as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up more than usual.

"Of course I want to go; I want to do anything you want to do. I just want to do something different tonight, okay?"I nodded my head in agreement, pleased that Edward would plan our events for the evening and I had the rest of the day to do all the touristy crap he laughed about. We headed out from our hotel ten minutes later and caught a cab to our first destination, Notre Dame Cathedral, which was located on a small island in the middle of the Seine called 'Ile de la Cite'. As we stepped out of the cab, we discovered they were just about to start a guided tour of the church, so Bella and I joined in. We spent the next hour learning about the history, architecture and paintings. The tour guide even went into great detail about the stained glass windows within the church itself.

"We should get married here," said Edward with a laugh as the tour stopped to discuss some of the sculptures.

"Very funny Edward. We're not Roman Catholic, and I don't want to get married in France anyways," I said honestly. "Plus, who says I'm going to marry you anyways?" He was being rather forward, and even though the thought of being with him forever had entered my mind during these last few weeks, marriage hadn't been a consideration.

"Whatever, you want this," he laughed as he motioned up and down his body with his hands.

"I might want that, but it doesn't mean I want to marry it," I said as a few of the other tourists turned around and glared at us for talking. They probably also weren't impressed that we were discussing premarital sex in a church, but I didn't care. We decided to keep quiet for the rest of the tour, fearing we'd be struck down within the church, but when we finally walked down the stairs towards the small street in front of us, Edward decided to bring it up again.

"So, do you ever want to get married?" he asked anxiously as he gripped his hand in mine and he tried to flag down a taxi with his free hand.

"Eventually, but last time I checked, I was eighteen years old. I wanted to at least graduate college before I even got engaged," I replied honestly as Edward looked at me a bit crestfallen. "You cannot seriously tell me you think about marrying me?"

"Of course I do, but it's not like I'm going to drag you down to city hall to do it today," he said with a grin. I immediately felt a wave of relief overcome me. "I just have a feeling I will be asking you one day, is all."

"Well, maybe I will say yes one day, but that day is definitely not today. Can we head to the Eiffel tower now?" he nodded his head as a cab finally stopped in front of us and Edward instructed the driver where to take us. I honestly thought that had been one of the more awkward conversations we had had since being together. Thankfully, he never brought it up again. The cab driver pulled up to the grounds and I immediately pulled my camera from my bag. I took a quick photo of the tower while Edward paid for our cab. I then pulled him into a photo of him and I together with the tower in the background. It would probably look like shit, but I didn't care.

"So, do you want to take the stairs or the elevator?" he asked with a loud laugh as we walked up to the booth to pay our entrance fees.

"You have got to be kidding me. I am not climbing up the tower. As cool as that might be, I'll stay safely within the confines of the elevator." There was no way in hell he was getting my clumsy ass to climb up the Eiffel tower. Edward laughed at me some more and paid our fees, for the elevator ride. When we got to the top, we took a bunch of pictures, including another one of us together that a lovely couple from Ireland offered to take for us. We ended up having lunch at the tower in a restaurant on the first floor. It was a bit extravagant, but getting pizza down in the plaza would have probably been just as expensive, or so Edward kept telling me when I protested about the cost of a chicken salad. Once we had finished, we decided it was time to see the Arc de Triomphe, and I was actually kind of hoping to get back to the hotel in time to have a short nap before whatever it was that Edward had planned for tonight.

"Do you want to go to Versailles now?" asked Edward once we had finished at the Arc and taken at least a dozen photos.

"Would you be upset if I said I wanted to go back to the hotel and take a nap?" I asked genuinely. Edward just nodded his head and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, as he hailed a cab to take us back to our hotel. It was only three hours later when I woke up in the comfort of the luxurious bed in our hotel room. I sat up slowly; feeling vey refreshed from the nap, and noticed that Edward was nowhere to be found. There was however, a note on the pillow beside me.

Bella,

I ran out to do a few errands and also to check out train schedules to London for us. If you do wake up, take a bath or relax. I'll be home soon, with dinner.

Love

-E

I took a deep breath and calmed myself slowly. A few errands really could be anything, so I tried not to read too much into it. Instead, I followed his advice and ran myself a bath, turning Edward's iPod on random before I stepped in to let the hot water soothe my muscles. The song that played first wasn't exactly relaxing, but I liked it none the less. Nothing like a little 'Head like a Hole' by Nine Inch Nails to relax you, I laughed to myself. As I continued my long soak, I heard someone come into the room, and could only assume it was Edward.

"Bella?" he yelled out sheepishly as I called out that I was in the bathroom. "Looking good," he said with a grin as he found me lying in the tub.

"Where have you been?" I asked sweetly as I tried to get a better glimpse at the bags he had in his hands.

"Nowhere of importance. It's almost six, are you getting hungry?" he asked as he stepped back into the main room, leaving me alone in the bath. I decided not to answer him and just enjoyed the rest of my time in the tub while the song changed to 'Criminal' by Fiona Apple. Damned iPod, I cursed to myself as I sang along and slid my body down into the tub so that my hair finally got wet. "Bella… are you hungry?" Edward asked a few minutes later.

"Not really," I replied as I grabbed a nearby towel and finally stepped out of the bathtub. I dried my hair off gently with the towel and let it hang down to air dry, like I usually did, and headed into the living room where Edward was waiting patiently for me, sitting on the couch. The lights were almost all off and he had candles lit all over the room. It looks like romantic Edward is back full force this evening, I thought to myself as I walked towards him and he pulled me onto his lap. "What's with the candles?"

"There's a power outage," he replied with a chuckle as I stared towards the bathroom where the light was still on.

"Very funny Edward," I said as I leaned forward and kissed him. "What's the real answer?"

"Do I need a reason to light very expensive French candles for my girlfriend?" he asked, as he cocked his eye brow, curious to hear my answer to his question.

"I guess not. Is that where you went, to get candles?" I asked in confusion as he suddenly turned his gaze towards the bed, where a medium sized silver box was sitting. "What's that?"

"That's for you, well both of us if I'm being honest." I climbed off of Edward's lap and slowly moved towards the box that was sitting on our bed, standing out like a sore thumb. I fingered the bow on it nervously as I tried to figure out what store he bought it from. "Just open it Bella. It won't bite."

I glared at him for a moment as he laughed at my reluctance. I had images of some million dollar diamond necklace or something equally insane, but I finally decided to bite the bullet and tugged on the bow to release it, lifting the lid to reveal one of the more risqué outfits from Agent Provocateur that the saleswoman in Vienna tried to sell me. It was black lace, with no intricate details like the ribbons on the bra and panty sets I had purchased. There was a bra, which was almost see through and a matching garter belt with thigh high stockings. As I searched through the box though, there were no panties. I glanced over at him, looking a bit surprised, and he actually looked smug. He must have gotten several looks when he purchased this outfit, I thought to myself with a smile.

"So, this is what you want to do tonight?" I asked huskily as I held up the outfit in my fingers and stood before him.

"Yes," he said as he leaned back against the couch, his arms spread out on either side of him against the pillows. If he could be confident, so could I. I dropped the bathrobe, letting it pool at my feet and seductively slipped the bra on, bending over so that Edward could get a good view of my now covered breasts. Then I slowly slipped into the garter, letting it sit perfectly against my hips. I could see myself in the mirror across the room, and I looked pretty good. I grabbed the stockings and slowly moved my hands down my legs to pull the stockings up my thighs as seductively as possible, with my foot balancing on the edge of the coffee table. I heard Edward's breath hitch as I finally finished and stood before him.

"Is this what you want?"

EPOV

"Fuck yes," I groaned as I sat there, my cock already throbbing. Bella had put on the lingerie so slowly, teasing me constantly with her motions and she was finished she looked so hot. I did a good job picking out the set, even if the clerk had scoffed at me when I told her I didn't need the panties. I ended up buying them, just so I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment, but they were hidden away and not included in the box I had left for Bella.

I sat there and just stared at her, wishing that she would let me take a picture of her, but I was way too smart to even ask. There was no way I was ruining this moment. Bella put her index finger in her mouth and dipped her head slightly, walking towards me, finally resting by straddling my lap. "What is it you want Edward?" she panted to me as she leaned forward and licked my neck down to the edge of my t-shirt. Fucking shirt, I thought as I grabbed the hem of it and fiercely pulled it off of me. Bella was quick to take the hint and licked my neck again, this time dragging her tongue down to my nipple and licking it softly before biting down on it, hard.

"Fuck," I yelled out in surprise.

"Is that what you want? You want to fuck?" she asked as she pressed her lips against mine, but just for a moment. I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her closer to me, so that her breasts were practically on my mouth.

"Yes, that is what I want," I replied as my tongue licked the cleavage of her breasts and she suddenly pulled back from me, leaving me wanting more. She was teasing the hell out of me and as much as I enjoyed it, I wanted more. I reached my hand down between our bodies and ran my finger slowly between her folds, eliciting a deep moan from her sweet mouth. I pulled the fabric of her bra down, letting it gather and cup her breasts. Her luscious skin was now completely available to me and I stared at them greedily before I grasped them both in my hands, massaging them gently at first, and then with more force. Visions kept running through my head of her on our huge bed getting ravaged by me, or Bella bent over the edge of the couch as I took what I wanted. I couldn't decide what to do to her first.

I as licked, sucked and massaged her perfect breasts; I felt Bella's hands between us, pulling on my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Suddenly, I felt empty. Bella had jumped from my lap and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. She looked like some lingerie clad superhero. "Take your fucking clothes off," she yelled at me, with a small grin. I loved assertive Bella. I jumped up from the couch and practically ripped all of my clothes off, leaving me standing in front of the couch with nothing on. Bella held her hand out and motioned with one finger for me to follow her, which I did eagerly.

She sauntered over to the bed, her tiny perfect ass moving oh so slowly in front of me, as if to torture me. "Sit down Edward," said Bella as she pointed to the small bench at the end of our bed. I tossed all the clothes that had gathered there onto the floor and quickly took a seat. "I suppose I should thank you for the lovely gift, even if it is missing the panties," she said to me seductively as she kneeled in front of me and grasped my hard cock in her hand. I was suddenly thrilled I had spent over four hundred dollars on those small little scraps of black lace. I looked down at Bella and caught a sexy glint in her eye before she started to lick the head of my shaft. I threw my head back in pleasure and resisted the urge to wrap my hand into her hair and force her mouth down onto my hardness.

Bella had perfected the art of the blow job, and slowly slid my entire length into her mouth, sucking feverishly. "Bella, don't stop," I groaned out in pleasure as I suddenly wondered how she had gotten so good at this, and imagining kicking any guy in the face that had ever had the pleasure of her sweet mouth on them. I shook my head to clear the image of Bella with someone else, which would never happen again in my opinion, and simply enjoyed the image of my loving girlfriend servicing me. She quickened her pace and was sucking harder than ever before, but I really didn't want to cum in her mouth.

"I need to be inside you Bella," I moaned out as I looked down at her and caught her attention. She didn't pull away though, in fact, my words seemed to have spurred her on. "Please please please let me fuck you," I begged as she removed her sweet pink lips from me and leaned back on her knees.

"Well, since you asked nicely," she panted as she moved over to the couch and draped herself over it, her bare ass high in the air and her legs spread wide, she was waiting for me. I ran to the dresser and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with my teeth and sliding it onto me as I positioned myself behind her. I didn't say anything to her or make sure this was what she wanted; I grabbed her hips tightly in my hands and forced my cock inside her burning hot pussy as quickly as I could.

I let out a loud sigh of relief the moment I was buried inside of her, but relief wasn't what I really felt. I felt home again, even though it was awkward to think of it in that way. "Fuck me Edward… harder," she moaned as she gripped the pillows that were crushed against her breasts. I continued to pound my hard cock inside of her, but I knew that after her expert cock sucking, I wasn't going to be able to last as long as I wanted, so I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back slightly, so I could lean forward, my lips on her ear.

"Rub your clit Bella. Play with yourself," I ordered as I released her hair and actually smacked her ass, a little too firm for my liking as I noticed a red spot begin to form almost immediately. I reminded myself to rub it later, in an effort to make it feel better and alleviate my remorse, but for now I was going to ignore it completely. Bella had seemed to enjoy it and even called out my name in a low guttural moan when my hand struck her ass.

I felt Bella's body shift beneath me and noticed her arm slide between the couch and her body, following my instructions perfectly. I gripped her hips again and thrust myself into her harder than I ever imagined. I could sense Bella was about to cum because her body shivered beneath mine, and there was no way in hell she was cold. I wrapped one arm around Bella's waist and continued to fuck her mercilessly, my own release building at that exact moment. I grabbed her leg and threw it up onto the arm of the couch, and forced my cock deep inside her wetness one more time before I finally exploded in sheer ecstasy, moaning her name like a religious chant the entire time. Just as my finger reached down and found her clit, Bella screamed out and threw her head forward onto the pillows, panting breathlessly. I picked her up in my arms and brought her to our bed, laying her down and began kissing every square inch of her exposed skin.

"Is that what you wanted Edward?" she asked with a sly grin plastered across her beautiful face.

"Fuck yes," I moaned as I leaned forward and kissed her passionately before we ended up passing out in each other's arms, completely satisfied.

The next morning I was woken by the light pouring into the room through the large windows. Bella didn't move, but I laughed slightly to see she had slept in the bra and garter set, complete with the stockings. She looked so gorgeous lying beside me; I almost couldn't believe I could be so lucky. On the downside though was the fact that we had to catch a train to London in a few hours and I was honestly dreading our last day together. The train was leaving at eleven in the morning, so Bella and I had three hours before it left the station. Once we got to London though, we had one more night together before we had to get to Heathrow to catch our flight at three in the afternoon. Time was definitely not on our side.

I stood from the bed and called the concierge to check if he had been able to get the final item I had requested from him. Francois assured me it would b brought up to the room before we left in a few hours. I still wasn't feeling overly confident because there was so little time left, but I tried not to worry about.

"Bella sweetie, we need to get up," I said to her as I nudged her body slowly, trying to wake her from her deep slumber.

"A few more minutes," she begged quietly as she rolled over onto her side, giving me a spectacular view of her breasts pressed together.

"Sorry babe, we only have a little time left. Breakfast is on its way up, so you should get into the shower sexy," I whispered to her as I moved some of her hair behind her ear and bit the lobe gently.

"You're ruining my dream Edward," she said as she sat up slowly and grabbed the sheets to cover herself up, feeling suddenly self conscious. I laughed at her, because it was only eight hours ago that she was bent over the couch begging me to fuck her. I helped her from the bed and practically pushed her into the shower so that we could get everything done as quickly as possible so that we didn't miss our train.

"I hate you," she called from the bathroom as she stepped into the shower reluctantly.

"Whatever Bella. You love me, admit it."

"Fine, I love you, but I hate this shower." Just as she finished talking, there was a soft knock at the door and when I opened it, there stood Francois, holding a small box, clearly the last item I had ordered.

"How does it look?" I asked nervously as I pulled the lid off and stared at the small bracelet which was held within it.

"Beautiful," sighed Francois as I tipped him again for all of his efforts and thanked him profusely for making Paris so memorable for us. He nodded his head politely and turned on his heel to leave me alone. I quickly closed the box and shoved it in a small pocket of my backpack so that Bella had no idea what was going on.

Bella stepped out of the bathroom ten minutes later, a small towel wrapped around her wet body and her hair dripping down her back. If I didn't think it would make us late, I would totally ravish her all over again on the couch.

"Did I hear someone else in the room?" she asked curiously as she padded towards the dresser to get out some clothes for the day.

"Nope. Must be hearing things."

A/N: Time to go perfect Chapter 30, which is in progress!