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~~Bella~~

I woke to the feel of Edward's warm hands gliding over my back. I was still completely naked and instantly yearning for him.

I wished I'd taken Jessica's advice before I left Sydney and gone back on the pill. But that had been five weeks ago—I would never have imagined being in this position. I'd been positive that I would never find anyone that I'd love, more than I had loved Riley Biers, ever again. How wrong had I been?

Edward rolled over so my upper body was across his. My breasts were squished against his chest as he cradled my face.

"Good. Morning." He punctuated each word with a deep kiss.

My heart rate picked up and my skin broke into goose bumps. "I'm still naked," I murmured.

He languidly kissed my lips, making my body tingle all over. "Yes, you're naked and in bed with me. If I had my way, you'd be naked and in bed with me every single day and every single night." His voice was husky and seductive.

"You're not naked. I want you to be naked too."

"That's not a good idea, Bella."

He was right, it wasn't. We kept kissing. I recalled when I'd last had my period; two and a half weeks ago.

I thought I knew a lot about reproduction. I'd supported Renee through years of trying to conceive with Phil. My cycle was bang on twenty-eight days. I could bet my life that I was fertile right now.

Unprotected sex would be a very reckless thing to do.

The thought of conceiving Edward's baby didn't freak me out though, it made my heart pound, and the tiniest slither of desire for it to happen seeped into my consciousness; but only for a split second.

Edward's arms surrounded my waist as he pulled me on top of him. I could feel his erection through the thin cotton of his boxers. I had no shame; I wiggled a little until it was right where I wanted it to be.

"Bella," he said before he kissed me again, his hands glided down my spine, over my bum cheeks and he squeezed them as he pushed his hips up to me. "You feel so good." He murmured against my open mouth.

I wanted him so much, but I knew, without a condom, we couldn't.

Our kisses stayed soft, but so much desire was burning behind mine, so much selfish desire. I recalled our intimacy in the lake, the joint orgasm simply from dry humping each others bodies. Well, actually it was more like wet-humping. Before I could comprehend how he may react, I spoke.

"Edward, I want to try one thing." I said, my body zinging with need.

We didn't have protection, but there was nothing to stop us from both seeking a pleasurable release?

I placed my hands on either side of his shoulders and pushed up to a sitting position, lifting myself on my knees. He watched me; actually his eyes never left my breasts as I slowly lowered myself onto him.

His eyes widened as he stared at me, confused, and maybe a little panicky.

"I want to do what we did…in the lake." I rocked my hips, sliding my naked body up and down his length, the cotton of his boxers already damp from my arousal.

"Oh fuck, Bella. Fuck!" he closed his eyes, and lifted his chin, the crown of his head pressing into the pillow. I kept the pace slow, watching him underneath me, the stretch in his neck, his jaw set, his lips wet.

Edward is the most classically beautiful man I'll ever lay eyes on.

Edward reefed the pillow out from under his head and threw it to the floor. His hand grabbed my waist, anchoring me as he thrust up as I slid my body back and forth.

I watched, absorbing him, the tension in his abs, arms and neck, but his face, the look on his face… Edward's body in pleasure was a sight to behold.

I increased my pace. He opened his eyes and watched me.

I placed my hands over his and pulled on them, he let me glide them up to cover my breasts.

"I love you," I said breathlessly.

I did, I loved him irrevocably, my eyes watered with the emotion I was feeling, being so intimate with him and feeling his desire for me.

His large cool hands massaged my breasts; his concentration seemed to be equally distributed–thrusting purposefully underneath me as well paying close attention to what his hands were doing.

He thrust even faster.

This was as close to penetrative sex as we could safely get. The friction was sublime and I was already so close.

Imagine him actually being inside; imagine feeling his body completely connected to mine.

I was going to come.

I need his lips on me.

I leaned forward, his hands supporting my upper body as I pressed my open mouth over his. The feel of his tongue on mine was indescribable. His breath was fast and held the most delectable taste that I could have never conjured up on my own. Edward's breath, his essence.

It was Edward's tongue, and the feel of his erection rubbing relentlessly between my legs that set off my orgasm.

I came, rocking frantically and riding myself through the shooting pleasure that tingled right to my toes. I didn't stop rocking; I needed to feel him come as well.

When I opened my eyes, I looked upon Edward's face. His brow furrowed in deep crevices, his lips pursing, his long eyelashes fluttering.

"Bella!" his hands left my breasts and he grabbed my hips, stilling my movements as he pushed up hard against me and let go.

I felt the pulse and heat. I watched Edward's face as he climaxed. I knew he'd ridden it out when his tight hold on me softened, the creases on his forehead smoothed out in relaxation. He opened his eyes and he caressed my face as he pulled me into a soft breathless kiss.

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~~Edward~~

I kissed Bella deeply, but it wasn't enough. I was out of air, and drunk on the pleasure I'd just experienced with her.

I rolled her over, pressing her back against the mattress and attacking her with my mouth. I only pulled away to breathe then my lips descended to her neck while I gulped down air.

Fucking unbelievable.

I couldn't get the vision from my mind of Bella riding me – it was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced, because she was there with me, looking at me and gauging my reaction to what her body was doing. I'd had to close my eyes because Bella's look was too intense, too powerful, I wouldn't have lasted half the time if I'd been watching her.

I needed to get my boxers off and come back to the bed and just kiss her, touch her and absorb and reflect on everything I was feeling.

"Do not move an inch." I told her. I forced myself to pull away from her soft skin and get out of the mess in my underwear.

I scrambled off the bed and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed, her naked body stretched lazily, her legs straightened and her back arched. So fucking beautiful.

I walked into the bathroom, pulled off my boxers, and found a facecloth to clean myself. I was on the bed with her in a flash, wrapping my arms around her and pushing my naked body up to hers.

"Hmmmm," she moaned and pushed her breasts into my chest. "I like it when you're naked too."

I held her, my arms slipping under the small of her back, my mouth resting on the curve of her neck. Her fingers danced over my shoulder and through my hair. I was drowsy with relaxation and contentment. The temperature was cooler than yesterday, but Bella's body heat was enough to make me more than comfortable.

"I don't want to leave here," she said. "I'm scared that things will change between us when we're back in the hotel." Her voice was so soft.

I rolled over and pulled her to my chest. "It won't. We won't let it. I won't let anything change."

Anxiousness took hold of me. Should I tell her about Alice? How can I prepare her for my fucked up public life. Our trip to Laurent's was a fluke; we wouldn't be able to do that again without all hell breaking loose. Why do I feel like she's going to run from me?

"We'll get through it Bella. We'll be discreet, especially while the pictures of Rose and me are still headline news. The paparazzi will be following my every move, even more so than usual. I just want to have time to spend with you away from that part of my life. We can be relatively safe from that kind of intrusion in the hotel."

We kissed; the feeling of desire and longing was painful. I have to keep her hidden for as long as possible. She doesn't need to know about Alice's gift until they meet. I can't think about any of that now.

My kisses travelled down her neck and I started heading for her breasts when she stopped me.

"We should eat and get ready to leave in case Emmett gets here early. Why don't you have a shower and I'll start breakfast?"

She was right, but the desire to keep touching her was overwhelming. "Just a few more minutes," I said before I kissed her, "of this," I kissed her again, "then we can leave the bed."

"Edward," she moaned wantonly and I felt her tongue in my mouth.

This is more than love, more than passion and desire. I couldn't comprehend what I felt for her, so I just soaked up the sensation. It didn't take long before I became semi-erect and panting for breath.

Bella pulled away. "I think breakfast is a good idea now." She said as she bit down on her plump bottom lip and slowly got off the bed.

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~~Bella~~

We'd had breakfast together and had started packing our belongings. The morning had gone by in a blink of an eye and I was becoming distraught.

We'd showered separately. I understood now why Edward had stopped himself from just taking me in the shower yesterday. He didn't have a condom. That's why he asked me if I was taking a contraceptive. He would have entered me if I'd said I was on the pill. He'd never want to have a baby with me!

The thought made my stomach drop.

I stood in the bathroom, gathering my shampoo and conditioner and trying not to let the anxiety that was consuming me take hold. I looked at myself in the mirror above the basin. My skin glowed, my hair, even though it was a tangle of knots, looked as if it was intentionally styled. I felt more alive than I had in three years. I closed my eyes as I recalled the way he felt underneath me; his perfect body reacting to mine in a way that was too overpowering.

Did that happen? Yes, it did.

A part of me still couldn't fully accept that he was here because he wanted to be with me, because he was in love with me and wanted to have a relationship. It all seemed too implausible.

I wanted him, I loved him but it was painful to admit, because no matter how much I wanted to believe him, I knew if I let myself just bask in it, let myself completely absorb and revel in the feelings of love, it would be all the more debilitating when something went wrong.

He could change his mind when we get back to the hotel. He could change his mind when the song is copyrighted. He could love me until he leaves Vancouver, and I'll never see him again.

My hands were shaking. I always seemed to have these worst case scenario thoughts when he wasn't with me. When he's touching me, when he's looking at me, I believe him, completely. When I'm alone, those self doubts creep in. The feelings of unworthiness, the incredulity that Edward Cullen loves me, fills me with dread.

If this all goes wrong, I won't survive it. How could one person live through two broken hearts?

I knew I couldn't.

"Hey, are you OK?" Edward's soothing voice and warm hands caressed me. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm freaking out." I said truthfully. "I don't want to go back. I just need more time here, alone with you. I hate myself for not listening to you when you got here on Saturday and I wish we…"

I couldn't finish, I buried my face against his t-shirt, breathing him in, trying to memorize the scent.

"Bella," he bent his knees so he could be eye-height with me. "Please don't freak out, I'm doing enough of that for the both of us. I'm not going to lie to you, it won't be easy, but if we keep to ourselves in the hotel, we can work out what to do. Let's just get back there and meet like we would normally, at the bar. We can discuss everything; we can work out what we both want."

What we both want? What if you don't want the same as I do?

Edward's lips were on mine. It was a soft, delicate kiss that was so unlike the earlier desperate and passionate kisses we shared. My whole body was melting from the tenderness of it.

"Edward? Bella?"

Edward broke away from my lips when we heard Emmett call for us. He looked at me with a soft smile and an expression that told me everything would be OK, but we were out of time to be alone.

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"This is my cell number, Bella. I want you to call me if you need to, for anything OK?" said Emmett.

I took the piece of paper with his number and read. Emmett McCarty.

"Thanks Emmett," I said and went to put it in my pocket, but he shook his head at me.

"Put it in your contacts now please Bella, that piece of paper could get lost."

I rummaged for my phone in my bag and typed in his name and number.

"OK, now call me, so I have your number," he instructed in a business-like tone. I saw Edward roll his eyes theatrically behind Emmett's back.

I did what he asked, and I kind of felt secure in the knowledge that I had someone like Emmett that I could call on. He was candid and jovial, and I knew Edward trusted him completely. I couldn't help but feel the same.

Edward put my bag in the rental car and I watched as he placed his bag and guitar in Emmett's. I was panicky as I went from room to room, checking I hadn't left anything behind, closing the windows, trying to breathe deeply to calm myself.

I wrote a 'thank you' message in the visitor's book and clutched the key tightly, taking one last look at the room that would be in my memories forever. I locked the front door, closed the screened door and placed the key back in the little clay pot on the porch where I'd found it.

I looked down towards the cars to see Edward staring at me. I couldn't decipher the expression on his face; sadness, disappointment?

Emmett was already in the driver's seat. I walked down the stairs to embrace Edward.

"We'll follow you, OK, but I don't think we should interact on the ferry. I'll call you and we'll meet in the bar when we're back at the hotel."

"OK," I said simply. I needed to tell him what being with him here meant to me. I couldn't find the words; my head started to pound.

"Are you…OK?" Edward asked, twinning his fingers lightly in my hair.

"I…know we won't be alone like this again." I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking. "I…just wish…"

Edward kissed me and pulled away abruptly, but I saw he looked upset. "Just a few more hours and we can be together again, like this," he pulled me against his body. "I love you."

I closed my eyes. I didn't want him to think it was just the sexual intimacy I was going to miss. Emmett chose that second to start the car. I knew we had to go to reach the ferry in time.

Edward walked me to my rental car, opened the door and waited until I had my seat belt on before he kissed me goodbye.

My hands were trembling when I watched him walk to get into Emmett's car, and I willed the tears not to fall.

I took in long deep breaths as I drove down the driveway. I could see them both clearly in the rear-view mirror. They were speaking casually.

My panic slowly dissipated as I concentrated on driving.

I had no idea what would happen when we got back to the hotel. I tried to analyze why I felt so distraught, and then the realisation hit; it was as clear as the bright blue sky.

Riley hid me away from everyone. He never expressed his 'love' for me to anyone. Not his family, not his friends, no one.

I remembered the three months of mine and Riley's new physical relationship. The intimacy we'd shared didn't extend beyond the walls of my one bedroom apartment in Sydney.

The parallels between that relationship and mine and Edward's relationship were tenuous at best, but still the nagging doubts surfaced.

Edward doesn't want anyone to know about me. Edward will be my boyfriend only in the hotel.

I knew this wasn't the first time my mind had made this comparison.

What did I do wrong with Riley? What can I change so that I don't repeat the same mistakes with Edward?

I spent the next long hours drive making a mental list of things I could have made better.

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~~Edward~~

When my cell vibrated, I thought it was Bella. We'd be off the ferry in less that ten minutes and that meant just another thirty or forty minutes before we'd reach the hotel.

My mood darkened though when I saw it wasn't Bella calling me.

"Hello Heidi," I said.

"Edward. We need to debrief. Jace thinks we should turn the unfortunate incident to our advantage. I've booked the meeting room on the third floor, so can you come down in twenty minutes." It wasn't a question, it was an instruction. I also knew, as far as she and Jason Jenks were concerned, they did not view Rosalie's stunt as unfortunate.

"I'm not in the hotel." I said pleasantly, though through clenched teeth.

"Well, when can you get back? This can't wait until tomorrow. You and Rosalie will be seen travelling to the set tomorrow morning; I need time to prepare beforehand." She said tersely.

I knew there would be no getting out of this meeting and frankly, I wanted my time face-to-face with Rose to get the anger off my chest before we were expected to 'act' as the 'in love couple' on set. I knew Heidi, her meetings went for a couple of hours minimum, and that meant time that I could be with Bella wasted hearing about how Rosalie and I need to conduct ourselves in the public eye.

"Edward? What time can you be here?" she prompted me.

I felt my nostrils flare as I breathed in. "One hour."

"Alright. One hour, Edward. Meeting room on level three." She hung up.

"Fuck!" I spat.

"What was that all about?" Emmett asked.

"Meeting with Heidi and Rosalie in an hour to, I don't know, discuss what we should and shouldn't say in public about the pictures." I scoffed.

"You told Bella, right, so she's cool with it?" he asked me.

I thought of Bella. She said she believed me.

"Yes, Bella knows. I should call her and tell her I can't meet her for a couple of hours." I opened my contacts to scroll to Bella's name.

"Ed? I saw them…the pictures. They were on practically every cover of every magazine on the stand when I filled up with gas before I picked you up."

"How bad are they?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'll be honest; you'll have half the male population imaging their faces where yours is, and probably the entire female population wanting to be Rosalie." He chuckled, but he knew it wasn't funny. "They're bordering on porn, man, they look, even to me, they look real."

I dropped my phone in my lap and buried my face in my hands.

"You did explain everything to Bella. She knows they were set up." He stated.

I nodded. Yes, she knew, but something told me she would still react badly when she saw them. I knew her ex had hurt her, and even though she'd expressed her love, I sensed there was something she wasn't telling me.

I felt like the biggest hypocrite on the planet. I was keeping Alice's premonition from her.

I have to call her, before she starts driving.

I dialled her cell.

"Hi," she said softly. Just the sound of her voice excited me.

"Hi," I responded. Fuck, I need to see her.

"I was thinking that maybe I'd drop in on a friend that lives nearby. If that's OK?" she said.

Friend? What friend? I suddenly felt anxious. "Oh?" was all I could verbalize.

"I can meet you in the hotel bar, like we planned. We can meet after dinner, say eight?"

The insane caveman in me wanted to question her about who her friend was, but instead, I found myself agreeing.

"Yes," I said simply.

I needed to meet with Rose and Heidi anyway, so it made perfect sense to meet Bella in the bar later.

"OK, I'll see you tonight then. I…love you," she whispered softly and without giving me the opportunity to say it back, she hung up.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay…fanfiction *coughs* yeah, need I say more? So, Edward is going to confront Rosalie and hopefully Bella will confide in Kate…I promise to post promptly. Luv BBxx