A/N: Just a one shot that I had in my head. All fluff!

"Here," Edward said, setting down a cup of coffee in front of me. We had camped out in the conference room, and we were both exhausted already.

I had traveled to Seattle, Washington, to my company's headquarters, in order to spend time with my boss and my team, and to help him with this presentation. I lived in California with my husband, working remote for the last several years. Edward lived in Seattle, and had only been my partner for the last two years.

In many ways, he and I were very similar people. We knew how to work hard, but we also knew when to stop and take a break. However, the pressure of this presentation was stressing us both out, so that's how we ended up still in the office at 8pm on a Wednesday night. His wife was waiting at home for him, but he said she understood how important this presentation was.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "Going to have a hell of a time sleeping tonight, so I may as well enjoy some coffee while I'm at it."

Edward chuckled, sitting back down next to me, looking back to my computer. We worked for a little longer before he leaned back in his chair, his hand running over his face.

"Bella, I have something I have to tell you."

"You think this presentation is garbage and tomorrow we will be screwed?" I laughed, humorlessly. "I agree."

"No, that's not it." He turned to look at me, shifting in his seat. His eyes bored into mine.

"Okay..." I stared back at him, realizing he was serious. "Edward, you are scaring me. What's going on?"

He sighed and reached for my hand. "You are being transferred to a different department."

To say I was shocked was a massive understatement. "I don't understand; I thought we were working well together. I like working with you, Edward. Why the hell do I have to be transferred?"

He sighed again, but didn't release my hand. "They have asked me to run a different department. You will still support my projects until we close them out, I specifically requested that, but after that we won't be working together anymore."

"But..."

"I already fought this fight, and I lost. I don't have any choice, Bella."

I sat back in my chair staring at him. He was one of the best partners I've ever had in my life, and I couldn't imagine doing this job without being able to lean on him. He watched me carefully, gauging my reaction to the news. He leaned forward just a little.

"This really sucks." I noticed his closeness and tried not to take a deep breath. He had always smelled so good, but I didn't want him to think I was creepy.

"Can I say something?"

I snorted. "Of course."

"Well, maybe 'say something' is wrong. Can I do something?" His eyes were still staring intently in mine. "Since we don't technically work together anymore, I want to do something that I've been wanting to do for a while. May I?"

With my free hand, I waved it toward him encouraging him to continue. His hand caught mine and pulled me toward him. Before I could think or say anything, his mouth was on mine. His lips touching mine caused a shock of pleasure to run through my body. Instinctively I pulled my hands away from his and circled them behind his head, pulling him closer to me.

He moaned as he tried to get even closer to me. That was hard to do sitting in two separate chairs. Edward started to stand up, pulling me with him, before grabbing me by the hips and placing me on the conference room table, pushing my computer out of the way.

"Edward..." His name came out like a prayer, as his mouth moved down to my neck from my mouth. He left me breathless and getting wetter by the second. I needed friction...more, I just needed more.

"Be patient, I want to enjoy you," he murmured against the skin of my neck.

"Did I say that out loud?" I wondered, half laughing. Edward's mouth stop working on my neck and he leaned his forehead against my shoulder. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head while he caught his breath.

Leaning back, he regarded me with dark eyes. "I'm not sure why I did that."

I smirked at him, pulling him a little closer. He came willingly, smiling back at me. "I'm glad you did. I've been wanting you to do that for almost two years."

Laughing, he put his forehead against mine. "We are so fucked."

I threw my head back, laughing. "I was hoping we were going to be, yes."

His eyes grew darker as he leaned forward, kissing me again. The fire began to build again as he brought his hands to my arms, sliding them down slowly. Arching into his touch, I brought my arms around his neck again grabbing him and pulling him closer.

He leaned back slightly. "Here?"

I shook my head. "My hotel?"

He smiled, but for a flash of a second, I saw his wavering decision. "Listen," I said, putting my hand to his cheek. "We don't have to do anything. It may be too much for both of us, given our situations."

Meaning, the spouses we had waiting for us at our respective homes. Meaning, we didn't want to go to the full cheating level. Meaning, it may mean more to us than we thought.

He rested his forehead against mine. "I don't know what to do. I've wanted this for a while also. Originally, I just thought you were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Now that I've gotten to know you, I see so much more than that." He leaned down, kissing me once, softly. "What do we do?"

I sighed, not having the answers either. Then I chuckled a little. "In another life, we wouldn't be having this conversation. We would be on the way to my hotel just enjoying the time we had. But, that's not our reality."

He laughed with me. "In another life, I wouldn't have been able to wait until the hotel."

"Fair enough."

He leaned back staring into my eyes. We both just looked at each other, trying to find the answer in the other's eyes. I saw the grim settlement of a decision, and I smiled.

"Hotel?"

"Yes. God, yes. And let's hurry."

We decided to use our separate cars to get there, and I was thankful. I needed a few minutes alone to truly comprehend what I was about to do. The reality of cheating was scary, guilt-ridden but altogether so exciting. I should have guessed that I was this kind of person; thought not inherently bad, I was starting to be selfish about physical pleasure. Years without sex and love can do that, I suppose.

It didn't diminish my love for my husband, or our life together, not really. Because I knew that I did love him. I just loved Edward in a different way. He was the calm in the storm of my life, always prodding me forward into the uncertainty of my job. He never lost his cool or made me feel like less of a person if I didn't understand something. He knew this was all new to me, since I had completely switched careers when starting to work with him, and he harvested my inner strength allowing me to focus on key elements of the job.

I would forever be grateful to him. And, after tonight, forever think of him in terms of what could have been had we met when we were both single.

By the time I made it to the hotel, my mind was solidly clear and ready. I had taken the internal guilt and locked it up into a box, temporarily throwing the key away. I knew I would spiral down with regret at what I had done later, but I couldn't ignore how I felt. Instead, I focused on now; the sensation of his hand meeting mine when we met in the parking lot. The feeling of the button in the elevator taking us to the proper floor. The sound of the door clicking after I used the card key to unlock it.

Before I could do anything in my room, Edward whirled me around and pressed me up against the door. He kissed me with a hunger I couldn't recall ever feeling before. His hands were everywhere at first, then they were focused on my blouse, unbuttoning it like he needed it off to be able to breathe. I concentrated on the same thing, getting his shirt off as quickly as possible. Then came his undershirt while he unhooked my bra.

He leaned back, breaking our kiss. Just staring at me. "Even more beautiful than in my imagination," he whispered, bringing his hands to my breasts. He skimmed his thumb over my already hard nipple causing me to stifle a moan. His eyes shot up to mine. "Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear everything."

Coming together, with chests bare, was intense. And the feeling of us touching like that made me feel absolutely breathless. With extra care, he pulled us toward the bed, kicking off his shoes in the process. I did the same, still just feeling my way through the experience. The hunger and need for him was raging inside my body, but I wanted to slow down just enough to really enjoy the moment.

Next came the pants for both of us. Without saying a word, he and I both took care of ourselves at the same time. Leaving our underwear on, we both crawled onto the bed staring at each other with about a foot gap in-between us.

He questioned me with his eyes, making sure this was still what I really wanted. I almost laughed at him, reaching for him to come closer. His smile was wide as he pushed forward into my arms. I realized that words weren't necessary any longer; we both knew what we wanted.

The change in tone in the air was quite evident. While before the heat and newness caused tight, rushed movements, now we were slow and soft. He laid me down on the bed, skimming his hands down my body lightly, caressing carefully. My arms wrapped around his back while he shifted slightly so that his weight was on top of me. He lined up deliciously right where I needed him.

I figured that Edward could feel the difference also, as he turned his head to deepen the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, electricity flying down my body. Everywhere he touched me, every motion, every breath filled me with wonder and excitement.

Finally, painfully slowly, he entered me. We sighed into each other's mouths at the feel. It wasn't just sex, not for me. I felt complete. When he pushed out and back in again, very slowly, I could feel every inch of him and my eyes involuntarily rolled back.

"Don't you dare look away now," he whispered against my lips, kissing me again. I struggled to open my eyes to look into his. Deep green stared down at me and I could almost feel everything through them.

He moved a little faster within me, but I resisted the urge to close my eyes and just feel him. My walls were crashing down around me as I continued to hold eye contact. His hand came up, softly caressing my cheek with his knuckles.

He leaned to the side a little, hitching my leg up under his arm. With the same hand, he brought it to my clit, circling slowly. The sensation was intense and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I arched my head up, pushing my chest into him. I felt his mouth latch on to one of my nipples and I almost screamed in pleasure.

"Come for me, Bella," he whispered against my chest.

At his voice, almost by his command, my body shattered. He captured my lips to quiet me as I almost screamed in pleasure. He rocked within me for a few moments before his own release. He moaned into my mouth, never separating us.

We had separated a little on the bed, laying down and resting. But Edward's eyes never left mine and I found that I couldn't look away from him either. My body was still humming from my orgasm, and his breath was still ragged from his.

"Did..." he started, glancing away from me. "Should we have done that?"

I sighed, feeling my body settling down now that we had to talk about real world stuff. I shifted on my side so that I could look down at him. Carefully, I formatted my words. "Perhaps not. I know that our home situations are different, so I am sorry for whatever ramifications this causes you. But I cannot find it in my heart to tell you I'm sorry that it happened."

He moved so that his posture matched mine. "I don't understand. What do you mean by home situations? We are both married. Tell me what's different."

I shook my head. "Married in paper alone. We haven't been in a marriage for many years. We are, at most, glorified roommates. I haven't had sex in over five years."

His eyes grew wide. "How can any man resist someone who looks like you? I mean, let's take your fucking awesome personality out of this for a moment. You are fucking gorgeous. I couldn't resist you if I saw you every day."

I smirked, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Meaning, if I lived in Seattle this would have happened a long time ago?"

He laughed. "Perhaps." He brought his hand up to my face. "You are amazing. Smart, funny, logical yet clever, but most of all beautiful. You should be with someone who would tell you that every day. And," he said, leaning closer, capturing my lips briefly. "you should be kissed and fucked as much as you want."

Not knowing what to say, I scooted a little closer to him and kissed him again. Though I knew we needed to continue to talk, figure out what to do from here, I really just wanted his lips on mine again. We kissed slow, just enjoying the continued heat of the moment.

Finally, though, I had to lower my face. A tear escaped, surprising us both, and I had tried to hide it. He saw, of course, because I hadn't pulled away fast enough.

"Bella..."

"No, really, it's fine. I knew this would end this way. I just wanted to pretend for a moment or two." I rolled over to my back allowing another tear fall. "You should go, Edward. Your wife is expecting you."

"No, I'm not leaving. I already told her that I wouldn't be home tonight. That I chose to stay at a hotel close to the office. Bella, I'm not leaving."

My head rolled over toward him. His face was etched with concern as he stared down at me. "Why?"

His body shifted until he was laying on top of me again. I felt his penis hard and pushing against me again. My legs naturally wound around him. He leaned his face down, kissing my neck. "Maybe I wanted to pretend for a while, too," he whispered in my ear, before sucking my lobe into his mouth. He slid into me slowly, as he continued to lick and kiss my neck. "Maybe I wanted to feel you tremble in my hands. Maybe I wanted to feel you with my entire body, you surrounding me."

I struggled to breathe, everything that he was saying was exactly what I wanted to hear. I had to keep myself in this moment and not think about what the future would hold for us. Right now, I just wanted to feel.

He shifted so he could look me in the eyes. "Maybe I wanted to be inside you when I tell you that I love you."

Air rushed out of my body, and the tears started in earnest now. He calmly kissed them away before kissing my mouth, my tears mingling with our saliva.

His pace picked up. "I love you, baby."

"Edward..." I moaned, feeling myself lifting again so quickly. My body was soaring and I couldn't think.

"Bella, look at me."

My eyes opened slowly and stared at him.

"I want you to look at me and see that I'm not lying. I'm not just telling you something I think you want to hear. That I am not saying this just to sleep with you. I love you."

More tears leaked out as I brought my hand to his face. "Edward, I love you more than anything in the world."

He smiled that crooked grin, kissing me lightly. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you again."

With a smirk, I pushed him off, settling him down on the bed. I slowly slid over him, taking him inside me again. "Maybe I want to control this time," I murmured into his mouth, before deepening our kiss. His hands rested on my hips as he ground into me, moaning again.

"Maybe I wanted to pretend, too. Pretend that I don't have to give you up at the end of the week when I fly home. Maybe, just maybe, I wanted to dream that this was real."

"It's real, baby. I'm here and I love you," he whispered, pulling back to look at me again.

I shook my head, fighting the sadness that was creeping into my eyes. "It ends, Edward. We both know it will."

His eyes were fierce as he brought his hands up to my cheeks. "I've never met anyone like you. If I had met you years ago, I wouldn't be married to her right now. Bella, baby, I need you. I can't live without you now."

He brought his hand down and started circling my clit again. I didn't know what to say or how to react to what he said, so I focused on the sensation of his hand on me, and him within me. I closed my eyes, sitting up slightly and felt myself fall over the edge again.

"Edward..." I cried as he caught me, falling toward him unable to stay upright. He whispered that he loved me again as he pushed one final time inside me.

I rested my head on his shoulder, not willing to separate us yet. His hands made slow circles on my back, just waiting for me to catch my breath. Finally, I sat up and kissed him again slowly.

"Bella..."

I leaned back and looked at him. His eyes were apologetic. "Please talk to me."

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell me you love me and you want to be with me," he almost pled.

I smiled. "Of course I love you and want to be with you, silly. But that's a whole lot of complicated, and I don't know what we do about this."

Edward scooted back, taking me with him, until he was leaning against the headboard. We still hadn't separated, and I could feel him pulsing within me getting hard again.

"Do you feel how much you turn me on, baby?" he asked, kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear. "I've had you twice and I want you again already. I want to do this with you every night. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to do everything with you, Bella."

I shifted back so I could look at him. I could tell that he was being honest with me, his eyes screaming to believe him. "I don't know what to do. We both have lives we are living. This doesn't change our situations, Edward. We have responsibilities to others, too." He looked dejected and sad, tearing his eyes away from me for a moment. Putting my hand up to his cheek, I pulled his face back over so he was looking me in the eye again. "I love you," I whispered, not breaking eye contact. "I want all those things, too. More than you know."

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. "I can't handle the thought of you leaving. Not now that I finally have you."

The raw emotion in his voice caused my heart to stutter. Wasn't this what I had wanted for the last two years, since the first time I saw his face in my interview? I was struck by how beautiful he was, and so much more than that at the same time. Over the last two years I worked, silently ogling him, hoping for a reason to travel so I could see his face again. But soon, I found that just talking to him about anything was enough. His voice calmly reassured me with everything we had been through.

He smirked and huffed a laugh, taking me away from my inner dialog. "I guess it's a good thing we aren't partners anymore. I'd hate to think what kind of performance evaluation I would give you now, when our boss asks."

I laughed, kissing his nose. "You can give me one now?"

He joined my laughter, shifting his hips so that he was deeper within me. I groaned at the contact, getting wet for him all over again.

"So wet, baby," he whispered, kissing my neck. "Move, Bella, make yourself wetter for me."

I silently obeyed him, letting my head fall backwards as he continued kissing and licking my neck.

"You take direction well." I laughed as he began my 'evaluation'. "You turn me on more than anyone I have ever known. You and I fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly shaped for the other."

I moaned at his words, shifting so I could take him even deeper. His breath caught in his throat as his hips surged forward, jarring us both.

"You are sexy and beautiful. Clever and kind. You...are...everything." He punctuated his words with swift movements. I raked my hands through his hair, bringing his face up to meet mine in a rushed kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it hard, eliciting the most amazing sound from him. His arms tightened around me and his mouth moved in a rushed state.

We'd had soft already, this was all arms pulling the other closer, lips mashing together, and just heat everywhere. I couldn't get enough of him, and it seemed he felt the same. We tugged at each other, gasped air between kisses, constantly moving to keep the delightful friction going.

"Edward, I...I need..." I squeezed my eyes shut as I exploded in fire all over my body, still creeping up toward the next orgasm.

His teeth and tongue were on my neck again, and my ears. "What do you need, baby?"

"Harder. I need you harder."

Swiftly, he grabbed us and rolled so he was on top of me again, sliding down the bed a little. He was back inside me in a moment, slamming into me roughly in one stroke. I heard the headboard of the bed slam into the wall, but I couldn't find it in me to care. He kept slamming into me, harder and harder each time to the point that I thought I might actually be bruised the next day. But it was delicious. It was exactly what I wanted.

"Baby, look at me." He kept pounding into me, and his breath was short and ragged. I looked into his eyes and immediately my body exploded around him.

I screamed, I was sure of it, experiencing the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. He rode the wave of my explosion and then slammed into me one final time, losing himself as well.

His head fell to my shoulder. "Fuck."

I laughed, softly scraping his sweat soaked hair and the back of his neck. "Yeah. Fuck indeed."

He laughed lightly, sitting up and kissing me softly. "It just gets better and better."

"Two pieces of a puzzle, Edward? Do you really believe that?"

He nodded, his finger lightly stroking the side of my face. "Can't you feel it? It's like we were made for each other. There was never any embarrassment about being naked in front of the other, no fumbling through the first time, no awkward moments. Three times, baby, three! And the next was even better than the last."

Again, my heart surged and butterflies erupted in my stomach. He was right. I had been with several men in the course of my life before I had gotten married, and none of them were like this. He was right; we just fit perfectly together.

"Edward, what are we going to do?" I bit my lip, staring up at him. His eyes shot to mine and he grimaced.

"Divorce. It's the only way."

Breath rushed out of my mouth. "Do you want that?"

He never took his eyes off mine. "I want you. I can't..." his breath caught a little. "I can't let you go, Bella."

My hand rested on his cheek. "It's going to be really hard. There is going to be pain brought to those I know we both love. Am I worth going through that for, Edward?"

He looked at me, his face completely serious. "You are worth whatever hardships I have to go through. I want to be with you. I'd walk on fire to get to you, my Bella."

I melted and smiled. He mirrored me. "I love you so much, Edward. I know this is going to be hard, but we can do this. We will find our way to being together, baby."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Like I said, this was just fluff, but I liked it. I hope you did as well.

I have a new Twilight story that I'm working on, which will not be a one shot. Still working through the editing process, but hoping to to post later this year. First time writing a story in vampire form!