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Couples Therapy

Heartbreak Hotel

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Edward's Point of View.

As soon as I left the place that I've called home for the last four year and three months, I headed straight for Carlisle and Esme's. I needed to update them on what a disappointment, and prick, that I'd become. After I told them what had happened, shock wasn't enough to describe how they felt about my actions. They told me that I had acted like a child and that I deserved everything I got. But thankfully, no matter how pissed of they were with me, they told me that I was welcome to stay until Bella and I decided what to do.

"Well?" Carlisle looked at me expectantly.

"Well what?" I asked him.

"What are you and Bella going to do now?" he elaborated.

I shook my head. I didn't have the faintest clue what was going to happen to us now. I wanted to say that things would work out soon enough, but I didn't know that. Bella, in all the time that I had known her, had never looked at me the way she had earlier at home. It was if I were a stranger to her now.

"I have no idea," I said truthfully. "She doesn't even wanna see me right now, or talk to me for that matter."

"That's understandable," Esme spoke for the first time in a while, before shaking her head in disbelief. "I just can't believe that you would do such a thing, Edward."

Neither could I. "Look, I messed things up and I am going to pay for this for the rest of my life which I deserve, I know. But I can't take back what I did, no matter how much I wish I could."

Carlisle looked thoughtful. "And this other woman, what about her?"

"There is no other woman!" I yelled defensively. "She was nothing and she's back in Boston now anyway, she didn't even matter. It's not like we had an affair or anything...we didn't even have sex! I know that technically I still cheated but...a few kisses and a couple of...indiscretions do not qualify as a licentious affair."

I didn't really want to say blowjobs in front of my parents.

"You can't justify this Edward," Esme said flatly.

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. "I'm not trying too! All I'm trying to do is explain that it could have been anyone ok? That woman wasn't special...I probably would have felt less cheap if I had gone to a hooker!"

They didn't say anything but continued looking at me. I knew what was going on in their heads; it didn't take a genius to figure it out. But they weren't thinking anything that I wasn't already, I didn't want pity, but they had to know that I hated myself right now.

I took some calming breaths. "Look, I know that this is my fault and I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me. The most important person in my whole world is miserable because of me."

They continued to stare at me but I knew I had to get this out.

"I told her to trust me because I loved her so much that I could never hurt her, so she did and I failed her. I begged her to marry me when she was unsure and she did because I promised that I would never let her down, but I did. She gave me everything...and I gave her nothing. So nothing you say will ever be able to make me feel worse. Trust me."

My parents exchanged glances. "And you mean it when you say that this woman is no longer in your life?" Esme asked.

"Not that she was in it to begin with, but no, she is long gone," I told them honestly. "Bella is all I care about. I will do anything to get us back to how we use to be."

"You realise that that may be impossible now?" Carlisle reminded me.

"I know." The only thing that I could hope for was for Bella to let me make this up to her, no matter how long it took.

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Bella's Point of View

I finally stopped crying. Edward had only left a few hours ago and I was missing him already, which is weird seeing as how he was rarely here I know, but actually knowing that he wasn't coming home to me tonight made it all the more worse. I crawled into bed and instantly went to his side, snuggling down and inhaling his scent that had lingered on the pillow. I was exhausted but couldn't sleep. I looked around our bedroom and shivered at how empty it felt to me now.

I was separated.

With that thought my eyes drifted to a photo on the wall. It was of me and Edward on our wedding day, we looked so happy. I couldn't help but think back to that day and the amazing night the followed.

Flashback – Four years and three months ago.

The chapel was small but beautiful, our family and closest friends present watching us on the most important day of our lives.

I tried my best to hang on every word, but couldn't help sneaking glances toward the man at my side, as the priest continued his speech on love, its existence, and its ability to conquer all. I grinned when I caught Edward looking at me through the corner of his eye, his thoughts so obviously mirroring my own. Was it even accepted to have naughty thoughts while being joined in marriage by a man of god? If it was, then Edward and I were surely damned.

The priest looked at me and smiled. "Do you Isabella Swan, take Edward Cullen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I gazed at the man beside me. "I do."

The priest turned to Edward. "Do you Edward Cullen, take Isabella Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Edward smiled at me. "I do."

Our eyes remained locked as the priest joined our hands and rested his on top. "May Edward and Isabella find happiness in their union and live faithfully together, performing the vow and covenant that they have made to each other. May they ever remain in sympathy and understanding, that their years be rich in the joys of life. What god has joined together let no one break apart. With the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. "

I felt giddy and couldn't hide my happiness. I was now a married woman.

"Edward," The priest said with a grin. "You may kiss your bride."

Edward cupped my cheeks and gently placed his lips onto mine. After a few moments he pulled away and leant his forehead against mine. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," I replied with a tear in my eye.

We turned around to the sound of applause and took our first walk together as a married couple.

The party afterwards was great, but torturous. The reception was being held at the same hotel that Edward and I were spending the night in before going on our honeymoon the following day. Everyone invited to our wedding offering their congratulations was appreciated but tiring. All night Edward and I kept sneaking little glances which all showed our desperation to be alone, and they didn't go unnoticed.

"Why don't you two just go upstairs now?" Rosalie asked clearly amused at my situation. "It's so obvious."

"What's obvious?" I tried to act inconspicuous but failed.

"You and Edward," Alice laughed. "Eager to get to bed are we?"

Apparently it was obvious to everyone. "You guys...are being entirely inappropriate."

"Yeah right," Rosalie snickered. "I'm willing to bet not as inappropriate as the thoughts that are currently going on in your head."

"We can't just leave," I said.

"Why?" Alice questioned.

"Because it's our wedding reception, don't you think people might notice?" I couldn't believe that they had suggested such a thing.

Just then my husband again caught my eye from across the hall and sent me a sexy smile. I smiled back and realised that I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. I needed him. Now.

I looked at a nearby clock on the wall which read 9.42pm and made a decision. Fuck the people. It's our party and we can leave it early if we wanted to.

Edward was in favour of my idea to retire early, and after bidding our guests farewell and telling them to carry on enjoying the rest of the party, Edward and I headed upstairs. It was clear to everyone why we wanted to get out of there so quickly and quite frankly I didn't give a shit. I needed to be with my husband.

We made it up to our suite and stopped outside the door as Edward frantically tried to find the key card that he had in his tux somewhere, all the while keeping his lips glued to mine.

Edward reluctantly broke our kiss and sighed frustratingly, quickly rummaging through his jacket pockets. "I have the fucking thing with me I know I do."

"Did you check the back pocket?" I asked breathlessly.

Edward stilled then put his hand in the back of his trouser pocket. He pulled out a white card and raised it in his hand. "I fucking love you." He slid the card into the key lock and waited for the light to turn green, before pushing open the door and scooping me up into his arms.

"God you're romantic," I gushed. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine as he carried me over the threshold, kicking the door closed behind him with his leg.

He set me down on my feet, grabbed my ass roughly and pulled me into him brusquely, his tongue fiercely prodding around in my mouth. "I want you so bad," he panted as he grinded himself against me, his kisses becoming more and more forceful.

"Edward, wait a second," I managed against his lips, which went straight to my neck when I had disturbed them. "Please baby."

He stopped this time and looked at me in confusion, his eyes hazed with lust. "What's wrong?"

"Listen," I said trying to get my breath back. "I absolutely love it when we fuck..."

"So why are we wasting our time talking?" Edward leaned in again but I stopped him. "What?"

"This is our wedding night," I said softly. "We can fuck whenever we want, but tonight I really need you to make love to me Edward."

He slowly released me and put his hands on his hips. Closing his eyes he took a few deep breaths, before his lids fluttered open. The love in his eyes was unmistakeable. "So you want it nice and slow?"

"Yes please," I whispered.

He nuzzled my neck. "I'll try my best."

"I have a surprise for you."

He looked up intrigued. "Do you now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Is it soft or see through?" he asked wiggling his brows.

"You'll just have to wait and see," I told him before turning my back to him. I glanced over my shoulder. "Can you unzip me please?" He didn't say anything only smirked, and I soon felt the zip on the back of my wedding gown being lowered slowly. I held the dress to my chest to keep it from falling and turned around. "I'll be right with you."

"Don't take too long," he said pleadingly.

I gave him a lingering kiss before making my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and saw the box that I had placed on the side earlier. Twenty minutes later I glanced in the mirror for the last time, before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom.

I stood in the bedroom doorway, loving the feel of the white silk nightgown against my skin that I had just put on moments ago, and saw Edward lying on his back on the bed wearing nothing but his boxers. He was staring at the ceiling and hadn't noticed me come in.

"What do you think?" I asked getting his attention.

He sat up quickly and stared at me lustfully. God I loved it when he looked at me like that, it was as if I was the only thing that mattered to him in the world and that moment.

He beckoned me to go over to him with his finger. "Come ere you," he said in his sexiest voice.

I walked over to where he was sitting on the edge of our ridiculously huge bed not once breaking eye contact and placed my hands on his shoulders. He gripped my hips gently with his hands and continued to gaze up into my eyes.

"Have I told you how stunning you looked today?" he asked me and started to rub my hips.

"Once or twice," I replied, my hands creeping up into his hair.

His hands began to travel up and down my legs, my breath hitching in my throat as he started to caress the back of my thighs.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "And I love you so much, Bella."

"I love you too, Edward," I replied, my voice thick with emotion.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I needed him so much right now, probably more than I needed air at this moment. I felt his tongue start to tenderly invade my mouth, as I let one of my hands trail down his chest, past his abs and onto the hard bulge hidden inside his boxers.

"Bella," Edward whispered against my lips as he felt me cup him firmly with my hand.

I felt his lips leave mine and opened my eyes, the lustful gaze I was receiving from my husband causing me to tingle all over. My husband. That was going to take some getting use to, but I loved the sound of it.

Edwards hand's crept up my inner thigh. "What are you thinking about?"

I kept rubbing him through his boxers. "Just about how lucky I am to be your wife."

His hand got higher and was almost touching me where I so desperately needed it. "I'm the lucky one Mrs Cullen."

My heart skipped a beat. I loved the sound of that too.

"Please Edward." I was practically begging.

"What baby?" he asked teasingly. He always knew exactly what I wanted.

"Touch me," I replied pleadingly. Edward finally put me out of my misery and put his fingers on me. I gasped softly at the initial contact.

Edward looked at me almost predatory. "You're soaked already."

"Always am when you're around," I said in a whisper.

Edward slowly stood to his feet and pulled his fingers away fro me. He turned me around so my back was to the bed. "Lie down."

I did love it when he took control. My eyes never left his as I eased myself onto the bed and lay down on my back. He observed me hungrily as he pulled down his boxers, his erection springing out towards me. God he had a gorgeous dick. I didn't have anything to compare it to in the flesh, Edward was the only guy that I had been with but I'd seen porno movies. He could be in one if he chose, his shaft being long and thick enough to put any man to shame.

My legs opened on instinct when he crawled onto the bed to join me and lay down beside me. He propped himself up on his elbow, his hand gliding in between my legs. "This is what you want?"

"Yes," I replied almost incoherently.

I bit my bottom lip in order to keep composed as Edward's fingers began to the work their magic on me, stroking each fold with such care and attention that I could have cried from the beauty of it. My breathing got heavier as I felt him begin to push his fingers inside me, and moaned quietly when I felt him press his lips to mine once again.

Edward's lips were soon on my neck, sucking on my soft skin. "You're so beautiful."

I grasped clumps of his hair in my hands, as my legs began to clench around his fingers which were still working tenderly against me. "Edward?"

He raised his head. "Yeah?"

"I need you inside," I said in a whisper.

I felt his hands leave me but was only disappointed for a split second at the loss, as he climbed in between my legs.

"So impatient at times," he grinned.

"I know what I want."

"I love you, Bella Cullen," he said, then started pushing slowly inside me.

My phone started to ring loudly making me jump, disturbing my trip down memory lane. Fuck. Just as I was getting to the good part!

I reached over to the side table and answered it.

"Hello," I greeted, slightly pissed off at the interruption. "No its fine Rosalie. I-I-I wasn't doing anything."

I miss him already.

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