A/N: Woot woot, here is the sixth installment of lexiecullen17 and my fic exchange piece we worked up for MrsAC. I hope you do so enjoy what's coming...if y'all read my stuff you know I love having end up resolved...in one way or another. MWAH

SM owns all the Twi stuff I just put them in football and cheerleader uniforms

-EPOV-

"Cullen!" my coach called out in the snippy voice he'd been using on me for the past week. Not that I could blame him; I'd been playing like complete and utter shit. My footwork had been sloppy and my passing had been atrocious. Every time I'd catch sight of Bella out of the corner of my eye, the rest of my body ceased to function properly. This was a major problem, considering we were now minutes away from stepping onto the field for our final playoff game against the Saints.

I turned around with a sigh. "Yeah, Coach?"

"There's someone out there to see you." He nodded towards the busted up hallway, still moldy with the after effects of Hurricane Katrina, and my heart nearly exploded. Was Bella coming back to wish me good luck? Why would she? my head argued. She hasn't so much as said a single word to you since her sorry excuse for a New Years text. Resolved that it wasn't Bella, I made my way to the hallway with a heavy heart.

I nearly laughed at what I saw. Drew Brees, the Saint's very own QB, was there, already decked out in his black and gold gear, waiting to talk to me. I raised my eyebrow at him and slapped him on the back. "Drew? To what do I owe this pleasure? Isn't this breaking all sorts of rules right now?"

"Cullen, what am I going to do with you?" He shook his head and sighed. I'd known Drew since I started playing college ball at Berkley. He was somewhat of my predecessor, and I respected the hell out of him. We'd become acquainted somewhat socially, before he'd given up the party scene and gotten married. I cringed, merely thinking the word. "Man, I've never seen you play this badly before, and...while I'm not gonna go easy on you, I figured I should check and see if you're okay."

"That's actually really decent of you, Drew. But, yeah, I'm fine. Apparently the Golden Boy has just lost his touch," I admitted self-deprecatingly.

"Just so you know, I don't believe that for a second." It was then that the cheerleaders ran past us, making their way out to the field. I froze when I caught sight of Bella. She had clearly just showered and gotten ready, and even with the crowds of other people, I could still smell her shampoo. She kept looking better and better...without me. The thought made my stomach plummet. "Cullen?" Drew called. "Cullen, you still with me?"

At the sound of my name, Bella turned around and finally made eye contact with me. After a week of missing that, my whole body responded...included my cock. I'd never been more grateful for a jock strap than in that very moment. I cleared my throat and turned back to Drew, who was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. "What?"

"Never thought I'd see the day..." With a smack on my ass, he turned and was gone. "Good luck, Cullen! You'll need it."

Out on the field, I was still playing miserably. We were approaching the half, and we were down by twenty-four points-three touch downs and a fucking field goal. Two of my passes had been intercepted because I was throwing wide, and I'd lost my footing because of near sacks more times than I could count. Demarcus Ware was a recent trade from The Cowboys, and that boy had a serious talent for wiping out quarter backs - I was getting progressively more nervous every time my feet would sleep and he would get closer.

We were almost at the end zone - I could nearly taste the touchdown...God knew we really needed it. Twelve yards outside the end zone, second down and seven yards to go, my coach called the "Quarterback Sneak." It was a play that I usually mastered eloquently. Because of my quick feet, the fake out would work perfectly, and I could run the ball into the endzone without being detected. Today, however, I was nervous about this play. Ware had been eyeing me keenly, looking for any way to stop me, and that motherfucker was a God damned giant.

"Break!"

I got into my position and held the ball tightly to my chest as it flew at me from the hike. Stepping back, I faked handing it off to Jake, who took off through the players as fast as a speeding bullet. Damn, that kid could run. Seeing my empty path, I took a few steps forward, making a break for it. I'd been so focused on my path, that I didn't even see Ware coming at me until I was on the ground with pain coursing through my shoulder.

"Fuck..." I groaned, the big bear of a man on top of me. He rolled off, giving me room to breathe, when suddenly, the crowd burst into cheers. I looked up to realize that the forward motion of the tackle was enough to propel the ball (and me) into the end zone. Touch down! Thank God.

I opened my eyes and saw Ware's apologetic face, and I knew that he hadn't intentionally hurt me. He was just a damn good defensive player. Smiling, Ware tapped my helmet before leaning down to offer his hand to me. I went to grab it, but I realized that I couldn't move my right arm. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I couldn't move my passing arm! Panicking, I started to breathe heavily, trying to stave off my hyperventilation. This was not good.

"Oh, shit..." Ware mumbled as my arm gave out and my torso collapsed onto the turf once again. I stared up at the stadium lights as I heard people on the field cry out, "Medic! Medic!" The field went silent, and I could hear my own heart beating above everything else. There was a shuffle of people moving around the field, but I couldn't bring myself to care anymore.

Could today get any worse? I might as well just give up any dream of playing in a Superbowl. It was clear to me now that my dreams weren't meant to be fulfilled.

Suddenly, I was being lifted from my left side into a standing position by a rather strong medic. One look at my arm, and I knew that my shoulder had been dislocated. Perfect. What did that mean? Three to six weeks of recovery time? I was totally and utterly fucked for the rest of the season. If my mother had been around, I probably would have cried again. The stadium cheered quietly as I walked off the field and was taken into the training room to meet with a doctor.

Because we were away, none of our in-house doctors were available, and I would have to deal with the trainers for The Saints. However, I didn't trust a single one of them. If they so much as pushed my arm the wrong way, my career would be over. I knew that that was taking things a little far, but my trust in people had severely been diminished over the past week. What I needed was my actual trainer: Bella.

The doctor grabbed the end of my hand and made to push it back in when I cried out, "Wait! Stop!" He looked at me with confusion and I continued on quickly. "My doctor is here, and I'd rather she do it than you, if that's okay."

"Sure," the doctor agreed. "Is she on the sidelines?"

"She's actually out on the field...ask Coach to bring Bella Swan in here, please?"

The doctor nodded for one of his assistants to head out and get her, and I pondered what the fuck I had just asked him to do. All I knew was that I needed her. I trusted her with my life and my playing arm (which, essentially was my life). But it was in that second that I realized something incredibly vital, something that I'd failed to acknowledge for too long.

Bella was my life.

Even if I never played another day in my life, I'd always want Bella to be by my side. And I finally fucking got what she was saying. I had been an asshole and a half, not even considering how she felt about her own career, because clearly mine was just so much more important. Well, fuck that. It wasn't. Bella was and would always be the most important.

She ran into the room and skidded to a halt in the doorway, seeing me sitting on the table. "Edward?" she croaked out, and I smiled upon realizing that she'd actually come to me.

The doctor purveyed the situation with doubt written across his face. "This is your doctor? A cheerleader?" he sneered.

"She's not just a cheerleader," I responded, my voice ice cold. "She's my doctor. So, your services won't be necessary, doctor. But thank you for getting her for me."

The doctor rolled his eyes, clearly not believing a word I was feeding him, but as long as he still left us alone, I couldn't have cared less. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me and Bella alone in silence. She crossed her arms, letting her breasts create the perfect amount of cleavage over the low cut neckline of her cheer uniform. Drool.

I tried to shift my arm to motion for her to come over, but I'd apparently forgotten that it was dislocated. I cringed at the pain that shot through the disconnected joint causing Bella to rush over to stand in between my legs.

"Fuck," I groaned, clenching my eyes shut. Suddenly, there were fingers being dragged through my hair, pushing the sweaty strands out of my eyes. I let my eyes relax as I inhaled and exhaled slowly, succumbing to the easy calm she created.

As her hand continued to stroke my hair, her other hand traveled down my arm to hold my gimpy hand. She intertwined her fingers with mine and moved her lips to hover in front of mine, in the sweetest torture known to man. I went to lean forward to press my lips to hers when she pulled my hand towards her forcefully, clicking my shoulder back into place without warning.

"Jesus motherfucking Christ, Bella!" I panted.

She took a massive step backwards and smirked. "Can you move your arm?" she asked with little feeling.

I squeezed my hand into a fist before splaying the fingers, stretching the sore muscles that had just tensed to the point of searing pain. Satisfied with her work, Bella turned to leave, and I couldn't have that. Not at all.

"Wait, Bella! Wait, please!" She stopped in her tracks but failed to turn around and look me in the eyes. Oh well, I was going to do this no matter what. "Bella, I love you. I'm so in love with you, and all I want to do is be with you for the rest of my life. I don't need to win tonight or the Superbowl or even play again. Honestly, I'd quit football right now if it meant that you would be with me again." She turned around slowly, finally bringing her dark eyes to mine. I could see the wonder in them, so I continued with my rant. "Bella, I'm sorry that I ambushed you like that at Christmas. I know that it was wrong. It wasn't fair to you to ask you to give up something that obviously means the world to you. I finally get it. But, please, tell me what I have to do to get you in my life again. I can't focus or do anything without you. And-"

Before I could continue, her lips were on mine, and all was right with the world again.

-BPOV-

Is it bad that I took a morbid pleasure it popping his shoulder in place without warning? No, I decided that it was at least a little bit owed to him. But Edward in pain did not make me feel any better.

I missed him-undeniably and irrevocably missed him. When they had carted him off the field, I'd been ready to toss my pom poms and rush after him. But, thankfully, the warning on Rose's face stopped me from doing just that.

Then, as if the heavens above were taking pity on me, the coach yelled for me to go back to the locker room. One of his shoulders was high and tight-up around his ears-and the other...well, it just hung there limply.

I knew that it had to be dislocated, and if it wasn't set properly, it wouldn't heal right. I leaned in near him and ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, matted to his forehead from the heat of his helmet. My lips drew closer to his-as if controlled by some cosmic force-and millimeters before they touched, I yanked his arm towards me and up. The disgusting click, snap noise let me know that I had succeeded.

My desire took over my senses; it had been so long since I had touched him or been so near his touch, and I knew that I was seconds away from breaking my resolve. But before I coud loose my nerve, I spun around to leave.

Edward's declaration of love stopped me dead in my tracks. And in the midst of his apology, I couldn't stand it any longer. Positioning myself between his legs, I twined my fingers back into his hair, the slick sweat making my grasp on his tangled tresses slide.

Edward moaned into my mouth as I bit down on his bottom lip. Suddenly, my head whipped backwards as a sharp tug on my ponytail forced my face up. His long graceful fingers gripped at the strands nearest my scalp. Then, I felt another sharp tug as he freed my hair from the restraints of its holder.

I felt my hair brush against my shoulders and my back. My fingers pulled Edward's face closer to mine. Our kiss became deeper and more filled with wanton need. His tongue ran along the back of my top teeth before swiping at at my upper lip and the delving forcefully back into my mouth.

Somewhere in my lust induced haze, I realized that the coaching staff-or that smart assed doctor-would be back by soon to check on their star quarterback's health. I decided to wait for the slow, seductive make up sex later. Right now I wanted primal, animalistic sex

Slowly, I pulled away from his kiss and pressed to chaste ones to each comer of his mouth.

"We need to hurry this along, Cullen," I cooed in his ear. "The second half will be starting soon, and you need to win this game for me." My teeth clamped down on his pale white ear lobe, to which Edward responded with a loud moan.

Pushing slightly on his good shoulder, he fell back onto the trainer's table with a soft thud and a quiet, "Ow, Bella."

"Shhh, Edward! As your doctor, I'm advising you to lay back and be quiet." I grinned wickedly as I checked to make sure the door was locked. "Now, Mr. Cullen, let me see if I can make you feel better today."

My right hand trailed languidly up high thigh and cupped his...well, cup. "Wow, baby, I didn't realize they made these this big," I announced, giggling at the sheer lunacy of it.

The criss-cross shoelace style tie on the front of his tight red pants gave way with a quick pull between my fingers. Then. my small hands smoothed the fabric out to his hips, curling around the hip pads. It took several short tugs to get the pants and jock strap low enough on his thighs to free his beautifully rigid cock.

His head made a dull noise as it fell back on the table when I took him inside my mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum caressed my tongue as I flattened it and ran it along the tip of his head. "Do you like that, Mr. Cullen?" He groaned in response, which I took to be "yes."

The veins running along his dick protruded with the pressure that the hardness of his erection placed against the skin. I took the time to trace the map-like lines; feeling his pulse against my tongue was erotic and driving me wild.

"God, Bella, I've missed you," Edward professed to the ceiling that he was concentrating on. We didn't have time for this right now. I needed to speed things along.

Releasing his erection from my grasp, I hastily rid myself of my spanks and soaked through panties, the warmth of my mouth never leaving from around him. Finally, I pulled away from him, saliva coating him from tip to base. The training table would have been ideal to climb on top of him and ride him into orgasmic bliss, but it wasn't as wide as I would have liked.

Instead, I slid my hand into his palm and gestured for him to stand. Using my hand to keep him from falling-what with his pants pulled tight around his thighs-he steadied himself easily.

I peered at him through my eyelashes and stood on tippy toes to press a sweet peck upon his kiss swollen lips. Then, I shocked him again by winking and turning around.

Bending over the the table, my hands placed on the edge of the opposite side, I wiggled my bare ass in front of him.

"Oh shit," was the only thing I heard before I felt like I was suddenly emerged in deep ocean waters. My ears felt plugged and spots appeared in my eyes as Edward pushed inside of me. The feeling of him stretching my walls quickly took over and overpowered all my other senses.

All I could do was feel. His hands clutched at my hip bones as he found his pace, and my pussy pressed around him, caressing him with each deep, hard stroke. I could feel the pent up sexual tension with each powerful thrust.

"Mmm, so good, baby...Just...like...that." My words punctuated his forward movement as he propelled my body into the side of the table.

Needing to keep from getting bruises on my stomach (which would have to be on display throughout the entire second half of the game), I tightened my hold on the edge. My moans increased, now that he found no resistance. His slick, thick cock pounded into me. Faster. And. Faster.

There was a small stutter in his movements...I knew he was close. His gulped in breath after breath, tightening his hold on my hips and lifting me back on my toes. The new angle was all it took. He was driving deeper and hitting against my cervix now.

I swear to God, I could feel him in my stomach, which was tightening and sending waves of heat to my dick-filled pussy. I felt his touch outside of my shirt, his palm sliding up my back and resting on my shoulder.

My body balanced between the table and on my toes. My back arched and my shoulder pulled back, allowing Edward to fill me and push on my spot. I came undone. Wave after wave of multiple orgasms crashed of my body.

Edward's jerky ministrations mixed with mine, until he slumped over and pressed his chest into my back, leaving the two of us tangled in a mess of trembling, orgasm quaking limbs.

The knock at the door made us both jump and hurriedly right our clothes. I pulled back on my panties and spanks, looked over my shoulder at my dressed, bewildered boyfriend.

Unlocking the door and walking past the offensive coach, I called out. "Apology accepted, Cullen. Now go win the God damned game!"

I stepped in the ladies bathroom and made sure to fix my hair and make up. Also, I noticed that I had put my spanks on backwards...haha, that could have been awkward.

The smile that was permanently plastered on my face would not go away. I shrugged and gave up, walking back to the sidelines. I realized there might only be two people who would notice. Edward was playing in the game already and the other was...

"Bella? What in the hell?" Rose. Of course she would choose now to talk, and she would know. She stepped in front of me, and her face lit up. "Oh...um, never mind. I guess I know what happened, and I, for one, am happy." I laughed over her giddiness over my getting laid. "I mean, one more empty container of Ben & Jerrys, and I was going to get you off myself." She winked before her face fell into a hard mask.

"Ewww," I felt the presence of them behind me. Jessica snort/laughed. "Keep your lesbo activities at home."

"And, Swan, don't think you can just disappear during half time," Lauren sniped. "Coach wants to see you after the game." Her smug face told me that she was happy I might be in trouble. But I was freshly fucked and happy that I would soon be Edward's in the public eye, as well.

Go ahead, you have only one game left...at most. My inner voice compelled me, and it was the only push I needed. "Aw, look, Rose. They're jealous." I smiled sweetly as acid laced my words. "The reason they talk so much is that the guys make sure their mouths get a good workout." Rose's mouth gaped open, as did the banshee whores.

I usually let everything slide off my back and ignored it but not today. "What are you girls up to? Three, four times a week? Is it an everyday, twice-a-day type of thing now?" I shot at them and then turned to the crowd waving and smiling.

That's when I noticed it. The entirety of the SuperDome was on its feet and cheering. Oh god, please don't let the Saints have scored again. But the sideline murmurings left me even more confused.

"What a comeback," one of the coaches said behind his clipboard.

"Yeah," one of the players agreed. "It's like something jolted him awake, and he has to win."

I spun quickly to stare openly dumbfounded at the score board. The Cardinals had scored two touchdowns and were only three points behind the Saints with the two minute buzzer sounding through the stadium.

The clock would run uninterrupted, outside of out of bound runs and time outs. One glance at the field, and my breath caught in my throat. Edward. Had. The. Ball.

The poles along the sidelines read first down. So, in essence we had two minutes-and a minimum of four tries-to get another first down, and a field goal (which we were in range for) to tie the game, or a touch down to win.

I watched, mesmerized by Edward's amazing transition. His teammate was right; he looked as if he'd had electric shock treatment and was wired to go. Edward was quick on his feet in the pocket and when forced out, scrambled and found his open man.

The clock ticked down and a miracle happened. The stadium, full of New Orlean's Saints fans, stood on their feet and counted out the final minute of the clock.

Edward caught the snap, stepped back and then forward to launch the ball in a perfect spiral down field. Emmett's large form blocked defensive tackles and cleared the space for him to have the time.

Jake was so far down the field-and so near the end zone-that it was a long shot, and Edward would have to have laser-like accuracy for Jacob to make the catch. Holding my breath, I watched in slow motion, from the ripples in his muscles to the precision arc of the ball as it slowly descended into the waiting hands of Arizona's rookie wide receiver.

With the ball nestled in his arms, I heard the crowd erupt with chants of 'Wow's and 'Amazing's with, what I was sure was, a spectacular run into the end zone. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it; my eyes were locked with Edward's.

He grinned at me as the background filled with the crowd's yells.

"5...4...3...2...Oh, what an upset the Cardinal's have brought over the previously undefeated New Orleans' Saints," the stadium's announcer spoke frantically and full of excitement.

Edward only had time to cock a crooked grin in my direction before the stampede of his teammates overtook him. Rose rushed to my side and encased me in her arms. "One down, one to go, and then everyone can know how fucking in love the two of you are."

A soothing man's country accent called out to me. But he wasn't calling me Bella. No. The unknown voice yelled once more. "Hey, doc! Doctor Swan!" I turned, and standing in front of the huddle of both teams' players-all shaking hands-was the star QB for the Saints, Drew Brees.

"Yeah, you." He laughed heartily, and a baby-faced grin spread across his face. "Just between you and me, doc, I guess I have to thank you for today's embarrassing upset." My mouth fell open in shock. "I know no one else knows...so, like I said between you and me." He looked over his shoulder and saw Edward staring him down...again, he chuckled.

Before he jogged off, he smiled, tipped his head all gentlemen-like, and winked. I could almost swear that I heard Edward growl from where I stood. As Brees closed in on him, his stern face softened and Brees laughter echoed around them.

-EPOV-

As soon as Jake caught the ball, I turned all my focus to Bella. It was as if I'd just woken up, seeing with clarity for the first time in weeks, all because of her. I hadn't expected her to forgive me so easily, but God damn, was I glad that she had. My eyes bore into her head until she heard wild cheering (which I assumed was because of Jake running into the endzone) and her eyes snapped up to mine. An easy grin spread over my face. I tried to maintain eye contact with her for as long as I could, but I was soon being bombarded by my coaches, teammates, and the press.

I gave my few standard statements to CBS, who had been covering the game. "Yes, I think I got refocused after my injury. It made me realize how limited my time playing is, and I wanted to leave a positive legacy with a team that I love so much," I responded to the microphones in my face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Drew Brees talking to my Bella. I knew that he was married, but I couldn't help but growl as he tipped his head and winked at her, causing her to blush. Using his southern "charm" I was sure. I was about to go over and ask him what he was saying to make her blush when he cut me to the chase and started jogging towards me instead.

"Congrats, Cullen," he said, smacking my good shoulder. "You've definitely got a keeper in that one. Don't fuck up again, okay?" He nodded towards Bella, and my insides automatically warmed. Had she been blushing because she'd been talking to him about me? But I thought we'd agreed to keep our relationship a secret still?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I joked.

His smile came back in full force as he leered at her. "Really? Then you wouldn't mind if I took her for a spin? That girl sure has a nice pair on her-" I didn't even let him finish his sentence before my fist was connecting with his crotch. He jumped back, but not before I heard the loud crack of his cup underneath my fist.

"Just making sure you were still wearing your cup."

He rolled his eyes knowingly. "Of course you were, asshole. Go. Your lady is waiting."

Huh. Apparently Drew knew...somehow. I wasn't going to put too much thought into it. Before I knew it, I was being dragged back into the locker room. I cleaned up quickly after we received our "rest up" lecture from our coach. The Superbowl wasn't for another two weeks, meaning that I had time to heal and recuperate. I knew he meant the lecture specifically for me, and I was glad to oblige.

After my quick shower, I was attacked by players on all sides. "QB 1, we're heading out for drinks, and you're expected to be there!" one of the players called from behind the lockers.

I shouted back, knowing that the only place I was going to be tonight was in my hotel room with Bella. "Actually, Doc says I have to stay home and ice my shoulder, but you guys have fun without me...you deserve it." I caught sight of Jake coming out the shower at that moment and flung my arm good around his still damp shoulders. "Especially you, Twenty-One. Thanks for having my back the other night," I whispered quietly, lowering my voice so only he could hear it. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say something. But I really appreciated it."

"No prob, Edward." He smiled back widely, and I was fairly certain that I'd just made the kid's night. Well, that, and he'd scored the winning touchdown, his rookie season. He was probably riding on Cloud Nine.

As I walked out of the locker room, I was assaulted by a little blonde thing. I wasn't sure who the hell it was until I heard her grateful voice in my ear. "Thank you. Whatever you did...just, thank you. I was getting really tired of coming home to a crying roommate every night." Rosalie pulled away as I gasped. Bella had been crying? "And if you tell her that I told you that, I will deny, deny, deny. Just...don't ever let that happen again. Or I'll junk punch you so hard you'll never be able to reproduce."

I nodded stiffly, feeling tears build at her words. Rosalie and I had never been incredibly close, but her words had quite the impact on me. She knew Bella better than anyone...well, not me. But everyone else.

Hopping into the bus, I saw that Bella was already inside, ready to head back to the hotel, too. Our coach entered the bus, looking at the half-empty vehicle before resting his gaze on me. "Cullen, you're not going out to celebrate tonight?"

"No, sir. I'm taking it easy," I said, pointing to my shoulder.

He smiled widely and nodded. "Good man."

The ride back to the hotel was excruciating. I could barely sit still, thinking about the celebration that was bound to take place in my room in mere minutes. Finally, we arrived, and I grabbed my keycard from my pocket, heading towards the elevator. I looked around quickly and remembered that we were all on the seventh floor, and I wanted to see if I could potentially change that.

I hurried over to the front desk, ignoring Bella's pointed stare. The woman behind the front desk smiled, but when her eyes caught mine, I saw the panic in them. "H-hello, M-Mr. Cullen. Welcome to the Windsor Court, how may I help you tonight?"

I smiled widely and glanced downwards at her nametag for slightly too long, making it seem as if I were checking out her rack. She blushed as my eyes rose back to hers. "Angela, is it?" She nodded, and I heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"Of course, Mr. Cullen. Congratulations on your win tonight."

I nodded in appreciation. "Thanks, but aren't you supposed to be mad at me?"

The girl gasped loudly before shaking her head furiously. "No, no...I'm originally from Phoenix. I go to Tulane now, but my heart will always belong with the Cardinals, Mr. Cullen. Now, what do you need?" Ah. A fan.

I leaned forward, resting my arms on the counter top, ignoring the shooting pain in my right shoulder. "Well, my teammates are all sharing rooms on the seventh floor, but I was hoping that I could get one that's a little...more private." I emphasized my words, so there would be no misunderstanding as to what I would be up to tonight, which...wasn't a lie. I was planning on fucking the hell out of Bella, if she'd have me. And though I wasn't looking at her, I could feel her steely gaze on the back of my head, letting me know that she felt similarly.

"Oh, right..." The girl blushed again, pushing her glasses up her nose as she clicked loudly on the keyboard. "Um, the only thing that we have would be our pent house. All of the single suites are booked up, due to the game." She flushed again under my eyes, and I started to feel a little bad for coming on so strong.

"What floor would that be on?"

"The twenty-second." She bit her lip and looked nervous. "It's also an extra $1500 for the night..." Laughing, I took out my wallet and produced my credit card. Bella being able to moan under me without abandon was definitely worth more than a mere fifteen hundred dollars. Instead of accepting the card, though, Angela pushed it back to me and shook her head. "No, sir, I wasn't insinuating that you pay! The Windsor is honored to have you stay here free of charge."

"Right." She nervously pushed the keycard in my direction, her breathing picking up. "Thanks so much for your help, Angela. Have a good night."

"You, too!" she called out to my retreating form, and I couldn't resist but to turn over my shoulder and respond.

"Oh, I'm planning on it." As I approached the elevator doors, Bella huffed and rolled her eyes. "How did you manage to escape without being seen?" I asked, still not looking her in the eyes.

"Went to the bathroom and came back to find you assaulting some poor girl."

"Assaulting?" I laughed, clutching my heart. "You wound me, Bella. I just got the hotel to comp our $1500 penthouse suite."

Bella let out a wheezing laugh as we stepped into the elevator. "You're shitting me. No fucking way. If that girl gets caught, she'll have to take $1500 out of her paycheck! Edward, you can't let her do that!"

"Bella, relax. I'm going to send her two Superbowl tickets with sideline passes. Poor thing was a Cardinals' fan."

Bella leaned into my side, allowing me to wrap my arms around her as we stood. "Well, that's very sweet of you, Mr. Cullen. Aren't you just a gracious QB. Picking up on some of the southern charm, I see? Like that Drew Brees...he's very handsome, you know."

"He's also very married," I growled in response.

"Is he? He didn't mention that to me..." She smiled and we waited, watching the lights on the floors go on one by one until we finally reached the top floor. I knew she was baiting me, but it was working. I couldn't wait to throw her up against a wall and ravish her in the very near future.

The doors opened, revealing a beautiful luxury suite. As soon as the doors closed behind us, Bella was in my arms, her lips rubbing against mine with a furious passion. I didn't even pause to let her breathe before pulling down her pants. The spandex dance pants came off quickly, and I saw that she had foregone underwear already, making my job that much easier.

I moved my lips down to suck at her neck while she pulled at my hair roughly, igniting my lust. I leaned back and hastily pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it next to her pants. Completely naked, she sprang back into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist so she could rub her wet center against the silky material of my warm up pants. "Edward," she panted, grinding herself against my now very erect dick.

She slid back down to the floor and tugged on my pants, pulling them to the ground. As she worked on my boxer briefs, my t-shirt was removed from my body, leaving us both naked and panting.

"Edward, I missed you...so much," she began, still panting. I took a step closer and wrapped my arms around her waist, caressing the pimpled flesh that arose there. "I'm sor-"

"Shh, baby, I missed you, too. But this was my fault. You don't have to be sorry," I whispered into her hair.

"But I am. And I want to be engaged to you. I want to marry you."

My entire body froze, each of the muscles tensing and clenching at her words. I leaned back, looking at her with wonder. "You...wait, what? Bella, I thought you didn't want to-"

She pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and smiled widely. "In two weeks, Edward Cullen, I'm going to wear your ring and tell everyone that I'm yours forever. I don't want to wait a second longer, okay?"

My throat dried, reflexively closing in on itself, making it feel cracked and raw with emotion. I think this is what they mean by "choked up," Cullen. "Really?" I couldn't stop my hands from trailing over every inch of her skin I could reach. It rose and flushed under my touch, making my cock ache with need.

"I hate the way I feel without you. I never want to go through that again."

"Oh, Bella." With that, my lips crashed to hers again, my tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth over and over again. We moved lithely to the four poster canopy bed, still entangled in one another's grasps. She pushed herself backwards onto the bed, crawling on her elbows to sprawl out in front of me for the taking.

I took my time in worshiping her body. I kissed my way up her legs, starting with a wet kiss on each one of her ankles before moving up to her knees and then to the insides of her thighs, which were slick with her arousal. My nose pressed into her flesh, gulping down her heady scent and committing it to memory before swiping my tongue out to taste it. She whimpered my name and clutched at my hair, guiding me to her swollen folds. I lapped with abandon, letting my tongue find every nook and cranny, before finding the small bundle of nerves that she needed me to touch so badly. I sucked it into my mouth before laving it again and again. Her thighs tried to wrap around my head, but I refused and pushed them down, fastening them in place on the mattress. She climaxed with my name on her lips, and I had never felt more at ease.

My cock felt differently, however. It was dying to be inside her. Without giving her time to recover, I moved myself to hover over her body and plunged into her soaking wet core. She gasped, unprepared for my invasion, but recovered quickly. "Oh God, yes!" she cried out, sounding only a little bit like a porn star...but my own personal porn star, so I couldn't really complain.

I thrust in quickly but took my time pulling out, creating the perfect amount of teasing friction. Soon, her hips were in action, trying to guide me along faster, but I refused. I used my left arm to pin her hips to the mattress, while my other went to fondle the soft skin on the underside of her breasts. I swiped my hand back and forth, trying to prolong the sensations of pleasure coursing through both of us. I wanted tonight to be the best night ever. After all, the love of my life had just agreed to marry me.

"I can't...wait...until...you're...Mrs...Cullen," I moaned, punctuating my words with me prolonged thrusting. My words spurred on an immediate reaction from Bella, causing her walls to clutch my cock within its firm grasp.

"I can't wait to be Mrs. Cullen," she moaned in reply. Her words made me momentarily lose my pace, affecting me so greatly, and she took advantage of the situation. She sped up her own hips, rocking them into mine as she squeezed my ass with her heels, pushing me into her deeper and harder.

"Bella!" I was precariously close to the edge, and I let my head fall to her shoulder to breathe in the scent of her sweat to keep me grounded. I peppered light kisses along her neck and collarbone, letting my teeth graze the skin before dragging my tongue along the same spots. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I rolled to my back, bringing Bella with me. She leaned down, letting our chests, which were slick with sweat, rub against one another with her constant rocking. She leaned down further, capturing my lips with hers, essentially panting into my mouth, as she ground her clit into my pelvic bone.

"EDWARD, FUCK!" she shouted, her orgasm taking over in prolonged shudders. The sudden sporadic clenching of her walls spurred on my own climax, causing me to erupt within her. I clutched her back to me, guiding her movements until I shot my cool liquid into her. "I love you."

"I love you," I responded, although love was starting to feel like an inadequate word.

She collapsed onto my chest, keeping me within her until I softened and slipped out. I rolled her to my side, making us face one another. "So, you were serious? You really want to marry me?"

"No, I said it just to get laid." I was stunned into silence. Her tinkling laughter gave way and caused my heart to start beating again. "Two weeks, Edward," she sighed, leaning her sweaty head to my chest.

"Two weeks." And then the world would know that Bella Swan was mine.

A/N: *gigglesnort* Sooo, chickadees how do we feel about this?