So here is the lovely and amazing PWTF with her chapter, and as always it is made of complete win. I do sincerely apologize as beta for taking so long to get this edited and back to her, I've had it for a week but was hospitalized right after Christmas, I'm all good now so hopefully my noodle with think something up in response to this awesome chapter of hers.

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Standing on the tiny balcony outside of my hotel room, I felt a gentle breeze blow my hair behind me. I gazed down at the lights of London twinkling in the night sky.

It was a gorgeous sight, and it felt like an out-of-body experience. I still couldn't believe that I was actually here, in London, swimming for a gold medal. It was completely unreal.

I heard the sliding glass door open behind me, and a moment later felt two gentle hands stroke their way down my arms, from my shoulder to my hands before lacing our fingertips together. His presence simply added to the unreality of the entire situation.

It was too much to ask for, too perfect. I must have had an incredible stroke of luck, and I couldn't help but feel that this was all a dream, that one day I would wake up and be alone back home in the United States.

Turning my head slightly to look at him, my eyes were met with his emerald stare. We held that position for minutes before either of us broke the silence.

"Let's go inside," he murmured in his perfect voice. Not able to resist that voice and those eyes, I nodded in agreement.

Leading me inside, he curled up on the bed and pulled me into his lap. My head rested on his chest as we simply cuddled. It was the most peaceful feeling in the world, and I never wanted it to end.

However, I realized I hadn't showered yet, and I needed to do so before I went to bed so I wouldn't have to wake up extra early the next morning.

Gazing up into his eyes apologetically, I confessed, "I need to go get cleaned up before bed."

He smiled down at me, forgiving me instantly.

"Of course, I'll be right here waiting for you."

Groaning with regret, I pulled myself out of the bed and dragged my body to the bathroom. Turning on the water and peeling off my clothes, I couldn't help but think of him, lying in my bed, only separated from me by a single door.

The thought made me instantly aroused, and I stepped into the shower, trying to distract myself from the thoughts of what I could be doing in that bed right now.

Just after I grabbed the shampoo, I thought I heard a faint sound in the bathroom. It had to be him.

"Edward?"

No reply.

This was starting to get a bit creepy. I never should have watched Psycho. I tensed up and clenched the shampoo bottle, ready to throw it at my attacker.

I couldn't bear to die in the shower, completely nude. Neither did I want any perverted cops inspecting my body in the investigation.

A hand reached around the shower curtain. I was about to throw the bottle when the hand pulled the cheap plastic all the way back, revealing Edward's smiling face.

"Mind if I join you?" I let out a giant sigh of relief and relaxed my pose.

"N-no," I managed to stutter out.

He noticed my shock and sudden relaxation and laughed out loud, stepping into the shower with me.

"What, were you going to incapacitate me with your shampoo?"

"Shut up," I moaned.

"You didn't answer when I called your name. I thought you were some creep coming to murder me."

He laughed again, even more exuberantly.

"I can still kick you out of the shower, you know."

The laughter stopped immediately, and he was suddenly intense.

"How about I help relieve some of that tension?" He asked, gently taking the shampoo bottle from my hand.

Squirting the liquid into his hand, he turned me around so my back was to him and began gently massaging my head. My tension relaxed instantly, and I leaned back into his body, feeling his already hardening member.

Deciding not to rush things, I remained in place and allowed Edward to finish washing and conditioning my hair. Staying torturously still, I felt my legs start to quiver from attempting to restrain myself. He was only touching my hair, yet I was already dripping.

Please, hurry!

I begged in my mind. Complying with my silent plea, he grabbed the bar of soap and worked it into a lather on his palms. He started out perfectly innocently, working his way from my neck, along my shoulders, and down my back.

My body couldn't take it anymore, and I let out a gentle whimper. I wanted more. I needed more.

Deciding I'd been teased enough, he finally moved his hands to my breasts. He massaged them gently, the soap causing the sensation to feel extra smooth. I closed my eyes in relief, sighing contentedly.

He moved his fingers to my nipples, rolling them gently before squeezing. It still wasn't enough, and my hands moved of their own accord to his bronze locks, roughly pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips moved in perfect sync, rapidly increasing in passion as my tongue worked its way into his mouth.

One of his hands left my breast as he rinsed it quickly in the water before moving it down my body to my clit. Rolling my right nipple and stroking and pinching my clit alternately as our tongues danced, he brought me right to the edge.

I needed a release, and I reluctantly broke the kiss, moaning, "Edward, I need you inside me, now."

He shifted our positions so I was pressed up against the smooth shower wall before lifting me slightly. I placed my hands on his shoulders to help suspend myself, as my feet were barely touching the floor.

He thrust into me with one strong stroke, filling me perfectly and causing my arms to go completely limp and useless. With the only thing holding me up being Edward's arms, I was completely at his mercy.

His thrusting continued, each time filling me with the deepest contentment in the world. I tensed yet again, and could feel my inner coil pulled completely tight, ready to burst.

Showing near superhuman strength, he moved one arm down, now supporting me with just one arm. His now free arm returned to my clit, pinching it suddenly as he thrust in simultaneously.

The combination sent me over the edge as my body filled with ecstasy and I called out his name in a violent orgasm. After a couple more thrusts, I felt him tense up as he came deep inside of me.

When we had both come down from our highs, he gently lowered me down to the floor of the shower and pulled out of me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness.

A few minutes later, having dried each other off, we lay in bed, curled up together. His arm, wrapped around me, pulled me close as he whispered in my ear.

"Sleep tight, my dear Bella."

"'Night," I managed to mumble, not sure if he even understood as I drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep in his arms.

A sudden, loud knocking jerked me awake and I shot up in bed, ripping my headphones from my ears.

How disorienting. It felt like I was just going to sleep. So much for no distractions. My panties were soaked, and I felt a pang of loss upon realizing that I had been dreaming. We had barely even kissed in real life, but I couldn't help but want so much more.

I could mope about that later, however; right now I needed to answer the door.

"Coming!" I yelled, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed, leaving the blankets in a mess on the floor behind me. I ran and changed into new underwear quickly, hiding the wet ones in a drawer before heading to the door. Peeking through the tiny peephole, I noticed Alice bouncing up and down with Rose standing next to her with her arms crossed.

As I opened the door to let them in, I noticed what Rose was holding in her crossed arms; a British tabloid. Groaning out loud, I waited for the two of them to launch into me, asking for details and statements of truth. Honestly, they could be worse than the paparazzi themselves.

I didn't have to wait long. Rose strode over to the little desk in the corner of the room, slapping down the tabloid, cover-side up as Alice demanded, "Details. Now."

"One sec," I held up my finger. I needed to see what the tabloid said before I could refute it.

'Olympic Champion Edward Cullen has Secret Affair with American Swimmer Isabella Swan'

Ouch. That title was just loaded.

Secret affair?

I cringed.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," Rose replied. Everything, great. Lovely specifics there.

"What exactly happened yesterday? We want to hear your own version. Besides, when I saw you talking to him at the Opening Ceremonies, you looked positively livid, not like you wanted to kiss him." Thank you, Alice. Now that was something I could work with.

"I was completely wrong about him. I assumed and believed things like these tabloids here," I nodded towards the desk, "and yesterday I met the real Edward Cullen." I continued, telling them all about our conversation, his issue with Tanya, and going to dinner. Finally, I told them about the paparazzi chasing us and the kiss.

"It just kinda happened, you know? We were so close in that little alley, and it was just for a second. But it was that one second the paparazzi caught up with us. And of course they blew it completely out of proportion."

Alice and Rose stared at me with their jaws dropped. It wasn't that far-fetched, was it?

Alice was the first to recover.

"So…what do you feel for him now?"

I wasn't even sure of the answer to that question myself. We've called ourselves friends, and then kissed, and then that dream last night complicated things further. Who knew what to define our new relationship as?

"I'm not exactly sure. Obviously he's gorgeous," I replied, blushing bright red, "but I still barely know him. We've agreed to be friends though." I smiled at the thought. At least we could be friends if my dream couldn't come true.

Rose piped in again, "Thanks for clearing things up. But you, miss new friend to Edward Cullen, have been neglecting your old friends. We're taking you shopping."

If there was one thing worse than explaining yesterday to my two best friends, it was shopping. Alice had already perked up at the thought, and I dreaded being dragged around by her. At least we had to be done fairly early for my race and they couldn't wear me out.

I ran around the room, allowing Alice to choose my outfit to save myself the trouble of having to change from whatever I chose first, quickly making myself look decent enough to hit the streets of London for some much needed girl time.

There was an Underground station just down the street from our hotel, and we got our first experience riding the tube. Without too much trouble finding out how to get to our destination, we arrived at Covent Garden.

Despite my aversion to shopping, I actually enjoyed myself. There were some very talented and entertaining street performers that I watched for a bit. Plus the market was filled with every type of vendor imaginable. The lively atmosphere drew me in, and in no time at all it was time to head back to the hotel before the race.

After making our way back on the tube once again, I rested my legs for an hour until it was finally time to head to the pool. This was it, my first shot at the gold medal I had always dreamed of. I started to get jittery at the thought, before thinking calming thoughts and telling myself that nerves would not help the situation.

Finally it was time to head to the pool for the warm-up and then the final. I was filled with anticipation at the thought of seeing Edward again, but more than a little bit frightened over being within a 20-feet radius of Tanya.

Comforting myself with the thought that if she wanted to maintain her popularity she needed to behave herself in public, I once again grabbed my swim bag and headed to the pool.

Luckily I was only slightly harassed by reporters on the way; most of them must be bothering Edward and Tanya. I was just the barely known girl Edward supposedly cheated on Tanya with; their real interest lay in why he did it and how Tanya reacted to the news.

At last I made it to the pool, cautiously avoiding contact with anyone as I made my way into the locker room.

When I entered onto the spare pool deck, Leslie was waiting to talk to me. She was fairly soft-spoken for a coach, and after surviving Rose and Alice's interrogation earlier I knew I could handle a few words here.

"I'm assuming you've seen the tabloids?" I nodded regretfully.

"I'm not here to lecture you on your personal life as long as it doesn't get in the way of your swimming, okay? Leave your drama in the locker room and focus on the race. Remember everything I've taught you and you'll be all right. Don't psych yourself out. Swim like you know how. I have faith in you."

That was why Leslie was the perfect coach for me. She trusted me to take responsibility. She wasn't overly domineering, just a gentle, subtle prodding in the right direction, leaving me to take care of the rest. And I knew I could do it.

Jumping into the frigid water, I practiced the same mental regulation that I used in the shower last night. Focusing on each stroke, each kick, the pull of each muscle, I blocked every other thought from my head. No worries about Tanya being in the same pool as me, no cares about where Edward and I stood, just me and the water.

Just the way I liked it.

The time flew, and I finished my warm-up, dried off, and headed onto the main pool deck for my race. When we were called to the blocks, I stole a quick glance at my friends. By some miraculous stroke of luck, they were all free of events at the time of my first final. Having them all here cheering me on was a big confidence booster.

Noticing a flash of bronze hair behind them, I glanced upward slightly and locked eyes with Edward. I still felt horrible for what I must've put him through with Tanya with my momentary lapse in self-control. I didn't want to be that woman, the one that broke apart the "perfect couple."

Leslie's voice rang in my head again, reminding me to focus. Shaking my head and arms lightly, I placed my head in the mental zone I always used before a race. I went through my typical little block stretching routine in the couple seconds we had left before the start, making sure I was as loose and ready as possible.

Soon enough the announcer's voice rang over the loudspeaker, and I tensed at the edge of the block. The buzzer rang, and I was instantly off the block and into the water.

Some swimmers liked to spend the race comparing their position to the other swimmers; I, on the other hand, simply focused on making each stroke as strong and powerful as I could make it. I had no power over the other swimmers; I just swam as fast as I possibly could and hoped it was faster than the others.

After the final turn, I finally stole a glance left and right at my competition. To my utmost surprise, no one was directly in my line. I was winning! Refusing to let myself become too confident, I returned my focus to my strokes and sped down the final stretch.

Touching the wall at last, I pulled off my goggles and glanced at the results. My glance had stayed true; I had won my first gold medal!

Waves of pure joy washed over me as I pulled myself from the pool in triumph. All my years of training finally paid off in this one moment as I achieved my earliest and most important goal from my childhood.

I noticed Edward coming towards me from the stands, and I smiled emphatically at him. As a fellow swimmer, he knew exactly how much this meant, and I couldn't wait to share this joy with my new friend.

Just when he was about to reach me, however, he did something I did not expect. He stopped, and put his arm around Tanya.

My face fell, and I felt a sudden stabbing pain in my chest.

He was still with her.

Of course he wouldn't pick me over her; I wasn't anything interesting.

Still, I couldn't believe he would still be with her after our conversation yesterday.

No, there must be something more to this. I steeled myself, refusing to feel pain until I knew for sure that he had chosen her.

I refused to look at him as he kissed ­her, not me. Those same lips that had just made my heart flutter yesterday that were now kissing my complete opposite. Wanting nothing more than to turn away to head to the cool-down pool, I was kept in place by Tanya, sticking her hand out to me.

"Congratulations, you earned the win," her voice uttered. Taking her hand hesitantly, I looked into her eyes, seeing the hidden message plainly.

Maybe I won the race, but she intended to win Edward. Attempting to remain polite, I thanked her before turning away, noticing my friends all standing with Leslie, waiting to greet me.

Fighting to return to that moment of pure joy I felt right after the end of the race, I went and celebrated my victory. After the short medal ceremony and a couple words said to a reporter for NBC, I was finally able to escape to the locker room.

Reaching my peaceful state again in the cool-down, I felt my muscles slowly relax and loosen up again after the strain and exertion of the race. After completing my routine, I was happy to finally be able to head back to my hotel room and, as long as my friends let me, crash.

Changing back into my street clothes and feeling that delightfully warm sensation I get after drying off completely, I exited the locker room, not really focusing on my surroundings. My bag got caught up in my feet, and I stumbled forward, right into a hard body.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I…Edward?" Was he here to talk to me, or was he just waiting for Tanya? Looking around quickly to ensure she wasn't around to notice our proximity, I turned back to Edward, wanting nothing more than to talk to him but knowing that this was not the time or place.

Abruptly I felt a note shoved into my hand along with the strap to my bag, and I looked at Edward questioningly.

"Just do what the note says, please?" He pleaded. I nodded, agreeing to read it and thanked him for picking up my bag from the ground for me before heading out the door at last.

Pausing at a bench outside the pool complex, I sat down and took Edward's note from my hand.

Ice cream stand in Hyde Park around 8 tonight.

It seemed we had similar desires. Glancing at my phone for the time, I noted that I had a few hours still before eight o'clock. Alice had her gymnastics all-around competition tomorrow, so my friends had left with my permission so that she could practice her routines one last time.

Carefully avoiding attracting attention yet again and once again realizing how serious a toll this must've taken on Edward, I made my way back to my home for the next couple weeks. Dumping my bag on the floor and setting an alarm for 7:15, I gratefully crawled into bed and fell into a deep and mercifully dreamless nap.

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