NO time for witty banter this time bbs, PWTF is off having fun, goodtime adventures so this is a hit and run

I'm up to bat, I hope you like it, I'm always nervous when it's my turn. I hope I'm living up to your hopes and that of the story!

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Yesterday was probably my favorite day ever. After slipping Bella the note, the pool closed down to everyone but the athletes competing in the next competition. My mood was light and my confidence strong. I took first of course, and smiled brightly as Tanya latched herself onto my side as the cameras flashed.

She, of course, assumed that my smile was for her and she was winning this battle. Little did she know of my plans for the evening. Tanya, always an attention-whore would be cutting the ribbon this evening at a help center for children.

Not that she actually cared for the children; it was all about getting her face printed wherever possible.

No the real victory came when I walked out of the hotel in daylight, not having to hide a thing.

Ok maybe not quite daylight, but the sun hadn't set completely. God I love summer. As per usual, I saw her before she saw me, and I slowed my pace to enjoy what it was that I was seeing. She had taken advantage of the ice cream shop and held in her hand a cone, the flavor I couldn't tell you.

I was entranced by the swirl of her tongue around the ice cream and felt myself hardening at the thought of that tongue swirling around the tip of something else.

Calm down buddy, the last thing you want to do when you approach her is attack her and scare her away, that wouldn't be doing anyone any favors. Well maybe Tanya. Bella looked up as I strode to the table, taking a seat across from her.

She tilted her cone in my direction and I shook my head no, she had that taken care of, I would just watch. My eyes must have glazed over because she smirked at me and her already big brown eyes widened as she realized the nature of my stare. She stepped it up, taunting me with her tongue until I got frustrated and started to walk away.

She followed and we had a lengthy conversation about how she wanted me to leave Tanya and how I wanted the same and how much I wanted to kiss her.

That's where our conversation turned physical, finding a comfortable tree to lay under, hidden behind a row of hedges. Sure we had sticks and leaves in our hair when we emerged, but I was also the owner of a stupid grin and I had never been happier to make it to second base.

We were smarter this time though, I had sent her ahead of me back to the hotel, that way we didn't arrive together, but I was still able to watch and make sure she make it back unharmed. From the moment we ducked behind the bush to the moment I made it back to my own empty room, I had the oddest feeling of déjà vu, like I was being watched or something.

Today, if possible, would supersede yesterday in complete awesomeness. Tanya was swimming, but in an event Bella didn't swim in, and I was free for the day. Granted I had two races tomorrow, but that meant I only had a handful left before the games were over.

Over and the athletes would be leaving. Bella would be leaving. What would that mean for us? Would she stay here? Would I go there? I loved her; she couldn't just up and leave. Whoa, whoa; back it up. You love her? Where did that come from? If I was truly honest with myself, I would admit that I was falling in love with her. It was hard not to.

Around her I could be myself, my true self, and not the act I had built up for those who think they know me. I just want to be around her all the time, revolve around her like she's the sun. She does shine so brightly. God I'm a corny asshole. But it's true. I still couldn't fathom what she saw in me, what made me worthy of her precious time.

I didn't question it though, because to question might bring answers I don't want to hear.

This morning I woke to Tanya packing her race bag and smiling brightly at me, thinking things were turning around. Not wanting to clue her in otherwise, I smiled back, just as brightly. She came over to the bed and kissed me lightly on the lips. Guiltily, I returned it with as much gusto as I could, considering I had Bella on the brain.

It could be worse, I told myself; she never asks for sex on days where she had a race later on. But me, I'm live bait, no matter if I had to be a superhero by night.

Leaning over to the phone, I ordered myself a quick breakfast as Tanya packed up the last of her things and waved quietly before slipping out the door. I had really forgotten how nice and considerate she could be when I was playing along. I knew that wasn't really her though, just as she had probably realized that this wasn't really me.

Before we parted ways last night, Bella and I had made plans to meet fairly early this morning so I could take her somewhere special. She didn't know the destination, but I was taking her to my flat just outside the city. Sure it was a drive, but it wasn't as far as the small country cottage I kept tucked away from everyone.

Tanya, my coaches, no one knew about that country house except for me and my parents. I would take her there someday, but for now I would take her to my home, the place I spent most of the year, save the month or so I spent every year at the country house; holed up from everyone and effectively disappearing when I could.

Ever the athlete, I had an Olympic size swimming pool on the grounds. Just because I was in hiding didn't mean I didn't have to practice. That reason right there was the only reason I had the solitary scrap of privacy. I always came back in top form, better even because I was relaxed and well rested, so no one ever pried.

Room service came and I quickly inhaled three bagels, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a glass of milk and orange juice each. Hey I said it was quick, not that it was small. Jumping out of bed, I left the covers for housekeeping to fix and pulled out dresser drawers, until I came across what I was looking for.

Slipping on a pair of jeans I assumed were clean, I searched the closet for a decent shirt. I settled on a dark green button up and rolled the sleeves to my elbows. My mom had always said this shirt brought out the color in my eyes, and I was relying on that to be true.

The only question now was where are my keys? I had no reason here for a car, as there was a shuttle and honestly there wasn't any real reason to go anywhere during the duration of the games, but having the car here would be in my favor today. My flat wasn't far, but it wasn't some place you walked to.

My Aston Martin was my baby, my beauty, now only second to Bella I guess. I hadn't driven it in days and I was happy to get back behind its Italian leather steering wheel.

Valet! That's right, I had the valet park it when I arrived, now I just need the ticket. Digging through my drawers, I found where I had shoved it into a pair of folded socks. Tanya knew I had a car and she had been begging me to let her drive it.

No way in hell.

I slipped the ticket in my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair as I grabbed the key card and left the room.

The valet looked bored and I shook his hand as I handed him my ticket because he looked absolutely awed at the sight of such a famous athlete. He brought my car around and I hopped in and cruised the streets until I found what I was looking for.

Bella had told me to pick her up at a small bakery a few blocks from the hotel. She had passed it a few times and was nearly intoxicated by the smells emanating from the shop. We thought it would be a good idea if we mixed up our meeting places, for obvious reasons, and when I mentioned we would be leaving in the morning she groaned and said she'd need to have breakfast before she functioned.

Pulling up in front of the shop, I saw her inside at the counter giving an older, motherly-looking woman her order. She stepped to the side and I watched as she played with her fingers and stood there fidgeting when her order came up.

Rolling my window down, I looked her direction as she came out of the bakery and saw her face light up when she realized it was me. Opening the door, she slid into the seat and leaned her head back and sighed, breathing in more of the heavenly scent that was now wafting through my car.

"Croissant?" I laughed.

"No thank you, I already ate."

She nodded and clipped in her seat belt before reaching into the bag and pulling out the largest croissant I had ever seen. Battling the urge to laugh, I watched her take on the large pastry, the laugh dying in my throat as she started making moaning noises as she ate. It continued as she reached in and grabbed a second.

I kept my eyes glued to the road, leading to the highway, but I couldn't ignore those noises that were coming in my ears, vibrating down my body down to one spot that was getting painfully hard.

She sighed after the second croissant, and as I saw her hand reach for the bag again, I reached over her and stole the bag from her grip.

"Are you still hungry?"

"Well not really, I just can't resist them, they're so good."

She blushed as she admitted this.

"Maybe you should just wait a little bit then, I think we're both enjoying these croissants a bit much." She looked at me, confused, as she took the bag back, sealed it back up and set it in her lap.

"Edward what do you mean we? You didn't want any."

It was my turn to blush.

"I know that, but the noises you make when you're enjoying something make me think of those same noises you would make when you're enjoying…something…else." I looked at her pointedly, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh. OH!"

She started laughing, lighthearted and happy. When her laughter died down, she looked winded and red, but she had never looked more beautiful. She looked at me and said my name; her voice had dropped down a few octaves and had developed a sultry tone to it.

"Edward," she repeated, with a bat of her eyelashes.

"Do you like the noises I make?" I groaned at this.

"Yes, very much," I nodded vigorously and turned to her with a smile.

She bit her lip between her teeth and blushed a million shades of red in response.

"Soooo, where does Tanya think you are today?" She asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"I told her my parents were coming into town today and wanted to go out for lunch, which explains my absence at her race and the use of my car, should she notice that I took it out of the valet garage." She nodded, "and where are we going?"

"I'm still not telling you, it's a surprise, but we should be there in about fifteen minutes so make yourself comfortable." She reached for the bag again, watching my reaction as she moved to open it. My eyes widened and my hands grabbed hers and pulled it away from the bag.

"Maybe you should wait until I'm not driving to have another of those, I'm not quite sure I could handle any more right now."

She smiled and turned to look out of the window and looked down to see her hand was still in mine. I moved to pull it away, and she turned her wrist minutely to interlock out fingers. Our entwined hands rested on the console, and I looked over to see a large smile on her face as she took in the view around her.

Almost exactly fifteen minutes later, I pulled around a corner and my flat came into view. There were only three to a building, and I owned the top. Turning into the driveway, we pulled around to the back and parked in the garage. I made it to her side before she could get the door and opened it for her, taking her hand and helping her out of the low seat.

She turned back and grabbed the bag of croissants, winking to me as she passed. I closed her door and activated the alarm and placed my hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the garage. With the remote, I closed the garage door and led her to the back door. Unlocking it, I held it open for her and directed her to the elevator.

Following closely behind her, I couldn't help but notice the naturally hypnotic sway of her hips, and I was still watching as they stilled and she pressed the up button. Watching as she turned towards the open door and held it out for me, I watched her wave her hand in front of my face.

"Edward, you okay?" Huh. Oh yeah. Dangerously hypnotic, addictive hips will be my end. I gave her a smile and joined her in the elevator car, pressing three and trying to look everywhere but her. Couldn't have an embarrassing repeat could we now.

The elevator doors slid open with a ding, and we stood about ten feet to the entrance of my loft. Suddenly getting nervous, my hand fumbled the keys, dropping them to the floor. Before I could reach them, Bella was bent over next to me, keys in hand, and she smiled as she gave them to me.

I stood up and put the key in the lock and prayed to whatever god would listen that I had thoroughly cleaned the place before I left for the Olympic Village.

The gods were good to me and shined down on me as I entered the flat. Not only was it clean, but since it had only been a few days, there wasn't even a light coating of dust across the surface yet. That always happened when I went away for a week to visit my parents.

I had to have a cleaning service come regularly when I left for the summer so I didn't come home to a one inch thick layer of dust covering the entire place. I stepped aside and let Bella through and watched her eyes as she took in the place that I called home. She walked through the entry way, running her fingers along the marble counter before making her way into the living room.

She turned in the room, taking in the surroundings before walking over the couch and pushing on it with her hand before smiling and plopping herself down on it. She toed off her shoes, looking a little embarrassed that she hadn't done so at the door, but at my nod she laid back on the couch and put her feet up.

Her eyes closed and her hands rested, folded lightly on her lap, bakery bag still clutched tightly.

"Make yourself at home, why don't you?" I said jokingly as the smile fell from her face. I made my way over to her as she opened her eyes, and her smile reappeared when she realized I was kidding. Holding my hand out to her, she looked at it for a moment before handing over the croissants.

Walking to the kitchen, I set them down on the counter and reached into the fridge for some drinks.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"Yeah sure, what do you have?" Peeking over the break in the wall leading into the living room, I noticed she was still in the same position.

"Everything, and I do mean everything." Her smile grew as she called out, "if you have any grape pop that would be amazing. I haven't had one of those in so long." Happy I could give her something that made her smile, I pulled two of them out of the fridge, one for her and one for myself.

Making sure to grab the remote off the entertainment unit, I sat down with her on the couch, handing her a pop and turning on the TV. The air was up in the room, and I was afraid Bella would get chilly, so I took the chenille throw off the back of the couch and covered her with it before turning my attention back to the TV to find something to watch.

"What do you like to watch?" She sat and looked as if in deep thought before smiling sheepishly.

"Spongebob has always been my guilty pleasure, and I haven't been able to watch it lately." She looked down and I could tell she was embarrassed by her admission, so I decided to be honest.

"Me too, everyone else I know hates it, but it's like it's so bad it's good again." I could literally hear the screaming in her head as she popped up from her comfortable position on the couch.

"YES! Exactly, finally someone else who gets it! Oh my god, I lo..like you so much!"

I could see the truth in her eyes as she stuttered, but for her sake I ignored it. At least I knew that maybe there was a chance that she felt even a fraction for me as I felt for her.

"I really like you too," I said, before looking down and taking a drink of my pop. Looking over, she still hadn't returned to her reclined position and she held her hand out to me.

"Lay with me?" I nodded and situated myself behind her on the couch, my head up on my elbow looking down at her as she watched Spongebob.

During the commercial break, she reached to the table for her pop and after setting it down she turned into my side slightly and looked up at me. I could get lost in those eyes forever. As I stared, the eyes were getting closer to me and soon they closed as her lips reached mine.

She kissed me deeply, not turning away when she heard the theme song marking the start of a new episode. The gods must have also blessed me with an abundant supply of her favorite pop and a Spongebob marathon as well. I'm not sure what I did to deserve it, but I would do it again a million times over.

She pulled away, her eyes hooded and her lips swollen, "yummy, you taste delicious." I leaned back down, kissing her with all I had before shifting so that I was laying on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her. This homebound bliss was sure to end if I crushed her.

Apparently she had other ideas though as her hands wrapped around my back and pulled me down on top of her. I was quickly losing control of the kiss as I felt her hands slide to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them quicker than I had ever thought humanly possible.

Tracing along her jaw and to her neck, I groaned into it as I felt her small, warm hands slide underneath my unbuttoned shirt to meet my overheated skin. Her hands on me weren't enough; I had to feel more of her against me.

She must have been reading my mind, because she pushed me up slightly to pull her shirt off, and I helped her pull because she was wedged between me and the couch. Once she was divested of her annoying shirt, she pushed mine from my shoulders, and before I could protest (only out of decency of course) she reached back and unclasped her bra with what seemed like only one finger.

Shut up on the logistics Edward, look at what's in front of you! Sure I had gotten to feel them under her shirt yesterday, but seeing was believing, and oh god did I believe. They were magnificent. I wanted to name them, date them, and marry them both.

Trying very hard to be a gentleman, I looked up to her face and brought my chest down to hers and my lips to her own. I couldn't escape the hiss and groan that escaped my mouth as our skin made contact, and I felt like I had been shocked. Bella must have felt it too because she started making what I have dubbed 'croissant noises.'

Trying to lighten the electrified and lustful force field around us, I took my lips from hers and looked down at her; I couldn't resist what fell out of my mouth next.

"Bella, you sound like you need a croissant." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, before she started giggling. It stopped as abruptly as it had started, and she threw her hips up against mine.

"No this is the sound of me enjoying something…else." With that she pulled my head back down to her lips, and I unconsciously started grinding my hips against her. I knew she could feel me hard against her by the whimpering sounds she was making. Making the circuit around her neck, I moved onto uncharted territory.

Her eyes were glazed over, and I knew if she could manage coherent thought she would clutch my head to her chest and force me to motorboat her. So with more elegance and grace than that, I lowered my mouth to her left breast, testing the waters and getting approval as she arched herself towards my mouth.

I made slow circles, deliberately staying away from where she wanted me. My other hand came to hold the weight of her right breast, and her hand found purchase in my hair, tugging on it to the point of pain, but the pain never came.

Between my hips, hands, and lips, which were finally tugging on her pebbled pink tips, I didn't notice as the hand that was not currently habituating in my hair slid down between our bodies and to the button of my jeans, which she popped off quickly and unnoticed.

What did finally catch my attention was the clicking of the zipper slowly coming down.

In that room filled with my groans, Bella's moans, and Spongebob and Patrick in the background, the clicking of the zipper was pounding in my ears, covering every other noise.

All motion ceased on my part as I felt her hand slip in my jeans and grab me through my boxers.

My body betrayed me as it twitched in her hand and my eyes rolled back into my head. My voice and brain however were still on my side. "Bella, I don't think that's a great idea right now." She held her hand firmly where it was and looked at me challengingly.

"Why not?"

Why not, I have like five reasons why not and a million reasons to keep going, so I knew I was going to gave to be the one to put a stop to this.

"One, we're making out on my couch and watching Spongebob. Two, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to stop. Third, I don't want there to be any doubts on your part, I want to end things with Tanya so I can be free to be with you. In any way you want me I mean." I backtracked.

"I want it to be about more than just lust."

I looked down at her, knowing I had won, but she still looked so defeated.

"It's not that I don't want to, because I do. But…yeah." She nodded and laid her head down, sighing, and released her grip on me. I sat up so I could take myself away from the situation physically.

"One, yeah okay I get your point. Two, honestly? I didn't want you to stop. Three, I completely agree with you, I don't want you going back to Tanya afterwards." She looked down and I looked away, not able to face what I had almost let happen.

"And four, well, it is." She looked at me hopefully, "at least it is for me."

Turning to her, I nodded, "it is for me too, Bella." She smiled at this, and I knew what we had both said. We loved each other, but we both needed things to happen for us to be able to actually say it.

I was more determined than ever now, as I buttoned my jeans and pulled my shirt on and tried not to stare at the slight bouncing of her breasts as she moved around and redressed her top half. She reached her arms out to me, and I lay back down with her, and this time we watched Spongebob all the way through, though I spent my time figuring out how best to end things with Tanya.

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