As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta Kelly.

"Anytime, anywhere,
You're my playground love."

~"Playground Love" by Air

Chapter Nineteen: P is for Playground

"He's what?" Rosalie asked as Bella faltered in her answer. Her body flushed red as all eyes turned to her. She suddenly felt like she was sitting in an oven and could feel the sheen of sweat that was starting to coat her forehead.

"Come on Bella. It's not fair that both Edward and Emmett know. I'm your best friend, that's just plain wrong," Rosalie tried to provoke her, smiling as Esme nodded in agreement. There was something in Rosalie's smile that Bella found peculiar. It was almost as if she knew something incriminating about Bella.

"I don't feel very comfortable talking about this at the dinner table," Bella offered, chucking nervously.

"Bella, no one is going to judge you about a one night stand," Rosalie furthered the conversation along when Bella halted. Upon hearing Rosalie, Bella's eyes widened as her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe that Rosalie had had the audacity to say such a thing at dinner especially with Carlisle and Esme no less than four feet away from her. Though to be frank, the statement was nowhere near as risqué as what had just occurred under the table cloth, less than a minute before.

"Rosalie!" Edward defended Bella who remained silently stunned, glaring at Rosalie. Emmett laughed raucously while Esme and Carlisle chuckled along with him. The amusement of the situation only anger Bella further.

"This is mortifying," she murmured.

"Oh, sweetie. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Esme tried to comfort her, but Bella's bashful nature took precedence and she gasped at the woman she considered to be like a mother.

"This is fucking mortifying," she repeated, getting up from the table. Edward made to join her, but she eyed him to sit down.

"Rosalie, may I speak with you alone in the kitchen? Now!" she requested, speaking through gritted teeth, as she walked away from the table. Her fists were clenched by her sides as she heard the click-clack from Rosalie's heels behind her. The sound, at that particular moment, was the most irritating thing Bella had ever heard.

She wanted to kill Rosalie, and there was almost nothing she could say that would stop it from happening.

Almost.

"It's Edward," Rosalie declared as she walked in to the kitchen. His name set Bella into a silent frenzy as Rosalie said it.

"What?" she asked as if she had no idea what Rosalie was talking about, but her voice peaked a little too high. Her nerves had answered Rosalie's suspicion.

"The guy…the one night stand, it was Edward."

"No," Bella lied. Yes, it was Edward, but it wasn't a one night stand. More like a twenty-six night stand give or take a few.

"Yes it is," Rosalie hissed. "Don't lie to me Isabella Swan. You've been in love with the man since you were children. You may not have realized it, you still may not see it, but everyone else around you does. It's ridiculous how blind the two of you are."

"Rosalie, keep your voice down," Bella pleaded, and Rosalie knew right then and there that she was one hundred percent correct.

"It really is Edward," she whispered and Bella nodded, sighing in defeat as she sat down in one of the chairs. Rosalie sat down across from her and stared at her friend, her eyes clearly expressing what she wanted to know.

"When?"

"Eight weeks ago," Bella answer. "It's nothing serious though, Rose. It's a friends with benefits thing. We have sex every weekend, and we alternate what we do. One weekend he chooses then next weekend I choose."

Rosalie stared wide-eyed not believing what was she was hearing.

"Are you stupid?" she criticized. "You just gave your best friend a hand job at my fucking dinner table and you have the nerve to tell me it's nothing serious? Bella, you're not the type of person to do that."

"You saw that?" Bella asked in shock. Her face instantly flushed red and she groaned in anguish. The night was becoming more and more embarrassing as it passed.

"Of course I saw that," Rosalie fired back. "You're just lucky that Emmett enjoys his food a little too much and Esme and Carlisle were wrapped up in each other."

"Oh god," Bella groaned, dropping her face into her hands.

"Bella, I've perfected that little dinner table maneuver with Emmett. The two of you were a little sloppy. You've gotta keep one hand on the table cloth at all times; it sways," she demonstrated moving her hands side to side.

"Rose, please," Bella hissed, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. "Keep your voice down. I don't need anyone else knowing about it."

"So you're fucking your best friend?" Rosalie asked brazenly and too loudly for Bella's taste.

"Rosalie!" she all but yelled as she tossed a dishtowel at her. It missed.

"Sorry. It's just…what possessed you two to…actually? Well, I should say to finally do it?"

"We've done it before, Rose," Bella replied, clamping a hand over mouth.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Rosalie retorted, her voice disbelieving. Bella remained silent, her eyes and mouth shut tight.

"Care to elaborate on that one, Miss Swan?" Rosalie voiced her amusement.

"When we were sixteen-" Bella began to answer, but Rosalie cut her off.

"Edward!" she excitedly shouted out. Bella's head quickly turned toward the living room to make sure no one had heard.

"Fuck Rose. What part of keep your voice down do you not understand?"

"I'm sorry. But you lost your virginity to Edward? You told me it was some guy from your high school."

"Edward and I went to high school together," Bella answered and Rosalie threw the fallen dishtowel at her face. She didn't miss.

"I can't believe this, all this time. Why have you two never dated exactly?"

"Because we're best friends, and don't see each other that way."

"Yeah, bff's for life, right," Rosalie aggravatingly said, scoffing at the boring answer. "But Bella, best friends don't have sex with each other. This is going to change your entire relationship with him. Things will never be the same. I can't believe the two of you are willing to risk over twenty years of friendship. I think I've known you long enough to see how important you are to each other. Hell, I saw it the day you first introduced Edward to me. I had never seen you so happy around a guy like that before. I thought you were going to introduce him to me as your boyfriend."

"Nothing's going to change Rose. Edward and I will always be best friends, through thick and thin. This isn't going to change anything between the two of us. Once we complete the twenty six tasks, we will go back to how we were.

"No you won't, you'll-" Rosalie started to say before her mind took her in a whole new direction. "Wait, twenty six tasks?"

Bella grimaced as she tried to cover her face with her hand, muttering a quiet 'damn' under her breath. She had never had so much trouble keeping her mouth shut before.

"We're using the alphabet to do all this, but that's all I can tell you. I wasn't even supposed to mention anything about the whole situation. Don't tell Emmett any of this. Please," Bella pleaded and Rosalie nodded, standing up.

"You know I would never but be careful Bella. This could end terribly. How was it though? The first time, the first letter I guess? Did you fumble? Did you laugh hysterically throughout the whole thing?"

"No, it felt oddly normal, like we'd been doing that forever. I don't really know how to explain it, it just felt natural and Edward showed no signs of nerves, so we kind of just dove right into it, and never looked back."

"Natural," Rosalie whispered. "Be careful," Rosalie advised as the two walked back in to the dining room. Bella stayed two steps back before rejoining everyone.

Rosalie had brought up her biggest fear. The last thing she wanted from this game was to lose the relationship she had with Edward. She needed him in her life. He had always been there. Just the thought of the game going wrong scared her and brought a sick feeling to her stomach.

"You okay?" Edward whispered as Bella took her seat.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled, winking to show that she was okay. Edward nodded but kept his eyes on her for a moment before shifting them back to his parents. He was stiff in his chair and Bella noted the way his hands lay clasped tightly together on the table. His knuckles were white from the pressure.

"Bella dear, no need to be ashamed," Esme tried once more to comfort her.

"Thanks Esme, but I'm a little embarrassed about my rash behavior especially since Rosalie brought it up in such a manner. It's not proper dinner table conversation."

Rosalie snorted and rolled her eyes. Bella was tempted to kick her under the table, but her legs weren't long enough to reach. Edward watched the display with mild concern, as Emmett continued to eat the desserts at an alarming rate.

"Emmett enough already," Rosalie told him, pulling the dessert plate away from his grabbing hands.

"Babe," he whined through a full mouth.

"That's disgusting, Emmett," Carlisle reproached. "I know your mother and I raised you better than that."

"Sorry," he timidly answered, and Bella snorted. It was always amusing to watch Emmett and Edward get reprimanded by their parents. Regardless of their ages, the two Cullen siblings still held a great deal of respect and fear of their parent's disapproval.

"Seriously Em. How many of those have you eaten?" Edward asked. Emmett shrugged. "I don't know, eleven? Twelve?

"Great, now all night, I'm going to have to hear, 'Rosie, baby, my stomach hurts'," she mimicked causing everyone to laugh.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Edward whistled, standing up from his chair. Everyone followed suit and stood up. Bella followed Rosalie to get her purse while Edward waited by the door.

"It was a pleasure," Edward addressed everyone. His parents were staying over at Emmett's and Bella could see the look of disappointment on Emmett's face. She had to stifle a laugh as he pouted when he closed the door.

Edward walked silently to his car, opening the door for Bella. He was scowling and Bella wondered what his deal was, but she said nothing until he started to drive away.

"What's wrong?" she turned to ask, but Edward remained focused on the road ahead. "What the fuck, Edward? Talk to me."

"What were you thinking?" he yelled, turning to her at a red light. "And in front of my family? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Bella froze in her seat. At that moment she stopped breathing, too afraid of what her response would be.

"Say something, Bella! I'd like some fucking answers!" he reprimanded.

"I...I tho-thought…yo…you said that you en...enjoyed, you said control," Bella stuttered nervously. The look Edward was giving her was fiery. She had never seen such an intense disgust in Edward before. It was downright frightening.

"Bella, I do, I did, but what made you do such at thing with my parents across from us? Do you understand how utterly humiliating that would have been if they or anyone else had realized what you were doing?"

Bella grimaced. "Well..." she started, elongating the word and chuckling nervously.

"Well what?" Edward asked, his voice calmer but still rigid.

"Rosalie saw," Bella admitted, gritting her teeth. It looked like she was preparing herself for something terrible. She expected him to shout, to pull the car over, and berate her, but instead he started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Bella wondered out loud, her voice meek. She was still afraid of his reaction. For all she knew he was going hysterical.

"Your face. Bella, did you honestly think I cared? Bella, yes, doing that in front of my parents was a bit extreme, but I would think you would know that I thoroughly enjoyed it," he glanced to her and smiled and Bella went slack jawed.

"Are you serious? That was not funny," she hissed, glaring at and smacking his right arm, causing him to laugh.

"It kind of was Bells. I could never be mad at you. You should know that by now."

"You should be though. What if your parents had seen what was going on?" she pointed out.

"So, Rose saw?" he said instead, ignoring her question. Bella nodded slowly.

"She apparently thinks we need to work on our technique. Something about holding onto the tablecloth next time we decided to that again."

"Again?" Edward smirked, quirking his eyebrow in that cheeky manner that he enjoyed so much.

"Not with you," Bella fired back smugly and for a brief moment, she regretted the statement. The way the light in Edward's eyes faded made her feel guilty and she didn't know why.

"The guy you marry is going to be the luckiest man alive," Edward declared quietly as he pulled his car into his parking spot, right beside Bella's.

"Ditto," she countered as she stepped out of the car, shutting the door slowly.

The two walked silently into their apartment, not saying anything but 'goodnight' as they headed their separate ways.

=x=

"Morning Sunshine," Edward greeted Bella as she dragged her feet across the living room to sit down next to him.

"Ugh," was her reply, as she swiped Edward's orange juice of the coffee table and took a big gulp from it. Edward chuckled as a small amount dribbled down the sides of her lips. He had to physically restrain himself from lunging forward and licking the citrus of her chin.

"Nice," he chuckled instead, offering her his half-eaten bagel.

"Cinnamon raisin?"

"Of course," he answered brightly and Bella smiled as she took the breakfast greedily from him. She bit into the bagel loudly, not caring for manners.

"Classy."

"I'm a classy kind of woman," she retorted, swallowing the mouthful of bread in her mouth before speaking.

"So what's the plan for today?"

"Don't know. I was just planning on hanging out at home and doing nothing. Why, do you have an idea of what to do?"

"Obviously I don't if I'm asking," he replied snidely.

"Hey, what's your deal lately? You've been all over the place. One minute you look happy the next you look upset, then a minute later you look like you want to punch someone. What's going on?"

Edward smiled timidly as he sighed. He knew he had been acting strange all week, but he had thought that he had concealed it well. He should have known that Bella would have noticed, of course she would. He always knew when she was going through a funk.

"It's nothing really. I just have this new campaign I'm trying to figure out. Adidas. And if I can land it, I think I will finally get that promotion. You know, the big one," he lied. In all honesty, work was stressing him out, but a phone call that he had received Friday night had only furthered that anxiety. He had been so focused on the conversation that he had burned dinner.

"You sure? It's not because of what I told Rosalie on the phone is it? I don't know if you heard me," she whispered.

"You had your door closed Bells. What did you tell her? Is that why she thought you had a one night stand?"

Bella nodded her head, and Edward rolled his eyes.

"You think I would be mad about that?" he asked as confidently as he could, but there was tightness in his chest at the thought of only being considered a one night stand for Bella. He wasn't, they had been with each other more than once, but the thought of only having her once and never again saddened him. It was the first time since the beginning of the game that he thought about the last letter.

"Doing math in your head there, Cullen?"

Edward chuckled at the old saying, smiling brightly at Bella, and he stopped to look at her.

Bella was beautiful, she had always been. When they were six, Edward had told her that he liked her eyes because they reminded him of chocolate ice cream, and she had giggled. Even then, she had blushed. It had been just a light pink sprinkling on her little chubby cheeks, but Edward had thought it was pretty.

He thought she was pretty.

As they got older, she became prettier as the years went on, until they were eighteen. That was the year he realized that his best friend was beautiful.

It was the night of prom, and Bella had opted to go with Emmett because she really wasn't interested in any of the guys in school, and she had had many suitors. Mike Newton had been relentless in his pursuit of Bella until she had told him to leave her alone because she already had a date. Edward had been standing next to her when she told him off and had had to stifle a laugh as Mike pleaded and begged her, and she told him no repeatedly.

When Mike had finally gotten the clue, he asked her angrily who she was going with and she told him Emmett, which had shocked Edward. He had asked if Emmett knew that he was going to their prom and she had answered no.

"Emmett? My brother?" he had asked, and she nodded her head. Mike had already walked away in defeat, head hanging down.

"Does Emmett know that he's going to prom?"

"No," she had answered. "But I'll know he'll say yes. Remember last year when he came back down from UW for summer vacation? He was bored out of his mind, so I'm providing entertainment."

Watching Bella walk down the stairs of his house had been almost mystical. She looked radiant, well that was what he thought now, but then he had thought she looked beautiful. She had opted for a dark green dress that Esme had had lying around and after a few fittings and a hemming, the dress fit Bella perfectly. He was enamored by the way the gown hugged her body and the way green looked against her ivory skin. Even Emmett had been awed by the sight Bella made.

It was what his father had often said about his mother. Bella was a vision of loveliness that night. It was an image that was permanently engrained in his memory.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Bella interrupted his thoughts.

"Nothing important." It was another lie and oddly enough, it had been difficult to say.

"If you say so," she shrugged, standing up.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he stood up to follow her into his bedroom.

"To get the hat. I used my letter yesterday. This Saturday will be for you."

"What was your letter?" he asked as Bella held the hat out for him. He was reaching into it when she answered.

"D."

"D," he repeated. "What does it stand for? Dinner dick play?"

"Wow!" Bella laughed. "Did you just think that up?"

"Yeah!" he laughed along with her. "So what does it stand for?" he asked quizzically, pocketing the picked letter.

"I guess dessert," she answered, shrugging her shoulders indifferently.

"Yeah, speaking of that," he began. "The thing with the pastry and the licking was pretty hot, not gonna lie."

"Yeah, it was disgusting, Edward. I don't plan on ever doing that again. French pastries and your jizz are not very tasty." She grimaced over her shoulder at him before grabbing the hat.

"It's not like I told you to do it," he defended himself and Bella punched him the arm.

"I know that," she retorted, "but it's something I read about in a magazine and always wanted to try, though 'dinner dick play' wasn't what they called it."

The two laughed as they head back into the living room. As they sat down, Bella shook the hat a few times Edward pulled the letter out, reading the letter P a few times, trying to work out in his head what he could possibly do.

"Good letter?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he murmured. "You'll have to wait and see, kid."

"Kid?" she asked skeptically.

"Yeah, it's a clue, Bella. Try and figure it out, kid."

"Okay, pops."

"Oooo," Edward growled. "I think I'd like it if you called me daddy."

"Well then, daddy," she purred, and Edward's jaw dropped. He suddenly felt faint as the blood rushed toward his groin. "Nine down, Seventeen to go."

"Bring it on, little girl."

=x=

Mondays suck Edward thought to himself, as he spun around his chair. He had done absolutely nothing since coming into the office, and he was stumped at how to go about the possible acquisition of the new Adidas cross trainers.

"Edward," Alice called him through the intercom breaking his train of thought or more like his chair spinning.

"Yes, Alice?"

"Mr. Meyers would like to see you?"

"When?" he asked.

"Now," she answered quickly.

Before Edward could ask what she meant, Mr. Meyers barged into his office.

"Cullen," Mr. Meyers addressed him as he took a seat in front of Edward's desk.

"Sir, how are you this morning?" he greeted him politely and with respect.

"I'm great. We just received the first installment payment from the toothpaste company. You did well, Edward. I was very pleased with your presentation," he complimented and Edward nodded his head in appreciation.

"Thank you, Sir. Not trying to be rude, but is there a reason for your visit today?"

"Yes, remember I had my assistant call you Friday about the deadline being next Monday?"

Edward nodded, remembering the panic that had caused him to burn dinner and to be in a sour mood.

"Good. Well, I have bad news. The deadline is Thursday," he informed him and Edward let out an exacerbated hiccup of a sound.

"Thursday," he repeated.

"That's what I said Cullen. You will arrive here Thursday and you will present the campaign to Mr. Austen and myself, and then that afternoon you will fly with Austen to New York to present it to Rob Langstaff. He's flying out from Germany to see it," he told him, sternly.

"When will I be returning?" he asked as he started to rack his head for ideas.

"Sunday morning, I think. My assistant will give Alice the itinerary later. Make me proud, Edward; you have yet to fail me."

"I'll try my best, Sir," he countered, confidently.

"That's what I like to hear. I'll see you Thursday morning," Mr. Meyers said, walking out of the office, not even bothering to hear what Edward says in return.

Once the door to his office shut, Edward fell down into his chair and dropped his head into his hands. He groaned in frustration as he pulled at the roots of his hair.

"Think, Cullen, think," he spoke out loud as he tried to relax. He thought he had a week to come up with something, and now he had all of three days, or two and half to be exact.

He spent the next six hours in his office scribbling down ideas, his panic rising with each tick of the clock. Nothing was cohesive and nothing was outstanding. He ended up taking the specifications of the campaign home with him, and locked himself in his room.

Bella came in at around eight to bring him some dinner, and it was the only time the two talked that night. She stayed to eat dinner alongside him but she left shortly after to let him work. He was thankful for the little intermission. She had managed to calm his nerves even after he complained about being in New York on his assigned Saturday. Bella had merely thrown a potato at him and told him not to worry.

On Tuesday morning, Edward woke up later than usual with still plenty of time to get to the office, but not early enough to see Bella before she left. He had wanted to see her before he left, to thank her for calming him down the night before.

When he walked out of his bedroom, he spotted breakfast at the table and sat down to eat some of it before he left, and was surprised not only with the meal, but a little post it note. The second he read the note he started to laugh hysterically. The note read:

I heard that when Edward Cullen falls in water, Edward Cullen doesn't get wet. Water gets Edward Cullen.

I hope you have a good day!

~Bella

He couldn't stop laughing as he reread the post it. He shook his head as he placed the note into the breast pocket of his button down shirt.

He ended up calling Bella later that day to thank her for the note and for the breakfast as well as thanking her for sparking an idea for his campaign.

It took all of Tuesday and part of Wednesday to complete the proposal and the presentation, but he was proud of it. Thanks to Bella, he would be borrowing some of the popular Chuck Norris jokes in his campaign with an Adidas spin.

He thanked her again when he got home later on Wednesday.

"Thank you," he shouted as he walked into their apartment. He hugged her tightly as she giggled along with his laughter.

"Seriously, Bells. You have no idea. You really came through for me. Thank you," he thanked her again as he put her down.

"Not a problem. Oh, and I got the suitcase down from the hallway closet for you," she said as he kicked off his shoes.

"Thanks, Bella. What would I do without you?"

"Who knows?" she jested and he kicked his shoe in her direction.

"Watch it," she scolded, trying to keep a straight face, but failing. "How was your day?"

"Good. I ended up finishing everything up by like two, so I pretty much just reviewed everything a couple of times, before leaving," he answered as he spotted Bella pulling a piece of candy from her purse.

"What you got there?" he inquired, coming up behind her.

"A strawberry delight; they're my favorite candy," she answered, and Edward smiled. It was the candy he had given her in the supermarket almost twenty-one years before.

"You got anymore?"

"No. I always carry one to work and have it whenever I'm stressed, but today was relatively boring, so I didn't need it." She turned and smiled at him and he returned it.

"I've got an idea," he announced. "Meet me back in the living room in fifteen minutes. Put on some jeans and sneakers."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Bella. Trust me."

"You know your ideas aren't always all that great for my well being," she shouted already by her bedroom door. Edward scoffed and gave her the finger.

It was ten minutes before the two emerged from their respective bedrooms donned in casual clothing.

"What are we doing?" she asked bewildered by the look of excitement on Edward's face.

"You'll see," he grinned as he pulled her by her hand out of the apartment.

"You're not going to tell me where we're going are you?" she asked him as they stepped into the elevator of their building.

"Nope," he teased as they descended. He chuckled as Bella pouted before smiling.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing," she answered, and Edward stared at her perplexed by the sudden change of emotions.

"What?" he asked again.

"It's just, besides the other night at Rose's, it's been a long time since we've gone out together, even to wherever the hell we're going now."

"Ah," was his only response as he held the door open for her and then waited for her to notice that he was starting to walk toward the left.

"Thanks for the warning," she reprimanded him as she jogged to catch up to him.

"It's not too far from here," he told her as they were nearing the park.

"Are we going to the park?" she asked and Edward nodded as they walked down the pathway hidden by the trees that led to the playground.

"It's locked," Bella let him know as they neared the gate.

"So? There's a hole in the fence," he pointed out on the other side as he opted to climb over the fence instead.

"What are you doing?" she shouted as he started to climb the monkey bars.

"I'm having some fun, care to join me?"

Bella stood outside the fence and watched Edward slide down the plastic slide. His feet reached the foam tiles before his backside was even halfway down the slide.

"You look ridiculous. You're a twenty five year old man, playing in a jungle gym," Bella chuckled as she started to walk towards the hole he had pointed to her before.

"Yay Bella's coming to play," he shouted as she slipped through the metal opening.

"Climb up to the top," he instructed as he waited for her on the flat top of the jungle gym, next to a little bridge.

"Still king of the playground, I see," she called up to him as she started to climb the miniature rock wall to get to him.

"Of course, now come be my queen."

"You're ridiculous. You sound like a five year old. Those days are over."

"Never! When you let your inner child die, they win," he replied seriously.

"Who's they?" she asked, finally reaching the top. He helped her up through the small opening of the metal rails.

"I don't know, but they win. No one knows who they are, but you can't let them win."

"Have you lost your mind? Is work really getting to you that bad?"

"No," he answered honestly as he sat down on the flat part of the jungle gym, right before the tiny bridge.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she down beside him.

"Can I kiss you?" he finally asked her. It was something he had wanted to do for the last couple of weeks. The itch to do so had been driving him nuts.

"Edward, I don't think that's smart. It's against our rules. It'll change the whole game."

He let out a defeated sigh and turned his head away from her.

"Is that what's been bothering you?"

"I don't know, Bella. I just, I got some really bizarre news at work today and I don't know. I think this game is starting to fuck with my head," he answered. It was half-truths.

"Me too," she concurred and Edward turned to look at her.

"So do we end the game here, and that's that? Or do we continue playing?" he hesitated as he spoke the question. He didn't want the game to end. He loved the connection he was able to have with Bella. He didn't know what it was, but there was something in it that he just needed.

"We continue," she replied, kissing his cheek, making him smile.

"Okay. We continue right now," he retorted, and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her neck and she shivered.

"We're outside Edward, in a children's park. After hours. If a cop happens to be patrolling we can get a fine or worse, arrested."

"Live a little, Bella," he whispered as he kissed just below her ear, before taking her earlobe into his mouth. She trembled beside him, and he reveled in the feel of her body temperature rising.

"Bella," he moaned as he laid her down and straddled her, keeping his weight on his knees instead of her.

"Edward," she groaned back as his hands gripped at her sides, rocking his hips against hers.

Bella reached for the zipper to his jeans, but he shooed her hand away.

"No, Bella. Just in case someone walks by," he moaned out as her hips started to rise to meet his. Her moans were becoming louder and his hips were starting to move faster.

"Edward," she moaned against as his teeth found purchase on her collarbone, as his hips continued to push down against her. He groaned as her hands wound themselves in his hair and she pulled at it roughly.

She called out his name again, and he told her to say it again. He loved how his name sounded when she screamed it. There wasn't a sound more melodious, more beautiful.

He place one hand firmly by her head and one cupped her through her jeans. Her back arched into his hand, and she sighed out in relief.

"Oh god, Bella," he frustratingly said as he buried his face into neck. He changed their position. His stiff knees now circled one of her legs, allowing him to rub against her with his knee and groaned when Bella's knee came in contact with his erection.

"I can't!" she cried out, as she moved her hips faster against his knee.

"Don't hold back, Bella. Let go," he whispered into her ear, as he matched her movements.

She unraveled below him, shaking, as the orgasm racked her body. He followed moments later, feeling the cum up at the top of his jeans, but at the moment he could care less about the mess. He moaned into her neck, whispering, 'I love you' into her neck, too low for Bella to hear what he said, but loud enough for her to know he had said something.

"What did you say?" she managed to say after a few failed attempts.

"I said… wow," he lied, smiling breathlessly up at her.

"Yeah, I totally agree. I haven't done something like that since college."

The two lay silent for a while, just staring up at the night sky, breathing loudly, until Edward spoke.

"I'm going to miss you," he said, sullenly and Bella scoffed at him.

"It's only for the weekend, Edward."

"Yeah, I know."