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.

We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation.

~Lily Tomlin

Chapter Twenty One: M is for Me Time

The drive to work that morning was the most depressing that Bella could ever remember having. The radio disc jockey kept playing sad song after sad song during the entire commercial free block of music. She couldn't stand to hear about someone else's broken heart anymore when it felt like hers was in a thousand pieces. Though, Bella thought to herself, how could it be breaking if nothing was going on between her and Edward?

By the time Bella parked in the employee's garage, there was a painful lump in her throat and the need to cry was palpable. Damn radio. Damn you, Lionel Richie, she thought as she tried to swallow the grief away, but it was useless.

On the elevator ride up to her office, she was fortunate to be alone. She let the emotions flow freely, and the few tears she allowed to fall were just enough to alleviate the sorrow for the time being.

Bella arrived on her company floor with two minutes to spare before her department meeting. She had absolutely no desire to attend it that day. It was the last thing she wanted. All she wanted to do was wallow in her misery. Every fiber of her being was telling her to just lock herself up in her office, and tell everyone to 'fuck off', but she sucked it up and headed down to the conference room with everyone else.

The meeting dragged on that morning. Usually Bella was an active participant in the discussion, shooting ideas, informing her colleagues about the manuscripts she was currently reading. Today, however, she remained silent, garnering worrying stares and a few glares from her colleagues that depended on her to be an active voice at their meetings.

Once the meeting ended, she apologized to everyone and headed slowly to her office. She could feel the stares of her coworkers on her back as she dragged her feet across the carpeted hallway.

That in turn proved to be a bad thing too because once she went for the doorknob on her office, the static shocked her and she swore out loud, further surprising her coworkers, who had never heard her react in such a manner before.

They left her alone for the rest of the day; the receptionist didn't even bother to inform her of her phone calls. She simply passed them straight to her voicemail. Bella could hear the double beeping of her desk phone each time, but her mind was adrift, her thoughts focused on only one thing.

She spent most of her day staring out of her office window, her eyes focusing on the copper top of the building blocks away. The creepy gargoyles that sat on the ledges didn't even faze her this time, even with the embankment of clouds shrouding them.

Bella knew that she was supposed to be going over the story she had been reading and editing for the last couple of days. She knew the basic premise of the novel, but that was as far as it went, which was rare for her.

She had a meeting with the author on Friday and she wanted to be overly prepared; that was her prowess. Whenever she met an author, she knew their book like the back of her hand. She would not only discuss the plot of the story with them, and her ideas on how to improve it, but she would also discuss the motifs of the novels, what she thought readers would enjoy about the storyline, and what they wouldn't.

Nevertheless, her mind was only keying in on one thought; she was going to be alone without Edward all weekend. That thought was pushing everything else aside.

It would be the first time her and Edward were apart for a long period since they started the game, and she knew that missing him was inevitable, but to have this sort of attachment to him was the very reason she had feared the game from the very beginning.

She didn't eat lunch that day. She decided to just stay in her office, and stare out across the busy Seattle streets. At one point she caught a flash of rust colored hair on the streets below, and her heart began to pound furiously, only to be disappointed. From her office floor she could just make out the tops of people's heads, not their faces, but there was no mistaking that this stranger wasn't Edward. The hair lacked that certain something that could only be identified as his hair. She had known it wasn't him, but that thought didn't stop her from wishing it were him. The mere thought that he was so close, sent a surge of happiness through her that was completely unexpected.

It wasn't until around one when her day brightened for a while. She was sitting in her chair, pen in hand and ready to finally focus on her work, when she received a text message from Edward. When she saw his name on the screen, the biggest smile flew onto her face.

I already miss you. How pathetic? The message read, and Bella chuckled and smiled at the same time. It felt wrong to think in the way that she was, but the fact that she wasn't the only one who felt that way made her happy. She decided to play around with him.

You always were pathetic, she wrote back, laughing for only the second time that day.

Very funny. Are you telling me that you don't miss me?

Bella smiled tight lipped down at the screen of her Blackberry.

You're not even gone yet, she replied, a sharp pang pounding in her chest. He wasn't even at the airport and already she wanted to break down and cry. She already missed him terribly.

I know; that's the worst part, he wrote back, and Bella let out a startled breath. It sounded somewhere between a sob and a gasp.

She didn't know what to write back so she decided to call him instead. He picked up quickly.

"Hey," he spoke brightly, and Bella's mood only worsened. She wondered why he was so chipper.

"Hey, I just want to know when your flight left again?" she lied. She had wanted to hear his voice.

"I leave at eight. I get to New York at five in the morning there, and my meeting is at eleven."

"That sucks," Bella replied. "You don't get much time to rest."

"I'll sleep on the plane. It's not that big of a deal," he answered nonchalantly, and Bella chuckled. She could faintly hear the sound of Edward flinging rubber bands against the wall.

"Doing something productive?" she teased, and this time it was Edward who laughed.

"Can you hear it?" he asked, flinging another rubber band.

"Yeah, though I doubt anyone around you can."

"What have you been up to?" he asked, and Bella wondered what he looked like sitting in his office. She wondered if he was sitting in his large, leather office chair, with his legs crossed on the table. Perhaps he was just sitting there stoically. Maybe, she hoped, he was staring out of his office window looking out towards hers.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We had a meeting and that was it. I've just been sitting in my chair staring out of the window," she told him, and listened to him adjust his position in his chair.

"Why?" he asked, concerned laced the tone of the question.

"Haven't felt like doing anything. I should've just stayed home."

"So go home if you're not doing anything. Fake sick," he suggested. For a moment, Bella considered the idea, but then the realization that she would be going home to an empty house was enough to stop her from going.

"Don't feel like going home," she murmured. She could hear Edward shuffling in his office, and she could only assume that he was standing up.

"You know what? Go home, Bella. I'll meet you there in thirty minutes. I have a few of hours before I have to be at the airport. We'll have a late lunch," he excitedly offered and Bella couldn't help the sound of elation that she let out.

"Okay," she agreed quickly, almost falling out of her chair with the speed at which she was starting to move. "I'll see you soon."

"See you," Edward said and hung up.

Bella had to contain herself before she busted through her door and sprinted out the building. That wouldn't fair very well with the excuse that she was about to use.

With as much trepidation as she could, she slowly made her way toward the receptionist, stopping at the round marble structure.

"Hey, Lena," she said, keeping her voice timid and weak.

"Hey sweetie," Lena replied. Lena was much older than Bella, and she regarded her with much respect.

"Can you let everyone know I went home early? I'm not feeling very well," she lied, playing the role perfectly as she sniffled and rubbed her stomach.

"Of course, dear. I noticed something was a little off this morning," Lena explained. "Go home and get some rest."

"Thanks, Lena. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bella walked incredibly slow as she made her way toward the elevators. She continued to let on that she was ill as some of her colleagues stepped out of the elevator. She bid them all a meek farewell as she stepped inside. The moment the metal doors slid closed Bella nearly poked the garage button out of its slot. The entire ride felt like an eternity. She spent the ride tapping her foot erratically, and biting her nails; something she thought she stopped doing back in high school.

She was nervous as the elevator finally reached the garage. Her stomach was all in knots as she headed over to her car. It felt like birds were flapping around in her stomach.

Her hand shook as she slipped the key into the ignition. She was desperate to get home. It was quite ridiculous, she thought, to be as nervous as she was. It was only Edward, she tried to tell herself, but that proved to be impossible. By the time she actually got home, she felt like she was going to throw up.

She was greeted by the smell of pizza and the sounds of Edward singing along to some old Pearl Jam song.

"Bella!" he shouted as she walked in and took off her shoes, kicking them towards where he was standing.

"You're chipper," she commented sitting down at the kitchen table, her nerves still frazzled.

"Not really. I'm just kind of amped for my presentation. I have a good feeling I'm going to land it."

"Of course you are," she commended, and Edward smiled brightly at her. That smile sent her heart a flutter.

"So, work sucked?" he asked as he took a bite of his slice. Bella nodded as she grabbed herself a slice of the small pizza pie on the table.

"Yeah, I couldn't do anything. My mind was elsewhere," her voice trailed off, and Edward sat up straighter in his seat.

"You're not still thinking about that nightmare, are you?" he teased, and Bella scoffed at him as she threw a piece of cheese toward him. Luckily, it missed.

"So, what was it?"

"I was just thinking about how boring this weekend is going to be without you," she answered, her voice once again trailing as she mumbled the last part.

Edward smiled and he leaned in closer to Bella.

"What was that last part?" he asked.

"I'm gonna miss you, okay. Is that a sin?" Bella huffed in frustration as she pushed aside her half eaten pizza. She was in no mood to eat.

"No, I'm gonna miss you too. It's going to be weird waking up and not finding you in the kitchen."

Bella nodded her head as her eyes drifted over to clock on the microwave. She was figuring that they had two hours before Edward had to leave, so he could beat the rush hour traffic to the airport.

Edward followed her gaze to where he was staring and let out a sigh.

"I don't want to go," he murmured.

"Yes, you do," Bella argued. "You said before that you were excited to give your presentation."

"That doesn't mean that I want to go. I wish the presentation could be given here, instead of New York."

"Me too," Bella said, before she could stop herself.

"Bella," Edward lowly countered. It almost sounded like a growl.

"Edward," she answered back.

He stared at her for a few seconds before shifting his eyes to the clock on the microwave and then back to her.

"You trust me?" he asked and suddenly Bella felt even more nervous than she did on the drive home.

"Sometimes," she joked and Edward chuckled.

"Change into something comfortable. I'll meet you here in a few minutes," he instructed as he raced to his bedroom. Bella, watching the sudden movement, mimicked Edward and sprinted off to her room and changed into some sweats and a semi-decent tee shirt.

"Bells!" she heard Edward shout a few minutes later. "You done yet?"

"Yeah, give me a sec," she answered, slipping on a pair of sneakers.

"What are we doing?" she asked as she walked out of her bedroom, tying her hair up in the process.

Edward was about to answer when he took notice of Bella's shirt, and smiled, making Bella wondered what the expression was all about.

"My Mariner's shirt. I wondered where it went," he said as he grabbed at a loose thread at the hem of it. "This shirt always has loose ends. Even when I was in high school I was constantly cutting them."

Bella watched as Edward skillfully snapped the loose fabric off before grabbing her hand.

"Come on. I want to show you something," he said as he pulled her out of the apartment, locking the door with his free hand.

"Are you sure about this?" Bella protested. "You don't exactly have all the time in the world right now."

"Trust me," he assured her. "We're not going anywhere far."

Bella gulped loudly causing Edward to chuckle. Edward headed toward the staircase, surprising Bella, and instead of going down like she assumed he would, he headed up, his hand still firmly grasping hers. Once they climbed the few flights they had to, Edward slipped a key out of his pocket.

"Where did you get that?" Bella asked, as Edward unlocked the Master padlock of the door that led to the roof of their building.

"I asked Benny for it, ages ago," he replied nonchalantly. "He never asked for it back."

Benny was the maintenance guy and he was by far one of the sweetest men Bella had ever met. He worked hard and diligently, and he never complained.

Edward helped Bella up the metal ladder that led to the outside, following her all the way up until she finally exited the latched exit.

"Wow," was the first thing Bella said as Edward reached her. She turned around several times as she looked out at the city she called home. From their rooftop, she could just make out where her office was, and in the distance she could see the all too familiar copper roof of Edward's office building.

"I know," Edward responded. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Bella replied, her eyes taking in the sight. She never knew how beautiful everything truly was, even with the overcast sky and the light mist falling.

"I come up here once in a while to think," he told her. "It's been a while since I've actually been up here, but I thought today would be a good day to finally revisit."

"You've been keeping this place a secret from me," she frowned playfully as she smacked his arm lightly.

"Yeah, sort of," he whispered. "I've been waiting a while to bring someone up here. It's a special place to me."

Bella smiled shyly as she walked toward Edward, nudging his side with her shoulder.

"That's sweet," she let him know and he smiled back at her as he threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. Bella reveled in the warmth of his chest as her own arm snaked around his waist.

"I'm gonna miss you," he announced after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "How sad is that? It's not like I'm going away for a month. I'm just going away for three days."

"Ditto," Bella replied as she looked up at Edward to find him looking down at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at him.

"You mean so much to me, Bella. You have no idea."

There was such sincerity in his voice that Bella felt the pinpricks of tears forming in her eyes.

"I know, Edward. You're so important to me, too" she retorted. "You're probably the most important person to me. You're my best friend."

For a moment his arm that held her, fell limp for a moment, but then she felt his grip tighten even more than before.

"I love you, Bells," he whispered, and for a brief second Bella's heart began to race uncontrollably, but the more rational side of her brain let her know that he meant it as a friend would. He had after all, called her Bells.

"I love you, Eddie," she snorted as she said it, waiting for the rebuking she expected, but it never came.

"I can't believe I'm going to miss you this much," he murmured, shaking his head. Small droplets of water from the ends of his hair fell on to her forehead as she blushed and he wiped them away.

"We should head back down. I have to get changed." Bella noted the way he said it without any real want.

"Okay."

The two headed back down the metal ladder and down the stairs back to their apartment. They remained silent as they walked in.

Bella watched as Edward walked into his bedroom and she remained in the same spot as he walked out, dressed in a suit with his briefcase in hand.

"I have to go. Mr. Austen is sending his driver to pick me up in ten minutes," Edward informed an already down-trodden Bella.

"Okay," she said, quietly as she tried to rein her emotions. The need to cry was slowly making itself noticeable.

"Don't cry, Bella. Please," Edward pleaded as he dropped his briefcase down by the door and in one large step, Bella found him standing in front of her, his hands cupping her face.

"I…I… can't help it," Bella stuttered. "Who's the pathetic one now?"

Edward chuckled and shook his head. "We both are," he answered, and Bella nodded in agreement.

Edward's phone vibrated and the tears pooled in her eyes even more.

"I gotta go," he said, quietly.

Bella couldn't speak. She was afraid she would start sobbing if she did.

"I'll see you Sunday," he said, and she nodded, trying to suppress the painful lump in her throat.

"Be safe, Edward."

"You too, Bella."

Bella watched as Edward walked toward the front door and opened it. It felt like slow motion to her as his hand grabbed the cold knob.

"Wait!" she shouted as she ran up to him and hugged him.

"Call me, okay," she pleaded against his chest and Edward told her he would.

As he stepped away, he bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. She bit her lip as she suppressed the urge to lift her face and meet his lips with hers. There was something incredibly romantic about the gesture.

She stared at him as he smiled down at her, and something inside her pushed her forward. Giving into her desire, she kissed the corner of his mouth just as he was starting to walk away.

Edward froze and Bella firmly placed her kiss against the corner of his mouth again, before pulling away.

"Have a good flight."

"Bye, Bella," he dazedly bid farewell, reaching into his pocket for his vibrating cell.

"Bye, Edward."

This time she watched him walk out the door and toward the elevator. He had to go down to his car to retrieve his suitcase before heading to the front door to meet his ride. Once he stepped into the elevator doors, Bella shut her door, and leaning against it, she slipped down onto the floor and let the tears flow freely.

She had no idea it would hurt this bad to let him go, and that was why she would never want to endanger their friendship. She couldn't live without seeing him every day. She knew that one day, he'd find someone perfect for him, and he would have to leave. The thought killed her, but even if that happened, their friendship would still be intact, and she would still be somewhat close to him.

After an hour of wallowing against the door, she finally picked herself up off the floor and headed into the bathroom. She opted to soak in the tub instead of showering. She brought her phone and a book, and for two hours she soaked in the vanilla scented bath salts until she looked and felt like a raisin.

It felt like time passed slowly that night until Edward called her to tell her he was already seated on the plane. He let her know that there was a delay for departure due to a thunderstorm that was almost done passing through Seattle. They talked for a few more minutes before he had to hang up because his boss wanted to discuss some business.

It took Bella hours that night to fall asleep. Her original intention had been to stay up and wait for Edward's call when he arrived in New York, but by that time, she was too tired to actually stay up. She could faintly remember hearing the phone ring, but in her half-asleep state, she ignored it.

That morning when she woke up, she called in sick to work because she had no desire to sit in her office in a repeat performance of the day before. Lena believed her immediately after yesterday, so it was no problem.

Bella went through her daily routine before actually sitting down in front of the television with some cereal and listening to the message. She listened to the message on speaker and literally felt herself melting into her seat. She replayed the message repeatedly, each time feeling her heart fill and burst. His voice was smooth and quiet.

Hey, Bells. I'm safe here in New York. It's almost six thirty here, so you're probably asleep.

The sun is starting to rise; it's absolutely beautiful. I wish you were here to watch it with me.

See you in a couple of days. Sweet dreams, love.

It wasn't the first time she had heard Edward call her love. The first time had been during their first letter, while he was in character, but he had said it recently. She didn't know if it was a subconscious thing, but it didn't matter. She loved the way it sounded coming from him.

For the rest of the day, she lounged about in the living room watching daytime television and soap operas she rarely got to watch. By three, she was restless and wondering if Edward would call her. It wasn't until five that she finally gave in and called him to ask how things went. He told her that the presentation had gone well and that that night he was having dinner with a few of the Adidas big wigs.

In the background, Bella could make out the sounds of business going down at the dinner table, but she could also clearly make out the sounds of a woman trying to get Edward off the phone.

"Uh-oh, I think someone has an admirer," Bella teased trying to keep her voice steady. She was fuming, jealously pouring out of every pore in her body. She was three thousand miles away, wondering who this woman was, and wondering how she could kill her through the phone.

Edward groaned into the phone, and that instantly relaxed Bella. She could hear him excusing himself from the table to take the call outside.

"Bella, this woman is driving me nuts. She's the CEO's wife, she looks like Barbie would if she were haggard and old, and she keeps trying to flirt with me, with her husband sitting right across from me. I need to get the hell out of here, but I can't. I really want to land this campaign. It's really important."

"Just indulge her for a while, try to compliment her on how youthful she looks," Bella offered and Edward chuckled.

"Yeah, I was going to do that, but it's just odd to have her blatantly trying to cop a feel from across the table while her husband and my potential client is sitting right there. It's weird," he complained and Bella giggled.

"You'll survive. I promise."

"I hope," he said as he laughed. "Look I have to head back inside, but I'm going to call you later okay."

"No problem. Talk to you later, Edward. Beware of the cougar," she laughed obnoxiously into the phone, hanging up after hearing Edward telling her to 'fuck off'.

She waited until nine when Edward finally called her.

"Hey," she greeted him, and she heard him moan in relief as the bed creaked below him. She could just imagine him, falling onto the new sheets of the ritzy Pennsylvania Hotel.

"I'm so glad that's over with. Tomorrow I get to sleep."

"Did you want to sleep now? We can talk tomorrow," Bella suggested, though she really wanted to talk to him.

"No, I'm okay. I want to talk to you," he answered, and Bella smiled into the receiver of her phone, shaking her head, remembering that he couldn't see her.

"How was your day?" he asked and he rustled around, making Bella wonder what the hell he was doing.

"Nothing. I stayed home," she distractedly answered. She was sidetracked by the sounds in the background. "What are you doing?"

"I'm undressing," he replied and for a split second, a flash of heat seared through Bella. She pictured what article of clothing he was taking off. Without another thought, she clicked the speaker button on the phone and clutching it, flew off her bed and ran down the hall into his room. Without flipping the light on, she rustled around in the dark for a few seconds, tripping over some of Edward's clothes, before squinting around the room and seeing the hat resting on his bedside table. Bella practically lunged for the hat and pulled it to her, grabbing hold of the first piece of paper her fingers touched, and rushing back out into the semi-lighted hallway.

"M," she muttered as she read her handwriting.

"What?" Edward asked, and she heard him stop his movements.

"M, I drew the letter M from the hat," she whispered and she heard Edward's breathing change.

"Bella?" he questioned.

"Yes, Edward?" she retorted, trying to make her voice sound huskier, more seductive. It had worked.

"Do you want to do this? Do you really want to do this? Over the phone?" he asked, though Bella could already tell Edward was aroused.

"What did you take off before, Edward?" she retorted, letting him know she was ready. Bella grinned as she heard Edward growled.

"Before I answer that Bella, we're going to do this right," he began, and Bella felt a jolt of excitement run through her veins.

"Go to your room, get your little treasure chest of toys, and get onto your bed. Don't do anything else," he demanded of her, and Bella moved quickly to her room as she heard the arousal pouring from his lips.

Bella got to her room, and bent down quickly and retrieved her "treasure chest" as Edward called it. She placed it on the bed beside her and waited for whatever was next.

"Now what?" she asked, her voice breathy, her chest already pumping up and down rapidly. They hadn't even begun and Bella was already losing it.

"What are you wearing my Bella? What sexy article of clothing should I have you remove?" he drawled, and Bella couldn't help the purring sound she let out.

"God, that was sexy," Edward groaned.

"I'm wearing a plain white tank top, no bra, and some white cotton boy shorts," she answered honestly, and Edward moaned. She didn't necessarily find that sexy, but apparently Edward did.

"You have no idea how sexy I think boy shorts are," he began, "especially you in a pair of little white cotton ones. There's so innocent, so contradictory of what's about to happen."

"Oh god," Bella shuddered as his voice poured through her phone like liquid sex.

"Take that tank off, Bella," he instructed, and Bella placed the phone done beside her and placed it on speaker, before slipping the cotton tank top off. She could feel how hot her body was, how aroused she was. Her nipples were standing at attention.

"Mhmm…Bella," Edward moaned into the phone. "I love your breasts. They're the perfect size, and they taste so good. Play with your titties baby, let me hear how much you love having your nipples sucked."

Bella gulped as she placed a hand on each of her breasts, slowly massaging them. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation.

"That's right, Bella. Slow and gentle. Suck the pad of your thumb. Let me hear you do it," he demanded and Bella complied. She obscenely sucked on her thumb letting Edward hear the loud slurping sound.

"Now Bella, tweak those nipples for me, slowly. Pinch them. Imagine it's my mouth. Can you feel my tongue circling them, baby?" he whispered, making a sound that sounded like he was actually the one touching her.

"Ugh, Edward, your mouth…so good," Bella groaned as she pinched her nipples, rolling then between her thumb and forefinger.

"Bella," he called her name again and Bella moaned again. She could only imagine what he was doing

"Edward, what are you wearing?" she half asked, half moaned. Her back was arched off the bed as she continued to rub herself as Edward asked.

"A button down, my tie, and my boxers, baby," he smugly replied and Bella could just imagine the unbelievably sexy smirk he had on his face.

"Edward," she purred. "That sounds sexy. Take your shirt off, but keep the tie on," she told him as she heard him remove the garment.

"Kinky," he replied and Bella chuckled as her hands continued to play with her breasts.

"Edward, if you were here, I'd be kissing all along your chest up and down," she moaned and Edward answered back with a moan of his own.

"That feels good, Bella. I can feel your wet lips against my chest. Ugh, baby, that feels amazing."

"I need you, Edward," Bella whined and Edward growled.

"Oh fuck, Bells. You don't know how badly I wish you were here right now. I need to feel you."

Bella moaned as her hands wandered down to her stomach. She let them lay there and waited for Edward's next instructions.

"Bella, I want to you take your nails and very slowly scratch along your collarbone. Can you do that, love?"

"Yes," she whispered and raked her nails along her collarbone. It felt oddly similar to when he would nibble along there.

"Can you feel me, Bella? Can you feel my teeth grazing your skin? Fuck, I wish I was there to taste it. You taste so fucking incredible," he groaned and Bella mimicked the sound.

"Edward, I need you," she buzzed and Edward let out an animalistic sound that she had never heard.

"Bella, run your nails down your stomach. Let me hear it."

Bella dragged her fingernails straight down from the center of her chest down to her belly button, all the while listening to Edward's heavy breathing and approving groans. She skimmed the top of her underwear snapping them against her skin to grab Edward's attention.

"Bella, you naughty girl. Did I say you could touch yourself, yet?" he chided and Bella suppressed the moan making its way up her throat.

"No," she timidly replied, playing the good girl and Edward once again let out that new sound from earlier. It caused such a stirring in her loins. She was dripping and she knew it, she could only imagine how good it would feel when she actually touched herself. There was fire running rampant in her blood.

"Now, Bella, I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," she breathed out and Edward replied with a 'good'.

"I want you to go into that little toy chest of your and pull out that little electric friend of yours."

Bella scrambled to her side and pulled the pink vibrator out of the box and turned it on, letting Edward hear the buzzing sound.

"Fuck," he grunted. Bella wished she could see Edward lying on his bed, his boxers tented at the crotch, and a silk tie around his neck.

"Bella, I want you to lick it for me. Suck that fake cock for me. Imagine it's me…between those plump…ungh…pink…wet…lips," he rasped, and Bella could here the sound of his hand rustling the front of his boxers.

Grabbing the vibrator with one hand, Bella nosily sucked at the head of the plastic object, imagining it was Edward she was sucking. If she closed her eyes tight enough, she could almost feel the warmth of his dick on her tongue, the salty tanginess that was all him.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Bella heard Edward chant on the phone as she continued to suck the vibrator further, the buzzing causing an odd sensation on her tongue. She decided to tease him by taking too much of it and letting out a small choking sound.

"Fuck it, Bella," he reproached. "Put the toy down and turn it off. I want you take off those little panties. I bet they're soaked. They're probably see through by now."

Bella slowly removed the underwear, imagining it was Edward's strong, firm hands that were pulling the fabric down her legs.

"Edward, take your boxers off. Let me see that big cock of yours," she ordered of him, and for a moment, she had to stop and think about what she had just said. Never had she uttered such words with so much conviction. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Damn, Bella, you vixen. I like this side of you. I can just imagine how your face would flush if I were standing there in front of you. When I get back, you better talk like that to me."

Bella chuckled hungrily wanting to get the show on the road. She turned the vibrator back on, and Edward was the one who chuckled this time.

"Anxious, love?"

"You have no idea."

"Well, then I can't keep you waiting," he began. "Take the Rabbit out of the box, Bella. It's time for the show to start."

"That was corny, Edward."

"You're killing the mood, Bella," he chided and Bella silenced.

"Now, take the Rabbit and turn it on for me Bella. Let me hear it."

Bella turned the other vibrator off and pulled the heavy duty Rabbit out of the box, turning it on for Edward.

"Baby, rub that up and down those wet, pussy lips for me. God, I wish I was there. You're probably soaking the sheets. Ugh, I want to lick you clean."

Bella groaned as she rubbed the toy up and down her slit, her eyes rolling back into her head at Edward's words.

"Edward," she moaned as the vibrations were sending her body into a frenzy.

"Slip it in baby, slowly," he groaned, his voice huskier than she had ever heard it.

She complied, slowly pushing the toy into her entrance, moaning as she finally had the feeling of being filled.

"Oh, Edward, you feel so good," she moaned, and Edward moaned right along with her. She could only imagine that he was fisting his dick in his hands.

"So wet, Bells…you're always so wet and so tight for me. So perfect," he groaned.

"Edward…oh Edward," she chanted as she pushed the toy in and out, the little ears on top rubbing her clit in a steady rhythm with her motions.

"Slow, baby, take it slow."

"I can't Edward, I need it," she whined as she picked up the pace.

"Damn, Bella, you want to be fucked hard don't you? Answer me Bella," he grunted and Bella could hear the motions of his hands speeding up.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes," Bella wailed as she raised her hips to match the rhythm of the toy. "Oh shit, Edward. I'm so close."

"Not yet, Bella. A little more. I need to feel you for a little more. You always feel so good," he bellowed.

"Ah…ah…" Bella screeched as she felt her impending releases. She could tell Edward was close by the way Edward's breath started to skip occasionally.

"Edward, come with me," Bella called to him and Edward groaned.

"Fuck, Bells. I'm gonna come. Shit…shit...shit, Bella," he wailed as he came. Bella heard the rattling of his bed frame, and the rustling of his sheets.

"Edward," was all Bella cried as she came, little bursts of light exploding behind her closed eyes.

"Fucking hell," Edward said as Bella came down from her climax.

"Mhmm…" Bella mumbled. At the moment, she was incapable of speaking.

"That was amazing, Bella," Edward commented and Bella agreed. Him being there would have made it all the better.

"Still wish you were here," Bella retorted and Edward sighed in return.

"I wish you were here. The view from my window is beautiful. New York at night is glorious."

"I bet."

"One day, you and I will come here on vacation, and explore all the ins and outs of the city. There's so much to do here."

"Yeah, maybe," she answered off handily. She never saw it happening.

"No, not maybe, Bella. Definitely. I promise you," he told her firmly.

"Alright, I'll hold you to that," Bella giggled.

"Good. I'm gonna go sleep now. I'm fucking exhausted. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Of course. Goodnight Edward."

"Night, love. Oh and thank you."

"Thank you?" Bella questioned quizzically.

"Yeah, for the strawberry delights in my briefcase. I had a few on the plane."

"No problem. Night Edward."

"Good night, Bella."

Bella hung up the phone reluctantly and stared up at her ceiling. It felt odd to have had such a powerful release without Edward being present, though he had facilitated it. She still had one more day without him there, and the thought put a damper on her orgasmic bliss.

Slowly, she made her way over to the bathroom to shower, all the while thinking about what she would do Saturday, if she was doing anything at all.